Finding Neverland // Peter Pan X Reader (editing)

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Why do things have to complicate themselves? I was happy last night, happy that morning..until he left. Is that my only spark? Since when did my happiness depend on a boy? Especially that boy? 

I love you

I love you

I love you

Do we? I know I care for him, he means a lot to me but if what I feel is love then why does a certain blonde come to my mind along with swarming thoughts about Pan? What's wrong with me...

''What happened?'' I dropped the knife I was holding, startled by his voice. His body was so close, I could feel the heat covering me like a blanket. He is not supposed to be here.

My heart picked up a new pace, hitting my rib cage so hard it caused me to gasp for some air, that's when I realized I'd stopped breathing. 

I watched his hand putting the knife on the table, his hot breath lingering on my exposed neck. He is not supposed to be here. 

''I felt like I had to see you,'' I turned around slowly, why is he so close?! His icy finger lifted up my chin daring me to look into his dark, haunting eyes. ''Tell me, why did I feel the need to be with you? Are you hurt?'' His eyes trailed over me in a heartbeat searching for something out of place, but I know he saw everything, he's just waiting for me to say it myself.

''I'm alright.''

His jaw clenched tightly while he furrowed his eyebrows at me. ''Well?''

I removed his hand from my face slowly, his eyes not leaving mine. What am I supposed to say? Hey, sweetie, we just shared 'I love yous'', but I might have fallen for your best friend too?

''Well, what?'' 

He exhaled shakily, I could see he was trying to control his anger. ''I'll ask again and you better answer truthfully.''

Was that a threat?

''What do you want Peter? I have to prepare food, we can talk later,'' I tried moving away from him but he caught my face in his hand holding me tightly, while his other hand gripped my waist with as much force as my face. His red eyes stared down at me making me shake slightly.

''What. happened.'' 

Shit.

''Let me go...'' His lips twitched upwards into his demonic smirk, his hand slid from my face to the back of my head, clenching around my hair.

What the hell!  

Painful gasp left my lips as he tugged it hard, my neck falling back slightly to ease the pain. What is that idiot doing! 

Hot breath fan over my exposed skin, tingling with a weird feeling, I could feel my heart beating against my chest, almost bursting out when his lips pressed upon my neck, kissing that spot sweetly. Damn you, why does that feel good...

''W-what are you doing?'' He silenced my whisper with a growl against my neck, followed by his hips colliding with mine. 

Small gasp left me in response as a very strange sensation spread through my whole body, strange but sinfully satisfying.

My eyes closed slowly nothing on my mind but just how good his soft lips felt on my neck. 

''Mum?'' My eyes shot open, landing on confused Micheal by the door. 

I could feel Peter smirking while his head was buried in my neck. I pushed him back weakly, still shaken up, he released my hair but his hand stayed gripping my waist. 

''Yes, Micheal?'' He asked the little boy not moving away from me. Micheal glanced at me not knowing what to do, I smiled as well as I could and tried my best to push Peter away from me. No child needs to see their mother pressed against a table by anyone.

To my surprise he stepped back, leaving my body aching for him. He knows what I feel. 

''Well, I'm not needed here, am I?'' He winked at me before walking out of the tent, ruffling Micheal's hair on the way.

I sighed out deeply, waiting for Micheal to speak up. 

Damn you Peter.