Hey everybody,

once again, I am sorry for not posting this yesterday, but I had writer's block and a headache...all gone and a new chapter for you! More Peter/Aura, so I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Sadly,I do not own Once upon a Time, just the ideas in my head that I incorporated in this story!

Chapter 15

When Felix and I arrived at camp, some of the Lost Boys were cleaning their weapons that dripped with blood, fresh from the hunting trip, whilst others were heading to their beds.

They looked almost reluctant to go to sleep, but I didn't question it.

Handing the bow and arrow back to Felix, I turned to him, only to be greeted by a confused look.

After standing in awkward silence, me waiting for him to accept the weapons, and him trying to figure out what was happening, he snapped out of his gaze and into realization.

'You can keep it; I don't use the bow anyway.'

Felix with a bow? I chuckled inwardly at the vision.

I nodded in gratitude, however, he kept talking.

'You...you have really long hair. Reminds me of somebody...' Felix's voice was reminiscent, as he stared at the ground before continuing

'Goodnight, Aura.'

I was saddened by the return of his monotone voice and the cold expression the goodbye had left on his face; he had turned back into the Lost Boy.

'Goodnight, Felix.' I bid him his goodnight, hoping I would see the other side, the kind side, of him soon.

Climbing the ladder to my home was tiresome. My muscles ached, not used to the physical activity. I placed the bow in the corner closest to the entrance and started stretching.

As my muscles contracted and lengthened, I relaxed and fell on the bed.

Heal. Hurt.

My heart started glowing, the ache faded as if it never was there. The calming feeling made me close my eyes and rest.

The sound of cries and sobs awoke me from a dreamless slumber. Stepping outside, I saw Felix sitting by the campfire, his cold eyes staring into the flames.

Plopping down next to him, he answered my question before I even had the chance to ask him.

'The Lost Boys. They cry every night.'

Why would the Boys cry? To live on an island, free of parental guidance, to be able to do whatever you wanted, wasn't that what every kid dreamed of?

'They're Lost Boys, no one loves them. That's why they hear the flutes.' He answered my thoughts once again.

Only now did I understand why Felix was so cold; he had created a wall around himself, not letting any feelings bother him.

'Everyone deserves to feel loved.' I wasn't bothered by his distance anymore, and decided to console each crying Lost Boy.

Remembering what mother had done when I was crying at a very young age, I comforted them with kind words, dried the tears flowing from their puffy eyes, hugged them.

The youngest of the Lost Boys asked me if I could tell him a story as I gently brushed the hair from his forehead.

'Once upon a time, there was a kind and lovely queen, adored by the people of her realm. She wanted to have a daughter with skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony, and she was granted that wish. The mother took-' I recited the beginning of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs that I had read a day ago, but was interrupted.

'What's a mother?' he asked, interest glinting in his eyes.

The question surprised me. Didn't the boy remember his parents?

'A mother is someone who guides you through life; is always there you. Someone who comforts you when you're sad, and forgives you for any mistakes. A mother loves you unconditionally.'

'Can you keep telling the story?' A voice behind whispered.

Turning around, I saw the Lost Boys standing at the entrance of the hut, urging me with the hopeful look in their eyes to continue.

After the Lost Boys returned to their beds and fell asleep without weeping, I retreated to my treehouse, exhausted with the events of today.

'You're like a mother to them.' Peter was leaning casually against the book shelf.

My heart began to beat uncontrollably. First, because Peter had startled me, and second, we were alone in the room.

'What are you doing here?' I managed to ask, ignoring the pounding of my heart.

He walked over to the bed and sat down, patting to the space next to him, motioning for me to sit.

'I wanted to spend time with you, get to know you. Don't you?'

Taking my sitting next to him a 'yes', he carried on.

'Now, I love to play, so why don't we make this a game? I ask a question, you have to answer truthfully, and then you get to ask me a question.' Peter turned to me, his eyebrows raised.

This would be the perfect opportunity to find out more about Peter, if I were to stay on his island forever, I should become acquainted with him. And I wanted to know about him…and more of him.

'Okay, Peter. How old are you?'

'Three hundred and forty-seven years old, but since time stands still and no one ages in Neverland, I am nineteen. My turn, what's your favourite color?'

We were both starting off easy.

'Green. How did you discover Neverland?'

'As a child, I was sold away to a blacksmith. He abused me, beat me, made me work, but at the end of the day I would escape that wretched life by thinking lovely thoughts. In my dreams I would visit Neverland, and one day, I was really there.'

That was something that wasn't mentioned in the book. I took hold of his hand, gently rubbing my thumb up and down the back of his hand in what I deemed to be a comforting motion.

'Do you like it here?' he asked, uncertainty lacing his voice.

'Why yes, Peter! I'm glad I decided to leave the past behind and come here; I don't have to grow up, I am with you. My dreams did come true.'

The corners of his lips twitched to a smile. Those lips I had been daydreaming about for so long. I couldn't deny my frustration; why didn't he make his move?

'Why did you bring me to Neverland, don't you only bring boys?'

'I brought you to Neverland, because I like you. You are special, someone to remember, but you were lost, you could hear the music...'

I didn't listen to the rest of the sentence, my mind couldn't concentrate after Peter said he liked me. My heart skipped several beats, so enthralled with the simple notion. I felt dizzy and leaned against his shoulder, trying to regain balance.

'Then why are you teasing me?' It wasn't my turn, and I realized I had uttered aloud the thoughts that were supposed to stay in my head, making me pull my hand away from his and cover my mouth.

But he had heard it; and there was no going back now.

The tingling sensation on my cheeks intensified, I stared at anything but him, ashamed of myself.

His hand gently lifted my chin, making me look into his grey eyes, two pools luring me in. I could finally identify the weird look he gave me during the celebration because it was evident this time, too.

Desire.

He was already so close, I could feel his hot breath on my face, while his hand that was holding my chin moved to cup my cheek.

Closing my eyes out of instinct, I waited, my heart was racing with nervousness. Peter closed the distance between us within a second.

Then our lips met.

For a second, I didn't do anything. Didn't move or even breathe, then slowly, I responded to the kiss, moving my lips with his. The hand cupping my cheek wandered to the back of my head, his fingers weaving into my hair, causing goosebumps to spread across my skin.

The flame inside me turned into fire and spread out from my chest to the rest of my body, down my arms and legs to the tips of my very being.

We stood up, and Peter, taken with a need, pushed me back against the wall.

The kiss, at first sweet and slow, quickly became more intense and heated as he started rubbing his body against mine.

Peter slowly pulled away, letting me take a much needed breath. He wrapped his warm hands around my wrists, taking them both tightly and holding them above my head, my body suddenly feeling open to him.

He leaned his forehead against mine and whispered huskily, his breath as lost as mine, 'How about that?'

So, how about that!? Reviews are always appreciated!

Love you all,

aureaborealis