what you want most \\ harry hook (!discontinued!)

I win.

How in the world do you tell someone you've known your whole life that you forgot what being with them felt like?

Harry had the tip of his sword on my neck and his other hand at my side, barring me against the ship's edge. The blade bit lightly into my skin, not enough to draw blood, but enough to imply that blood could be drawn. I gripped the railing with both hands in a failing effort to lean away from him, his fingertips just brushing against mine with the hand he was using to trap me on my back. My own sword lay discarded hallway across the wooden planks out of my reach. This was clearly not a fight I was going to win, at least right now.

"Well, look at the pretty little bird I've caught," he leered, tightening his grip on my hand. I huffed lightly.

"You're supposed to be helping me, Hook."

"I am. Maybe I'll do this to ya tomorrow."

I snarled. "Pull anything like this, you'll be waking up at the bottom of the sea."

He pouted slightly, managing to look cute even while in position to kill me. "How're you gonna do that, sweetheart? Ya can't seem to win against me even in controlled combat."

I frowned. He was no longer cute. I quickly swung my foot under his leg, knocking him off balance, and pushed him to the floor while drawing my dagger. I dropped until I was hovering over him and brought the dagger to his neck, snatching the sword from him and tucking it in my own scabbard. "Don't test my temperament."

He glared at his sword that was now in my possession. "You don't seem to be needin' my help, sweetheart."

I stood up and tucked the dagger away, retreating from him to pick up my own sword. I grabbed it from the ground and tossed Harry his own sword. "Let's go again."

He snatched the sword out of the air in an easy motion and assumed a fighting stance. 

This is show fighting. Not a life or death situation, meant to look pretty and impressive, with feats of strength. Push them to the ground. Light gashes down their arms that bleed more than they hurt. Hold them at the neck.

Harry swung his sword towards me- parry. Thrust, parry, block, sidestep, spin, lunge, retreat, push forward, parry- like a dance I had always known, just forgotten the melody to. And a dance that worked best with a good partner. His movements were getting sloppy- I waited for the perfect moment, and thrust my sword at his head-

He caught it, swung it around, and held the blades crisscrossed against my neck again.  His lips parted in a dreadfully psychotic smile. "I missed this."

 I ducked under the swords and grabbed my own back from him. We spun around again and again until I had him against the side of the ship. He's not the only one who can pin people to things. "Missed what?"

He smiled and moved out of my grip until we stood on even footing, in an uneasy preparation for the upcoming onslaught of an enemy. We both panted slightly. He tilted his head. "You."

I laughed lightly, as we began sparring again. "Harry, are ya gettin' emotional on me?"

He grinned, as I danced backward against his blows. "Never. Merely glad to have a good sparrin' partner back."

 "Is that really all I am? A sparring partner?"

We continued making steps around the boat. "Why, does that hurt your feelings?"

Oh, it would if it was real. But I know you well enough to love you, and know you love me. I turned on my sarcasm and gave a fake sniffle. "Maybe."

He parried towards me again. "Are you gettin' emotional on me?"

I grinned. "Course not, love. I'm offended you think I care what a mangy pirate such as yourself thinks of me."

He made a few more quick steps towards me, and I continued walking back. "I don't. Just trying ta make conversation."

"Conver-" My back hit the corner of the ship. What the- fucking hell. I'm not as sharp as I used to be. Which I suppose is why we're practicing. "Were you really just tryin' to distract me?"

He took a step closer. "Did it work?"

I looked up at his disheveled persona as he stepped closer once again until I was stuck at the side of the ship. His hand moved to my hip. I blinked. "Maybe."

He grinned and leaned down to whisper against my neck. "Then I'll consider it a success." His hand on my hip squeezed slightly as his breath fanned faintly on my exposed shoulder. Well then. He's really grown into a shameless flirt, hasn't he?  His lips met my skin in a feather-light kiss. I'm sure he's held a hundred girls in this position before, but damn, the feeling of him so close to me... I arched the tiniest bit, tilting my head slightly. I could feel him smile as he gently bit my ear and whispered, "Guess what?"

You have an addiction to pinning me against things? Not that I'm complaining.  I felt his hand rise over my hip again as I whispered back, "What?"

He pulled away and held my sword above his head. 

"I win." 

Shit. I've got to stop letting him distract me. I scowled and growled at him before punching him square in the gut. I watched him stumble backward and sneered down at him.  "You're a  sneaky son of a-"

"Hey, Guys!" Gil bounded onto the boat.

I looked up and cut off my obviously appropriate sentence to Harry, as he fell to the ground, holding his stomach. My anger dissipated at Gil's sincere smile. Uma explained to me yesterday (after a decent amount of swordplay) that his mom had died while I was gone, but he still seems to have recovered well. Looks like Uma's the only one with a mom now. Maybe the rest of us can start a club.

 Harry groaned on the floor. "What is it, Gil?"

He slid over to us and held out a hand to help me over a still lying down Harry, like a princely gentleman. I took care to step on Harry's fingers. 

"Uma wants both of you back at the shope. She says she doesn't care if you're not her first mate yet, she still wants you to work." He looked downward. "And she says you deserved whatever Jackie did to you."

He groaned again and stood up. I stifled a laugh. He handed me my sword and slung an arm over my shoulder, wincing slightly. "That's certainly not true."

I used my free hand to tug on his hair. "It damn well is." Even if he's had his way with a thousand kids, he's never met a match as crazy as me. I do not- I will not fall for the same trick twice. Besides, I've got more important matters to attend to, like revenge and liberation for the isle and rehab center's residents. Although every whale has a few barnacles on its side...

It couldn't hurt, could it?

No, it most definitely could.

But I like living on the edge.

Gil led the way back to the shope, Harry and I still trailing behind him. He pulled me closer to his side with the hand still over my shoulder, but it was slowly inching down to my waist. Bastard thinks he can pull the same trick twice. 

I used my hand still in his hair to tug his face down to mine. Even in the bright sunlight, he held a darkly beautiful look, sharp edges and wild hair. I cocked my head at him and had a knowing smile take over my face. "Next time, Harry," I tilted my head, and leaned in lightly to kiss his bottom lip. I could feel surprise fade over his body as I traced a hand over his cheek. I drew back until we were a hairsbreadth apart, and breathed onto his mouth, "I win."

a/n

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