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On the Isle of the Lost, the screaming never stopped.
This was no exception.
Broken glass accompanied these screams and stomps of people near that alley. The sound of a siren seemed to be approaching, though it wasn't a police siren, of course. There would have to be police to begin with. Some red lights illuminated them from time to time, making the warmth of the shadows disappear for a moment.
For there, in one of the darkest alleys of the isle, there was more than just screams and evil.
Uma felt every corner of her body warm to the feeling of Harry's lips caressing her skin. It was something so soft and yet so dangerous at the same time.
He had her pinned against the wall of the alley, in the darkest corner. His hands traveled freely down Uma's body as he busied himself with her neck. With all the gentleness his corrupted soul possessed, he left bites here and there. And every time she made the slightest sound of pleasure, he went wild.
But the noises out there seemed to get louder and louder, as did the voices of curious children looking where they shouldn't. Uma buried her fingers in Harry's hair, unable to keep herself from glancing at the alley entrance every few moments.
"Harry..." she murmured, “I think we should go."
When he pulled away, Uma met his eyes, and the choked pleasure that hid behind them.
"Now?" The frustration was evident.
"Someone's coming,” she looked back to where the light was coming from. "They can't see us here."
˜Red light. Sirens. Baby, what's the fun without a chase?˜
Just as she said it, some kids started poking their heads into the alley. With a grunt, Harry grabbed Uma by the hand and pulled them both towards the wall at the bottom. Helping themselves with some bricks that had popped out of place they managed to climb up to the roof before anyone spotted them. But when they reached the top, the clatter of something metallic hitting the floor distracted them.
Harry's hook.
And the kids were getting closer.
Uma didn't even have time to blink as Harry jumped down again. The children clearly jumped back. Seeing the pirate's scathing gaze shielded by shadows, they ran in terror. No one wanted to be hooked that day.
Then he came back to the roof, where his captain was still waiting for him.
"Is that jumping trick new?" she teased.
Harry smiled and took two steps closer. But after realizing that they were not alone on that roof, he took one step back. Uma also seemed to be aware of the prying eyes, because she covered her neck, which was still red. Then they were back to being just captain and first mate. Just childhood friends.
Keeping it quiet was the only way. Everyone would have something to say about it. Everyone would try to take advantage of the situation if the truth was uncovered. That's why they made sure that the rumors circulating about the two of them contained only lies.
˜Headlines lyin'. I know we'll be filling every page. Keep it quiet. Everybody's got something to say. (Secrets love to escape)˜
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The arrow stuck right between Mal's eyes.
Uma's crew clapped and cheered for Jonas, who was the one who had made his best mark that afternoon. At Ursula's restaurant, the only reason there was a Mal's poster was to use it as a dartboard. Often the pirates, who were loyal to their captain, played that game. It was entertaining. Besides, whoever got the best mark had their pay raised for a week.
Jonas turned to Uma, sitting on her throne watching, and pointed at her.
"I hope that counts toward my pay this week,” he said with a smile.
She crossed one leg over the other.
"Did I hear a demand?" She said it so calmly that Jonas flinched for a moment, although the soft smile on her lips let him know she wasn't serious.
"Never, Captain, I'm just..."
But Gonzo grabbed him by the shoulders with a chuckle and pulled him back into a seat.
"It's my turn!" Desiree stood up and grabbed a knife. “This will beat your ‘mark’."
A chorus of mixed cheers and laughter responded. Meanwhile, Uma just watched and enjoyed the scenery. It amused her to watch them fight for her approval (and money).
But at some point, her gaze strayed to her first mate, who was sitting next to her with a cup of rum in his hand. As if induced, her hand traveled up to tangle in Harry's hair. He sighed in response, resembling a cat when seeking affection.
Yes, she was enjoying the scenery just fine.
"Don't you play?" she asked in a tone of amusement. Harry shot her one of those carefree smiles she was often able to feel against her own skin.
“I'd rather stay here,” with the hook, he carefully caught some of her braids and slowly slid them around the curve until he let them go. Their gazes met right after.
Oh, the eye contact. What a dangerous and lovely thing. So subtle and intimate. The promise of that which they could not be there, in front of everyone, in the lamplight.
They kept it on the low in front of everyone. There was only contact beyond rubbing and playing when they were alone. No one ever had to know what happened in the shadows. A refuge. A place where they could be themselves, without fear of what people would say.
˜We're keepin it on the low, low, low, low, low, low, low. Only touch you when we're alone, 'lone, 'lone, 'lone, 'lone, 'lone. Nobody ever has to know, know, know, know, know, know, know. What happens in the shadow-oh-ohs oh woah. (In the shadows)˜
"Ha!" The eye contact was broken and their attention was drawn to Gil, who was standing next to the poster. "I've outdone you all! Haven't I, Uma?"
The blond had driven an axe right into the center of her face.
Uma smiled.
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The thunder outside sometimes lit up the cabin.
Night fell. The crew was already sleeping deeply below deck. And the storm accompanied them like a perfect melody. They were the lightning in the rain.
They seemed desperate in that cabin, also hidden in the shadows. They were distracted between kisses while their clothes mysteriously disappeared and fell to the floor, where they looked much better. Just like Harry's hands, which looked better on Uma's waist. His hands were perfectly shaped to fit hers, as if they had been designed for each other.
At some point they fell onto the bed. Bodies, no control. Their heartbeats going through the roof, proving there was only truth in those promises whispered in the dark.
˜Your clothes, my floor (yeah). 'Cause my hands look better on your waist. Bodies. No control. We're the lighting in the rain. Heartbeat. Echo. I can feel it pound in my brain (In my brain).˜
Harry felt shivers as Uma climbed on top of him. His hands shaking from holding her close. She was the one constant in his life. Far from lust, he loved her. Fuck he did love her, to such an extent that it was dangerous.
"Uma,” he whispered against her lips after she unbuckled one of his belts. Feeling her like this, dancing on top of his body, was all his paradise.
"I know,” she murmured softly. "So do I."
Their smiles came together once more.
In the darkness, they belonged to each other. Where they longed to be most, in the shadows. The one place they called home. Fleeing from the light, where darkness covered their eyes to those who should not see.
Only heaven was watching them.
˜In the shadows you belong to me. Shadows where we wanna be.Only place that we call home.Only place I can be yours. In darkness hiding from the light. Darkness covering their eyes. Only heaven's watching.˜
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It had been a long night.
Even so, the darkness still embraced them.
Harry's warm hands drew her back to him and wrapped around her, as if he wanted to protect her from something that wasn't there. As if he wanted to hold her forever, waiting in the shadows.
His pupils were so dilated that Uma could barely see the blue of his eyes. They shared a moment in silence, hearing the rain subside just after their breaths returned to normal.
The next thing she felt were Harry's lips, leaving kisses on her skin. But this time they were not accompanied by biting or lust. This time the touch was delicate, like a caress. She loved those moments. It was when she realized that this boy was going to be her downfall. That this was the greatest craziness and folly of her life. But how she loved it. How she loved him.
"The sun will be up soon,” Harry muttered against her throat. Uma tugged his hair back up so she could look him in the eyes.
"It doesn't matter,” she shook her head with a smile. "The shadows are ours."
And it was true. The more frightening ones, the long, lurking ones that fell through the air. Those belonged to a love as reckless as theirs. The darkness, something heavy, thick and full of secrets.
Secrets that could never die.
˜Shadows long and creepin'. Fallin' through the air. Never really sleepin'. Forbidden love affair. Darkness thick and heavy. Clouded state of mind. Keepin' secrets ready. For they can never die.˜