Gwen walked back with Tristan towards camp after their swimming lesson, the sound of Tristan happily humming filling the air. He floated without the help of Gwen and his laps across the lake were becoming more fluid. He was definitely improving and he's had a smile on his face ever since Gwen had told him so. The boy was always eager to hear feedback and having Gwen praise him whenever he did something right, always put him in a good mood.

"Do you think I'll be able to swim in the ocean with the others next time?" He asked hopefully once they finally reached camp, walking alongside Gwen with his small hand wrapped around her bigger one.

"Maybe, if you do just as well in our next lesson then yes, I think so." She smiled down at him and he did this sort of jump in excitement before he released her hand.

"Oh I will! Just you see Gwen!" He called before running off to follow a group of boys that looked like they were playing a game of tag. Gwen grinned at his retreating figure, shaking her head as she walked towards her hut. Her eyes swept over all the passing boys and she noticed Peter a few feet away, sitting on a log beside Earl. He was looking down at the ground but as if feeling Gwen's gaze, he looked up at her with a stormy look in his eye. Gwen faltered at the anger she could clearly see portrayed over his face and quickly looked away. She knew Peter didn't like her but he seemed so hostile towards her. He hadn't been that way before she left him and Harry to talk and she wondered what is was they spoke about. Whatever it was, she had a feeling that it upset Peter.

Thinking of hers and Harry's short encounter before Peter showed up, her cheeks flushed at the reminder of what she had been just about to do to him. She was going to touch him, touch a boy for the first time and admittedly, she was disappointed that they had been interrupted. She wanted to make him feel good and she still did, which was why she glanced around camp again in hopes that she would spot Harry. But he was no where in sight.

It had to have been over an hour since she'd left him in the forest with Peter and she wondered when he'd come back. She wanted to see him again, so she decided to  head to her hut where she'd wait for him to return. Once she was inside, she laid atop her bed and braided three bamboo strips to pass the time. She'd already made four of them by the time the sun had long ago set and she was quickly becoming tired of it. Tossing the four strips off to the side, she sighed and sat back up. The room was darker due to the loss of light and her stomach was growling in hunger. She thought about going out to go scavenge the camp for food but she didn't want to miss Harry if he happened to stop by her hut. Maybe he's already out there, she thought to herself and stood up from the possibility.

Walking back out of her hut, her eyes adjusted to the darkness that now surrounded her. The camp had quieted from earlier and she looked around to see some of the lost boys sitting on the ground and calmly conversing. They glanced up at her as she passed and she was surprised to see them smile at her. She paused momentarily in shock then returned their smiles, sheepishly waving to them before continuing her way to the center of camp. When she got there, she noticed Will, Earl, Tristan, and two other lost boys sitting around a campfire but there was no sign of Harry.

Still, she went up to the group gathered around the fire and plopped herself on the floor beside Tristan. He looked up at her, smiling and immediately pushing the leaves in front of him that held half of a cooked fish. "Will cooked it." He told her, thinking that she might not eat it if she thought he had been the one to cook it. Though Gwen still would have. She wouldn't want to hurt Tristan's feelings.

"Are you not going to eat it?" She asked him, lightly running her fingers through the back of his hair in affection. He leant into the crook of her arm and rested his head on her shoulder.

"I ate already. You can have it." He yawned and Gwen grinned down at him, reaching for the fish he had pushed towards her. She took small bites, trying to ignore the taste of the sea that still lingered. She held her breath when it became too much, quickly finishing off the last of the fish and scrunching her nose once she was done. There was a bowl of water in front of her and she reached for it, swallowing some of it down before swishing it around her mouth. She spat it back out off to the side and mentally told herself to grab a dab of the coconut butter to swish around her mouth as well when she got back to her hut.

"Gwen?"

"Hm?" She looked down at Tristan, finding him staring at the fire in front of them with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Do you ever wish to go home?"

His question took her off guard and she pursed her lips, unsure how she should answer his question. The truth was, in the beginning she had wished to go home but now that she'd spent some time here, she didn't think about home too often. Sure she thought of her parents and friends at least once a day to keep from forgetting, but the more time she spent with Harry and Tristan, the less she missed England.

"Sometimes." She told him vaguely and he frowned, looking up at her with wide eyes.

"I-If you get to go home, will you?" He sounded so sad to her and the look he was giving Gwen was breaking her heart. She didn't have an answer for his question because for one, it seemed very unlikely that she'd ever find a way out of Neverland. And two; she hadn't thought of what she'd do if the opportunity came. Before she would of left at the first chance she got but things were different now. There was Harry.

"I would never leave you." She told him truthfully, resting her hand over his head as he snuggled up to her side and hugged her. Her response seemed to have satisfied him because he had a closed lip smile on his face.

"Good." He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning himself against Gwen to the point where she could feel all his weight on her.

"Are you tired?"

"Yes." He mumbled, rubbing his eye with the back of his fist.

"Come on, let's take you to bed." She lightly nudged him off of her, standing up and reaching down for him but he looked so drained. So she squatted in front of him and lifted him under his arms. He was a bit heavy and she exhaled in exert but she used a large amount of her strength to completely gather him in her arms. Immediately, Tristan folded his arms around her neck and wrapped his short legs around her waist. He laid his head on her shoulder, cuddling up to her while Gwen tucked her arms beneath him. She could feel eyes on her back and she briefly turned to see Will and Earl watching her with interest. She smiled at them and they returned it, but it disappeared quickly when Peter walked out from the trees off to the side. His gaze landed on Gwen instantly, eyebrows furrowing when he saw her carrying Tristan.

"I'm taking him to his hut. Where is it?" Gwen asked Will and he pointed to a hut that was three down from the one they were currently in front of.

"In there, he shares it with Jacob." Will responded and Gwen nodded, turning her back to them before trudging towards his hut. She knew the boys were staring at her and she assumed maybe they found it odd to see her carrying Tristan. She kept having to remind herself that these boys had been away from home for years now and they probably don't remember what it's like to be taken care of. To be nurtured and showered with affection. They haven't had a mother figure in so long that seeing her simply holding Tristan was strange to them. It made Gwen sad when she thought about it.

She reached Tristan's hut in no time and carefully pushed the door open with her foot. When she stepped in, she saw that there were too single beds leaning against opposite sides of the wall. Above the one on the left, was the name Jake carved into the wooden wall and Gwen moved to the only other free bed open. Assuming it were Tristan's, she gently laid him on top of it and reached for the leaved blanket gathered at the bottom. Tristan looked like he was half asleep with his eyes half lidded, fluttering like he was fighting to stay awake. He shifted on the bed as Gwen pulled the blanket over him up to his mid chest as Tristan yawned. He opened his eyes when Gwen tucked him in, smiling when she leant down and kissed his forehead.

"Gwen?"

"Yes?"

"Is this what mums' do?"

Gwen blinked at him but she felt her chest constrict in pain. It broke her heart every time she was reminded of how Tristan never truly had a mother. She simply left him at an orphanage for others to take care of him. Maybe she had a good reason to do so but it still bothered Gwen. Especially the fact that she'd told Tristan she'd come back for him, yet never did. She despised liars.

"Tuck you in?" He nodded. "Yes, its one of the many things they do."

"What else do they do?"

Gwen sat at the edge of his bed, leaning on one arm as she tilted her head in thought. "They read their children stories, they feed them, take care of them when they're sick, teach them new things like how to talk or how to read, they shower them with kisses, hugs, and just...love."

"D-does that mean you're my mum?" He asked her in a small voice, eyes closing tiredly. "You teach me to swim and you always make me feel better if I'm sad. A-and you tell me stories and give me hugs and kisses."

Gwen went quiet at his question and sensing her unsureness, Tristan opened his eyes. He stared at her, a small frown pulling at his lips when Gwen still hadn't responded. "Are you?"

"If you want me to be," she finally said while exhaling. "If that's what you'd like to think of me as, then you can Tristan."

"I will." He smiled and closed his eyes again. "Thank you Gwen."

"No problem, sweetheart." She leant over and kissed his forehead again before standing to her feet. "Goodnight, Tristan."

"N'ight, mum." She heard him mumble in a whisper. "I love you."

Her heart filled with so much love for the little boy and she smiled down at his form. "I love you too."

He hadn't responded to her after that but his mouth twitched into a small smile and Gwen turned her back to walk out of the hut. Only, she stopped abruptly when she saw Harry leaning against the door frame. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was watching her intensely, an unreadable look in his eye. Gwen didn't know what it was but it made her heart pick up speed and her skin raise with goosebumps.

She continued to walk out of the hut and Harry moved out of the way as she closed the door, stepping off to the side. "Hey." Gwen said once the door was closed, tucking her hair behind her ear. "How long were you standing there?"

"I saw you walk in with him." Harry told her, eyes flickering to the closed door. "I heard what you said to him. That was nice of you."

Gwen shrugged and clasped her hands in front of her. "I meant it."

Harry's lip twitched into a smile and he looked away briefly, staring off across camp as he bit down on his lip. He looked back at her a second later and nodded his head towards the other huts. "Come with me, I'd like to speak with you if that's alright."

"Is everything okay?" She asked hesitantly as she fell into step beside him. They were walking in the direction of Gwen's hut and as she turned to look up at Harry, she noticed how tense he seemed.

"Yes, I think. I just...I'd like to talk to you." He mumbled and lifted his hand to run his fingers through his hair.

"You were gone for quite a long time."

"I know." He sighed. "I was angry and wanted to be alone."

"You were angry? What for?" She asked curiously and Harry shook his head, lightly putting his hand to Gwen's shoulder when she nearly passed up her hut. She was too busy inspecting Harry's facial expressions to notice they had already reached it.

"I'll tell you inside." Harry mutters, pressing his hand to Gwen's lower back to guide her to her hut. They both walked up to it and Gwen pushed the door open, stepping inside with Harry following behind her. He closed the door, hooking the latch as Gwen went to sit atop her bed. She remembered that she needed to wash her mouth out so she reached for the coconut butter at her beside. Swiping her forefinger threw it, she then sucked her finger into her mouth and swished it around. Taking the last of the water that was in the bowl beside her bed, she used it to wash her mouth out before spitting into the bowl and mentally made a note to dump it later.

Adjusting herself on the bed she crossed her legs beneath her, tugging her gown as far as it would go over her thighs but it was no use. The gown was too short and honestly? She didn't think she cared if Harry stared. She kind of wanted him to.

"So why were you angry?" She asked once Harry began to pace the space in front of her. His hands were on his hips and he was staring down at the floor, lip between his teeth.

"Peter, is why." He spat angrily and shook his head. "He kept asking me questions that I don't have the answer to. And he shared that he isn't exactly fond of me spending time with you."

"I've noticed." Gwen sighed. "But what does it matter, Harry? Let him judge me if he likes."

"I just don't like that he seems to think he has a right to tell me what to do." He grumbled and paused. "He asked what I'd do if the pirates came back for you. He practically suggested I hand you over to them to avoid a war."

"Maybe you should," Gwen said honestly. The last thing she wanted was to come between the boys and Harry and if it meant giving herself up then she'd do it. She'd kill them herself before they got a chance to touch her anyways. "I don't want you and the boys to be in danger because of me."

"I'm not giving you up to them." Harry declared, his eyes staring down at Gwen firmly. "That's not even an option."

"I could protect myself, Harry. Maybe if I-,"

"No." Harry interrupted, turning to face Gwen with his gaze locked on hers. "You're out of your damn mind if you think I'd let you go."

The way he spoke those words made a shudder run down Gwen's back. She couldn't tell if he meant figuratively or literally, but either way it had done something to her. "Why do you care so much?"

Good question, Harry thought. He'd been asking himself the very same thing for hours now, ever since Peter left him wondering if he was in love with Gwen. He still didn't know if he was and he wasn't sure how to figure it out. "Because I like you. You know that." He told her quietly and bit down on his lip as he stared her in the eye. "I don't want to lose you."

Gwen fell silent at his words, not knowing what else to say. All she could do was stare at him as her heart sped up again, her stomach fluttering with butterflies. A smile began to grow on her lips and she stood from the bed, moving across the small space of the room until she was standing right in front of Harry. She cupped his face in her hands and lightly ran her thumb over his cheek while she stared into his emerald irises. "You won't lose me. I'm right here."

Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and sighed, bending his head until it rested against hers. "I'm afraid it won't be forever though."

"Don't think like that. I'm here as long as you'll have me." She clutched the back of his neck and leant up on her toes to lightly kiss his lips.

"I want you here for as long as I'm alive." Harry spoke honestly, his whispered words fanning against her lips. Harry might not be sure how deep his feelings went but he was positive that he wanted Gwen for however long he lived there on Neverland.

"Harry." Gwen spoke softly, surprised by his answer. She was terrible with words so she kissed him again, moving to wrap her arms around his neck to bring him closer down to her. Harry's hands slip to rest on her hips as she curled her body against his. She deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue over Harry's bottom lip. He happily granted her entrance and Gwen slipped her tongue inside, sensually moving it against Harry's. He groaned as the kiss grew more heated, his hands fisting the fabric of her gown that he wanted more than anything to rip off of her.

Gwen needed a breath of air so she pulled away, her pants filling the air as Harry immediately moved his kisses to her jugular as he held the side of her neck. Gwen's chest was heaving and her heart was slamming hard against her rib cage as Harry licked and nipped at her skin. She moaned quietly into the room, slipping her fingers into Harry's hair to push his face closer to her. His hand on her hip was steadily moving up her body and Gwen's mouth fell open in a silent whimper when Harry groped her breasts over the fabric of her gown. But she wanted and needed more.

"Harry," she whispered and clutched his hair tightly into her hand. "I-I," she moaned again when he licked the sensitive spot just below her ear.

"What do you want me to do, Gwen? I'll do anything." He spoke huskily into her neck.

"I want you." She answers without hesitation. She'd never been with a boy before but her body ached to be connected with Harry. Touching wouldn't satisfy her, not tonight at least. Right now, she wanted to feel all of him. She could only hope Harry wanted the same thing.

"You have me." He whispered, pressing light kisses all over her neck and up to her jaw.

"No," she moved her other hand down to his growing bulge and cupped it. "I want you."

Harry froze. He honestly did not expect her to mean that, but now that it was clarified that she did mean it, Harry was nervous. He was a damn virgin and he had no idea what to do when it came to sexual intercourse. He had zero experience and though most of him was beyond eager and excited to get on with it, there was a tiny part of him that doubted himself. What if she didn't like it? What if he hurt her? What if she thought he were small? Or worse, what if he couldn't satisfy her?

There were so many what ifs, but he cared for Gwen so deeply that he would give her whatever she wanted even if he was afraid. He'd be brave for her. "A-Are you sure?"

Gwen bit down onto her lip as she met Harry's eye, moving her hand over his bulge. Harry groaned quietly, eyes fluttering for a moment as Gwen nodded. "I'm positive."

She kissed him again as she rubbed Harry over his overalls but shortly after she was popping the button of them open. Harry eagerly shrugged them off until they fell to his feet, while Gwen slipped her hand beneath his thin trousers. She felt the hairs grown down there prickle her hand before her fingertips brushed against his hardened length. Harry, surprised by how good just her fingertips felt, released her mouth as his head fell backwards. A grunt left his lips as he closed his eyes, Gwen's hand wrapping around him slowly. She went off what her friends had told her about pleasuring a man and carefully moved her hand up and down Harry. Pumping him unrhythmically but Harry was too inexperienced to notice. Either way it felt so good to him, her hand was soft and it felt much better than his own. He'd never be able to touch himself again without thinking of Gwen.

Harry swallowed thickly when Gwen ran her thumb over the slit of his head, making a shiver run down his back. He'd burst right now if she continued and he still wanted to be with her wholly. So he grabbed Gwen's wrist and carefully pulled her hand away from him, breathing hard as he looked back down at her. With her hazel eyes looking up at him beneath her eyelashes and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, Harry lost his ability to be patient.

He grabbed the back of her neck and crashed his lips to hers in a deep kiss. Gwen gasped against him, feeling her core clench with arousal at the sudden dominance he was portraying as he led her backwards. She felt his hands moving all over her body, stopping at the hem of her gown where he began to push it up her body. Gwen raised her arms as he pulled it off over her head, their lips separating momentarily as he did. His eyes swept over her body that was only covered in her undergarments now and she noticed how his cheeks turned a little pink. That primal look was still in his eye but she felt weak in the knees by how he was blushing at seeing her half naked.

Knowing he was a little stumped over what to do next, Gwen took the initiative to take her own bra off. Harry's eyes instantly fell down to her breasts once they were revealed and Gwen saw how his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. He wanted to touch them, and sensing this, Gwen reached for his hands and placed them over her bare breasts. Harry immediately cupped them in his palms, thinking how perfect they fit in his hands as he ran his thumbs over her erected nipples. Gwen whimpered and Harry's gaze darted back up to her face to watch her as he touched her. Her mouth was agape and her eyes kept falling shut. The view of her lost in bliss made Harry's groin ache terribly and he stepped closer to her, letting one of his hands fall to the band of her underwear.

"Go ahead." Gwen encouraged him and hearing her consent, Harry tugged it down her thighs. She helped him take them off once they reached her knees and they fell to her feet before she stepped out of them. Harry's gaze flickered over her naked body and he didn't know where to look first. Every inch of her was so perfect; from her face, her breasts, the space between her legs, and the skin of her stomach, she was stunning.

"You're unbelievable." He breathed, moving to cup her cheek while his other hand ran down the curve of her waist. "So soft."

Gwen blushed at his compliment but moved her own hand to the band of his trousers. She tugged on them and Harry let her take them off, watching her face closely as she took in the sight of his hardened length. Her eyes widened and she gulped at his size. Harry might still be a seventeen year old boy but he was packing.

"Are you afraid?" Harry asked, unable to read her expression.

"No. Never." She breathed and tugged Harry closer to her until their bodies were meshed together. She could feel Harry's member pressing in her stomach and she was eager to have him. "Take me, Harry."

The way her voice had fallen an octave only heightened his arousal and he kissed her hard. His hands cupped her face, moving to slip into her hair as he lightly pushed her back onto the makeshift bed. The leaves from the blanket crumpled beneath them but neither of them payed any attention to it. They were solely focused on each other others touches and how their bodies were already hot. Gwen was breathing hard against Harry's mouth and she shifted beneath him until her legs were spread for him. Harry stopped kissing her briefly to look down at her, seeing her perky breasts moving as her chest heaved. He felt her legs on either side of his hips and he looked further down, seeing her core exposed for him to take. And fuck, he wanted to but the reality of what they were doing hit him hard.

"I don't know what I'm doing," he confessed to her nervously. "I've never done this before, Gwenevieve."

"Neither have I." She whispered and reached up to run her fingers through his hair. "But I trust you."

"Tell me if I hurt you. Tell me to stop if I'm not doing it right." He said in a rush and Gwen shook her head, a small smile on her face as she leant up to peck his lips.

"There is no right way. And having you, is more than enough for me." She hitched her legs against Harry's hips and pressed her heels into his thighs to push him closer to her. "I want you, Harry. Please."

Harry stared down at her once more and then reached down to grab himself in his hand. He looked down at her core, feeling a little embarrassed that he wasn't a hundred percent sure where to put it in. But he went with his gut and shifted his hips until his tip slipped into her entrance that he remembered his fingers had felt the last time he touched her. The head of his length disappeared into her and Gwen gasped, her hands flying down to hold Harry's shoulders. He looked up at her as he pushed further in and pressed his lips together when he felt the barrier. Gwen's fingers were digging into his shoulders and her mouth was clenched tightly because damnit, it hurt.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Harry mumbled when he noticed the way her face was tensed and not in a good way. He didn't want to hurt her and he began to withdraw himself but Gwen was quick to wrap her legs around him.

"Keep going, I'm alright." She said shakily and carefully used the heel of her foot to press into Harry's lower back where she forced him to push back into her. He groaned when he went deeper then before but he still felt something blocking him from entering fully.

He had a feeling that this part was going to hurt her so he looked up and dipped his head down to kiss her. His lips moved slowly against hers and he moved his hips carefully into her, gently pushing through the barrier that was holding him back. Gwen whimpered against his mouth and she dug her nails into his shoulders but Harry barely noticed. He was too busy trying not to climax just by how her walls were contracting around his length. He felt like they were sucking him in and it felt so damn good. He stayed still for a few moments, enjoying just the feel of her while he waited for Gwen to adjust. She was breathing hard and a lone tear fell from the corner of her eye but she was still staring up at Harry lustfully. "I'm okay. I'm alright."

Hearing her say that, Harry slowly pulled his hips back and pushed back in. The feeling felt unfamiliar to Gwen and honestly, it didn't feel that great but she didn't hate it either. It stung and she was trying her best to ignore the burn in her lower abdomen by keeping her gaze locked on the way Harry's face twisted with pleasure. She was happy he was at least enjoying this and she was so entranced with the way he moved his body. At first his thrusts had no rhythm, but with each one he improved.

Harry was in heaven. He had never felt such pleasure before and he was sure now that he'd never be able to be satisfied with just his hand. Gwen was tight around him and warm, he had the urge to move faster but he didn't want to hurt her. This was her first time as well and he heard in the past how it was painful for women during the first few times. He could clearly see on her face that she wasn't finding pleasure in this the way Harry was and he wanted to change that. So he kissed her, sealing their mouths together as he let his hands explore her body. He ran his thumb over her nipple, then pulled his mouth away from her only to take her breast into his mouth. He used his tongue against her nub and he heard her moan quietly above him. While he continued to do that, he used his hands to run up and down her body before he slipped his hand down to where they were connected. Circling his thumb over where she had been sensitive during the last time, her body arched up into him.

"Harry." She moaned his name and Harry just about died. Her voice was scratchy and low he felt his length become impossibly harder. He groaned into her chest and his hips pushed into her faster on their own accord. Gwen gasped and her legs twitched against his hips. The faster he had gone had made a wave of pleasure spread over Gwen's lower half.

"Do that again." She told him and his eyes flickered up to hold her gaze as he listened and rolled his hips into her faster. He could already feel his climax approaching but he did his best to hold it off. He wanted Gwen to come undone before he did.

"Oh," she moaned and Harry moved to hold his body up over her, determination in his eyes as he looked down at her. He thrusted harder, picking up speed as he slipped in and out with ease. She was so wet Harry had no trouble moving.

"God," Harry groaned and Gwen looked up to watch him bite down onto his lip. "You f-feel..."

"Good?" She finished for him and he nodded quickly. She was enjoying it now. The burning had faded and in way, it was both painful and pleasurable. But she kept her focus on the pleasure as she swiveled her hips to meet his. Her head dug back into the pillow she had made for herself, a quiet gasp leaving her mouth when she felt how deep Harry was penetrating her. She'd never felt something like this before and she was quickly becoming addicted to the way he filled her up so fully. She was happy she'd never been with anyone else before because she was sure no one would of been able to make her feel the way Harry was.

Harry watched her facial expressions, finding pleasure in just seeing what he was doing to her. He was burying himself deeply while simaltaneously moving in and out quickly. Her moans were coming out one after the other and by the way her body was beginning to spasm, he knew she was reaching her climax. He could feel her walls wrapping around him, trying to hold him still and it was almost too much for him. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, moving to wrap his arms beneath her as he hugged her and rolled his hips into hers. She whispered his name and he moved to rest his forehead against hers, staring into her hazel eyes as he thrusted into her. He felt her clench and then her legs tightened around his waist as she moaned prolongingly. Her body shook against his and feeling her climax, triggered his own. He thrusted his hips into her once more then felt the tightness in his groin snap before shooting into his length. He released into her as a shudder went down his back, a groan fanning against her lips.

They both laid there after he finished, his length still inside Gwen as he heavily breathed. He moved to push her hair away from her face, holding her eye as he did. Gwen's cheeks were flushed and she blinked up at Harry tiredly, the burn in her abdomen return now that he wasn't moving. She knew she'd be sore tomorrow but she didn't care. The intercourse with Harry had been the best experience of her life and she wanted to do it all over again.

Harry sighed and briefly kissed her lips before moving to pull himself out of her. Gwen winced as he did, an odd feeling of emptiness in her core. Harry rolled off to the side, moving to lay his head on the flat surface of the bed while he stared up at her. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, not too bad." She whispered and turned her head to lock eyes with him. "Thank you, Harry."

"No, thank you." He told her and licked his lips. "I didn't know it could feel like that."

"Neither did I." She whispered and turned her naked body to face him, tucking her hands beneath her cheek. "Was it everything you'd thought it'd be?"

"Well, I never thought it would happen. Being stuck here on the island I always assumed the opportunity would never come but...yes. It was great, Gwenevieve." He whispered and she smiled.

"I'm glad you liked it." She mumbled tiredly, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she forced them back open.

"Sleep, love. You're tired." Harry told her, lifting his hand to cup her cheek.

"Will you stay here tonight?"

"Yes. I'm not leaving you." He promised and Gwen merely smiled sleepily at him. He stared at her as she let her eyes fall shut and moments later he heard her breathing slow, small breaths coming out of her mouth. He carefully pulled the leaved blanket over her bare body and he couldn't help but smile at her sleeping form, his chest constricting with an emotion he'd never felt before. Maybe it was love. He still wasn't fully sure but if love felt like anything close to what he felt in that second then he supposed it were possible. All he knew was he felt connected to her. Like her appearing on the island was for a bigger reason then the both of them. Fate or destiny, perhaps. He wasn't too far off either. Because this specific intimate experience they had shared with one another, was another moment that bounded Harry and Gwen in more ways then one.

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Harry and Gwen are virgin no more :) how'd I do? Did I do it justice? The gif is from Outlander btw. Amazing show, you should watch it if you haven't. (;

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