•Mind Games • peter pan and Wendy darling

Pan

Pan- come on boys!
I yelled into the air and the boys came running.
Pan- seems our new visitor doesn't want to follow my rules. So let's play a game.
I smirked and instructed the boys,
Pan- DONT LET HER LEAVE. 
boys- how do we get her back here ?
Pan- DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CARE, I WANT HER ALIVE THATS ALL.
And the boys ran off.
Pan- stupid. Stupid. Girl.
I wandered the island, watching the boat which sailed towards the shore.
I knew where she was, it's my island she can't hide, but she's just a part in my puzzle and I always get what I want.
Pan- BOYS TIC TOK HURRY GETTING THAT BITCH.
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( Wendy's pov)

Me - Bitch. Really you couldn't have been kinder.
Pan- umm finally you've arrived.
He turned to face me, I couldn't run anymore.
This time I knew pan, his past, his weakness.
Me- you were expecting me?
Pan- umm really you don't know everything, hah how funny.
And he chuckled, I watched his lips move and I bit my bottom lip slightly,
Pan- don't bit your lip.
He spoke directly, looking straight at my mouth.
Pan- why'd you come back?
Me- if I had stayed would you have let me live ?
Pan- don't be silly.. they wouldn't have killed you.
Me- oh yes silly me.
And with that word I threw the dagger towards pans chest it caught him off guard but he caught the dagger, and he looked furious, before I could notice what had happened, he had me pinned against A tree, he held me there with one hand on my waist on the the other was stroking my bottom lip,
Pan- your very beautiful, might I say.
He went closer, the smell of peppermint, fanned my face.
I gulped, and as he got closer my breathing quickened, he smirked at this
Pan- darling. Are you okay?
I stood here, I could feel his warm fingers running lines on my trousers,
Me- get off me
Pan just pushed harder, I could feel the weight of his body against me now,
Pan- you want me off, you want me to leave you alone, you never want my hands on your body again, My lips latching to your neck, tell me you don't want me to have you and I'll leave you.
I could barley breath, "beat him at his own game" I thought. And with one final thought, I attached our lips, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up.  I scraped my hands down his back, he sucked aggressively on my neck, and I let out a moan, he pushed my back against the tree harder, he pulled them hem of my shirt and grabbed my bra, he kissed me hard
Boy- hey— umma
And that snapped us both out of it and he dropped me, barley standing, he walked to the boy shouting something at him, but I couldn't make it out,
As he walked off he looked back at me and laughed, oh god ! What did I just do?