A/N:I feel like I needed to put something up that merited this fic's M Rating. These were actually the first smut scenes I ever wrote, and rather than them just sitting awkwardly on my computer, I figured I'd gift them to you guys.

Destroy: Deleted Scene From Chapter Six (Pan's First Time)

"How was your day?" Indigo asked, feigning interest as she leaned into the wooden wall.

"We fought some mermaids in the cove," Pan replied as he dropped his bow and arrow on the chest at the foot of his bed. He looked at the dark blue blood on the end of his sword and continued evenly, "They should learn to not touch land."

"You really don't want to talk to me do you?" Indigo enquired, in reference to his unfeeling statements as Pan sat on his desk, facing her. His face returned to its interested façade, gazing at her curiously. Wheels turned in his mind, she could see it as he watched her. She was too strong – too adept at lying – for him to trust anything she said, so he simply wasn't going to talk to her. He was simply going to try and break her. He didn't know she was beyond that.

The boys' fire roared into the night as usual and she ticked off mentally her third day on the island. They all retired to bed earlier than normal, Pan's music turning melancholy and slow much quicker than it normally did. It was barely midnight when he returned to the tree house, his flute thrown on the ground, as he turned upon her, the night in his eyes.

For a moment, Pan looked at her, touching her face tenderly, but the next his lips were on hers, hungrily. His hands weren't holding her in place this time, but rather her chains. If this was going anywhere near where she thought it was going, she was hoping they wouldn't stay there for too long.

But as Pan pulled her closer and she felt his need for her, she realised that this was a teenage boy trapped on an island from a time long past. And he may try to fool her, but he had never done this before.

She began to smirk into his kiss as the boy pushed her back against the tree house wall.

"What's so funny?" he murmured, breathing so closely to her.

"You're not as intimidating as you think you are," she smiled.

Pan pushed her against the wall once more. It was acutely uncomfortable, but she wanted to hear his reaction. Only there was none. It came physically, his lips assaulting her neck and collarbone. He tried to proved that he wasn't as innocent as she thought he was, but she doubted him; her intuition was quite attuned.

"Let me out of these chains Pan," she ordered softly.

"So that you can run off?"

"So that we can do this properly," Indigo replied, staring at him evenly. She knew that with his magical barrier surrounding the tree house she'd take a while to figure out how to get out of there. Pan knew this too, so it was only a matter of time before she found her hands free. At that moment she could've done anything. Indigo could've called upon any training she had, to fight Pan – to make him feel pain. She could have attacked him with magic so forceful that his body would crack and turn to dust.

Instead, she pushed him backwards so that she was no longer wedged between him and the wall – and kissed him back.

She pulled fiercely at his buttons, pulling apart his tunic within seconds as he shrugged out of it. Beneath it was a simple white undershirt. He pulled it over his head before returning once more to her. She glanced at his scars as she traced her hands down his chest, muscled and worn by years spent in Neverland.

As soon as Indigo pulled off her own singlet top, she wound her legs around Pan's body, pushing him backwards into his desk. Her lips felt bruised from the force she was exerting, and his only response was to bite at her lower lip as his tongue finally won dominance. She tasted the metallic nature of the blood and saw it reflected in Pan's eyes. To him – all this – it was as though he didn't know how to differentiate between his emotions. It was simply bloodlust; carnal.

He pushed himself off the desk towards the bed where he dropped Indigo, crawling up her body, pressuring the flesh of her stomach as he learned her body.

She ground against him as his lips traced down her arm. Pulling at the strings of his pants, she felt him breathing heavily, running his hands up and down her body. She felt him murmuring against her cheek, "How do you-"

She had her bra undone in a second before returning to his pants. Ancient clothing was tedious to get off, but eventually she released him. His hands palmed her breasts as she pulled down his pants. Removing her own was quick; and soon both of them were naked against each other. With every movement against hi body, Indigo heard Pan's involuntary moans.

His fierceness rivalled her own as she flipped them over. Her hands traced down his slim body and touched him softly. He hissed as she clasped him in her hand stroking him lightly a few times before she slid herself up his body with a smirk.

"Do you want this?" she whispered, her hands planted firmly on his chest. He didn't answer, but as she lowered herself barely onto him and his face turned into a mask of pleasure, she got an answer anyway. She moved slowly, taking him in entirely, sliding upon him as he learnt her rhythm. She began to rub her body up and down his, listening to the sounds he was trying to hold back. She felt him losing control quickly, whispering an order in Pan's ear quietly, "You're going to come to me."

She felt him begin to lose the rhythm and the next moment heard his loud groan as he let go inside of her. She was still in need, but she knew that hers wasn't the point of this exercise. But as Pan continued kissing her, just as hard as before, she knew that this wasn't over just yet.

Pan pushed her over onto her back, sucking at points harshly down her neck and leaving marks all over her neckline. He began to rise again, Indigo feeling his hardness against her stomach as Peter looked down at her with a flash in his eyes.

"Do you want this?" he mocked, kissing down her breast taking her nipple into his mouth as he palmed the other, pinching her. She hissed in pain as he repeated, "Do you want this, Indigo?"

"Yes," she muttered defiantly as he pushed himself entirely into her in one movement. She gasped aloud as he filled her completely. Pan's movements were hard and sharp. As he pulled his own hands to the bed head, he used it as leverage to push into Indigo harder. She held onto his hips, meeting him with each thrust. Her entire body felt the impact of each movement, and she stifled her moans. She didn't want Pan to know how amazing this felt. But she couldn't stop her sharp intakes of breath as she tried to control herself. Pulling her hands up his body, she dug her fingers into him, her nails causing him to hiss in pain. He leaned down, crushing his lips on hers before moving a centimetre away and muttering, "You're going to come, saying my name."

Her breaths were growing uneven as she looked up at him, his eyes cold and expectant. And she knew she couldn't do it. Pan saw the resolution in her eyes and immediately, ignoring his own need, pulled out of her. She groaned at the loss of him, watching him hover over her, he took a hold of the back of her neck like he had when he kissed her for the first time, "You will say my name."

Without warning, he thrust himself back inside her and she cried out at the feeling. "Say it," he ordered, speeding up his movements. The sound of flesh on flesh and two voices breathing sharply was all that echoed in the tree house. But as Indigo began letting out soft whimpering moans, Pan began to smile softly. As they grew louder he felt her seizing up, her inner muscles clenching. And in that moment she said it. As her muscles spasmed she cried in between her moans and breaths, "Pan". He gave everything to her, collapsing with a shudder beside her as they caught their breath.

Neither of them said anything as they rolled to their separate sides of the bed. Neither of them were willing to reveal that it had meant the barest thing to them.

The morning revealed Indigo's place in an empty bed. She didn't know when Pan had left, but she didn't particularly care. But, as she used the sheet to cover herself, she tried to find her clothes around the room. She was horrified when she found that her pants and underpants were actually ripped. Of course, that led her to realise that the room around her had changed.

Pan's belongings from his desk were strewn across the floor and one of his smaller bookshelves had fallen onto the floor. She crawled over onto the bed and saw hand prints that had pulled imprints on the headboard. Her eyes widened as last night's events hit her suddenly and she remembered what her and Pan had done. One look around the room and you could see the destructive nature of it.

She used the bowl of water that hadn't moved from the corner yesterday to wash her clothing, but it was a few more hours of laying it on the windowsill before she could even touch it. Instead she found herself a few strings and, wrapped the sheet around herself in a makeshift dress. She had to assume it looked good because there was no one around to tell her otherwise.

But as she sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at the empty chains, she only hoped that she knew what she was doing. She had to make Pan trust her. She had to make him see that once, he wasn't lost. Once upon a time, he was one half of the greatest love story ever told.

Only now, he had forgotten how to love.