Hey everybody,

so holidays are officially over for me now, too (I had a day off...) which sucks...

A new chapter just for you! Hope you like it!

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

Chapter 22

While Peter moved his lips against mine, I could sense Felix's discomfort. He let out a growl, his body tense; his fists clenched and it made me feel sorry for him. I felt as though there was some kind of pull between us, but I put it down to the sibling-like love I felt for him.

Aware of the death-glare Felix was shooting him, Peter stopped and looked to the far side of camp, where it was lonely and secluded. Felix read the look and walked to the area.

'Aura, do tell the Boys how you managed to stay hidden.' He was clearly dismissing me, saying the words relatively calm, but there was a tone of anger in them, too.

Something was up. Did he already know about the dreamshade? Was Felix going to get in trouble, or possibly even worse?

'Yeah, come sit by the fire.' Tootles grabbed my hand and led me to the others, not giving me the chance to question what Peter was going to do.

All I could see was the devious glint flashing in his grey eyes as he walked to the far side of camp where Felix must have been. And this scared me.

During the time they were away, I told the Boys how Felix and I had trekked through the thick jungle, leaving out the details of almost dying. The thought of Felix and Peter kept nagging at me in the back of my mind. Trying to reassure myself that Peter wouldn't hurt Felix because they were like brothers, I eased my worry…or tried to.

'Are you going to stay with us forever?' one of the Lost Boys asked, his wide eyes expressing curiosity.

'Of course. Why would I leave the place where I feel like I'm at home?'

'We would never want you to leave, you're like our...what's it called? Mother.'

Before there was a possibility for the meaning of their words to sink in, Peter had arrived.

'Boys, tonight marks the day Aura truly has become one of us. Our very first Lost Girl.' He took my hand and held our entwined hands triumphantly in the air.

'This calls for a proper celebration at the falling of dusk!'

The camp buzzed with excitement; everyone was running around, preparing for tonight.

New logs with intricate markings replaced the old rotten ones around the fire, tables with different kinds of foods popped out of nowhere and some Boys were making animal masks of wood. I had insisted on helping, but they kept pushing me out of the way, so I stayed in my tree house, my eyes skimming the content of some book. It was difficult to concentrate on anything. I could only think of tonight, like Peter had promised, it would be special. Something in my heart told me it wasn't only the celebration.

It didn't take long before the sun had set; it was time.

Stepping out of the house, I giggled at the sight of everyone dancing around the huge campfire with their masks on.

'Come and find me!' Peter teased me with a game.

He had disguised himself, too, though it wasn't hard to tell where he was. He was the tallest boy of the Lost Boys, aside from Felix. Where was he anyway? I didn't recall seeing him after he went to talk with Peter. The faint feeling of worry crept into my heart, it vanished as soon as I saw Peter.

'Found you.' I pulled his mask away.

'We'll always find each other. Come with me.' He motioned to two chairs, peculiar in this setting. They looked like thrones that rulers in palaces would sit in.

'This evening, the king of Neverland shall be beside his queen.' Peter whispered huskily in my ear, his hot breath causing goose-bumps to arise on my skin.

King and Queen of Neverland.

Making his instrument magically appear, he placed the pipe below his lip and with a

slight smile began to blow across the top of the flute. The last time I had heard him play set me in a trance, the music so beautiful and hypnotic, but this time I couldn't hear anything. Was something wrong with me? I shot Peter a distressed look, he did too, but after a second the corner of his mouth twisted upward to his signature smirk.

'Only those who are unloved and lost can hear the pipes.'

This could only mean I was loved. And I knew Peter couldn't express his love in words, still being reluctant, but this sufficed as the traditional 'I love you.'

Occasionally, I would eat some of the tasty food, the flavours bursting in my mouth, or I would dance with the Lost Boys. But every time I would glance to Peter.

I could see him satisfied with me enjoying myself and just glimpse the look of lust creeping into his eyes. Only this time, I thought there was also love.

What would happen later would be inevitable, but we truly did love each other, and no small voice in my head was telling me otherwise. It was simply perfect.

Becoming aware of longing to feel his body against mine, our skins needing to touch, I bid every Lost Boy goodnight with a kiss on the forehead and headed back to my tree house. I hoped Peter would catch on to what I meant.

After a while the ruckus outside quieted down, everyone had retreated to their beds.

Tonight will be special.

'Indeed it will.' Peter replied to the thought I hadn't said out loud.

He spun me around and crashed his lips onto mine.

So yeah, next chapter will be what makes the story M (I'm so nervous and excited!)

Since school will be taking over my life, I will only be able to update chapters on Saturdays and Sundays...(sad face)

Thank you to ElektraMackenzie, SwedishFanFictionLover and Kira Tsumi for your constant reviews, they always make me smile! As said, reviews are greatly appreciated!

Love you all,

aureaborealis