OUAT One-Shots

Peter Pan

[Credit goes to writer who thought of original idea. Additions and corrections have been made, as well as small changes to the plot.]

Taunt

"Where do you think you're going?" Pan shouted after me.

I ran as quickly as my legs would carry, but my speed was no match for his magic. Passing endless rows of thorns and brush, Pan used dark magic to teleport in front of me. I fell into his chest, about to collapse before him, when he wrapped his hand around my small wrist tightly.

"Anywhere away from you," I began. "Or so I'd planned."

"Is that so?"

"It would be nice," I muttered quietly, twisting and tugging at my arm for an attempt at freedom.

"Well your plan seems to be falling to pieces as we speak," he raised an eyebrow, clenching his jaw and turning my arm from the elbow in its socket. A shrill cry of pain erupted from my mouth as I fell to one knee, refusing to look up at the demon that had held me captive for over a month or so now.

"You say that you wish to be away from me, but we both know how you really feel. Am I mistaken?" He smirked, loosening his grip to allow me to stand once again.

An idea popped into my head as his words formed like ice, slipping off his tongue and freezing the air between us. I took a hold of my lower lip between my teeth and peered up at him from behind my dark eyelashes flirtatiously. "Oh Pan, you see right through me..."

I leaned in, as if to kiss him, and not much to my surprise he complied without any effort. Just as we were barely an inch apart, I placed my hands against his pectorals and shoved him backwards, catching him off-guard and forcing him suddenly to the ground. That was when I made, yet another, break for it.

Trudging through the dense forestry, passing identical trees and various shades of green, I looked over my shoulder to see whether he had caught up. To my delight, it seemed as though he had given up on the chase and, hopefully, returned to the camp to leave his prisoner to calm herself. And after what felt like an hour of running – which couldn't have been more than 10 minutes – the pathway seemed to open up to a small beach. Yellow sand, coloured shells, clear seawater; for a brief moment, I forgot that I was in Neverland. That I 'belonged' to Pan and his army of Lost Boys. That I was his prisoner, and no one was here to take me home to be free.

Glancing around at my surroundings, my eyes landed on a small group of boulders placed just in front of a clump of palm trees. As my aching legs carried me toward them, a sigh escaped when I reached the refreshing feeling of a cool breeze against my tired limbs. Perching myself on the edge of the flat-rock, I pushed my hair back to uncover my neck and expose myself to the elements while my thoughts rummaged through my most recent memories. Screw Pan and his malicious intensions. He's got nothing more to prove than his egotistical, arrogant attitude that only fuels his obsession for power and control.

"You escape my sight for a few seconds and now you're sunbathing?" speak of the devil, and he shall arrive.

I turned my head after a few quiet seconds to find nobody there. At this, I arose from my elbows and looked around before coming to the conclusion that I had been mistaken. Though, when I faced the ocean once more, Peter's nose was only inches from my own.

I gasped loudly, falling back on my lower arms and propping myself up. I shuffled back until he took a hold on my ankles and drew them toward him, jerking my body backward against the hard surface in the process.

"Why are you so afraid?" he asked, suspicion causing his brows to furrow.

He began to climb atop of the rock and my heart beat rapidly through my chest. Pan placed his knees either side of my waist and leant down, bringing his mouth to my ear, painfully slow.

"You know you're going to have to pay for that little stunt back there, right?" he warned, letting his hot breath send shivers down my spine. I felt him grin by my cheek – he knew what he was doing to me.

"I dare you," I growled in return, eyes meeting his with a fire I'd never felt before. I wasn't sure for what reason that I chose to use that kind of spite against him, but I was sure to regret it later.

However, what I received in return was most unexpected. His breath lingered on my neck as his head lowered, meeting his lips to my skin in a sloppy, wet kiss. I began to pant in contradiction. If I went with it, Pan would know my true feelings and know how to control me. But if I defied him, he would find out my lies and punish me in ways that my mind cannot conjure at this very moment.

His lips grew stronger, and as did his kisses. My desperation to hold back any sign of pleasure was vastly being ripped from me as my mind was being overrun with thoughts that should never be brought up, especially around Pan.

"P-Pan, stop," I pleaded, sending him empty threats, courtesy of my glares and lack of strength with my attempts of control over my own body.

"Your voice says one thing," he mumbled against my neck, trailing his hands down the centre of my chest, dragging his fingers across my waist and stopping at the buttons to my jean-shorts. "But your heart says another," he snarled against my ear.

As his fingers unlocked each button, bit by bit, from their hold around my hips, he bit into my neck causing me to gasp. His soft kisses had now turned into a fiery expression of ownership as he left his mark, loud and clear for all to see. His hands finished with the buttons and he painfully dragged out the process of pulling down the bronze zipper. Though, when this was done, he returned to his standing positon and took a few seconds to admire his handy-work.

"P-Peter, please," I begged for him to finish what he had started, but all I got as a reply was a sideways smirk, leaving me asking for more.

I sat up, hot and breathless, in my slightly dazed mind-set as Pan's laugh echoed in my mind like a form of torture.

"I told you that you would pay," he informed, an eyebrow cocked as I re-did what he had undone. "I merely forgot to mention how I was to allow you redemption."

And with that, he turned on his heel and walked back into the brush. That bastard...