so i’m totally not dead whoops but i am finally over all the real life issues that overcame my holiday season to post my @descendantssecretsanta gift for @trueishcolours
Title: now i know how to play my hand Word Count: 3242 Rated: teen just because implications of d/s elements and sexual tensions Characters/Pairings: established uma/harry, uma/ben/harry getting together, minor appearance from gil, who’s the best
"You keep staring at him," Harry said. He kept working on polishing his hook, but his gaze flickered between the rag in his hand and Uma's face.
Uma shrugged, not correcting her gaze, knowing that it would drive Harry crazy. "There are worse things to stare at," was all she said, keeping the amusement she felt out of her voice.
Harry made a face, rag and hook forgotten, and he finally turned to look at Uma's point of interest.
Eyebrow raised, Uma glanced at him. "Do you disagree?"
Snorting, Harry gave her a halfhearted shrug. "Fine, he's pretty, but he's so..." He scrunched his nose, obviously at a loss on how to describe the object of their conversation.
[fake cut to ao3]
[and a link in case the fake cut doesn’t work https://archiveofourown.org/works/22092127]
hope you enjoy!
