AN: Over a thousand hits? :D you are all awesome, thank you! Really heavy dialogue chapter, but shirtless Peter is worth it. Thanks to Sing97 and Amelia-bella1 for reviewing again! Happy reading!

~Luna

Chapter 15: Morning After

I blinked sleepily in the sunlight filtering in between the slats of the treehouse. Everything hurt, but I thought that was from the fight with Felix the day before. Also I had forgotten to undo my bindings yesterday, which were still tightly attached to my chest. Great. That's going to start hurting real soon.

I tried to pull my blanket closer to me, but discovered it was on the floor. It felt like a normal morning, until I saw that Peter wasn't in his hammock. Confused, I looked around to find Peter lying next to me. Or more accurately, on top of me. He was shirtless and sleeping soundly. A quick glance down showed me that I was in the same predicament as well. Oh. Oh.

Last night came back into my memories and my fingers ghosted over my lower lip. The night wasn't perfect by anyone else's standards. Nothing ever seemed to be that way between us. But for all its faults, it was hard to picture any other way we could do this. Neither of us were romantic by any means of the word.

"Morning," he muttered, tightening one of his arms around my waist. I just laid there, once again refusing to accept that things had just happened.

"Where's the standard morning complaint?" Peter smirked, placing a light peck on my shoulder. "Too in awe of last night?"

I shook my head, still feeling mute. I liked last night, it was fun. But, Peter's my best friend. Would this make things completely awkward between us? I still wanted to be best friends, but romance would just get in the way. Doesn't it always? Also there's the whole, he just murdered a lot of people thing to deal with. I turned onto my side, with my back to him.

"Nibs," Peter moved closer to me and I could feel his chest pressed up against my back. "It couldn't have been that bad."

"It wasn't," I mumbled. "It was perfect."

I could feel him smirk against my skin. "And your problem is?"

"We're best friends," I said, lifting my face out of my hands.

He snorted. "People do date their best friends, I know it's not common in our shared experience but..."

I knew he was talking about my parents and Rumple. My parents fought as if the world depended on it. Milah and Rumple... Let's just say I'm glad that they were together long enough to make Baelfire.

"But..." I began, trying to think of things to say.

Peter laughed and starting kissing up and down my neck. Not helpful in the slightest. "But what, love?"

"You killed nearly a hundred people yesterday," I finally gasped out.

He just hummed. "Did you even hear me speak?" I accused.

"Yes I heard," he admitted. I felt him shift, probably onto his elbows. "And in my defense, they were going to kill us. I found something in Tigerlily's tent, battle plans. They were going to annihilate us, Nibs."

I kept quiet at this, letting the fact sink in. If he was telling the truth, then it would make sense to get rid of the people that were going to wipe us out. But it didn't feel completely real. It felt like there were certain details he had left out. I'd try to get them later, but for now I was satisfied.

I turned round to face him. A smile, an actual smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Do you still believe in me?"

I let out a shaky laugh. "I find it that believing things you say is the hard part."

Peter shook his head and rolled on top of me, kissing me again. I kissed back, lacing my fingers in his hair to keep him close to me to me. We didn't stop until I heard someone, who was not me or Peter, clear their throat. Had we not barred the door last night?

"What, Felix?" Peter growled, still facing me. His face was full of anger and it made me giggle.

"Nibs is gone and Hook's called a meeting," Felix drawled, inspecting his club.

Peter climbed off of me, and turned to Felix, his eyes practically screaming murder. "Tell Hook that he can make use of his iron attachment and shove it up his ass."

I laughed, which caused Felix to turn to us. A half formed reply died on his lips, before he smirked and walked off. "Never mind about the first part, I found Nibs."

I sighed, throwing my head back I the bed. No doubt Felix had run off to tell Rufio, who would in turn tell nearly everyone on the island. I groaned. This would a nightmare to explain. But, I thought as I lifted my head up to see Peter hurriedly pulling on a pair of boots. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

So I'm thinking about writing out the scene in between this chapter and Chapter 14 on another piece, just so this piece can be kept at a T rating. Let me know if you want that!