The Games - A PP OUAT Fanfiction

Twenty-Four.

This time I wasn't standing on the cliff. This time I was laying down. In sand. White sand that nearly blinded me.

I wasn't alone. Pan lay with his head on my stomach and his hand on my leg, rubbing it gently. Also, I wasn't wearing my usual jeans and t-shirt. I was wearing a black tank-top and dark jean shorts, which showed off my pale legs, and, I noticed with a start, my necklace. Pan shifted in the sand, his hand leaving my leg, and looked up at me. I smiled as I sat up on my elbow, moving his head and forcing him to sit up.

He leaned in close to me and put his forehead against mine. "Hi," I whispered.

"Hey." He took his forehead off of mine and turned so his body was facing me. The first thing I noticed about him was that he wasn't wearing his cloak like always. The second thing I noticed was that he was barefoot like me. The third was that he was staring at me in the most heart-racing way - like I was the most beautiful creature he had ever beheld.

"Is there any way to make it darker?" I asked, shading my eyes. "It's really bright out here."

"This is your dream," he told me. "Just concentrate."

I closed my eyes and imagined that the sun was down and the moon was shining brightly instead. When I opened my eyes, it was dark. The moon shone brightly in the sky, and it was bright enough to see clearly. I looked at Pan, who was smiling. I smiled back a little and nervously messed with my necklace, looking away. Pan's hand came up and cupped my cheek, making me look up at him. He moved closer to me, putting his other arm around my waist. I put my hands on his chest, unsure of where else to put them. He pulled me closer to him as soon as our lips touched. My hands instantly went into his hair as he lay me on my back, one of his legs looping around one of mine. After a few minutes he flipped us and I was on top, his hand on my thigh, pulling my knee up to his side. I flipped us back over and kissed him harder. My lips traveled down his neck and to his collar bone, and he moaned, holding me tighter. My lips began traveling back up. Just before my lips reached his, he stopped me.

"Do you want to... take this a step further?" he asked gently, but I could hear the eagerness in his voice.

I shook my head slowly and started to back away but he grabbed my arms. "It's okay, it's okay," he cooed. "We don't have to. We don't, really."

I shook my head again and growled at my nervousness. It was only Peter, I told myself. I was tired of being afraid. And we didn't have to go very far. It could just be shirts. Just his shirt, even. I liked that idea.

I shook my head for the last time and tugged at the bottom of his shirt. He let me pull it off of him and I gazed at his bare chest. He was really cut.

He chuckled. "Like what you see?"

I let my fingertips lightly glide down his six-pack and he sucked in a quick breath. He grabbed my fingers and pushed them away from his chest. I looked up at him, confused. "That tickles," he chuckled out, making me smile. He released my fingers and flipped us over, pulled me back to him, and laying down under me. His chest was warm under mine. He kissed me, gently at first, then he started getting rough and grabbed my thigh again. My hands were all over his bare back, holding him against me as we kissed.

I had to stop for air and he rolled over so he was on top. I caught my breath and we were kissing again. We began rolling around on the ground like sausages in a frying pan, fighting for dominance, his tongue wrestling with mine. It felt like hours we spent on that beach. But at the same time, it only felt like minutes. We kissed and we kissed and we kissed, our lips hardly ever leaving each others'. Eventually, though, I had to stop and take a break from all the wrestling and rolling and fighting to stay on top. I had been on top, and now I sat up, panting, and fell over beside him, trying to catch my breath. Pan flopped on top of me and put his head onto my shoulder, kissing it savagely, occasionally nipping it. As his lips traveled up my neck I put my hands in his hair and gripped it. His lips came up to my jaw and I could tell he was tired. He stopped and then went limp on top of me, his forehead digging into the sand beside my head. I weakly flipped us back over again and started kissing his neck gently, gently enough that I didn't loose my breath. Pan's hands secured me against him as I pressed more kisses to his neck. After a while I sat up, still panting. He sat up too, moving me so that I sat on his thighs. Our foreheads were pressed together and our panting breaths mixed. Pan crossed his legs under me and I slumped down against his chest, my cheek on his shoulder. His arms went around my waist.

Eventually I caught my breath. I sat up and put my forehead against his again. "Well..." I said, bored, "This was pretty fun." He chuckled and pressed a small kiss to my lips. And then another one. And then another, and I didn't let him escape this one. I made it slow so we wouldn't have to break away. He lay down and my legs straddled his waist. His hands traveled along to the bottom of my shirt and his fingertips brushed my skin. One hand slowly went up my shirt and the other slipped down to my thigh. My hands went to his chest and lightly slid over it. He shivered, but didn't stop kissing me. His stopped moving his hand up the back of my shirt once the fabric of my tank-top reached his wrist. He was a couple of inches from the bottom of my sports bra, so I wasn't really worried. We kissed like that for at least an hour, but eventually I had to wake up. Pan stopped us and promised me we could continue once I woke up. I pouted but let myself to wake up.

When I woke up, Pan told me there was still a couple of hours until the sun came up. Then he grinned and rolled on top of me, kissing me silly. When the sun finally came up I pushed him off of me to catch my breath and sat up. Pan sat up beside me and struggled to catch his breath as well.

"That was fun," I said and looked at him, laughing a bit. "I mean, a little."

He smirked and went to kiss me again but I put my hands up to stop him and climbed off the mattress. "We need to go, Pan. They'll get suspicious."

He chuckled and came to me, placing a kiss on my lips. "Fine. Be that way."

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the tent and to a log by the fire. Pan didn't follow.