Villain (ouat Peter Pan one shot)

Intense

"Wake up, my love."
Peter lightly nudged Fiona awake. Her hazel eyes opened and looked into vibrant green ones. A soft, tired groan came from her lips as she sat up slowly, stretching as she did so.
"Good morning, Peter." She finally said with drowsiness laced in her voice. He smiled and leaned over to kiss her but she lightly pushed him away, "Nope. I'm not going to let that happen." She then stood and walked out of the tent. Pan followed.
"Come on, Fiona. Play along."
She stopped and turned to face a smug faced boy who crossed his arms. She walked up to him, a smirk growing upon her lips for she had a nasty idea. "Am I playing along now?" She brought his face closer to hers and made it seem like she was going to kiss his cheek but licked it instead. Laughing, she pulled away and stepped back as the boy looked dully at her. Unamused.
Peter wiped the saliva off his left cheek. Staring at Fiona with vengeful eyes. He came closer and held her close to him, keeping a firm grasp. "So you're going to play this game dirty, huh?"
She tried her best not to laugh but couldn't help it, a giggle managed an escape. "Mhm... If you want me to."
"Well then, this will be interesting." A smirk reappeared as he lowered his head to kiss her neck. And he easily found the sweet spot, kissing hard and a bit rough. Fiona bit her lip hard, trying her best to contain a moan that begged to come out. Peter finally pulled away, a nasty grin forming as he found that a bruise stood out on her neck. He let go of her and wiped his mouth, "I think we're even." He patted her shoulder as he walked off to the boys who were now out.
Fiona was paralysed in shock, her hand over the now tender area on her neck. She went into her tent and found a hand mirror that sat on her cot. Even though she never had this mirror before she had a feeling Peter left it for her. The mirror showed a terrifyingly intense hickey on her neck. Her eyes grew wide and she threw the horrid reflection back on the cot. She had to make her next move just as bad.

Peter supervised a target practice, a never ending smirk on his lips. He has finally found a new game that he'd enjoy fairly well. His pay back a few moments ago was possibly his favourite pay back he'd ever given...
His eyebrows furrowed as he thought of the game. Did he really admit to himself that he liked it? A faint blush faded in, feeling overheated he tried to shake off the thoughts as he stood to get his bow and arrows.
He cut the line of lost boys and handed an apple to the one who played target. Felix stood next to Peter.
"Are you alright, Pan?"
The boy ignored his friend at the moment and took aim at the apple and shot dead on in the middle of the fruit, causing it to get pierced into the tree five feet behind. The target boy had his eyes wide in fear, shaking. Peter then lowered his bow and turned to face Felix, "I'm fine." He stepped aside to let the next shooter take his turn.
"Are you sure?" The loyal friend asked.
He sighed in slight annoyance, "Yes, Felix, I'm sure."
"Okay..." Felix said, letting it go.
Peter kept his attention on the aim of each boy, not wanting a mishap to happen.
"Pan." The hooded boy spoke again.
"Yea- Hold on..." He spotted a terrible aim and since they only stood a foot away from where the arrows have been passing, Peter caught an arrow in mid air. "You've nearly gotten the poor boy's eye." He spat out at the one who took the shot which was Devin. The boy still looked sick. He went up to him, "You shouldn't be the one shooting yet."
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know that my aim was off."
"Which is why you shouldn't be shooting."
The lost boy gave up in defending himself and took his arrow from Pan's hand, walking off to put his weapon away.
Peter went back to Felix and kept watch.
"Peter?" Felix tried addressing his leader once more.
This time he was able to answer, "What, Felix?"
"May I ask you something?"
He looked at the hooded boy, "Yeah, what is it?"
"What's been going on with you and Fiona? You're not falling in love, are you?"
"What? No! Why would I be in love with a wretched girl?"
Felix raised an eyebrow. "You've been flirting an awful lot."
"It's just a game that we're playing."
He crossed his arms now, "And what game is that?"
"We have to try to get one of us to fall for one another and whoever falls in love loses. The winner gets whatever they want from the loser."
"Mhm... Interesting game."
Peter chuckled, "It's interesting alright."
Felix raised an eyebrow again but decided to not even bother asking. "Well, who do you think will win?"
He paused for a moment, though soon hating himself for hesitating. He looked at Felix with a sure look, "Me, of course."