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"Your secret hideaway?" I gasped.
He chuckled, "I know it's not much-"
"Nonsense, it's lovely." I walked closer to the drawings and realised they were the lost boys. I picked one up of Frankie, "Your really talented, Tom."
He ran his hand through his hair, "I wouldn't say that, I've just had a lot of practice over the past couple of years."
I almost jumped, "Couple of years?"
He seemed just as bamboozled as I, "I've been gone for a few years now, haven't I? Wait, how long has it been since I left home?"
I furrowed my brows, "A year. The day I came here was exactly a year after you left."
He shook his head, "That can't be true. I've been here much longer. I assumed you looked young for your age."
"I promise you it's only been a year. Maybe time moves slower here?"
"I guess. It's the only possible explanation."
I took a step closer to him, "I'm sorry you had to be here for so long. It must have been lonely."
He wrapped his arms around my waist, "this is my home. I am happy here. You don't blame yourself, do you? It's not your fault I was taken that night."
I lied, "I knew it wasn't my fault... I just missed you while you were gone."
"I missed you more. So, how about he finish what we started in the shed?" He smiled.
Our lips met again. He pinned me against the wall of the cave and kissed me with such a hunger, breaking the sexual tension that had been building up for hours. He spread my legs and pressed his body between them.
"Do you have any idea how badly I've wanted to do this?" he asked before nudging his head into the crook of my neck, sucking on the skin beneath my ear. I rested my hands flat against his muscled back but remained still. He began to suck harder.
"Touch me, Aurora," he almost demanded against my skin.
"I am." I did have my hands on his back, didn't I?
He licked my neck before pulling away to look at me. He shook his head, staring at me intensely. The look in his eyes sent chills down my spine.
"Not like that," he explained as he pulled away from me, taking a step back. He was out of reach, and I felt myself missing his touch, "Touch me. Touch me or so help me god I won't touch you."
My eyes widened at his words. I walked the short distance over to him and jumped on to him, so my legs were around his waist. I unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt and slid my hand beneath the tinted fabric. His muscles tensed as I ran my hands over his collarbones and pecks. He let out a shaky breath as I placed a kiss onto his neck.
The newfound exposure of his chest allowed my eyes to roam the unfamiliar skin. It was covered in scratches and bruises. I couldn't help but wonder all the trouble he must have gotten himself into the past couple of years without me.
"You have a lot of scratches," I noted. He nodded his head in agreement before grabbing my hips and pressing them to his, "I must admit, they're quite the turn on."
He let out a loud moan before rolling his hips into mine. It was an odd feeling. I think for both of us; we were acting like reckless hormonal teenagers without a care in the world. As if we were back home on a Friday night after a coming back from a wild party or something. My head rolled back as he continued the pleasurable action.
"Thomas," I moaned as he began sucking on my neck again. He backed us up until my back was pressed against the wall again.
"You're so beautiful, sweet pea." His lips found their way to mine. I tangled my fingers in his light curls, pushing his head closer to me. This continued until Thomas's lips began moving slower against my own before stopping altogether: his lustful gaze burning through me.
"Don't look at me like that! I can see what's going through your mind."
"Mind telling me what you see?" He asked.
I looked up at him dubiously. "As if you don't already know."
He chuckled, flicking his tongue over his lips. "You know, that's not the only thing on my mind, Aurora." He said, "I think about other stuff too."
"Oh really? Like what?" I asked, "And you can't say your training because that's a given."
"Okay, well for starters, I think about how cute you are when you're trying to be mad but you actually just wanna smile, or how beautiful your laugh is, even when you snort."
I gasped. "I don't snort." I said, trying to defend myself even though we both knew it was a lie.
He laughed. "It's okay, it's actually quite charming."
I looked down as I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks, "Oh my gosh, can we just talk about something else?"
He smile got wider, "Maybe we should stop talking entirely."
He held me in his arms, squeezing my firm behind as I dug my fingers into his hair tugging it softly from the roots. I stopped straddling him once we got to the pile of blankets on the floor. It was softer than it looked. He placed me on his lap so that I was straddling him again as we kissed fervently, our hands never leaving each other's bodies.
I pulled away for a second, but only to remove my woolly jumper which was keeping me from skin on skin contact with Tom. As I was taking it off, he took it as an opportunity to take of his t-shirt off entirely as well, exposing his body as well. We were both finally left in our undergarments. He stopped kissing me for a moment and looked at my bra briefly, noticing his interest, I lifted his chin to my face. He looked up at me with lust in his eyes and a smile on his lips, he pressed his lips back to mine and placed his hands on my breasts.
By now I could feel his large erection poking at me through his boxers, resting comfortable against my lower hips. I ran my hands down his body, admiring his every crevice, and when I touched the hem of his boxers, making him gasp slightly. Over his boxers, I grabbed his shaft, slowly rubbing it to the same rhythm I had been moving my hips to previously.
"Mmm." He moaned into the kiss and as I sped up the movements, I could feel him throbbing beneath my hand.
"Fuck...Aurora...", He groaned as he trailed the kisses down my neck and to my chest, kissing all over my cleavage, causing the rhythm I was rubbing him with to become erratic as pleasure overtook me. I grabbed his head, holding it down as his tongue worked magic on my chest, I knew that by now needed him, longing for the real thing.
"You are so fucking beautiful." He said as he kissed from my cleavage up to my collarbones, now running a hand down my torso, leaving goosebumps everywhere he touched. He reached the hem of my underwear and slowly slid them down my legs. The rest of my clothes disappeared under the blankets and were followed soon after by his own. He took off his briefs, mindlessly swatting them to the floor. He was hovering over me now.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and waiting for him to enter.
"Aurora, look at me." Thomas said, his voice low and his breath fanning my face, "I want to see the look in your eyes as it happens."
My eyes opened immediately, but mostly from the shock of his words. We locked eyes and then I felt him pushing in and I gasped, holding my breath as he slowly slid his length into me. He pushed in a little bit more and then stopped as I inhaled a sharp breath. I felt like I was on cloud nine.
"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" He asked.
I immediately shook my head, it was was definitely more comfortable than the first time, "No, I'm fine," I said, "Just keep going."
He eyed me for another second before pulling out slowly, the movements getting smoother. He pushed in again and this time it was not as uncomfortable as the first, allowing him to slide in a little easier. He slid out quickly, causing me to gasp loudly as my hands flung to his back, my fingers digging into his skin.
He smiled at my reaction, entering me faster this time, the tension still there, but the uncomfortable feeling being replaced by one of pleasure and my head rolled back as my fingers dug deeper into his strong back. The feeling of his toned body atop mine and his length was driving me crazy all on its own, but then he began to talk and I thought I was going to melt from his raspy, seductive voice.
"You're so beautiful right now," He said, "Everything about you." My breathing grew erratic as I moaned softly. He was speeding up. He had one hand on the make do bed, holding himself up, and the other me below as he fucked me passionately. I had never felt so much pleasure at one time.
I leaned up and brought my lips to his, needing something to distract myself from the intensity of what he was doing to me. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip before slipping it inside my mouth, making sweet music with my own. I rolled my hips as he thrusted inside of me, his thrusts growing deeper, but not faster. He did them slow enough that I could feel every inch entering me and feeding me constant ache for him. I moaned his name into his mouth and he bit my lip, tugging it lightly.
"Say my name again." I opened my eyes to see him looking directly at me, his eyes consumed by urge and desire, just the way his body was.
"Fuck, Thomas don't stop." I whispered, trying to focus on my breathing, but it was getting progressively raspier as we continued. And as I said those words, my whole body shook in orgasm and I was left lying on the bed, completely breathless. A few more pumps from him and he finished too.
Instead of moving off me, he laid on top of me. His head wedged between my neck and shoulder and his arms under my back. I stroked his hair as we both remained there, breathless. The sound of the waterfall nearby filling the silence; small smiles on our faces from the pure ecstasy of the moment. My chin rested on his head, but then he lifted himself up; a twinge of regret on his face.
Before he could say anything I spoke gently, "Thomas, let us have tonight. I don't want to talk about tomorrow and ruin this moment. Please just let us have this moment."
He reluctantly nodded and then laid down beside me, his arm around my stomach.
I nuzzled into his chest, "Goodnight, Thomas."
His breath tickled my face as he spoke, "Sweet dreams, my love."
Ever so slowly, I close my eyes. Fully exhausted and satisfied. And the warm fuzzyness take over as I drift to sleep.
Is this what it's like to drown?
I'm back, but gone again.
I take a last look at the sky, as if it was my last breath, slowly. 'Twas morning yet now I see a sky full of stars. Maybe my mind is playing tricks. Expectant of air, but water goes into my lungs and then I'm reminded I'm under water. I let the air out molecule by molecule, realizing for the first time how precious it is, this thing that feels so much like nothing, neither liquid nor solid.
I see several woman floating above me. Strands of golden and crimson hair wave hello. She's swimming closer. An angel? My mind playing tricks once again. Oh dear... she had a tail. A mermaid!
I don't dare to close my eyes; fully aware I won't be opening them again. The world goes cool and green and I keep falling. There are shapes in the darkness, fronds of river weed waving, dark indescribable things that float and then sink with you. I feel heavy, but weightless at once. The air leaks out of me in spite of my mightiest attempts to hold it. I need more but there is none. Leafy things flail. The water's coolness is no longer soothing.
An involuntary gasp escapes my lips, forming bubbles which dance around the red branches around me. I remember I'm bleeding. Water rushes into my lungs and floods them. I thrash. I panic. I cry.
I want more than anything to live, to be able to rise again, but I keep falling. The ocean is bottomless. The current tugs and turns, but it won't let me to the surface. My eyes are wide open, but slowly everything goes black. I move with the water and through it. I have left my body far behind. The ocean has become a part of me.
I wake up gasping for air. I feel an arm around me and turn to see Thomas sleeping peacefully. This recurring dream began stirring a trouble in my stomach. My mind kept wandering to that feeling.
That feeling... A weird part of me relished the feeling of dying. I don't want to die, but it felt peaceful to be nothing for a moment. If that's what death is, then I'm not so scared of it anymore.
I move Tom's arm off of me to not wake him up. Knowing fully well both of us didn't get much sleep last night. Before I knew it, my clothes were back on and I was wandering the woods.
It was early morning. I didn't know where I was going, but there was an instinctual part of me that wasn't conscience enough to tell me where to go, but it did tell me how to get there. I kept stumbling over roots and twigs. This feeling inside of me, it wasn't a gut feeling, but more of a gravitational pull. I ended up going up a hillside area. Finally climbing up, I gasp.
"Felix? What are you doing?" A part of me already knowing.
He groaned as he stood there. Watching the sunset on the edge of the cliff, "Go away." His voice laced with dismay and defeat.
I took a step closer and he screamed, "Not another step closer or I'll jump."
"Please don't-"
He whispered to himself, "I'm going back home. I'm going to wake up and be home again."
"And your willing to take the risk?" I continued.
Felix laughed meekly, but I couldn't hear, "Yes!" he shouted.
I felt as if time was suddenly relevant. Time was running out, now. Time decided if Felix stayed in Neverland, or if his fate in the ocean was unbeknownst to the rest of us.
"Don't," I warned.
"Don't tell me what to do," he drawled his words out amongst the chaos of the tide, "don't you see? I want this more than I've wanted anything. I've been on this island for almost 600 years. I'm ready to go home! I'm ready to be free!"
"You won't go home, Felix. Are you mad!" There was evident panic in my tone.
"Maybe!" He shouts back.
I knew how he felt, maybe I could use that to my advantage, "Felix, I know the ocean might be tempting, but trust me. The deeper you fall, the worst things will get."
"It can't be as worse as this." He weakly scoffed, "You don't even sound like her. Or look, or act like her. Why does she have to suffer when she can take your place?" He seemed to be talking to himself at this point.
"Who's she?"
He responds to my question with sobs. As if thinking about 'her' was paining him.
I didn't know who he was on about, but I had to be careful with what I said next. "Peter needs you. I know that your alone and unhappy, but trust me when I say this isn't the right answer."
He took a step closer to the edge, "Please leave. I need to be alone. I want to do this alone."
"Being a lost boy doesn't mean you're alone. It means you part of a group of people who understand you. The lost boys rely on you, don't let them down." On instinct, I took a step closer to him, "You don't have to be hurt anymore." I pulled out my hand, "You don't want to be alone, I would know. Just take my hand."
His eyes were red and his cheeks where burdened with dry tears. He clearly contemplated my speech, but he looked at the heavens and begged:
"Wendy, I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise. Why'd you love him? It should've been me..." Then he turned around to face me, "You are not the first girl to set foot on Neverland. Because of what you did for Marcus and only for what you did for Marcus, I'm giving you some advice. Listen if you want to survive. Do what he says. No matter what he asks, do it. He will kill you without second thought otherwise. Wendy payed the price, don't let that be you."
He jumped.
All rational thoughts vanished as I jumped after him. My body colliding with the water. I relive my nightmares. Squinting, I see Felix falling deeper within the dark abyss; streaks of red following his body.
Did I dream his death?
I didn't have time to question it further as I tried to swim closer to his body. He was too far that I was certain he didn't even see me. I was running out of air. The more I swam closer to him; the further he gets. When he reached the ocean floor, he begins to panic & thrash and I try to reach out for his body. Bubbles growing on the branches of blood that surrounds him. Once I reach him, he is unconscious. I gasp for air only to be stricken with water in my lungs. My head grows lighter and I try to shake Felix out of his sleep. Terror takes a toll when he parts his lips and the last few bubbles escape his mouth.
He's dead.
My vision grows foggy and I attempt to pull us up to the surface. My frail legs flopping in the water. Unconsciousness seizes me. My eyes are wide open, but slowly everything goes black again. For the third time, I move with the water and through it. I have left my body far behind. The ocean has become a part of me.