Written for Day 12 of DearDescendants 12 Days of Holidays: Free Prompt
A click sounded, and Uma felt cold metal against her wrist. Then another click. She looked down at her wrist to see Gil had handcuffed her to Harry.
“Gil, what are you doing?” she demanded.
“I don’t like you two fighting. So you’re going to do everything together until you can get along again.” Gil smiled, looking proud of himself for his truly annoying plan.
Uma rolled her eyes. “This is so stupid. Give me that key.” She lunged for it, but having Harry attached slowed her down.
Gil put the key in his mouth.
“Don’t you dare,” Uma said.
He gulped, then made a disgusted face. “Ugh, wow, that tasted worse than I thought it would.”
Harry shook his hook at Gil. “I swear, I will cut that key out of you.”
“That’s my cue to run. See you two later.” He ran out of the captain’s cabin.
Uma was quick to follow, but when she tried at the door, she found it locked. “Damn him. That boy is messing with the wrong girl.”
“He does have a point though,” Harry said. “We’ve been fighting all week. I know the holidays are stressful for you. They are for me too, but it’s no reason for us to be at each other’s throats.”
Uma slipped the knife out of her sleeve. It was a little hard to maneuver one-handed, but she managed well enough. She pressed it against Harry’s perfect jawline. “Don’t test me, Harry. You know this isn’t about the holidays. It’s about you spending time with the bitch that tried to destroy Auradon.”
Harry held his hook under Uma’s chin, his eyes dangerous. It was a silent warning not to test him either. Both of them were more than capable of defending themselves. “Audrey’s harmless now. She just wants to have a normal life again.”
Uma didn’t even have the right to be angry, not really. Harry wasn’t her boyfriend, though she wished he was. It hadn’t bothered her before when Harry would flirt with girls or boys, mostly because they rarely flirted back. But Audrey was still talking to Harry months later. It was only a matter of time before they started dating.
“How did Gil even get a pair of handcuffs?” Uma growled.
Harry blew out a long sigh, looking sheepish. “They were a gift for you, actually. Since we’re always tying people to the mast, I thought these would be better for taking hostages.”
Uma raised an eyebrow. “You were planning to give me handcuffs for Christmas?”
Harry held up their joined wrists. “Merry Christmas.”
Uma tucked her knife away. She didn’t really want to hurt Harry, but her anger was still boiling under her skin, and being trapped in here with him wasn’t helping any.
Harry set his hook on the desk. “Uma, I think I know what this is really about. Ye’re still mad at me for kissing you under the mistletoe last week. Honestly, Uma, I didn’t mean to steal yer first kiss.”
Cheeks burning, Uma turned her head away from him. The kiss had been perfect, but it had sparked all the old feelings she thought she’d buried. She was mad at herself for falling for her first mate when it was clear he was interested in everyone but her.
“Can I give it back to you?”
Uma looked at him, incredulous. “You can’t give back a first kiss. That ain’t how it works, Harry.”
“I beg to differ,” Harry said, leaning closer to her.
She put a hand over his mouth. “Stop, you’re being ridiculous. Come on, we just need to find a way out of here. There’s got to be something in here we can use to pick the lock.”
Together they searched the cabin, but Harry kept pulling her in the wrong direction. She banged her head against the table while she was searching under there because Harry saw something on the table and tried to grab it. This whole handcuffed thing was making everything so complicated.
At her limit, Uma grasped Harry’s wrist. “You wanted a hook for a hand. This is your chance. Why don’t we just saw it off with my knife and you’ll get your wish.”
Harry backed away, cradling his hand to his chest protectively. Uma was forced to step closer to him, dragged by that damn handcuff.
“I use the hook with my left hand. It’s no good if you saw off my right one. Besides, we’d still be locked in here, and I’d bleed to death. God, I know ye’re angry, Uma, but you don’t hate me enough to kill me.”
Uma wanted to say that she didn’t hate him at all, but the words got caught in her throat. She never hesitated to make her opinions known when it concerned other people. She’d gotten a reputation for being blunt and dropping “truth bombs” as Harry called it. So why couldn’t she just tell Harry how she felt?
“Maybe we can kick down the door,” Uma said. “Gil’s probably just sitting on the deck waiting to check in on us. We get out and then we ambush him.”
“He swallowed the key, though. Don’t think we’re getting out of these any time soon.” Harry held up their linked hands.
“Guess we’ll just wait for Gil to come back. We can tell him we’ve made up, and he’ll let us out.”
“That sounds pretty boring. Maybe we should do something to entertain ourselves while we wait.”
Uma raised an eyebrow. “What do you have in mind?”
“Oh, you know exactly what I want.” He grinned at her, that devilishly handsome smirk.
Harry’s expectant expression fell. He looked like a sad puppy whose owner had abandoned him. “Ah, I see. I’m so undesirable that you can’t bear to kiss me again. Well, I shall try to make these feelings go away, but you’re going to have to give me some time.”
“Feelings? What feelings?” Uma didn’t dare hope.
“I’m in love with you, Uma. Always have been. You telling me you never noticed?”
“We’re just friends. Besides, she’s got a thing for that blue-haired princess. I’ve been giving her advice on how to catch her eye.”
Uma sighed, a smile flying to her lips. She tried to cover it with her free hand, but Harry had already seen.
He grinned. “Ohh, Uma. You were jealous, weren’t ya? Does that mean you have feelings for me too?”
Uma took her handcuffed hand and grabbed onto Harry’s. “Means I’m warming up to you. But you better be a damn good kisser.”
An hour later Gil came into the cabin with the key to the handcuffs. He’d apparently swallowed a fake key while the real one remained in his pocket. He left the key with them, though neither Harry nor Uma had any intention of leaving that room anytime soon. They were making good use of the bed, and Uma had other ideas for the handcuffs, ones that Harry would no doubt enjoy. It was going to be a very merry Christmas after all.
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