Hey everybody,

okay so a lot of things happened:

1. I got really sick with fever, a headache and much more...

2. Today is my birthday (I got a pillow with Robbie Kay on it, so I know who I'll be 'sleeping' with...

3. School powered me out...

So anyway, this is my first attempt at writing a 'love' scene, it is not good or perfect, please bear with me...

Hope you all like it!

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

Chapter 23

During our kiss, when at the beginning his demanding lips moved roughly against mine, I had somehow won the silent battle for dominance, and pushed him towards the direction of the bed.

Feeling his knees hit the edge, he fell and landed softly, breaking our kiss and leaving me standing.

'Viridian green. Full of fire. I like fire.' He propped up on his elbows and I couldn't help but think of my first celebration when the reflection of the campfire in his eyes made him look dangerous and hungry.

While straddling him, I came back to my senses. This wasn't only giving in to lust and desire, but an act of true love. Why were we going so fast and wild?

Aware of my pause, Peter flipped us so that our positions were changed.

'We can take it slow,' he whispered, reading my mind.

The greed vanished from his eyes as did the burning heat that was spreading throughout my body. Lovingly cupping my face, he lowered himself so our noses were touching.

'But first I would suggest we get rid of the things in our way.' With that, he began to unbutton my blouse, exposing my breasts. Tossing the blouse aside, he trailed his fingertips across my skin and left feather-light kisses down my neck along my stomach to the hips. The feeling of his fingers and lips on my bare skin sent tingling shocks through my body.

Peter took a step back, his hand reaching down for his shirt as he removed it. My eyes took in his bare chest in the moonlight as he kicked off his shoes, his pants following soon after.

Gifting me with a mischievous grin, he pulled at my pants from my ankles and, discarding them on the floor, he crawled back into bed between my legs, not taking his eyes of mine.

A blush spread across my skin at his gaze and with each second my anticipation grew, the knots in my stomach intensifying along with the fear of doing something wrong. Peter seemed so skilled and smooth, knowing exactly what to do.

He noticed my uneasiness, and admitted in a soft voice as he lowered his lips to mine, 'You're my first.' Kissing me softly, I got lost in the emotion he poured into it. I felt everything in that one kiss; he was just as scared and unsure as I was. But he was just as needing, just as wanting, as I was for him. As he traced his lips along my jaw, he whispered into my ear.

'I am yours.' He pulled back and looked into my eyes, questioning as though he was looking for some sort of confirmation. All I felt was my heart burning; glowing.

True Love.

'And I am yours.'

Bringing his lips back to mine, I kissed him with love and sincerity. And alone in the dead of the night, in that tree house in Neverland, we made the night ever so special. We made it glow.

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'I love you, with my whole heart.' I leaned my head on his chest, listening to his still irregular beating heart while my fingertips traced lines along his arm.

It wasn't necessary to say it; there was enough proof. Pixie dust never failed, everything had felt right since the first time Peter had looked me into the eyes. We had just truly made love; my heart was still glowing, albeit dimly as the aftereffects faded away.

Even though Peter had trouble saying the words aloud, actions spoke more than words. It didn't matter; I knew it deep down in my heart.

'I...' He gently pushed me away to sit up, staring into space.

Was he going to finally say three simple words?

He turned to me, the moonlight shining through the window illuminated his grey eyes, making them glow magically. There was a sad look on his face. Almost like regret.

The nagging voice in the back of my head was suddenly very prominent.

Don't do something you'll regret later.

Feeling self-conscious, I used the blanket to cover my exposed skin, suddenly feeling cold. In a split second, the frown turned to a crooked grin.

Magical, glowing eyes. 'When I own it, you will regret giving it to me.'

Connecting the dots from my nightmare to reality, I finally understood what my dream meant. Peter blew green dust into my face before I could acknowledge what was happening.

'I'm sorry.' I heard his faint voice before I slipped into unwanted unconsciousness.

Yeah, I know...it is only slight M, mostly T (I simply was too scared to write and backed out, leaving you only with for and afterplay). Likely most of you were let down, but fear not! I definitely had one planned later on.

But sex is not what the story is about, it deals more with the relationship of Aura to specific people...

Reviews are always appreciated as well as tips on writing 'M'.

Love you all,

aureaborealis