Peter Pan One Shots

There is a First for Everything (smut)

I had been on Neverland for a while now. At least 40 sunsets near as I could tell. Time was difficult here.

I had come with my boy friend, Jacob. We had met at a joint group home when we were 13. At 15 we ran from the home. It wasn't love but he protected me, for the most part. He had this slight problem of taking his anger out on me, though there was rarely any evidence. Nothing changed about this when we arrived at the Island.

I was given my own tent, as I was the only girl- a fact the ruler of the Island, Peter Pan, wasn't to thrilled about. Despite having a bed away from Jacob, he still made sure his needs were met. He would sneak in after the other Lost Boys had gone to sleep and then we would get tangled up in the sheets. Metaphorically, since there were no sheets, just a mattress made of straw and animal hides. I say his needs because I had never known what it felt like to be pleasured during sex. Jacob was the only person I had slept with and he didn't care if I was satisfied, only that he was.

My first real experience with it had been an accident. One that ended wonderfully.

After Jacob would leave my tent, I found it difficult to sleep, so I would take a walk to the beach and just sit. I'd watch the rhythmic waves and the stars as they shifted across the sky. Normally I was alone, but one night there was a figure standing in the sand, their back to me as I exited the jungle.

"Why do you come here every night?" The figure spoke, and instantly reveled who it was. Pan.  He turned to face me, causing my breath to catch in my throat. Some how I had only just noticed how attractive he was. Dirty blonde hair swept perfect across his forehead, deep green eyes that held so much yet so little at the same time. Pink lips that were often stretched in a taunting smirk, and an accent that made me feel strange things.

"How-" I stopped just in front of him. He had never intimidated me, even when dishing out some of the worst punishments.  " How did you know I come here?"

He let out a small puff of air that might have been a laugh, "I know everything that goes on here. It's my island."

"Everything?"

"Yes. Including what you and your little boyfriend do at night." He glared at me like I was at fault for it.

I huffed, hating to be blamed for that, before sitting down a few feet from Pan. "Well if you must know, i have trouble sleeping so I come here. The ocean seems to calm my nerves."

"What, need a cool down after sex?" He taunted.

"If you can even call it that..." I grumbled, resting my head in my hands.

I watched  as he sat down next to me, noticing some kind of change in his demeanor. "I get the sense you don't enjoy it all that much." I simply shrugged, wishing for the millionth time I could feel something. I hadn't felt much emotion since we ran away from the group home, which was about 2 years ago. It was quite for a moment before Pan spoke again, "Well, I suppose you coming here isn't hurting anything. Though it does explain why you sleep so late in the mornings and I always have to send someone to wake you."

With that he stood up and brushed the sand off his pants before walking away.

After that he started appearing on the beach every night. It was odd, but I liked the company. After about of week of this I finally asked why.

"Neverland is a dangerous place, kitten. Wouldn't want that pretty face getting marred now would we?" He responded as he gently tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.  I hoped the dark of the night would hide my blush.

It was silent the rest of the night. Several weeks later, it was the same scene, with one difference. I had rope burns on my wrists because Jacob had tied the ropes way to tight. He didn't care about that, nor did he care that I was uncomfortable with the whole idea of being tied up. Pan noticed them immediately, and wasn't to thrilled about it.