Cyrus was only spared a momentary glance as Pan felt the bed shift, a soft sigh breezing passed his lips as he realized that his fun would end for the night. Hands pressing into the mattress, Pan sat straighter, gaze leveling with the pouting blush that coated the girl's cheeks. It was cute, a smirk forming on the island leader's lips as he let his gaze wander her water logged frame. The borrowed shirt clung in all of the right ways, leaving nearly nothing to the imagination. There was a mix of amusement and intrigue welling within the sandy blonde as his bright gaze traced each dip and curve. Tori's voice went in one ear and out the other, an angry little trill in the depths of his mind. Pan was far too entranced by her form, the water that traced it with the most gentle of caresses. Did she even feel it? Did Tori feel the way each droplet moved across her skin, touching every inch like a lover. Petal soft lips kissing her warm body. He could practically taste her on his tongue, fingers curling into the sheets as he pictured it. Pan could see it now, Tori lain out beneath him, cheeks flushed just the way they were now as her finger curled in his hair. She'd whine his name as he ghosted above her, picked her apart with each delicate strum of his fingers. He'd hear the way she would call his name as it echoed across the forest. No man would question what had occurred and she'd be his for the rest of time....<br/><br/>A finger to the chest and Pan's fantasies began to slowly fade. It drew him back to the real world as Tori's proximity registered for the first time. Eyes wandered, staring down at that perfectly manicured nail, trailing along her small arm, traveling past the wet curve of Tori's neck to finally settle upon her angry, flushed face. Her body over his now, soft droplets dripping from her soaked form to plop against Pan's warm flesh. Oh, she was pretty angry, that smirk turning towards something akin to a smile. This was quite the lovely turn of events as his palm rose to cup the supple curve of the brunette's cheek. "Now who told you I'd so anything of the sort?" Pan mused, head tilting as his eyes never once left her own. There was something old in his gaze, knowing, as if he saw the entire chessboard of life right before his very eyes. It was like he knew what Tori would do before she did it, though if that was anywhere near the truth that remained to be seen. One could only predict so far in advance.....right? With Pan.....it was always a mystery.<br/><br/>Motions as fluid as water, Pan had Tori pressed into the very sheets he'd only just been taken in moments before. Weight settled on his forearm, his free hand skimmed the curve of Tori's body before settling upon her hip. Slowly the distance closed between them, lips hovering just inches apart. Breaths mingled as they passed by silently, eyes staring deep into Tori's expressive irises. She was beautiful, of that Pan had no doubts, but he couldn't give in just yet. He loved to play with his food of course, passing by those sweet petals to whisper quietly into the girls ear. "You're mine Tori. Why would I toss away something so precious?" he mused, words, though sweet, ever holding a hint of playfulness. How sincere was he? Yet another mystery that stayed wrapped tightly around the boy that Pan appeared to be.