Villain (ouat Peter Pan one shot)

Loved

They sat on the cool floor of the jungle, away from the camp site, and talked about Fiona's feelings.
"I'm terribly sorry Peter but I don't think I can play this game no more... It's not a fair chance on me winning." She said softly, a curtain of her hair blocking Peter's confused yet worried face.
"What do you mean?" He asked, still staring at her blonde hair.
A tear escaped and she quickly wiped it away, looking up at him finally. "The game won't be fair. I'm afraid I long for affection so I'll lose easily..."
Her indicator did show a royal blue, showing that she was willing to be more than an acquaintance. Her opponent sighed for he had no idea how to say the right words to make her feel better. So he hugged her hesitantly, not entirely sure if it would help. But he slowly got a hug back and soft sobs sounded from the beautiful head that rested on his shoulder. A blush spread across his face when he realised that he found her attractive, the boy didn't know if he should stop himself or not. Fiona quieted down eventually and pulled away, wiping the clear stains off her cheeks.
"I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have cried on your shoulder like that." She let out a weak, nervous chuckle.
Peter couldn't keep his eyes off of the girl whose pretty face had a shade of gloom all over it. "It's fine, really.. You shouldn't have to feel that way." All he wondered throughout this moment was what was going on with him, he even knew that he was slipping ever so slightly...
She gave a sad smile, not noticing that Peter's heart shone a bluish-purple. "Thank you."
"No problem." The boy returned the thanks, feeling himself lean in a bit. And as much as he tried fighting it, he couldn't help it. The foolish lost boy carefully grabbed her face and planted a soft, semi-passionate kiss that sent a warm sensation all over Fiona. But she pulled away, not sure if it was real or not.
Peter bit his lip and lowered his hands down to hers. "I know it may not seem like it, but I understand what it's like to want to be loved..."
"Really?" She asked as she stared at their hands.
He nodded, "Yes, I'm afraid so."
They sat in silence as her questioning eyes were glued onto his awkward-feeling ones, but Fiona decided to allow one slip as she tugged him towards her by his shirt collar and kissed him hard. He was indeed shocked but couldn't fight the urge to kiss back. His arms wrapped around her waist as he held her closer, feeling her move her arms around his neck. She kissed until she was in desperate need of air, pulling away quickly, panting to catch her breath.
Pan stared at her, not entirely sure how he felt of that moment shared just recently. In lack of words he kissed her again, softer than how she did. Something about Fiona and him talking about how she wanted to be loved made him realise that he probably still wanted affection as well...
Hours later spent just being an actual human being and talking to her, Peter got up and helped her up with him.
"We should get back to camp... I don't want to worry the boys."
She nodded in agreement, "Yeah, we should. Plus, I'd like to sleep on a cot." She chuckled slightly as they began their walk back. They walked with hands folded together loosely though with meaning, their hearts a vibrant purple.