A/N: Howdy Team!

So, this chapter's Ella's distraction ;). For basically the whole chapter. PanElla sex warning.

And don't worry, it's definitely not the last we're seeing of Pan.

It's weird to think that at this point in When One Day I was looking at finishing up. Rest assured, we are far from finished my dear readers. =]

Enjoy, my lovelies! xx

Dangerous Words

Ella jumped down from the roof into Pan's room quickly. Lying in bed, he stared up at the ceiling, not realising she was there until she approached the end of his bed and tapped her fingers lightly on the wood. Pan's eyes finally zoned in on Ella, and he jolted up, entirely surprised by her presence. With his back against the headboard he questioned, "What are you doing here? I didn't order."

"But that takes all the fun out of things Pan," Ella almost pouted when inwardly she was smirking. Oh yes, tonight she was going to have a lot of fun with him.

Running her hands along the carved wood, she made her way to the end post where she clung for a moment.

"What's your game Ella?"

"You don't honestly expect me to tell you Pan," she said softly, a smile curling on her lips as she took a step closer to him. He was watching her wide eyes, his brown irises catching the reflection of the moon through his open window. For the first time, Ella found herself realising, looking at her, he seemed…warm.

But warmth was never something she would associate with Pan unless it was body warmth, something she intended to feel very soon. Taking one more step, Ella climbed onto his bed and knelt facing him.

Pan's eyes followed every movement she was making with her hands. She didn't reach forward to try and touch him, instead, she was unbuttoning her shirt slowly and purposefully so, watching Pan's expression as she voluntarily took off her own clothing for the first time.

His eyes widened as she undid her bandeau, her breasts falling lightly into her moonlit silhouette. Ella saw his reaction and slid her hands up to the mounds, brushing her fingers over her nipples in the cool night air and feeling them begin to pebble immediately. She caressed the flesh, hearing Pan's breath hitch in his throat which made her raise her eyes to his. They were heavy with lust, but he made no attempt to move towards her.

As Ella continued to slide her hands down her stomach towards the ties of her pants, she watched Pan's eyes following the path of her fingers. She undid the strings teasingly slow before sliding out of them and dropping them beside the bed. With a small smirk, she lowered her eyes and began to rub herself through her panties.

Pan's breathing was heavy as he felt the pain his hardness was giving him. He'd never given into touching himself and he wasn't about to start, but the girl in front of him was making it incredibly hard to think straight, especially when her hips began to move back and forth upon her fingers. Pushing aside her panties, she pushed two fingers into herself and gave a low moan, closing her eyes and moving gently against her clit as Pan shuffled uncomfortably against the headboard.

Peeking through one eye, she saw the pained look that Pan had upon his face and muttered, a little more breathless than she probably should have, "You don't want to join?"

That was more invitation than Pan needed to practically jump the girl. Pushing her onto her back, he attacked her lips harshly, the mattress rising up to meet the both of them. Pan's hands roamed over the bare skin of her body. Pressing his hands into her hips he began to touch along her stomach and up towards her breasts. With his hand squeezing and kneading at the flesh of her breast, Ella's breath began to accelerate more audibly.

Ella's hands were running up and down Pan's chest, tracing patterns in his light muscles as she felt him press his straining erection into her hips. With each touch upon her skin, Ella was beginning to rub herself against him, relieving him a little with the friction, but not nearly enough.

"You're a tease E," Pan groaned, as he gazed down at her. Ella pulled him back down by grasping at his lip with her teeth. She bit down hard enough to taste blood as she greedily brought him back to her. But when Pan felt the pain, he pulled away sharply, eyeing Ella in curiosity. Her eyes were fierce, a coy smile playing at her lips which made Pan ignore her sudden playfulness and instead, revel in it. He leaned down once more, and took in her lips, pushing his tongue past her barriers to battle her. But when Ella began to push more urgently against him, he began to kiss his way down the skin of her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her navel.

And pulling her panties down her legs, he saw her glistening wetness and gave her a knowing look before he brought his fingers down to toy with her, teasingly slow and not nearly enough to give her any sort of satisfaction. Slowly, Pan's tongue joined his fingers, licking around her clit, pressuring it in a way that only made her want more of him.

She pushed her hands into his shining brown hair, needing something to hold as Pan built her up towards release. Pulling her hands away, he held them to the bed, feeling her legs curve over his shoulders. Ella had to grip something as she began to moan. Pan's fingers were massaging her palms as she leaned repeatedly into his mouth, feeling him lick and suck harder, thrusting his tongue in and out of her rapidly. Trying to control her breathing, Ella didn't realise the tension building in her until she groaned, a little too high pitched, "Oh God."

"Just Pan," the boy comment commented, pulling away momentarily and eyeing her with a smirk. "Or Master if you want. But I'm not sure how far back in time you're willing to go tonight E."

Ella give him a withering glare, those eyes telling him to keep going or she would make him regret it. Part of him wanted to see what she would do, but the other part just wanted to see her come undone. In the end, the latter one out.

Returning his tongue to her, he watched as she closed her eyes in pleasure, grinding into him as she chased her release. Bringing their hands down, she wrapped hers through his hair as he added his fingers to his forceful ministrations until she was groaning in need once more, a small exclamation leaving her mouth as she orgasmed around his fingers.

Pan smirked, licking her essence off of his lips before sliding back up her body, letting her catch her breath. But Ella didn't need much recuperation, quite easily flipping Pan onto his back. She had trouble untying his pants with the force of his hardness stopping her. But eventually she managed it, pulling his pants off and dropping them with hers.

Scratching her nails up his legs, she grasped him firmly in her hand, sliding her hand toward the tip where she licked lightly, hearing Pan hiss. Taking him into her mouth, Ella began to suck, her fingers continuously pumping him as he began to thrust lightly into her mouth. Taking him in deeper, she looked up at him with doe eyes. He grasped her hair tightly, almost painfully as he guided her head.

Pan didn't want to release himself into her mouth. Whilst it would be extremely arousing to see Ella swallow his essence, he wanted to come inside her. So pushing her off him with a light shove, she realised exactly what he wanted. But rather than climbing on top of Pan, she turned over, revealing her smooth ass to Pan, who, in momentary shocked pleasure moved over to her and without warning, sheathed himself entirely within her.

She let out a loud moan as she felt him begin to move, slow at first, but quickly speeding up. Neither of them were going to last very long, so Pan thought he'd make the most of it. Using a tight grasp on her hip as leverage, he began to pound harder into her until her breathing became harshly laboured and she began to let out mewling sounds as Pan hit her repeatedly in just the right spot.

He pulled out, only to push her over so that he could see her face. Thrusting back into her, he felt her movements against him, desperate and needy, as she sped towards her orgasm. She shook violently as she came, a muttered exclamation beneath her breath, "Pan!"

He thrust two, three more times and felt his pleasure coiling in the pit of his stomach. When he came, he muffled his scream in her neck, his teeth sinking into the skin just above her collarbone, marking her as his for the last time. She cried out, still riding the pleasure he was giving her until he collapsed upon her. Rolling off and lying next to her, Pan watched the girl breathing heavily, her naked body rising and falling in the moonlight.

"Where have you been Ella Hart," Pan murmured in amazement, as he stared up at the ceiling trying to catch his breath. Never, in the past ten years, had she come to him with such eager abandon. Had she been the one to seek him out. And as he glanced over at her once more, he couldn't help but see her beauty, a beauty that he had coveted before, but now saw at a distance with awe.

And as he thought those thoughts, he finally realised what he was feeling. And why.

"You're not my slave anymore, are you Ella?" Pan murmured, pulling her close and turning into her, speaking into the skin of her shoulder as he kissed lightly along the bone, covering the mark he had made with soft breaths.

"No Master," she replied at a whisper, with a smile growing on her face that he couldn't see. From where she was on the bed, she could see Pan's tunic sitting on his desk chair, and the small folded piece of old paper that poked out from beneath it. There would be no need to search his room from top to bottom. Apparently he usually kept the contract on him. Not, however, when he was naked.

"You may be trying to get free Ella, but you should have read the fine print in the contract. The loophole warning. I know what you want from me; and you can have it."

His kisses stopped as Pan's hand snuck around her waist, tightly and almost possessively. His lips found their way to her ear where he whispered, "And when you burn that contract Ella, you'll find out just what the price of magic is. It's actually pretty simple."

Ella struggled with thought for a moment before Pan settled contentedly behind her. Was he really another step ahead of her? Again. Was he…letting her go? For the first time, they shared a pillow as he drifted off to sleep and Ella's eyes widened as she finally understood Pan's change in the past few days. Only last week he'd been his usual asshole self, but now, he held her. He was…kind. Or at least, as kind as Pan could be.

And it was in terrified shock that Ella realised the price of Pan's magic, muttering, "You're starting to love again."

"Dangerous words Hart," he murmured, his eyes shut as he spoke from the haze of nearby sleep.

And as Ella stared at the empty room lit by the night air, she wondered what exactly Pan had in store for her now. He was letting her go, but what for? But she was tired, and much like Pan, her eyes couldn't remain open. She knew she'd wake up before him; she always did.

So in the morning, Ella took her contract – took one final satisfied but confused glance at Pan's sleeping face – and she left his treehouse for the last time.