Little Games

Disclaimer: do not own OUAT and all mistakes are mine...

Chapter 1: Changing the Game

"What's the matter, Darling…?" It's been less than a week since he's brought her to the cage, days since he's locked her in it, and hours since he's returned to taunt her.

"Aw, you're no fun anymore, Wendy…" He presses his face to the side of the cage, peering in at her. She takes the opportunity to spit in it.

He backs away the ever present smirk lingering on his features as he wipes her saliva from his cheek.

"You locked me in a cage, Peter, there is nothing fun about this," she glares at him through the gaps in the bamboo.

"As I recall, I did not lock you in; I offered to leave the door open and you preferred it shut." He strides away from the cage standing with all the charisma of a tyrant.

"That was after you decided to hang the cage from a tree!" She shouts accusingly.

"Now, now I put you back on the ground, besides you used to love flying…" He smiles at her as if he knows everything about her, and perhaps he does; she's been her long enough.

"You're a bastard." She states bluntly.

"Well aren't those dirty words for a pretty mouth like yours" his words have an edge to him but they always do when she starts with this dangerous game of hers.

"Hardly dirty, if used in the right context…" she replies and it is her who is smiling this time a smile Peter so rarely see grace her face. He loves it and he should; it's crafted after his own.

"And how would you ever know if it was the right context…" he asks knowing full well with her it's all innocent, innocent fun. Still in the back of his mind the danger of her knowing his secrets looms.

"So were back to playing games I see…"he states, making light of the situation as always.

"Well guessing games were always your favorite." She matches him tit for tat, always has, but she gotten better at it in recent years. Time's given her time to think and even on the island there are some things he can never know.

"Only when the subject is someone else, Darling" he calls her that pet name of his, both her name and the touch of something else he'd rather not say.

"Well you already know everything about me, It'd be no fun…" she states coyly.

"See, Wendy, I told you we could still have fun, even with you all locked up…" he throws up his hands in her direction willing to humor her this time. (much like the last and the one before it.)

"We always do… Orphan?" She is speaking sweetly now, like she did as a child but it's forced now. Even in a land where you never grow up innocence has faded from her. To her assertion his face is and unreadable mask, as if he's expecting the blow.

"We've played this game before, Darling, I always win." He turns to her moving back toward the cage ready to play.

"Well do we have eternity, Peter; someday I'll have the upper hand." She states, a subtle confidence growing behind her words.

"If that's the hope you cling to so be it; I rather like our games." He isn't sure where she is going with this; usually she's taken another guess by this point.

"This is still all a game to you, Peter?" her voice takes an unusually serious tone to it that he is not familiar with; nevertheless he replies.

"Yes."

"Then forgive me for trying my best to win"

Wendy leans towards the edge of the cage as if she was going to spit in his face again but instead her lips purse and she presses them gently to his.

Peter is shocked for a moment unmoving against her lips before he recoils as if a snake bit him. It almost makes her smile to see shock on his usually smug face. Still it's only a moment before his smug smile is replaced.

"I would expect nothing less, Darling." He says standing and turning to leave, but his posture has changed, something is off. He stands less tall than normal. She's shaken him; she's changed the game and for the first time in years she feels she has the upper hand.

A/N: It's short. I love the potential of the pairing. There could be more to this but honestly I have no idea where this is going and I have other work to do... : / - Song