Waking up the next morning, the first thought that flies through Harry's mind as his emerald eyes tiredly meet the back of Gwen's neck, is that this is not real. The night before had been another one of his erotic dreams, or at least that's what he automatically assumes. Because there's no way Gwenevieve, a girl, one that he fancied for that matter had intercourse with him. He was nothing special, he was fairly thin and Harry didn't think he was that attractive either. He'd admit that he weren't horrible looking but he was aware that somewhere in the world there were plenty of boys who looked better than him. So how is it possible that Gwen, the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid his eyes on, had chose him to sleep with?

It couldn't possibly be true. Oh, but it was. And her sleeping nude form pressed up against his front was proof of that. Still, even though his arms were wrapped around her waist and his nose was buried in the hair at the nape of her neck, he couldn't believe it. Needing more validation he wasn't dreaming, he carefully moved his fingers over her stomach. Feeling her creamy soft skin under his fingertips and staring at her shoulders rise and fall as she breathed. It's real. She's real.

He sucked in a quiet breath, biting down on his lip as he stared at the side profile of her face. Her eyelashes rested atop her cheeks, pink lips parted just slightly and her cheeks flushed from the warmth of the hut. Her long hair laid in a mess in front of Harry's face, across the pillow beneath her head and a few strands thrown over her cheek. She looked so stunning, looking at her made Harry's chest tighten with an unfamiliar feeling and he furrowed his eyebrows. He had no idea what the emotion coursing through him was but he had the urge to hug Gwen tighter. To hold her and never let go.

Not wanting to wake her though, he didn't move and instead settled for staring at her. Waking up beside her was new and he drank every single one of her features in as she slept. He noticed she had a few freckles scattered over the ridge of her nose and he found he liked that small detail about her. His eyes fell lower, moving to the dip of her waist his arm currently rested over and down to the curve of her bottom that he was now fully aware was pressed into his front. He felt his face go hot, pressing his lips together and willing himself to calm down when he felt his groin ache with arousal. He felt like a downright pig for growing hard at staring at her while she was asleep.

He tried to roll away from her, deciding he needed to put a few inches between them because his body was becoming aware of how warm she felt. Images of her when he had intercourse with her the night before kept flickering behind his eyelids and he was finding it nearly impossible to relax.

Yet, when he moved his arm it was like the absence of it had pulled Gwen out of her slumber. She stirred while Harry stiffened, her eyes slowly blinking open to look at the opposite wall across from her. She furrowed her eyebrows, then rolled on her back to look over at Harry. He inhaled immediately when her bare breasts were exposed to him. Bloody hell! She wasn't helping.

She blinked, then carefully pulled the leaved blanket higher to cover her chest as she blushed. A shy smile spread across her face while her hazel eyes lit up. "Hi."

"Hi."

The sound of Harry's raspy deep voice sent a hot wave over Gwen's body and she fought off the shiver running down her back. His hair was in a crazy array, curls sticking up around his ears and over his forehead. Without thinking it through, she reached forward and brushed the curls back until they flipped back into their usual place. The action made an odd feeling of birds flying around consume Harry's stomach.

"Did you sleep well?" She asked him in a whisper, feeling like she needed to keep quiet with the intimate mood in the room.

"Yes. The best sleep I've had in ages." He spoke honestly. It were true; it was like the intercourse with her took out all the aches and sore muscles from his body and he felt refreshed. Like a new person.

"Me as well." She grinned and Harry returned it, his green eyes flickering over her features. "Have you been up long?"

"Just awhile."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"You looked at peace, I didn't want to disturb you."

"So what were you doing? Just watching me?" She asked, her tone teasing but she was spot on and Harry blushed at being called out for it. His pink cheeks gave him away and Gwen's smile widened when she realized she'd been right.

"No." He tried but failed to lie, rolling his eyes when Gwen giggled and arched an eyebrow. "Alright, fine. I was."

"What for?"

"You're very pretty when you sleep. Plus, I like looking at you." He shrugged like it was no big deal but this time, it was Gwen who was blushing.

"I suppose I don't mind." Her tone had dropped an octave lower and Harry noticed it, gaze capturing hers to see the same look she held last night when he was thrusting inside her. His eyes fell below her chin, to the swell of her breast then over her covered body.

"How are you feeling?"

Knowing what Harry meant, Gwen bit down on her lip as the reminder of what they did last night was brought up. She shifted her legs a little, testing out just how her body really felt. Besides the little ache on her back thighs and the soreness between her legs, she felt amazing.

"I'm a little sore, but it's nothing I can't handle."

"I wasn't too hard on you was I?" He asked worriedly and Gwen smiled at how he cared. She shook her head.

"No, it was lovely." She paused, getting shy once again as she hesitated to say the next thing. "I-I liked it."

"You did?"

"Yes." She whispered and raised her hands to cup her own hot cheeks. "Goodness, my mother would call me a floozy if she heard me right now."

Harry chuckled and carefully pried her hands away from her face, moving to intertwine their fingers together. Right then he found he liked the way her hand felt in his. "I don't believe liking sex makes you a floozy."

She blushed even harder at hearing him actually say the word. "We're not married, nor are we engaged to be."

"So? We're both free to do what we please." He stated and brought her hand to his mouth, kissing the back of it gently. "We're free to be whoever we want to be here, Gwen. No one is judging you."

She gazed at him, the fast thumping of her heart pounding in her ears. He was right, it didn't matter what her mother would think of her because well, she wasn't here. And chances were she'd never find out. "You're right." She mumbled, her fingers playing with a curl behind his ear before she scooted closer to him. The desire to have him again was strong and she purposely let her gaze fall between them, looking down at his manhood. She knew she had felt it grow behind her in her sleep and looking at it now, it was confirmed it definitely had.

Harry watched her gaze flicker back up to his and he swallowed thickly at the way her eyes seemed to have gotten darker. Her teeth sinking into her bottom lip and doing things to Harry's stomach as she slid her hand behind his neck. She pulled his head closer and bravely kissed his jaw, sucking on the area. Harry clenched his teeth but he was not strong enough to hold a low groan from rumbling out of his mouth.

"Harry," she whispered near his ear and hooked a leg over his hip. "Take me, again."

He fought to keep his eyes open when she suddenly moved her lips to a sensitive spot beneath his ear. He was painfully hard now and the inside of Gwen's thigh was making it worse. Harry fought to not pounce her, he knew they had to be getting up. The lost boys were probably wondering where they were and last thing he wanted was for them to come looking for themselves. So he clenched his jaw again, fingers digging into Gwen's hips. "Gwen, we need to get up."

She ignored him, instead sucking harder and darting her tongue out to soothe the spot. It felt so good to Harry and he found his will power quickly chipping away.

Just before he was going to break down and give in, Gwen moved her mouth close to his ear again. Harry could feel her lips tickling the outshell of his ear. "Fuck me, Harry."

He lost control.

In the next second, he rolled her on her back and kissed her deeply. Not caring that neither one of them had washed their mouths yet. It was odd, how she still tasted like coconut even though she had been asleep for hours. Everything about her smelled and tasted delicious and he couldn't get enough. He might of been a lost boy on Neverland but damnit, he was lost in Gwen. Consumed by every little thing she said or did. Even her body, which he was definitely doing in that moment.

He buried himself inside her, a shudder going down his back when Gwen gasped into his neck. He felt more confident with what he was doing after last night so the first few thrusts started out slow but with each one, his self control was diminishing. He didn't want to hurt her but her words kept repeating themselves in his head and fuck, was it turning him on. She'd awakened something inside him and he wasn't too sure he'd be able to tame it ever again.

He jutted his hips harder, the movement causing Gwen to jolt upward on the bed. Her mouth fell open, eyes half lidded as Harry held himself up with one hand while the other gripped Gwen's hip. His eyes were focused on her face, mouth agape with pleasure. "Yes, god yes." He was surprised to hear Gwen moaning instead of crying out in pain, considering how hard he was pushing it. Yet it took away the last bit of hesitance and he slammed into her determinedly, his pace quickening as well.

He should of been more careful about how much noise he was making but seeing Gwen completely lose herself beneath him became the most important thing to him. Her legs spread wide, thighs constantly curling up to his hips before laying back down on the bed. Back arching up until her chest was practically jutting at Harry in offering. One of her hands was holding Harry's bicep while the other had moved to cup her own breast. Harry nearly climaxed at the sight of her rolling her fingers over her erect nipple. He grunted when he felt her walls tightening around him, signaling that she were about to reach her end. Harry sped up his movements, his rhythm becoming sloppy in the process but they were both too enamored with the pleasure that neither one of them noticed. Moans that were too loud left Gwen's mouth and Harry was panting like crazy, the noise echoing around the hot hut. Harry was glistening with a thin layer of sweat and his eyes were closing on their own accord but he forced them open when he felt Gwen's walls clenching around him. He knew she was coming.

And to Harry, watching her was fucking Heaven.

She came with a gasp just as Harry's own climax had hit him. He released inside her, his head hanging in defeat as he grunted. His eyes fluttered, gaze meeting Gwen's naked chest as his hair tickled her collarbone. Her hands came up to tangle themselves inside his locks, scratching his scalp in comfort. He kissed her sternum gently and pulled back to look at her. Her hazel eyes were drooping, pink lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. Harry lifted his hand and instinctively ran his thumb over her bottom lip, the warmth of her breath fanning his skin.

"You're so stunning." He confessed to her, making Gwen's cheeks instantly blush.

"I'm sure you've seen prettier." She half joked and Harry shook his head.

"No, I haven't." He mumbled and stared into her eyes thoughtfully. "Maybe...if I had known you before I ran from home, I wouldn't have left in the first place."

"Well, I would of been twelve years old. I don't believe it would of made much difference because I would of been a child to you."

"You're right," he nodded, knowing that if he really did meet her back then it wouldn't of mattered. He would of viewed her as a child and she would of been too young to be with him. Not to mention, he would of ended up marrying someone else against his will and by the time she would become old enough, it would of been too late.

"Maybe we were supposed to meet like this," Gwen muttered and Harry stared down at her as she fiddled with the curls sticking out around his ears. "I don't know. But I'm happy I met you."

"You are?" He didn't know why hearing that made his heart pound harder.

"Yes, I am." She paused and swallowed, forehead pinching. "Are you happy you met me?"

"The happiest." He nodded and she broke out into a smile, one that Harry knew right then would be engraved into his memory forever. He grinned back down at her, bending his head and hovering his lips above hers before kissing her gently. They laid there for a few more moments, holding each other with no words spoken. The air around them was charged with various emotions and both of them were careful not to disturb it.

Eventually though, they were forced to roll out of bed when the continuous voices of the lost boys passing Gwen's hut made them paranoid. Harry shrugged on his trousers and overalls, lifting his hands to run his fingertips through his hair in an attempt to tame it. His gaze flitted across the room when Gwen threw her bare legs over the side of the bed, her nude body on full view. Harry let his eyes sweep over her once before bending down to pick up her gown and undergarments, closing the small distance between them to hand them to her. Gwen bit down on her lip, staring up at him shyly and Harry liked that even after what they'd done she was still blushing.

Gwen easily put her clothes back on and then stood from the bed, arms raised over her head as she tried to untangle her hair. "You should go," she told him when she saw he was still watching her. "They're probably wondering where you are. I'll be out soon."

"Will you join me for breakfast?" He paused and then corrected himself when he peeked through the crack of the door to see the bright afternoon sun. "Or lunch."

"I'm going to go bathe first, but then I'll join you." She told him and he nodded.

"Okay, come find me when you finish." He hesitated before he swiftly bent down and placed a kiss to her forehead.

Gwen grinned and nodded, watching him walk out of her hut and the moment he did she felt all the air leave her lungs. She couldn't believe they'd had intercourse and she was no longer a virgin. Not a single part of her regretted it but she was shocked. It felt unreal that it happened, twice now. And Harry had been so great both times.

She smiled to herself as she reminisced over it, the grin on her face glued there even as she walked out of her hut and through camp. She barely paid attention to the lost boys she passed, unaware of their curious stares. Or one of them in particular. He followed her through the forest, gaze focused on her back as his temper brewed. He saw Harry leave her hut and the way he looked disheveled. He might not know much about adult relationships but he knew perfectly well that the mark on Harry's neck did not come from a bug.

He kept following her, only stopping once he reached the edge of the trees and the opening of the lake. Knowing she were probably here to bathe, he quickly stepped through before she could undress and made his presence known.

Gwen jumped when she heard the crack of a leaf, swiftly spinning around to see Peter standing near the opening of the trees. Her shoulders slumped with relief at seeing him and her hand flew to her heart that had a mini scare. "You frightened me."

"Sorry."

The way he said it, alerted Gwen that Peter was not there out of friendliness. Her spine straightened and her eyes narrowed just slightly, gaze taking in the way he was looking at her. She could tell something was bothering him. "Is there something you needed?"

"Yes." He stepped forward, fists clenching at his sides. "What I need is for you to stay away from Harry."

Her head reeled back at his request, or more like demand. Her eyes widened in disbelief before her brows pulled together. "I don't understand."

"I saw him leave your hut," he blurted and this time, Gwen's face immediately went red. "I know he slept there. God knows what you two might of done but whatever it was, it needs to stop."

Gwen swallowed thickly, eyes diverting away from him in shame. He was making her feel like she had sinned and for the briefest moment, she felt like a downright floozy. Especially with how Peter was looking at her. But then, she remembered what Harry had said to her that very morning and her shame turned into anger. All her life she had been told how to act, what to do, who to be. The only person who never asked such things of her were Harry. Screw everyone else.

She turned back to look at Peter, eyes becoming hard when she met his stare. "You have no right to tell me what to do."

Peter was surprised with her tone but he refused to show just how impressed he was. "I do when whatever you two are doing is putting the rest of us in jeopardy."

"What Harry and I do is our business." She stated and Peter shook his head, becoming impatient when she still had yet to understand. He huffed, lifting a hand to brush the top of his hair in frustration.

"I've already warned Harry but he won't listen. You need to back off, if he won't. It's the only way to make sure we're all safe."

"You told him to stay away from me?" Now she was frustrated. "No wonder he seemed angry yesterday. If anyone needs to back off, it's you!"

Peter's eyebrows raised at the rise of her voice and he glared at her. "You're being reckless! So is he! Neither of you are thinking clearly! The pirates want you and if we continue to keep you here, we're all dead!"

"So what do you suggest? Handing myself over to protect you all?"

"Yes!"

She scoffed. "You're a selfish boy! Willing to throw someone to the wolves to protect yourself!"

"You're the selfish one! Willing to get us all killed to protect you!"

"That's not why! I-I would give myself up but-," she paused, feeling flustered and interrogated. How was she supposed to explain to Peter the reason she was really staying? Would he understand that her strong feelings for Harry were keeping her rooted there?

"But?" He continued and she sucked in a breath when he pointed his finger at her accusingly. "You're rotten. Just leave, stay away from all of us and-,"

"What is going on, here?" Harry's strong, yet breathless voice interrupted them and both their heads snapped towards him. He was standing just behind Peter, his hair disheveled and his chest heaving as if he had just ran there. Eyes wide and alert as they flickered between the two of them. When neither one of them answered he shook his head and hurriedly stormed forward towards Gwen. Gaze darting to every part of the lake. "Never mind that, we need to get you away from here."

"W-what?" Gwen asked in confusion when Harry gripped her hand and started pulling her back towards the edge of the trees. Even Peter looked just as lost as she did. "Harry, what's going on?"

"It's the pirates," he hissed out and turned his dark, yet worried gaze between Gwen and Peter. "They've anchored their ship on our side of the land. Earl saw them carrying their weapons."

Peter stilled, just like Gwen's heart did. "You mean..."

Harry nodded. "They're coming for us. They know Gwen's here."

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