Robbie Kay Imagines

imagine #4

I sat up and surveyed the room I was in. Pan was no longer in the room and I was all alone. The boys were unusually silent and I got up to check out what was going on. I left the treehouse and no one was there. I took off in search for the lost boys. To be honest I didn't want to see Pan. His very presence sickened me. I must've been searching for hours and I started to give up when I heard a breaking branch behind me. I stopped and turned to see whoever, or whatever made the noise. I was greeted with no other than Peter. Peter Pan. "Where were y'all?" I asked worriedly. I was starting tto feel like I mothered these children.. "What's it to you?" Pan asked. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms across my chest. "You're awful." I muttered under my breath. "What was that, love?" He asked although I know he knew what I said. "What's it to you?" I mimicked. A wicked smirked played across his face. "Oh (Y/N). Why do you act like you hate me so much? I guess it's because every time you look at me you dream of sleeping with me but I won't help you out with your predicament." He said with a smirk. My mouth opened agape at his words and my cheeks, I'm sure, were bright red. "Close your mouth sweetie, you'll catch flies." He said nonchalantly. I scowled angrily. "IF YOU WEREN'T SO DAMN FULL OF YOURSELF ALL THE TIME THEN MAYBE I'D LIKE YOU." I shouted. He chuckled. "Well I don't need to stop because I've already done my job. You're head over heels for me." He chuckled.  I just wanted to slap that goofy look of his face. Matter of fact, I will. I ran at him with my hand raised and just before I got the satisfaction of my hand slapping him across the face I felt him grip my wrist. He gripped my other wrist and I tried to jerk away but my strength was no match for his. "Stop struggling. Save your energy for later." He remarked wiggling his eyebrows. My eyebrows furrowed at his words. He was really starting to piss me off. "Tell me you don't find me the slightest bit attractive." He commanded. I stared into his cold dark eyes and recited the words. "Now, tell me how you don't ever look into my eyes and wonder what I'm thinking. You wonder, if I've ever cared for someone other than myself. You wonder that every. Day." He told me. I knew he was speaking the truth but I didn't want to admit it to him.  "Now what I just said, do you do that?" He asked. I sighed. "If I said no that would be a lie." I admitted in defeat. "Kiss me." He demanded. "What?" I asked confused. "Kiss me. I know you want to. So do it." He repeated. I glanced from his eyes to his lips then back to his eyes then leaned in slowly.  Our lips connected and as cliche as it sounds I felt sparks fly. I raised my hands to his hair and combed through each thick brown lock slowly as we kissed. He slipped his tongue into my mouth deepening the kiss. I bit his lip seductively and looked into his dark devilishly handsome eyes.  I let go off his bottom lip and tried to catch my breath from our intense make out session. "Did you even realize your hands were free?" He asked. I untangled his hair from my fingers and brought my hands down to my waist. He chuckled and stepped back.  "Catch you later, alright?" He winked and I stood there blushing as he disappeared back into the thick forest.