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Uma sat cross-legged on the bed, her back against the headboard, completely absorbed in her phone. Between handling ship matters, reading messages from the crew, and reviewing supplies, her mind was fully occupied.
Harry, on the other hand, was feeling completely neglected.
And he was not having it.
Draped in something sinful, far too scandalous for his own good. A silk robe hanging loosely from his shoulders and lace trimmed shorts barely covering anything. He prowled toward the bed with purpose. He had tried subtle tactics at first, leaning against the doorframe, sighing dramatically, even tousling his hair just right. But Uma? She hadn’t even looked at him.
Well. If subtlety didn’t work, he’d just have to be obnoxious.
With an exaggerated groan, Harry flopped onto the bed beside her dramatically, sprawling out slowly and seductively. His arm draped over his eyes, his robe slipping further down his shoulder. “Oh, what a cruel fate I endure” he lamented, voice thick with theatrics. “Ignored. Abandoned. Forsaken by the love of my life.”
Uma didn’t look up. “Mmhm.”
Harry peeked at her from beneath his arm. Oh, so that’s how we’re playing it?
Rolling onto his side, he pressed right up against her. All warmth and bare skin, resting his chin on her shoulder as he peeked at her screen. “What could possibly be so important?” His breath was warm against her ear, his voice a low murmur.
“Ship inventory,” she answered flatly.
Harry scoffed. “Ship inventory? Love, I’m sitting here in my finest stolen Auradon lace, half naked, practically begging for attention, and you'd rather count crates?”
Uma hummed. “Seems that way.”
Harry groaned again and rolled onto his back, throwing his arms over his head as he sprawled out again. “This is cruelty, captain,” he declared to the ceiling. “Sheer, heartless cruelty.” He turned his head to look at her, lower lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout. “I could die right now, you know.”
Uma smirked, but her eyes remained locked on her phone. “Mmm, sounds serious.”
Harry gasped, placing a hand over his heart as if mortally wounded. “Aye, deadly. And yet, you do nothing to save me. What a cold, unfeeling woman you are. So I guess I’ll just die here then… all alone… unloved…” He heaved a dramatic sigh. “If only someone cared enough"
Still, Uma did not react.
Right, then.
Harry sat up and burrowed against her side, practically draping himself over her like an oversized cat. He nuzzled into her shoulder, his lips brushing against her skin as he whispered, “Uma.”
Nothing.
His fingers ghosted over her back, barely a touch at first, just the faintest drag of fingertips tracing along her spine. He felt her inhale, shallow and quick, but she still didn’t move.
Fine. If she wanted to be stubborn, he could be worse.
With slow, deliberate ease, he trailed his fingers up her back, then slid his hand beneath the hem of her shirt, resting his palm against the warm skin of her hip. His lips hovered just below her ear, voice dipping into something darker, something dangerous.
“Captain.”
Uma exhaled sharply.
Harry grinned. Gotcha.
Encouraged, he pressed closer, letting his teeth graze her ear before murmuring, “You sure you want to keep ignoring me, love? I do tend to get… desperate.”
Uma finally, FINALLY set her phone down. Tossing it to the side
She turned, slow and measured, one brow raised. “You need attention this badly?”
Harry, shameless as ever, smirked. “Desperately.”
Uma let out an exaggerated sigh, but he saw the amusement flicker in her eyes before she pounced.
With a sudden movement, she shoved him onto his back and straddled his hips, pinning him down against the mattress. Harry barely had time to react before she grabbed his wrists, pressing them above his head. His breath hitched.
Uma tilted her head, lips curving into a slow, dangerous smirk. “Well, if you’re desperate…” Her fingers squeezed his wrists. “I suppose I should do something about it.”
Harry swallowed hard, his heart pounding.Yes. It's about damn time, captain.