The Dark Days

Twenty-Two.

"Uh, dare," I say as if it's obvious. "Duh."

Peter smiles. "I should've known." He thinks for a moment. "I dare you to..."

We've been playing Truth or Dare for about three hours. We're running out of Dares.

"Can you pick Truth instead?" he whines.

"No."

"But I've run out of ideas."

"Persuade me," I say quietly, my fingers brushing his jaw. He shivers once and then pounces on me, knocking me onto my back. His arms pin my wrists above my head. His eyes flicker down to my neck and he leans down, his lips running over the length of it and making me shiver with pleasure. I feel him smirk against my jaw and he begins to lay small kisses against my skin. "You're not doing a very good job persuading me," I whisper breathlessly, my eyes squeezed shut. "You're just making me breathless."

Peter releases my wrists and sits up, leaning back onto my thighs. I sit up with him, his hand coming up and his fingers stroking my face. "So... how can I persuade you?" he asks, a sly smile on his face and a mischievous glint in his eye.

I think for a second, pursing my lips and looking away from him. Peter's eyes are on my lips as I crack my neck a couple of times. "I don't know," I say finally. "You're usually the expert when it comes to persuasion. A master, actually. I should take lessons from you."

Peter studies me for a moment - my face, my hair, my neck, my necklace, my chest, my rather flat stomach, the hem of my underwear. Then he looks back into my eyes. "I think I have an idea," he says, laying me back down and hovering an inch from my face. Peter kisses me softly once and then pulls back, then he kisses the corner of my mouth. Then my chin. My hands curl into his hair. Then my jaw. I tug on the roots of his hair, pulling him closer, closer, closer. And then he continues down. Down my neck, down my chest, down my stomach to to the hem of my underwear, where he stops going down and trails back up. He gets to my lips and pauses, looking into my hungry and lustful eyes, and then smirks. "Have I persuaded you yet?" he whispers, his lips brushing mine as he speaks. I crash my lips against his, my hands gripping his hair even tighter as his hands roam my back and my neck. After a moment I pull away so I can catch my breath. "I'll take that as a yes," Peter says breathlessly. I can't help smiling and my head falls back against the bed.

"Goodness, Peter Pan," I say, panting. "I'm in love with you."

"You're in love with me?"

"I'm in love with you."

Peter kisses my neck, making me look up. "Now for my Truth question," he says, sitting up and climbing off of me. I sit up as well and cross my legs underneath me.

Peter stares into my eyes with a serious look. He grips my hands and squeezes them gently. "Kasey Trevers," Peter says gently, yet strongly, "do you love me?"

For a second I can only stare. Is he seriously questioning my love for him? Then I begin to laugh. I laugh for a little while and then look deeply into his eyes. "No, Peter, I don't love you, I never have. I'm only using you to get your power."

Peter's eyes are blank, as is his expression. Then they fill with sadness and hurt, betrayal and anger. I can't help laughing at the stunned expression on his face. "I'm just kidding, Peter, of course I love you!" I say, and laugh again when I hear him exhale loudly. "Honestly, you're so gullible. It's adorable." I chuckle again and then lean forward, getting on my knees and wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. "I could never not love you." Peter sighs and wraps his arms around me, burying his face into my neck. I can feel a few tears drip onto my shoulder and can't help smiling.

"Peter Pan," I say, "I love you. I love you to the moon and back. Hell, I love you to the end of the universe and back. And that will never change. You are my Kryptonite, my drug. I'm addicted to you, just as you're so addicted to me. I can't go a single day without the feel of your hands on my waist, or your kisses on my skin, or your beautiful hair between my fingers. You are the one thing keeping me alive in this world. I can't imagine a single world without you - and if there was one, I wouldn't be there for very long. You have my heart in your hands, my soul wrapped around you like a quilt, my love in your every movement. I love the way you walk, the way you walk, the way you touch me, the way you hold me, the way you kiss me, the way you look at me - as if I am the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, as if I am a goddess. And that's how I feel when I'm with you - a goddess. It gives me goosebumps, and I love it with all of my being. I love it as much as I love kissing you and holding you and running my fingers all over you like you're mine. Because you are. You're mine, and I'm yours. You can do whatever you want to me, and I am powerless to stop you. You kiss me like the world is about to end, touch me like you'll never have enough time to memorize me, hold me like you'll never let go, no matter what happens. Like I'm welded to you and you're welded to me. I love you; Peter, words can't even describe it. I love you more than I love myself. I care for you more than I care for myself. I care for your health and safety above my own, no matter how bad I may seem. If you were to die before me, I would surely join you in less time than it takes to get wherever we're going. I can't tell you how much I love you, nor can I show you, but I can at least describe the slightest part of it with both words and actions. I love you. Don't ever doubt that, Peter. Don't you dare ever doubt that. I promise to always love you, no matter how evil you may become, and I always keep my promises. Always. Don't ever think otherwise - I might just have to slap some sense into you."

Peter raises his head and his eyes meet mine. His eyes are soft and full of love and relief and tears. He kisses me deeply, softly and passionately. I smile against his lips as he lays down underneath me and holds my body as close to him as he can.

"I love you Peter Pan," I whisper.

"I love you, too, Kasey Trevers. Forever."

I smile and lay my head against his chest. I fall asleep to the occasional thump in Peter's chest.

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