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The multiple sounds of the party mixed with the elegance of the night.
The loud stomps on the floor of the people dancing, the happy chanting, the vibrant music that crossed every corner of Auradon... And it was a day to celebrate, indeed. The barrier had finally broken down. The kingdoms were united, and freedom arrived with a joy nothing else could ever replace. Some drank, some danced, some chatted...
Or some hid in the shadows of a dark alley, far away from the little madness of the party.
Uma watched as the neon lights moved around in every direction, there, in the party. She couldn't quite see the people, but she knew they were still there, having fun and laughing.
It's not as if she wasn't having fun. But it was a different type of fun.
'Do you think they'll be able to keep on dancing until dawn?' she asked, entertained.
'It wouldn't be a surprise,' Harry said, lifting his head up from Uma's neck, where he was proving his love to her. 'Ye know Auradonians are... very enthusiastic...'
Uma stiffled a laugh.
'Well, I guess we can't complain now. We are free.'
'So we are to thank them?' Harry grimaced. 'For granting us a basic human right they stole from us years ago?'
'Yeah...' Uma hissed. 'No, you're right.'
With a hoarse laugh, Harry leaned in and catched Uma's lips with his. A firework exploded somewhere in the sky. Although Uma didn't even hear it. The vicious feeling of Harry's warm hands pressed against her thighs was distracting her from everything else. She couldn't feel another thing that wasn't Harry's body, placed perfectly between her raised legs, not leaving a single inch of air separating their bodies.
'Besides...' Uma kissed his soft, adictive lips again. 'I'm sure some of them don't agree with this at all. I bet they still see me as the girl who ruined Cotillion.'
'But you're so much more than that' He looked her in the eye, getting even closer if it was possible as he said: 'And soon they'll know too.'
As the pirate traced a path of slow kisses from her jawline to her collarbone, he also worked with his hands. Harry knew Uma's body like he knew almost every star on the sky. Therefore, he also knew what she liked the most. How to provoke her. To make her lose her mind completely. So he started the movement.
Up and down her thighs. Slowly, caressing every inch of her golden skin. From time to time he'd grab her legs slightly. And repeated that same sequence. Up and down. Face buried into her neck. Hot breath against her skin.
'I'll make them say your name as a plead until their throat memorizes every letter,' he whispered to her ear. 'They'll beg and scream your name.'
Uma pulled his hair with her hands, trying to hide the trembling of her legs already stimulated to his touch. Harry moaned shamelessly through a smile.
'As in the same way you beg and scream my name?' she scoffed, playing with his hair a bit more.
'Oh, no, love' Harry brushed his lips against her earlobe. Her whole body shivered. 'They'll cry for mercy. I cry for the exact opossite.'
The seawitch gripped his torso with her legs a bit more. In response, Harry bit her neck with a slowness that got her moaning his name as quietly as a promise whispered to the sea. Uma's weak legs trembled in his hands, her heart racing like a raging sea. Dating Harry Hook was probably one of the most reckless things she had ever done. But loving him—desiring him—had to be one of a madness. Though she found herself willing to go crazy, as long as it was with him. Because Harry's love was like drug. She was addicted to his burning passion, his boundless devotion, his eternal loyalty. And right now, Uma felt completely high of him.
'So, that's your plan?' Distractedly she unbottoned his white shirt. 'Taking over the world and bringing them to their knees? It's not very original, you know?'
'No, my plan is to follow you wherever you go. I don't care what your plans are. I'll stay with you no matter what,' he assured her, finally getting rid of the shirt. Uma didn't hesitate and caressed his new naked skin.
'And what if I decide staying here for the rest of my life? Not sailing ever again?' she tested him.
Of course, Uma would never do that. Royalty was a disgusting concept for her. How hypocrite would it be to stand beside the man who put her through sixteen years of hell for the rest of her life? She could make amends, try to forgive and let go of such a dark past, but she would never form an alliance with any of them. Uma couldn't even stand being in the same room as them for too long. And overall, she would never abandon the sea.
But she was curious on Harry's answer. What were the lengths of his loyalty?
The bastard who had taken her heart looked her in the eye. Something special shined in those blue eyes. Something both fragile and dangerous. Uma's heart beat again, now harder, as if dying to prove her how deeply it had fallen for him.
'Then I shall say goodbye to my beloved sea and beg her to forgive me for not choosing her over...' The humour vanished from his face. 'Over ye'.
His grip soften in her legs. Something almost innocent colored his eyes. Lust stepped aside for a moment, leaving the spotlight to that fuzzy, sparkling feeling in their chests.
Uma swallowed.
'You would give up the sea for me?' her voice came out as softer and higher than ever.
Harry whispered only one word.
'Aye'.
«He has to be the one», Uma thought. To her it should be scary, if not terrifying, the way she had handed him her heart. Harry had a power over her no one had ever had since the day that horrible accident happened to her. The one betrayal that shaped her entire personality and the way she saw the world for the rest of her life. Being that vulnerable again should be, at least, a bit alarming.
Curiously, Uma found that his confession did not make her nervous. With her heart on his palms she didn't feel unsafe or weak. Instead, she felt something so rare that she seemed to have forgotten it.
Peace.
Not knowing what to respond, Uma did what she thought would explain what she was feeling: she kissed him again. Except this time, the kiss was not a hungry one, fueled by desperation and desire. This one was different. Sweet, quiet. Somewhat delicate. This one was the one confession Uma could not put in words.
'You won't have to, anyways,' she said when they parted. 'I'd have to be mad to stay in this horrendous place all my life'.
'Oh, thank god' He exaggerated a sigh. 'That was the riskiest thing I've ever done in my life'.
Uma laughed, punching him on the shoulder and telling him to shut up before drawing him into a kiss. A more fierce one. And then, as lust grew stronger again, they entered a loop of almost clumsy kisses as they practically ripped off eachother's clothes.
One of Harry's hands travelled to Uma's dress, untying it with agile fingers. He then sat her on top of some wooden boxes with a thud. As he discreetly opened up her legs, she bit his bottom lip until he growled. Her limbs wrapped up around him. A warm lump between her legs.
And in the sky, fireworks exploded.