Hey Descendants!
Look-it me, getting the chapter actually updated on Monday.
I know, I'm awesome.
Channeling my inner Harry aside, this chapter does come with a warning.
There will be a sexual encounter, and it's not glossed over.
It is consensual though, and there is lots of support. But they're both teenagers dealing with hormones, curiosities, and a few firsts.
We... Trust you'll enjoy the chapter.
Lol.
Lots of Love Descendants Fam,
-Dark-
She takes a deep breath before she lets out a contented sigh as Harry works on another knot.
Honestly, she was surprised he was finding anything with how pliant she felt.
The warmth from the rum was still permeating through her.
No wonder T enjoyed the drink so much.
It made everything less.
Beautifully, amazingly less.
Four apparently had been the perfect amount.
Any more and she was sure she'd be embarrassing herself.
She feels her face flush at the thought, becoming hyper-aware of the way Harry was straddling her.
Yeah, four had been perfect.
She nuzzles into her arms.
Harry smiles as Faustina stretches beneath him. "Ya be ah enjoyin' ah rub down 'bout as much as Uma do." He chuckles.
She'd been surprised when he'd pulled her from the room after the four of them had finished. She thought for sure he was going to go to sleep with the others. There was no way he wasn't exhausted after such an intense family time.
Though intense didn't even begin to cover it.
"It feels amazing." She purrs beneath him.
Not that she was complaining.
It was just strange that he'd offer to massage her after such an exerting activity.
She shifts at the memory. She wasn't sure why watching them together never ceased to put a fire in her belly but- It was beautiful. Beautiful and-
Her eyes narrow, sexy? To watch them enjoy each other in such an intimate manner.
She thought it would be awkward at first. Sitting in on them. But she'd quickly become enraptured.
She never thought-
No. She never believed something like that could feel good. But watching the expressions that passed Uma and Deez's faces…
She bites her lip.
Was it because they were just half-human? Or part human?
She wasn't sure, but she was definitely leaning towards her father just being a heinous liar.
"Aye?" He chuckles again before he falls to her side, "I do be ah likin' ta be ah havin' me talents called amazin'." He props himself up against his arm as he looks down at her.
She lazily turns on her side to smile at him, "Can I work on you now?" She'd offered when he'd first asked her, but he'd insisted he work on her first and she hadn't been up to arguing him touching her after watching that.
"Actually, great as that be ah soundin', an' I promise I be ah collectin' that treasure later-" He winks, "I be ah thinkin' 'bout the promise I be ah makin' ya, an' how it might ah be related to this hold problem ya be ah havin'."
Her brow furrows, what promise? She chews her lip struggling to recall what promise he could be referring to but comes up blank, so instead, "You think they're related?" She blinks as she looks up at him curiously.
What was related?
Harry sighs, "I honestly don'nah be ah knowin'. Maybe I be ah pullin' ah T and just be ah wantin' ta be ah tryin' anythin' 'til somethin' be ah stickin'." He frowns, "Like when ya be ah experimentin' with yer plants."
"Aright." She agrees, "I'm willing to try anything you think will help with that, and experimenting usually helps when you don't know where to start."
"I just-" He sighs before he rolls to his back and pulls her to his side, "I can'nah be happy knowin' you or T can be taken from me like that. Not again. And that be the only reason I be ah bein' scared for the two o' ya."
She stills at the thought as a chill runs down her spine, quickly slamming down the door on the memories trying to surface.
Nope.
Not right now. Not when she was finally- She didn't want to be taken from them now. Or ever. Then or otherwise.
Not when she was feeling so… Less. She takes a deep breath as she slowly relaxes next to him.
"Thank you," She drops her eyes, "for doing this for us. I know you don't have to… But I don't want to be taken from you again either."
"Never ah-fuckin'-gain." He presses his lips to her forehead. "An' I be glad ya be ah willin' ta be lettin' me do this, cause I don'nah even be wantin' ta think how bad this be if ya were ta be ah arguin' it."
"Why would I argue with you?" She asks in confusion.
Had she before?
That seemed- Why would she argue with him? "I don't want you to have to worry more than you already do about us. I know we must've scared you if we scared ourselves that badly." She rubs her cheek against his shoulder tenderly.
He snorts, "Can ya be ah tellin' that ta T then?"
Wouldn't that be nice?
Her lips tilt into a sad smile, "Sorry, T stopped listening to me when we figured out we shared a body."
"I can only be imaginin' that be ah hell o' confusin'." He rubs his thumb along her shoulder.
"It was… Not fun." She sighs, "But, even if we share a body, he's still my brother. A more agitated and insecure one, but still my brother." Her brows furrow in thought as she absently starts tracing a pattern on his chest.
She was happy that he let her. Touch him that is. Part of her still felt like it was wrong. To be so bold- But he never seemed to mind.
"His nature is still the same, it's just his demeanor that's changed. And I mean, I'm not the best with self-reflection, but I-" She chews her lip, "I'm not the same person I was in the tower. I've never been able to speak so freely. And I know I have the four of you and T to thank for that."
"Aye, we can be ah bein' good at things sometimes." He flashes her a wicked grin.
Sometimes?
She lowers her eyes, "I think you mean amazing, and most of the time." She whispers as her cheeks flare with heat.
Like they weren't warm enough.
"Well, be ah holdin' tight ta that sentiment." He reaches down with one hand to gently caress his thumb along her cheekbone, "Cause I be ah havin' ah couple ideas ta be ah sharin'."
"Consider them held," A small smile tilts at her lips, though her eyes stay on his chest. "I'm sure whatever storm your mind is weathering is bound to land something..."
"I do be ah hopin' so." He chuckles nervously before he sits up, "So, ya be ah watchin' when we be ah havin' family time?"
She chews her lip as she glances at him, he didn't seem upset. Had seemed okay with it before but the question still made her uncomfortable. "It's hard not to." She admits hesitantly as she sits up too.
"I be ah imaginin'." He grins, "Well, I be ah thinkin' maybe I could be ah touching ya more like that."
She blinks suddenly pulling into herself. "Why?" Why the hell would he want to touch her like that?
"With ah 'why' like that, either ya ain'nah wantin' me, or ya ain'nah wantin' me ta be ah wantin' ya." His eyes harden as his brow furrows, "So which one it be?"
She drops her eyes to her lap as her fingers twist in her hoodie. "I- Why would you want to touch me like that? I'm not-" She ducks her head as she shifts. "I'm-" Scarred. Used. Dirty. "Why?" She pulls her legs to her chest and holds them to her.
"I be ah wantin' ta touch ya like that fer lots o' reasons." Harry tilts his head as his lips curl into a half-grin, "Like, I really be ah likin' ya, as me family an' more. And, I wanna be ah sharin' how touch can be ah feelin' good." He hums appreciatively before he shivers, "Oh, so good. And I also be ah wantin' ta try things ta be ah helpin' ya break this hold thing. An, well, I just really be ah wantin' ta touch ya."
She shudders even as she hides her face in her knees silent for a long moment before she looks up at him from under her hair. "I-" She chews her lip. "You- But you know." Her low lip trembles slightly, "You've seen it. Why would-"
"Ya be ah talkin' scars?" He asks quietly.
She ducks her head, pulling her knees closer.
"Ya be right, I have been ah seein' yer scars." He frowns before he stands up. "An' I do be ah guessin' that ain'nah bein' fair." He walks around her workroom, collecting candles before he starts setting them up around their spot on the floor.
She lifts her head at the rummaging and tilts her head to the side in confusion as she watches him curiously. "What are you doing?"
"Makin' it fair." He explains as he lights the candles, bathing the area in a much brighter light than was normal for the room.
"Fair?"
"Aye." He nods as he kicks his boots off and pulls his jacket off, "It be only fair that since I be ah seein' yers, ya be ah seein' mine." He unbuckles his pants, shimmying until he can step out of them before he pulls his ripped tank above his head, "Would that be ah feelin' fair?" He asks as he starts unraveling the bandages around his chest.
Her eyes sweep over him in appreciation before she shifts in discomfort and looks away. "Fair?" She breathes out, "Or playing?" Was he messing with her?
Why would-
"I ain'nah playin'." Harry furrows his brow as he slips his boxers off and walks, naked, into the center of the candles to stand beside her, "I can be seein' it be ah botherin' ya that I be ah seein' yer scars, so now ya can be ah seein' mine." He sits beside her before he lays back.
She blinks at him before she hesitantly releases her knees and rolls to them. Her hands drop to the floor to brace herself before her eyes slowly sweep over him a low growl leaving her as her gaze steadies on the angry marks still marring his skin from when they'd been ambushed.
"Do I be ugly to ya then?"
"No." She frowns, "Not at all." She caresses the edge of one of the marks softly.
"I ain'nah bein' less to ya cause me skin ain'nah bein' all pretty?"
She shakes her head as she traces an older scar.
"Ya sure? I have been ah called many names, an' scars ain'nah really fittin' with me Pretty Boy name." He sighs as he watches her, "If ya be wantin' to call them ugly ya can."
Her thumb caresses another over his abdomen. "But they aren't..." They just made him look more.
Just more.
"It ain'nah bein' what I be thinkin' when I be looking at you either." He explains as he reaches up to palm her cheek in one hand, "Scars can be ugly, but that don'nah be meanin' we that be havin' them be ugly."
She shifts as she averts her eyes from him. "But," She bites her lip. "I-"
"I can be lettin' ya look at that." He grins before he rolls over.
She blinks as a small smile tugs at her lips from his teasing.
She didn't know what this was.
It didn't seem like a game. She knew that Harry could be a vain creature, so it didn't make sense for him to display himself in such a way for something so cruel.
But if that wasn't why- What could he-
Oh. She closes her eyes as she takes a deep breath.
T.
The realization slightly stung, but-
Once the thought was in her head everything seemed to click.
How many years had Harry spent chasing her brother to get nowhere?
How many times had he made advances to just get shut down?
How many weeks had he spent-?
Again she slams the door down.
Why else would he be so okay with a girl having so many scars?
Be okay with touching someone so dirty?
So willingly used?
Stupidly used?
That had to be it.
Sure he was making progress with T, but she doubted her brother would be interested in sex any time soon.
And she knew he only teased Harry in such a way because he thought it was funny… She chews her lip.
And she hadn't exactly made it a secret that he set a fire in her belly.
So… She was just the next best thing.
Nothing else really made sense.
Well, that wasn't exactly true.
She knew without a doubt that Harry never wanted them taken away again. If nothing else she felt like they accepted her as part of their family no matter how much it confused her.
Knew he wanted them to be able to break whatever kept them still when trapped in a hold.
And she was okay with that.
Harry wiggles his hips before he looks back at her over his shoulder, "I ain'nah bein' sure how many scars me ass be havin', last I were checkin' it were none though." He grins up at her, "But Uma did be ah gettin' me good with her whip once."
She can't help her smile as her eyes sweep over him, "Still none." She assures him as she relaxes slightly.
Harry flips to his back again as he stares up at her, "Do this be makin' things fair? I be ah meanin' it Love, I want ya comfortable with me. Want ya ta not feel at ah disadvantage like. An' I mean, feel free ta be explorin'."
She bites her lip as her eyes sweep over him. "I…," She shifts, he was being so sweet. And was pretty much- no, was baring everything for her.
She just didn't know what to do with the offer.
Harry bites his lip before he pulls his hands over his head, linking his fingers together before he cups the back of his head. "It only be seemin' fair that if we're gonna be doing touch practice, an' if that be all ya be wantin' ya just have ta be tellin' me, that you can be tryin' with me first. I trust you. I know if I don'nah be likin' somethin' all I be havin' ta do it let ya know. Want ta be practicin' on me first? Show me what ya be comfortable with me doin' to ya?"
She swallows as she watches him curiously, "Um..." She bites her lip, "I-" Huh.
She wasn't sure she'd ever been struck speechless before. Voiceless.
Physically struck for speaking out of turn. But never floored by a few simple questions. Heat flares her cheeks. She hesitantly nods.
Harry nods slowly before he lets his head relax into his hands, "I be ready then."
She shifts before she slowly closes the distance between them.
"You're sure?" She can't help but to ask.
She'd always dreamed of touching him. Of him touching her- But now that the opportunity had actually presented itself… She swallows. What was she supposed to do?
"Aye Love," Harry smiles up at her, "I be wantin' this."
She did too.
Like so bad- So what was stopping her?
"An' you bein' comfortable be important to me."
She chews her lip before she takes a deep breath and nods. Her hands slowly coming up to brush his arms.
He'd called this an experiment.
Had said he trusted her.
Wanted her to be comfortable.
She runs her hands up and downs his arms curiously. It was weird. Uncomfortable. To be the one leading.
But- She appreciated the sentiment. She relaxes further as she traces her fingers over his arm.
What she would be comfortable with him doing to her.
What would she be comfortable with him doing to her?
She swallows before she presses closer and kisses the crook of his neck.
She trails small kisses up his neck to his ear and slightly nips it. Her hands moving from his arms to caress his sides before they settle on his hips.
She narrows her eyes thoughtfully before she moves her lips back down his throat and swirls her tongue over his pulse.
She shifts, could she-
Her eyes sweep over his face before she shifts to straddle his waist.
She watches as Harry bites his lip, but when he doesn't say anything she goes back to kissing his throat before she pulls back to kiss him, bracing herself on either side of his head.
She slowly deepens the kiss as her hands cup the back of his neck and bites his lip gently, experimentally.
"I just-" She whispers before she lightly tugs his hair. "Sorry."
"This ain'nah bein' somethin' I ever be wantin' ya ta be sayin' sorry for." Harry assures her through a moan, his hips lifting her a few inches off the ground before he relaxes again, "Like ever, Love. Ya can be doin' this ta me whenever yer heart be sirin'."
Her pulse picks up as her cheeks feel like they're on fire all over again as she squeezes the back of his neck reflexively. Something about the way he moved beneath her emboldening her before she carefully continues her exploration thoughtfully.
She runs her hands up his arms before she hesitantly takes his wrists and pins them as she goes back to kissing his neck.
She wasn't really sure what she liked, but with Harry, she was pretty sure her biggest hurdle was going to be plucking up the courage to undress… Besides that, she was sure she trusted him in the same way he was trusting her.
Still, she avoids his chest.
She shifts her hips to trail kisses down his stomach, slowly inching her way back down his-
She stills when she feels something rub against her leg.
"Oh, I uh, guess I should have been ah warnin' ya 'bout me ship ridin' the tide."
But that was good, wasn't it? That she was able to-
"I can be ah shiftin' it like if it be makin' ya uncomfortable."
She blinks at him.
She didn't have one of those and she couldn't help her curiosity. Did it taste the-
She slams the door back down as she shifts further down his legs.
No. He was not ruining this for her too.
This was her choice.
This wasn't about him.
This was about her.
About Harry.
About satiating her curiosity.
And she wanted to know, damn it.
Without thought, she takes his base in her hand before she swirls her tongue over his head experimentally.
Harry's eyes widen as his hips and legs twitch under her, "Love, I gotta be ah sayin' I were'nah expectin' that, but I ain'nah sayin' stop either. Just, you sure?"
She blinks, "Sorry I j-"
"Nah- No, no," Harry props himself up on one elbow as he shakes a finger at her, "No, this ain'nah bein' ah sorry. I be likin' it, likin' it ah fuckin' lot, but, I'm just makin' sure yer okay with it."
She blinks, it tasted different than she'd expected. In a good way.
And if he didn't mind- she strokes him again. Enjoying the way he groaned. The way he twitched.
The way he fell back to the floor.
The way his hips rose to meet her rhythm, even if it did look like he was fighting to stay still.
Finding satisfaction in it, the way it fanned the fire in her belly.
She smiles before she takes him back in her mouth.
This wasn't nearly as awful as-
No. No she refused to compare.
It was just-
This was her choice.
And honestly? She kinda appreciated it.
Getting a choice. Being able to choose to do this.
Relished the noises it was eliciting from him, Harry as her hand pumped in rhythm with her mouth. Her tongue probing when she realized it made him make different types of noises.
"Love-" She hears Harry's gruff voice, but she was too focused on enjoying the feel of him in her mouth.
Against her tongue.
Throbbing in her hand.
"Love, I ain'nah sure ya be-"
She glares up at him when she realizes he'd propped himself up and was attempting to catch her face with one hand.
She boldly presses against him to lay back down.
"Okay, I be gettin' the message." A smile slowly spreads on Harry's lips, "I were just wanting ya ta know ya be havin' me close ta releasin'."
She nods, her eyes leveling with his as she continued.
She didn't want to stop.
Everything else was different-
She wanted to know.
Harry gulps air as he lays back down before his hips start jerking under her again.
"Fuck Faustina, it did'nah be takin' ya long ta be gettin' me back ta-"
The rest was incoherent around his moan.
She doesn't even get a chance to taste it as heat hits the back of her throat and she swallows, but with one swirl of her tongue, she gets her answer.
She looks up to find Harry breathing deeply with a huge grin on his face as he watches her.
She smiles, "Thank you."
"Sea Gods, what ya be thankin' me for Love? I need ta be thankin' you, that were-" He lets his head fall back to the wooden floor, "That were bein' amazin' be what it were bein'."
"For sating my curiosity."
"You can be satin' yer curiosity with me anytime ya be feelin' it." One hand paws blindly at the ground, as if he were searching for her.
She frowns, that's what it was right? A summons? She narrows her eyes before she slowly shifts and moves to lay in the spot he was patting.
"I were havin' ah point afore I be findin' ah paradise in yer lips." He explains as his hand lightly runs over her arm before he intertwines their fingers, "But I be damned if I can be rememberin' what we be even talkin' 'bout."
She can't help her smile as she turns to watch him, as she absently traces a pattern against his stomach.
"Ya be feelin' up ta me gettin' ah chance ta be touchin' you?" Harry asks as he turns his head, his intensely pale blue eyes watching her carefully.
She chews her lip. Oh yeah, that had been the point of- She slowly nods.
Harry smiles before he sits up, "Let me get rid of the candles then." He whispers before he kisses her temple.
"Really?" She looks up at him hopefully.
He rolls to his knees as he catches her jaw in his hand and rubs his thumb along her cheek, "I know you don't like your scars, so I'm not going to force you to, well, I'm not going to really force you to do anythin', but I'm not goin' ta make ya deal with 'em like that. Not because I don't like them, but because I know you don't," He presses his lips to her forehead, "understand?"
She nods, "Thank you." She responds softly.
She watches as he walks around the room, heedless of his nudity as he blows candles out and carefully collects them to place back on her table.
She chews her lip as she watches him. Was she- She was supposed to take her layers off now, right?
"Ah! I be rememberin' what I were wantin' ta say." Harry grins as he walks back to her and kneels in front of her, taking both of her hands in his. "Scars only be tales o' when ya be stronger than what were tryin' ta kill ya, Love. I don'nah be wantin' anyone adding more to the beautiful canvas o' ya, but if you do get more, it just be ah meanin' me Pirate Princess be unstoppable." He tenderly guides her closer before he brushes a soft kiss over her lips, "Aye?"
She frowns. Tales of when- She didn't feel stronger for them. And she damn well knew that T didn't either. But-
They did survive, didn't they?
Survived that place.
Survived him.
Them.
She reaches to brush her hand over the burn above her breast. The CF Harry had burned off.
Even if they weren't- Their family was.
They never would have survived that without- Her eyes sweep over Harry, "Aye." She nods as she tilts her head to kiss the corner of his lips.
She didn't necessarily have to agree with it one hundred percent, but it was definitely a way to look at it that she hadn't thought of before.
And at the very least she could appreciate that. She smiles up at him.
"That be me Pirate Princess." Harry whispers against her lips before he leans back, "It be okay ta be keepin' the rest lit, or would you rather I put them out?"
She looks around the dimly lit room as she shifts. "Can I change my mind later?"
Harry nods, "Aye Love, anythin' you be wantin'."
She chews her lip, "I think I- I want to try it like this then…"
"Then just be lettin' me know if that be changin'." Harry kisses her forehead.
"Thank you," She leans to nuzzle against him.
She never would've guessed a Hook to be so patient. Let alone their Hook. But she appreciated it. Appreciated it so much.
"Should I be helpin' ya out o' ah few layers? Or do ya be wantin' ta keep 'em?"
Heat flairs her cheeks all over again, "Um… I, help please?"
He smiles as he helps her, carefully pulling each layer off one by one as she grabs them.
Hoodie. Several overly large shirts. A slashed up shirt that looked a lot like one of Harry's.
Before she realizes it she's down to her bindings and pants.
She looks up when she feels Harry slowly leaning her back.
"Ya wanna start like this? Or ya be okay with losing the pants too?" Harry asks before he runs his thumb along her waistband.
Was she? She swallows as she meets his eyes once again appreciating how little judgment she found in them before a small shy smile tugs at her lips, "I trust you." She whispers as she arches her back enough to lift her hips.
"I ain'nah gonna be lettin' ya down." Harry promises before he hooks his fingers into the waist and carefully pulls, gently guiding them down her legs, "If ya ain'nah likin' somethin', I be ah needin' ya ta be tellin' me. An' if ya be wantin' ta stop, just be ah tellin' me. I promise I be ah stoppin'." He smiles as he pulls her pants off in a fluid motion.
She bites her lip as she nods, "Yes, sir." She shifts resisting the urge to curl into a ball.
He didn't mind T's scars.
She trusted him.
Knew he'd stop if she asked him to.
Would probably stop if she so much as stilled.
She could do this.
Wanted to do this.
Needed to do this.
For so many reasons.
Harry groans as he lays along her side, his heat radiating against her in the coolness of the room as he props himself up on one elbow to look down at her.
He slowly rests a hand over her stomach, "Ya be breath takin'. Scars or no. The way ya be ah healin' nicely be like magic when I did'nah even be knowin' if ya were gonna be makin' it."
She blushes as he bends to press a soft kiss just below her belly button, "I be takin' yer scars any day that be meanin' I be gettin' ta keep ya."
"I'd rather the scars than the thought of leaving you." She whispers, unable to meet his gaze.
"I'll be ah takin' that gladly." Harry grins as he lightly trails his fingers up her sides.
Her breath hitches as she shivers. That was new. New and pleasant. She couldn't recall a time touch had ever felt so good. "Thank you," She breathes out softly.
"Feel nice?" Harry asks, the proud set of his shoulders telling her he already knew the answer.
Warmth floods her cheeks as she nods, the bats in her stomach going wild.
Nice didn't even begin to cover it.
"An' if it don'nah be feelin' good you'll be ah lettin' me know?" Harry asks as his hand cups the back of her neck.
An unfamiliar noise leaves her throat, her back straightening as heat floods her belly. "Yes," Her voice both tighter and higher as she shifts at the pleasant discomfort.
Harry grins before he presses their lips together, "That be me Pirate Princess." He whispers without releasing her.
She deepens the kiss as she drapes her arm around his waist and pulls herself even closer.
She didn't feel much like a pirate. Or a princess. But she still loved the nickname. The encouragement.
She pouts when he eventually pulls away and starts working at the knot holding her bindings together.
Her stomach flips as she sucks in her breath.
Harry lets out a noise of appreciation once he manages to slip the fabric loose and can gently pull the strip away. He bends, pressing his lips to a spot just below her ear before he trails soft kisses down her jaw.
Then her throat.
Her breath hitches as he makes his way down her chest, one hand massaging her shoulder as the other follows the heat left by his lips.
She shifts at the touch as heat spreads through her stomach as she bites her lip. She shivers at the light brush of his knuckles.
She wasn't sure she'd ever been so hyper-aware of her senses. Every breath filling her nose with his distinct scent. Clove. God how well the oil went with his natural scent.
She gasps when Harry's lips brush over one nipple as his hand cups her other breast. Heat pools in her lower belly as her hips lift slightly at the sensation before her hands curve around the back of his shoulders.
New and pleasant.
That seemed to be the theme of tonight.
And as embarrassing as it was, as shameless as she was acting, she was loving it.
His lips curve into a smile against her skin before she feels his tongue dart out to swirl over the peak of her breast
God. He was so- Mmmph.
Her stomach flips at the sensating as a keening noise that leaves her throat as her back arches at the sensation.
At the look in his eyes.
She wasn't sure how to describe it. But-
She'd seen it.
Had drawn it.
Loved it.
And the fact that he was looking at her with it?
She shivers.
Eventually, though it still felt too soon, Harry moves on, trailing kisses down her belly as his hands continue to knead her chest.
Her breath catches in her throat as he reaches the band of her boxers, but he only shifts further down, her breast cold in the wake of his hand, to continue kissing down one thigh.
The knot that had formed in her belly loosens as she watches him.
When his lips move to the inner part of it, it feels like her breath is stolen from her. Her hips move at the new sensation as she sucks in a breath.
Harry shifts to hover over her, one finger lazily trailing the band of her boxers as he bites his lip seductively, looking at her as if waiting for permission.
Her heart skips a beat as her fingers curl against the wood.
Was he?
She looks up, their eyes meeting.
Trust.
She trusted Harry.
Trusted him more than she trusted herself. But still…
She chews her lip uncertainty.
It was hard to ignore the fire in her belly flaring at the heat in his eyes.
He wouldn't do anything to hurt her.
She knew that.
Knew that with everything she was.
That's not what scared her.
Everything had felt so good. So fucking amazingly good.
But what-
She takes a deep breath.
-if.
If it hurt, if whatever he was thinking hurt- She knew he would stop.
She holds on to that knowledge as she lifts her hips.
Harry grins down at her as he carefully slides them off before he moves closer and presses his lips to her's.
Her cheeks heat up at her sigh of relief as she moves her arms around his neck to settle in his hair before she tilts her head back to deepen the kiss, her pulse back to racing.
"Ya be a sight, an' I be relishin' the chance ta be tellin' ya that often as I can." Harry whispers against her lips before she feels the tip of his tongue glide over them, "Havin' ya here be a treat worth waitin' for."
Her stomach clenches oddly in the best of ways, her fingers curling in his hair as she smiles up at him uncertainly.
Waiting-
Oh.
T.
He'd been chasing T for forever.
Still- Hearing those words from him- Even if they weren't for her-
She pulls him closer and kisses him deeply.
-was better than anything she could ever hope for.
Harry pulls back, smiling down at her before he pecks her lips once and then slowly kisses down her throat again.
She releases his hair to grip his shoulders again shifting at the pleasant discomfort. Her cheeks on fire when her legs reflexively spread wider.
But he didn't seem to be in a hurry.
His lips brush over skin as his hand cups the breast that held his attention during his first pass while his tongue swirls over the other.
Once again she finds herself arching.
God.
She wasn't sure why she was starting to feel-
Desperate?
But she was.
Harry's moan of pleasure sends tingles down her spine as he continues to suck her nipple.
His free hand lightly trails up and down her side while the other tweaks her nipple, lightly rolling and gently pinching.
"God," She breathes out, her legs twitch strangely as her hips lift and she sucks in another breath. Her breaths become shorter and heavier as she struggles to think.
Harry's soft chuckle sends another wave of tingles down her back, but before she can say anything he continues kissing down her chest.
Past her belly button.
Her exposed abdomen.
His kisses just above her pelvic bone before he adjusts, settling between her legs before he takes one of her hands and laces their fingers together.
Their eyes meet as she squeezes his hand.
Something about the position was making muscles that she didn't know could clench do just that.
And it felt amazing.
Her head tilts in confusion when he slowly slips a finger between his lips, his blue eyes never leaving her face as he sucks it before he pulls it back out.
It glistens in the soft candlelight before he lightly presses his dry fingers to her abdomen and slowly finishes the trail he was following.
She's confused when she realizes she's trembling as she adjusts her hips.
She didn't feel scared.
She felt hot.
Desperate for something she couldn't name.
So why was her body responding like she was?
"Harry?" She asks softly, feeling lost and unsure what answer she was seeking as the uncomfortable pleasure grew in her belly while she squirmed.
Harry's hand freezes over her legs, making her hips lift again as a whimper leaves her lips
She takes a breath when he squeezes their joined hands, "Aye Love?"
She stares into the calm pools of blue, unable to find any frustration or anger hidden in their depths.
Just care. Concern.
Love?
She shakes her head, "Sorry- I just-" She lets out a small huff before she narrows her eyes thoughtfully.
Why was she suddenly feeling frustrated?
Frustrated and lost.
"Do ya be wantin' me ta be stoppin'?"
"No!" She immediately shakes her head.
However once the action registers her cheeks catch on fire all over again.
Harry's eyes widen before he grins, "Oh, it ain'nah stoppin' yer interested then? Does me Pirate Princess wish ta be plundered then?" He asks with a wicked wink.
She blinks.
"Plundered?" What was he wanting to steal?
He already had everything.
"Oh aye." Harry bites his lip as he looks her over, "See, pirates always be lookin' for treasure, an' I happen ta know ya be ah hidin' a pearl an ah treasure spot that I can'nah be waitin' ta find."
She shivers at the promise in his tone.
"Ya be wantin' me ta show ya?"
She nods emphatically.
Harry sucks on his finger again before he cups the heat between her legs, making her back arch as the tingles intensify.
And then he slides a finger over her-
All thoughts are forgotten at the sensation.
"God!" She cries as her back arches.
"Pearls be ah fun treasure, aye?" Harry grins as he continues to play with the spot.
The noise she makes is inarticulate as she squirms beneath him as a strange type of excitement washes over her. Her fingers on her free hand curled as they scraped across the wood in desperation to grip something as the other squeezed Harry's hand tightly.
She catches his smile as he squeezes her hand before his fingers slip free and he shifts.
"But if I be wantin' ta find the treasure spot, I'll be needin' me fingers." He explains before his head dips and she feels his tongue flick the spot his finger had just been.
"Harry!" She squeals in pleasure as her hips jerk in response. Her muscles clench as a swell of heat pools. Her hands move to press against the floor board as she arches in surprise. "Fuck!"
"I personally be findin' hair be ah good thing ta be holdin' onto me Pirate Princess." Harry chuckles before he returns his attention to her apparent pearl.
He doesn't need to tell her twice as her fingers move through his hair and curl into it, her knees pulling to her tighter even as they spread further.
All questions-
All fears of Uma and Deez liking the act were gone.
Along with the rest of her thoughts.
"God!" She swallows a gulp of air as her hips lifts again.
She shivers as Harry moans, the sound vibrating against the sensitive spot as she tugged against his hair.
She bites her lip to swallow her-
Her hips lift to better meet his mouth desperately.
-scream.
Her stomach flips.
She'd had no idea something could feel so- A delightful shiver runs up her spine.
She never thought Harry would make her scream.
Her fingers tighten when she feels a finger gently pressing into her, her stomach tensing as she waits.
But the pain never came.
Harry's tongue flicked and swirled while his finger slowly moved inside her, fanning the growing desperation.
She'd never, ever, ever thought something sliding into her would feel good.
And in a way she was kind of right.
Because this? Whatever Harry was doing?
It felt agonizingly amazing.
Her breaths quickly turn into short gasps as her hips jerk and she finds herself squirming again with a keening whimper.
And then Harry finds a place that feels so utterly amazing.
A place she never knew she had.
T was going to kill her if-
There was no- She quickly releases one hand from Harry's hair as she bites down to muffle a scream as her hips rock of their own volition.
Rise and fall to match the gentle rhythm Harry set.
And then faster.
He hits her treasure spot, as he called it, or damn she hoped that's what that was.
She wasn't sure she could handle him finding another place that somehow felt even better.
Her new found desperation swells as she screams against her knuckle.
Writhing.
She was writhing. With pleasure.
Pleasure!
Not pain.
Harry was right.
Uma was right.
The expressions on all their faces had been right.
This-
Touch.
It felt- There weren't words.
"Harry!?" She whines in frustration as she moves beneath him, not sure what she was looking for, but wanting it.
Wanting it so badly.
"Just enjoyin' the build up, Love." Harry grins up at her wickedly before he dips his head again.
Build up?
Build up of what?
Was that what the desperation was.
She bites down to cover the surprised scream as Harry starts moving faster.
Starts sucking the spot between flicks and swirls.
Does something different with his finger inside of her.
Every muscle from her belly down clenches. Again and again and again as she frantically keeps up with the pace.
Oh.
Building!
She grips his hair tighter as she bites down harder to- She'd never felt so fucking-
Her eyes widen as she suddenly stills, her whole body shuddering rebelliously as her mind clicks on a horrifyingly familiar sensation.
God no!
Not while-
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment, "Harry-stop-stop-stop!" She cries in concern and fear as she pulls back.
She wasn't sure where the sudden urge to pee had come from, but no way in hell was she-
Her entire body twitches and revolts as she draws away from him trembling with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment as she quickly looks around for clothes.
Close to tears of shame and confusion.
"Hey now, be talkin' to me Love." Harry's arms close around her as he pulls her to his chest, "I stopped, I be sorry, but be ah talkin' to me, please."
"No-No-Don't be sorry that was- Mmmf," She blinks, "but-" She bounces with desperation, her skin still so sensitive to his touch, "I just-" She wasn't sure Deez's fire had ever burned hotter than her face right now- "Igottago."
"Where ya be ah havin' ta go?"
She ducks her head, frustrated and embarrassed. "Thebathroom." She rushes out quietly. "Please, I'msorry."
Harry blinks down at her, "Oh, ya be feelin' like ya be needin' ah piss?"
She nods.
"I had ya so close ta yer release." He pouts.
"Harry!" She squirms desperately, "Please! Ireallyhavetogo."
Harry lifts his hands away, letting out a sigh in the process, "I don'nah be thinkin' ya do though, Uma were tellin' Deez that be kin'ah how it be feelin' when girls be close ta releasin'."
She blinks, hoodie half over her head before she stops pulling it on.
Is that what? "So, I- But-" She stutters in confusion, her entire body still shuddering.
Like it was aching for his touch.
"Areyousure?"
"Aye Love, sorry I did'nah be thinkin' ta warn ya." Harry rubs the back of his head.
She bites her lip, as she holds her lower belly, "Cause- Areyousure, sure?" She asks as she looks from him to the door. "CauseI'veneverfeltitthisbadbefore."
And she felt like if she actually tried walking she'd fall.
Harry walks the few feet separating them before he wraps his arms around her again, "Love, I promise, it were me havin' ya close ta ah release, like what ya be givin' me."
That's what- But it felt- But it'd come on so suddenly- And-
But Harry would know. And it's not like he'd lie.
And it was better than the thought that she'd peed herself.
Cause she could feel the warmth of liquid running down her thigh.
And she was still, needy?
Still felt desperate.
She looks up at him before she quickly wraps her arms around him and ducks her head into the crook of his shoulder. "Oh." She felt like crying from frustration and embarrassment as she gripped onto him.
"Oh like I can be finishin' what I be startin'?"
"Ium, please? Sorry, but." She shifts, her eyes widening when she feels him hard all over again. "I can take care of that first." She blinks up at him even as her hand caresses his length.
"I be believin' ya already be takin' care o' me once, an I ain'nah one ta thump me nose at pleasurin' me Pirate Princess."
She blushes and buries her head, "I'm sorry- It-I really really really liked it."
Understatement.
Harry's head tilts to the side before he grins, "Well, if that be how ya be feelin', maybe ya be up ta tryin' us pleasurin' eachother at the same time?"
She looks up at him and nods her head. "Can we now please then?" As she presses into him and rubs against him. "Please? Cause I'd likethisfeelingtostopnow please. It feels-frustrating."
"I ain'nah being the one who be putin' on clothes." Harry reminders her with a chuckle.
She blinks.
Oh yeah.
"But I also don'nah be mindin' pullin' 'em off ya either." He whispers against her ear.
She shudders as she feels more warmth spill down her leg as she moans.
Harry grins as he pulls the hoodie up and over her head while nipping at her chest, her whole body jolting with pleasure.
He guides her back to the center of the room before he lays back, guiding her to straddle his waist, but facing away.
She narrows her eyes as she tilts her head. What type of position was-
All thoughts stop as his hardness brushes against her leg, before she readjusts and takes him into her mouth.
Harry groans as his hips thrust up, "Sea Gods Love!" He moans as his hands settle on her hips before she finds herself moaning as she's yanked back.
"I be sayin' we be doin' it at the same time." Harry reminds her before she feels his finger slip inside her again.
God! She gasps taking him deeper into her mouth as her whole body goes back to shuddering. One hand wrapping around the rest of him before her other braces her weight.
The pleasure from having him filling her was distracting in a way she never would've expected as she feels more warmth pour from her.
And the way he was pumping his finger in and out of her-
She grips him tighter as she swallows, letting her tongue lick down the length of him.
When she could focus.
Which he was making difficult, more and more so with every motion.
When his thumb strokes her pearl she can't stop herself, happy that his length muffles her scream.
She grumbles when she feels Harry slide her back even further, and was in the middle of adjusting her grip on him when she jumps.
Oh.
God help her.
She looks back over her shoulder.
He was! He was using his tongue again.
She moans as she settles her lips back around him.
Until she can't focus anymore.
She can't help the way she stills when the now familiar urge starts to build.
She tries to pull back, afraid of hurting him though her hands tighten around his thighs. Her head braced between them. She trembles, biting her lip as more warmth pours down her thighs. Her legs twitch as the muscles around his tongue start to tighten deliciously before relaxing, the contractions hitting sporadically.
The whine in her throat turns desperate. Her breath comes out shorter as he slides one arm around her, pinning her in place as the sensation continues to drive her wild.
And then his lips are around her pearl.
Her eyes roll back as she falls to her elbows losing all sense of self when he sucks.
Jesus!
She stiffens as her muscles contract on the border of pleasure laced with the most luscious of pains as she feels more of the warm liquid pour out of her.
A primal cry of pure euphoria rips from her throat as she feels him thrust his finger in while he continues to plunder her pearl.
She loses all sense of balance, holding on to him as her vision goes white before she lets out another unbidden cry.
"That-" He pants as he helps lower Faustina to the floor before he curls up beside her, "be ah release." He smiles, still trying to catch his breath from the second release she gave him.
Faustina nods through her own pants as she turns on her side to rest her sweat-slicked forehead against his chest still trembling from the aftershocks.
They lay there trying to catch their breaths, and he traces patterns on her back with his fingertips.
He couldn't stop smiling.
Couldn't loosen his arms around her.
He-
She'd wanted him to touch her.
Wanted him.
But more than that, she trusted him.
Trusted him to be this close.
Be that intimate.
Vulnerable.
It was a huge step, and one he was happy to be able to take with her.
She lets out a contented moan as she nuzzles into his shoulder and tucks her head in the crook before she wraps an arm around him to pull herself flush against him.
"That were-" He mentally groans at his giggle, "That were bein' amazin', thank you fer lettin' me keep goin'."
She turns to peek up at him, "I'm pretty sure I should be thanking you." She breathes out before she nuzzles and squeezes him.
He grins before he presses his lips to her forehead, wanting to put an end to the back and forth thanking before it could start.
Like they should ever have to thank someone for making them feel good.
Well, not like that at least.
"Love, I be tryin' ta thank ya for trustin' me."
"Oh," He feels his chest warm. "I- You're someone worth trusting."
He hugs her to him tighter, "An I won'nah be wreckin' that, I can be promisin' ya that."
She tilts her head up and presses a kiss to the corner of his lips, looking puzzled as she slowly pulls back and licks her lips curiously before a smile spreads on her lips. "I believe you."
"Good." He rolls to his back, taking her with him as he keeps her tightly pressed to his chest.
She giggles as she wraps her arms around his neck and nuzzles him again.
"So then-" He quickly covers a yawn with one hand, "Ya be lettin' me stay?" He rubs his chin over her hair before he looks over at her table, "Or ya be needin' yer space ta be ah workin'?"
"I-" She glances up at him chewing her bottom lip looking torn. "I-" She sighs, " I'd love for you to stay, especially after that-" She pouts, "But some of what I need to do can get a bit loud and you deserve some real sleep after today."
"Ah, ya be ah pickin' up on the fact Uma be ah trainin' me ta be ah bit o' ah light sleeper then." He chuckles.
Damn Kraken and her morning drills and scare tactics.
"It's good for you," She up and kisses the corner of his lips again as she caresses his jaw. "If T doesn't come back tomorrow, I'd love to sleep with you then if the offer still stands." She kisses his chest. "Maybe work on more touch practice? I think I've got some ideas of my own now." She blushes with a shy smile.
"Oh, I be down for that." He bites his lip as he looks her over, "When ya be wantin' me ta be comin' ta check on ya?"
She chews her lip as her brow furrows thoughtfully. "I-" She pouts as she rubs her cheek against his,, Sometime in the evening I guess. If that's okay? Unless for whatever reason I'm needed sooner." She bites her lip thoughtfully before she sighs and rests her head on his shoulder with a little huff. .
"I can just be ah carryin' ya back up ta bed." He teases before he presses his lips to her's, "Can'nah be leavin' ya when ya be soundin' so frustrated, what kin' o' number one I be?"
"Tempting, oh so very tempting." She whispers against his lips. "But, my time is limited and I really need to work on things- Not that I won't lament the missed opportunity." She sighs, resigned. She turns back up to him hopefully, "Next time?" She bites her lip apprehensively.
"I suppose I can be findin' ah way ta be livin' with that." He presses a kiss to her temple.
"I'd really appreciate it," She brushes her head against his neck before she settles on his shoulder. "Well, all of it." She whispers as she tenderly kisses his throat.
"Aye, for you I can be ah findin' the strength." He chuckles before he stands and starts collecting his clothes to get dressed, "This time." He winks at her as he pulls his boxers up.
She watches him with a lazy smile until he pulls his pants on before she looks around and throws one of T's oversized undershirts on.
Once he slips into his jacket she hugs him. "Really, thank you." She breathes out.
"Ya keep ah thankin' me, but ya should'nah be havin' ta thank me for treatin' ya the Princess ya be." He nuzzles his cheek against her hair, "I just be so damn happy ta know ya trust me that much. It be ah meanin' ah lot ta me."
She blinks up at him curiously, "We trust you with our helm more than we trust ourselves most of the time," She leans up to kiss the corner of his lips. "You've never steered us wrong."
Most of the time.
He grins.
Most of the time Faustina and T were two of the smartest people he knew, so to hear that she and T trusted him sometimes more than they trusted themselves-
It was a struggle to not stick his chest out proudly.
"I be doin' me best," He chuckles as he presses a kiss to her temple. "But, be ah havin' good luck with yer herbs an' all that." he gestures to her table. "An' I be ah seein' ya tomorrow evenin'."
She grins, "Thank you," She lowers her arms before she lightly pads over to the door, "Looking forward to it, hope you sleep well."
"Aye Princess, me too." He winks before he slips out, waiting for her to close and lock it behind him before he strides down the hall. For once not even caring that he was completely blind.
He'd been with Faustina. Been with her and helped her have her first release.
He was prouder than-
Prouder than something that was proud.
Prouder than a successful villain, and twice as real.
He grins as he makes his way up the stairs, trying to fight the edges of sleep he could feel pressing in.
He just had to make it to the bed.
So,
This legit took us three days to write.
I know it's a lot.
But we wanted to navigate it carefully, because of Faustina's trauma.
Don't have any specific questions, and sorry for those of you not interested in the actual sex scene.
I think it showed more of Faustina's depth, and was very much a pivotal point for her with a lot of growth sprinkled in.
Not sure if it was more explicit than Gil and Deez's scene or not, but I think this chapter was one of the first I actually 'led' and had to come up with the description for so… yeah, that wasn't exactly fun.
But yeah,
Would love to hear your thoughts and stuff.
Much love and appreciation
-Twisted