Amoung The Shadows

Chapter 21-What It Means To Love

I woke up tied to a tree. The binds were softer than I thoght they would be. Peter can act quite rashly. Especialy when he is angry. He probably realized he didnt have to punish me so.

He never backs out of a game...so maybe he tried to make it better for me.

I looked down and noticed that I was on a high cliff.
So maybe Peter still hates me after all.
I thought.
"I dont hate you." A voice answered.
Danlmn the stupid telepathic thingy!
I mentaly scolded myself.

I did not know where Peter was, but I heard him chuckle darkly somewhere behind me. "You are so helpless right now. It makes me want to rip those binds right off of you and save you...but dont worry, the game will go on, for you need to be taught a lesson. There are no parents on Neverland. " He said. I nodded.

I could feel hot breath fanning the left side of my neck. "Look at us. Alone. The Lost Boys wont find you till tommorow." Peter said. He stepped infront of me. His face closer to mine then desirable.

His hand cupped my cheek. My breath hitched. He leaned down andbplaced his lips on mine softly. "What...are...you...doing?" I asked between kisses. He smiled softly.
"Do you not like this?" He asked and placed a small kiss on my jawline. "No. I do, it's just tha-" He kissed my neck. Cutting me off in the process.

His hand trailed to my hip. "I thought I was being punished." I breathed. I felt him smirk against my skin. "There are many different types of punishments, love." His lips trailed farther down my neck. "Your's is not being able to participate in your favorite game. Being bate instead."

He bit my collar bone. He then kissed me on the lips. "I forgave you." He said. "It was a first assult." Peter added.

I heard shouts behind us. Peter stepped away from me. "Well then...
I must leave the boys to it." At that, Peter dissapeared.

The Lost Boys were led by Felix who triumphantly carried me back to camp, slung over his shoulder. Even though I told him not to, he would occasionally smack my bum. But don't worry! A good smack in the head reminded him of my many threats...
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I stared at the pirates in their cage as I ate my chicken leg. They looked so scared. I almost walked straight uo to that cage and let them go...

Then I remembered that they all wanted to kill me, and were probably thinking of different ways they could stab me right then and there.

Peter sat by me. "You alright, love?" He asked. I nodded glumly. He looked over to the pirates. "I'm fine." I said before he could say anything. "Peter, I think I am going to go to bed. i'm tired." I said. "But the fun has just started!" He pouted. "Good night Peter Pan." I said and walked off toward my hut.
"You are sleeping in my bed tonight!!!" I heard Peter shout behind me. I chuckled. Fine.
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I was half asleep when a drunk Peter stumbled into the cabin. He colapsed on his couch. I walked over to him and placed my hand on his thigh.
"Come to bed, Peter." I said.
"Let's go, i'll help you. Are you drunk?" I asked. His eyes fixed on me, but soon trailed to my chest. I rolled my eyes. I grabbed his face. He looked into my eyes.
"What? I swear to drunk, Faith. I'm not god!" He said. I couldnt help but laugh. He raised his brow.
"Something I said, was it?" He asked. I laughed again at his atrocious grammer.
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It took much effort to get Peter into bed, but eventually I layed on my side. Peter's chest against my back. He insisted that he slept shirtless, without pants. But after much arguing, he agreed to wear his cloak so that there were no cold showers at 3:00A.M.
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The sun light shown through Peter's open curtains. I streached and decided to let Peter sleep. After all, he would probably have a hang over when he woke up.

Neverland! Where we promote underage drinking!

I thought as I walked into the kitchen.

The picture above is of Peter's face when Faith tells him that he cant sleep naked😁
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