Ravenna

A month, I had to spend a month in bed while my insides and stitches heal.

Regina and Emma graciously let us stay in their home until Peter , My father, and I found a place to stay. Peter looks sickly, checks on me every ten minutes if he or my father is not with me. Being shot may have been the best thing I have ever experienced.

While I was in bed, Peter would tell me stories about myself, about how Emilie was. Introverted, afraid to hurt. He said it was the most beautiful innocence he had ever seen in his life. Even though I don't remember my former self, I'm glad I didn't have the burden of keeping that life.

That pirate, Killian, was going to use me as bait to lure Thomas and Peter to give up Neverland so that Hades could have it. Peter talked about his brother Thomas and how my mother saved him and his brother, from being executed by his father.

Both Thomas and Peter fell in love with the same girl at that time, but she was the daughter of the man who killed their mother. That's when mother came in. Peter told me that she heard their cries for help and rescued them. Over the years, they started to forget which one was the older brother, who was the ruler. So they decided they were both the older brother.

That they would share a land, together under my mother and fathers rule.

One night, two weeks after I was released from the hospital. My father and Peter came into my room. Peter's face was all beaten and bloody. While my fathers knuckles were beaten and bloody.

That's when Peter told me that he was basically stalking me since I was two, when he found me. Waiting for the correct moment to take me home to Neverland and make his move.

He then told me he kidnapped me, and bathed me and such. My father looked nauseas at the thought of Peter seeing me naked. But I could tell in Peter's eyes he only meant to do good. No matter the lustful thoughts that went through his head. He told me about how he cut my hair and how Thomas was suppose to be with me and not him.

He said he tried to undo it , but said he developed a sense of protection over me. That he couldn't hurt me, ever. He knew I got attached to him.
I think my father finally saw him as a true man of character that day.
He lightened up to him.
He still thinks Peter is cursed , but has grown attached to him.

"Alright Raven. Its past noon wake up." My father said nudging my shoulder waking me up.

The room I stayed in was white, all the furniture was white except the full bed, which was jet black and extremely comfortable.

I groaned, sitting up slowly. Its been two days since I got the stitched out but I wanted to be cautious,
"Why do you have to wake me up? What did I ever do to you?"

Dad laughed, yeah I'm comfortable calling him dad, "Don't be smartass with me. Let's go out for a walk just the two of us, it'll be good for you."

I rubbed my eyes, cracking my neck. Watching my father look away on disgust. He hates when I do that,
"Isn't it raining, we can stay inside and watch a movie."

"Well lucky for us, I just bought a 2.99 dollar umbrella, that can fit a family of four under it. C'mon."

Five minutes later, I put on a pair of jeans and a Forrest green shirt. I slid on some ballet flats and put a beige trench coat around myself and locked arms with my father proceeding out the door with our overly large umbrella with rainbows covering it.

On the walk dad told me stories about mother, how if she could leave this world and come to this one she could. How only she and I have golden blood. But in the midst of all the stories he would tell me I would just fade away. I would look at my fathers slicked back long blonde hair and how he smelled like Nautica Voyage.
I can see why my mother loved him,
because he was a gentleman.

"So, where's Peter?" I asked bluntly.

Dad scoffed rolling his eyes,
"I believe he's at the library. Trying to find a way back to Neverland without magic I suppose. Don't worry your boyfriend is safe."

"He's not my boyfriend Dad."

He smiles so happily every time I call him dad,
"I seriously will never get over you calling me dad. But you're right, you're too young to have a boyfriend and far too radiant."

"I didnt say that. What if he asks me out?"

"Then I come on the date too."

My mouth gaped open, with a smile plastered across my face,
"No you won't! I have never been on a date before, you're not allowed to spoil it."

He looked at me squinting his eyes with a smirk across his face, "Miss Ravenna, I will think about it."

"Think about what? Dad don't."

"What? I'm not doing anything!"

"Whatever." I said rolling my eyes.

Dad groaned, "Teenagers. So stubborn."

After a hour of walking in the pouring rain we returned back to the manor.
Regina and Emma weren't home, they were in Oz with the rest of their friends trying to find how to regain StoryBrookes magic, they took the last magic bean that we declined to go there. Hopefully they'll find something. Leaving the three of us the only ones left to protect Storybrooke.

When we walked in Peter was sitting at a table with a bunch of books scattered around him.
He seemed really stressed lately.
I'm mainly the cause of it.

Dad went upstairs, as I took my trench coat off and put it on the coat rack.

I crossed my arms walking over to Peter, "Hey."

He looked up at me, sighing,
"Hey, are you feeling better?"

I nodded. I walked closer to him, wrapping my arms around his head pulling him into my stomach as he wrapped his arms around me,
"I don't want you stressed Peter. What can I do to help?"

Peter let go of me and stood up.
Our faces so close to each other.
He hasn't kissed me since Neverland. So I was kind of nervous.

He looked down at me caressing my neck, "I want a normal life.. with you,"

Peters hands gripped at my legs, pulling me up making my legs wrap around him, he then sat me on the table with my legs spread out with him in between them. I could feel the hardness between me. His hands rested on either side of me as my hands are wrapped around his neck,

"You're so perfect."

I couldn't help the urge anymore.
I grabbed his face with both of my hands and kissed him. His kisses were long and slow. His tongue penetrated my mouth, with every ounce of him wanting to go deeper. His hands made its way under my shirt, but I didn't care. I like how he touched me.

He laid me down on the table, on top of all of the books. He sucked underneath my neck, I could feel the hickey growing.
His hands teased over the front of my jeans, as he sucked harder.
He moved his fingers in circles over my jeans, every time a moan would escape my mouth he'd kiss me, to make me quiet. Then he would moan into the kiss.

Footsteps started coming from the staircase. Dad.

Peter lifted me up, and got me off the table, "Sit in a chair!" He whispered.
He then sat down at the head chair while I sat on the side next to him.

"So," Peter said motioning for me to cover my neck with my hand, and I did quickly, "Then I went to this crazy hut and-"

"What are you guys doing?" Dad asked looking around at all of the books. Then at us two.

"I was telling her a story about how I set a hut on fire with a rock and a piece of metal." Peter said cocking his eyebrow.

Peter was prepared for any situation.

Dad walked over to the kitchen, which is a added room, "Not the sharpest tool in the shed, are you Peter?"

Peter laughed, looking at me and winking, "No. But I know who is."

I muttered the word 'Kissass' to him.

And he muttered back 'Smartass', with a dumb grin across his face.