This chapter is long and a bit drawn out, but I needed a good lead up to Chapter 8.

Oh, I was sore. My lips were swollen and dry from rough kisses, my legs were aching, and the sensitive area between my legs pulsed with overuse. How many times had we pleasured each other? Five? Six? I wasn't sure how long I'd slept- I stiffened suddenly, looking about to see if he was there.

No, I was alone. I could only wonder if he would be angry with me for coming back, for disobeying. Of course, he hadn't seemed angry when he was groaning obscenities in my ear and thrusting greedily into me. If he had been, I wouldn't have noticed, not when my attention had been so diverted by the feeling of his cock and his hands upon me. I smiled as I remembered the feeling of pure ecstasy ripping through my veins. Golden and pure, it was unlike anything I could ever have imagined. Neverland truly was magical.

I sat up, feeling a little dizzy, and made the effort to stand. I stretched, trying to wake myself up some more. I must have slept for quite some time. There was little time for reminiscing and feeling good…though the warm, golden glow wouldn't leave so easily. I looked around for my dress, trying to recall if it had been pulled off me or torn- the memories leading up to our mutual climaxes was a bit hazy. I pawed through the heavy blankets, moving the pillows. There it was, hiding under the pillows. I shook it out, hoping it wasn't ripped. No, not ripped, just wrinkled. I sighed with relief and found my boots across the room. There were no mirrors in Neverland. I combed through my tangled mass of hair with my fingers, attempting to help my appearance as best as I could. I wanted to look normal, to raise as little suspicion as possible…I chuckled at the thought. There was no way our evening was a secret- unless every boy in the camp had slept like the dead, I was sure that they could not have been deaf to our trysts. I'd screamed loud enough that Pan had pressed his palm against my mouth, giving a warning whisper to be quieter or he'd have to hurt me. I'd silenced my cry, but not out of fear. As I stepped out of his dwelling, I felt as though I'd be greeted by the sight of every one of the Lost Boys, silently judging me with eyebrows raised. My own fears were the only thing that welcomed me as I stepped outside. There was no one around- which was odd, really. I assumed I'd slept late enough that Peter took the boys out to play a game. That was a blessing- I needed to think.

I sat by the dying fire, alone with my thoughts.

Pan had not been gentle with me last night, although it had been my first time. I did not resent him for it, it was a pleasure nonetheless. He had not once kissed me softly, or caressed my face, or held me close. No…that wasn't entirely true. There had been a moment when he had embraced me gently. That moment I clung to. The golden warmth spread through me again, as I thought of it…I'd accepted it last night. I loved him.

It was a hard thing to accept, really. I'd had enough warning from Felix that Pan would not love. But had Wendy been so intimate with him as I had? Doubtful. I would not tell him. He would have to let me go eventually. He needed me to.

I'd nearly forgotten about the Heart of the Truest Believer. The reason I'd been brought in the first place. It would be pure pain for me to leave him, to leave Neverland, but at the very least I could help him. My distant future child would believe in Peter, and would save Neverland. The thought made me smile. Perhaps I could not be with Peter, but I would help him.

I had grown lost in thought, distracted, when he came to me.

"Priya, you're awake."

He sat beside me, staring into the fire as I was.

"Yes, I was up a while ago," I said, smiling a bit.

He did not look at me, though he put a hand on my shoulder.

"Last night…" he hesitated, seeming torn, "I'm not sure that it should happen again."

I nodded. I had to avoid letting the pain that thought caused show, I would not reveal my thoughts to him.

"Can I still stay?" I asked.

"Neverland still has quite a bit of magic left in the glass. I suppose you may."

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. A mistake.

"You are relieved?" he asked me. I was careful with the words I chose.

"I'm not ready to grow up yet," I said, "so it's good that we won't be…that we won't…that what happened won't happen again."

The tense look left his face, and I relaxed. He hadn't noticed the lie- surprising- but it wasn't fully a lie. I didn't want to grow up yet.

"Then you can stay," he murmured.

"Why did you let it happen, though?" I blurted out, not thinking.

"I may be Peter Pan, but I'm still a boy," he said, a joking smirk flitting across his face. I had anticipated his anger at my question.

"And doing that…makes you feel like a man?" I questioned, regretting the words as soon as they left my mouth.

Now he was angry.

"That's enough, Priya," he growled, glaring at the fire once more, "learn your place."

I was surprised by the depth of the anger, but I said nothing more about it.

Weeks passed. I found myself longing for what I had so recently gained, and so quickly lost. I was unsure of how I could push down the craving that I had for him, to ignore it until I had to leave. He had said he was still a boy, but I was still a girl. That warmth, the golden rapture that had sung in my veins would be sorely missed. Could I do it? Could I forget his burning touch and the gripping pleasure? The answer was no. No I could not. I looked back at the tree, wondering if he could change his mind...he had once, perhaps again…

"So, instead of Lost Girl, can we call you 'Lost Whore' now?"

I closed my eyes in frustration.

"Stay out of this Felix," I warned.

"It seems fitting at least."

"Just go away," I told him.

"Hey, I just thought that since Pan shares everything else with us, by taking you he made it an open invitation," he spat, grinning. I stared at him wide eyed.

"Excuse me?"

I hadn't the time to stand when he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me up to his lips. Wet, drooling, sloppy, he kissed me. I pushed against his chest, trying to get away, but his hand held me fast. His tongue snaked its way into my mouth, causing me to nearly gag. I bit down on his tongue, hard; he cried out and pulled off, wiping his mouth.

"Don't EVER come near me again," I sobbed, disgusted and hurt. His tongue bled into his hand as he glared at me, but he walked away. This was beyond my limits. I spat blood and his spit into the dirt, shaking with anger and revulsion. He wouldn't get away with this. Pan would punish him. Pan would listen to me. I hadn't spoken to him alone since our chat by the fire, but he would listen.

"Peter?" I called out into the doorway.

"Come in."

More coming soon! Chapter 8 is entirely planned out and I'll write and post it tonight or tomorrow. Things are about to get interesting.

A SIDE NOTE PLEASE DO NOT WORRY THERE WILL BE NO LOVE TRIANGLES. Felix's motivation was not out of love for Priya, or even lust, it was purely driven by his want to hurt her.

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