#harrison knott

Chapter 4

“You’re a selkie?”

Sheer, utter relief animated Harrison’s entire being. Within an instant, the soft, human mask dropped. His shoulders relaxed, curving out his back, down to his feet that wagged briskly back and forth while his cheeks dimpled as they plumped out with a contented, seal-like purr. Even his eyes glittered with sea sparkle, a bright luminescent blue that broke through the glassy haze that had overtaken him. It was almost a caricature - he was more Harrison Knott, the one Cameron pictured whenever he closed his eyes, than he ever was.

And somehow, he made sense. He was real.

Gentle fingers threaded through Cameron’s white-knuckled grip, holding him steady against the debris where he sat. With a soft sigh followed by a less soft, almost manic giggle, Tova let out the tension that had been building in both of them. It was contagious. Cameron hissed between sharp laughs, voice rising with Tova as she let go and got up to test out her leg without a drop of hesitation. “No joke? You’re not shitting us?” 

Harrison nodded slowly, encouraging him along. “You know what we are”, he said. Not surprised, just giving space for the realisation to sink into Cameron’s features. 

“‘Course I do, but- Harrison, man. This is insane,” Cam muttered to himself, and then once again when Tova stood up and hopped on her perfectly healed leg.

Because that’s what this was, wasn’t it? Insane. Legends were insane. Fairytales were insane. The word barely covered the man who knelt before him. The one who could never recognise a person if they shaved or changed hats, and yet talked to individual fish like old friends.

Despite the fantastical absurdity of it all, a kind of cold, rational sobriety came over Cameron. For his whole life, Cameron Cassmore had wanted something- anything, to happen to him. Confident that when it did, he would be ready to meet it head-on. And yet on those rare occasions when he tried to manifest that something for himself, his efforts had only ever garnered another suspicious gap in his CV or a half-baked song abandoned on his hard drive. Not that he could ever honestly say he had given anything his all. It made failure that much easier to accept if he hadn’t.

And so nothing happened for years- until now. An honest-to-God, true-to-life selkie. Things like this weren’t supposed to happen to schmucks like him; however, sitting on the edge of the first town in his adult life where he could place its inhabitants by name, just as easily as he could the cheapest bar or record shop, Cameron knew something had finally, truly happened. He just wasn’t sure if he was ready after all. 

He shifted uneasily on his perch.

“I know. I know,” reassured Harrison. “That’s why I wanted to show you this place, so you could see it for yourself.”

“I would have believed you if you told me, man.” 

“Would you?” His laugh was as deep a burr as a seal’s bark.

Cameron paused for a moment. “Uh, yeah, no. Absolutely not,” he admitted, wringing‌ his wrists even as he returned the laugh. He felt dizzy. “But in my defence, I don’t think some Scottish shapeshifting mermaid is most people’s first guess.”

“Scandinavian. Dad would kill you if he heard you say Scottish.”

Cameron kicked him with a grin. “You can go five minutes without correcting me, ya know? I don’t remember my mom ever saying you were all pedants, too.”

At that, almost imperceptibly, Tova’s lips twitched as the rest of her body braced in anticipation. Normally, Cameron would divert, hammer the point home, forcing them to feel as uncomfortable as he felt at the mere utterance of his mother. But at some point along the way, the anger had simply lost its power over him. For the first time, he wanted to share it with someone else.  

Harrison seized the opportunity. “What… What did she tell you about us?” In truth, he’d never planned on ‌how to tell them. To do so would be to mistake that absolutely insane, foolhardy idea for a good one.

“Uh, only the usual stuff. They were just some bedtime stories when I was a kid”. Cam stopped to clear his throat. He felt like he was in fourth grade again, being forced to explain basic arithmetic to his teacher, who had a PhD in Maths. But Harrison smiled encouragingly, delighting in every word. If there was one thing he had learnt, it was how to keep humans talking; he just had to stay quiet and nod. 

“My father used to tell my brother and me about how you brought good luck to sailors on their way home,” Tova jumped in, taking her seat again by her grandson. “Seems silly now, but when we were coming to America, we were so afraid of the ship hitting an iceberg that we tried to stowaway in a lifeboat before we even set sail. God, he was so embarrassed when the captain frog-marched us back to our room! But after that, whenever he tucked us into bed, he told us stories about how selkies always knew where you belonged. That way, even if we sank and got separated, they’d make sure we got to our new home…” Rolling her eyes fondly at her old man, she laughed, “I always presumed he just made that one up to make us feel better and to stop us from crawling into his bed.”

Tova hadn’t thought about that journey in years. After Erik died, any moment that led to that fateful day became tainted, a black hole of ‘what ifs’ she could easily fall into for years at a time. It made only a few innocuous periods of her life safe to dwell in while she did the dishes or drove to work. Any longer and her grief would start to mould new meaning from it, requiring it to be quarantined off lest it infect other precious memories. Now, she thought of her father choosing the spot to build their home, of passing down the stories of selkies to Erik and her husband lovingly watching him play with her father’s model seals. For all the sadness those snapshots contained, they slowly formed new connections. The timeline that led her here.  

While Tova’s lips crookedly grew into an unassuming smile, Cameron bit at his. Speaking as though to himself, he held his gaze on the space boot that lay abandoned on the floor. “Mom never mentioned that one. Not long before she left, she said they never interfered and that you can only ever rely on yourself. Not some fairytales.”  

She had said it in even harsher terms, but just that admission alone made Tova’s heart ache. It had never occurred to her what comfort those stories had given her as a child until she felt it anew. Maybe if Erik had lived, Cameron would have learned that tale too, finding comfort in it rather than closing in on himself. But then again, she had an inkling of the reason behind his sudden change - she didn’t suppose a few stories really were enough,

Harrison assumed he was angry with him for trying to run away. Cameron’s mom had him dead to rights, but to know how close he had come to letting them down… It didn’t bear thinking about.

“It’s a good job octopus’s like to interfere then,” Harrison said. “Marcellus was always very fond of his cleaning staff.” 

“He told you that?” Tova asked gingerly. 

He nodded, “Of course! Not that you needed to speak to him to figure that out.” 

No, she thought. She didn’t, did she? 

“And you got him back to where he belonged, just like father said you would.” Leaning forward, Tova gave him that telltale pat again, just as she used to when he was a seal. Without thinking, he hummed into it. “And us. I think you’re rather an exceptional, spunky selkie, Harrison. Even if you are wonderfully interfering.”

Normally, Harrison wore that title like a badge of honour, but now he pulled away slowly. “I don't feel like one,” he admitted. “I can’t find my own way home, let alone help anyone else. The ring was all Marcellus’s idea, not mine… I… I was halfway out the door when he went to get it.”

A choked-off noise escaped Cameron. They both turned to him. If he realised he had made a sound, he certainly did nothing to show it. Yet his mouth carried on without him. A back-and-forth played out across his features as his lips moved in silent dialogue with his face, which responded in only the subtlest of twitches and tics. His eyes widened and then blinked as though he were erasing a thought from an Etch-A-Sketch. 

Usually, Cameron spoke and let his brain deal with the consequences later. Seeing him wrestle to keep quiet made Harrison’s heart thunder against his chest, but he had trusted him this far. When finally his face reached a stalemate, Cam murmured hesitantly, “W-Where were you going to go?” 

“Away. That’s about as much of a plan as I had. You probably already guessed, but I lost my sealskin a few months back,” Harrison surprised himself with how steadily he spoke. He sat back, straight into a puddle that soaked his jeans. Not that he cared. Resting his arms on his knees, he tried to trick his body into being as casual as possible, just as he had learned to do for the necessary ‘idle chatter’ portion of his job. “It was just before you came into town. I came to drop off some shells at the aquarium on the full moon, and when I returned, my skin was just… gone. I didn’t think it was close enough to the shore to get carried off, but I’ve looked everywhere for it. The only option I’ve got left is to travel the coast and see if it’s‌ washed up somewhere.”

“And if you don’t find it?” Cameron asked delicately, suddenly laser-focused on any reaction. “Would it suck that much to stay as a human?”

“Then…” A lump caught in Harrison’s throat, as firm and as sharp as a fishing hook. “It’s like… You know when you’re running on a treadmill? It feels like I’m at my limit, but my body keeps going just so it can stay still. Like… It’s like a shark that’s stuck in a net but has to keep moving forward to breathe.” Harrison’s voice gained traction, spilling out of him now that they knew his secret. He didn’t have the words to explain the depth of his longing; he didn’t know Cameron’s beloved Shakespeare or Ethan’s obscure bands, so instead he simply went with every word he could think of. 

“O-Or when you’re stuck at work!” he exclaimed. Giddy at putting it in human terms; maybe he really had learned a thing or two. “And you want nothing more than to get home to a dingy old camper, but you have no idea when your shift will end, or if it ever will.” 

Suddenly, his shoulders sank, and a melancholic, dreamy smile broke through. “Then other times it’s when everyone is coming around for dinner, and Ms Sullivan has her incredible fish pie in the oven. Everyone is in the kitchen together, and there’s life! So much of your amazing life filling up the house. But the door’s closed, and you’re on the other side of it all, starving. You feel you could wait forever for it, but that doesn't change the fact that you’re all alone, wasting away to nothing.”

He huffed a small, sad laugh through his nose before turning to look out across the great expanse of the water. “The ocean keeps calling to me, but I can’t go back without my skin. I can’t remember what it's like not to miss it, but every day that I stay here, I forget what it ever felt like to be…Well, me.”

“But if it’s like that, then why did you…” Cameron worried his bottom lip with his teeth, “With me?”

Harrison wasn’t sure how to respond to that. It was like being asked why he breathed or got out of bed in the morning. If his body was at one with the water, then his heart had found its reflection, one it never knew it was missing until he shared in its home and stayed in its bed just to see it smile back at him. He wished more than anything that he could simply swim in the pools of his love’s eyes forever. 

“Because when I was with you, I could forget everything else…and only remember everything that was important. I felt like myself again, but nothing’s me anymore. Not really. I don’t know how to be a human without being a seal.” 

His nose wrinkled, the way it used to when he dived to keep the water out. The sensation felt foreign in this body, so he smoothed it out, but a brisk sniff pulled it tight again. He ploughed on, not understanding what had come over him. “A-And I don’t think I can be a seal again w-without you guys.”

Suddenly, Harrison was hyper-aware of how laboured his breathing had become. Air punched its way out with every exhale and scraped against his throat with every intake. He tried to force it under control, but his face went numb. Pinpricks assaulted his skin and then his eyes. Even his chin trembled along with his nose, leaving his mouth jittering out of control. 

His voice cracked wide open with a sob. “D-does any of that make sense?”

Harrison tried to choke out a helpless please, but the word wouldn’t come. Instead, his vision blurred, apologies bubbled out of him and- 

Cameron rushed to his side, ignoring the sharp crack as his knees met the floor, and buried Harrison in a bruising hug. The selkie curled around him instinctively, burrowing impossibly further into the cup of Cameron’s shoulder despite his attempts to push him away. At the slightest movement, Cam rocked with him, following along but refusing to let go until Harrison gave in and melted into his shirt. 

“That was a lot better than your earthquake analogy,” Cameron mused, shielding the selkie’s face with his arm. A low, hollow laugh skimmed across the waves of Harrison’s hair. “Should have known no human could come up with something like that.”

After all, wasn’t that why Cameron loved him?

Fuck.

Harrison had cried before, but it had never consumed him from within. Never wracked his bones and stole his voice as it did now. He couldn’t quite get his head around the point of it. As with their choice phrase, ‘fine then, but just one’, why wouldn’t humans express how they felt? 

Like when they cried because they found something so hilarious they refused to admit it, were happier than words could contain, or needed help but were too afraid to ask. His two companions had been the hardest to understand, doing neither despite how obviously they wanted to until today. Yet he was no better. When Harrison’s body cried for Marcellus, he assumed it was from happiness at seeing him return home. Now, exhausted and terrified, he couldn’t express how he felt either.

So he wept harder, and Cameron hugged him tighter. Perhaps that was the point of it after all.

When his sobs eventually subsided just enough to breathe again, Harrison hiccuped. “I’m-”

“Shut up,” Cam shushed. “It’s me who should be sorry. S’real hard to be angry with you, ya know that?”

If his smile had made Harrison look more like himself than ever before, then this was a Harrison he didn’t recognise at all, and yet… he knew it was the one he had run away from for months.

“Oh. Um, I figured I was making it rather easy. Want me to try harder?”

“Hell no. What I want is for you never to pull that shit again.” He meant it as a joke, but it came out clipped and harsh. With a sigh, he continued more gently, “But I get it… Can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same.”

Cameron waited patiently for Harrison to collect himself, holding Tova’s steady gaze over the selkie’s head. It didn’t take a mind reader to know what she was thinking. When Harrison extracted himself with a parting pat on his shoulder, Cameron helped to pull him up to his feet. His hand jolted back when he realised it had slipped into the small of Harrison’s back. Flustered, he raked his bangs back into place, hoping Harrison was none the wiser, but the selkie was too busy clinging onto his sleeve for dear life while he reacquainted himself with having legs.

“Come, let’s make trails before we all catch hypothermia,” Tova said with a clap of her hands, her ‘dear old lady’ routine suddenly in full effect. “It’s been a long day. We’ll figure out what to do when we’re back home with a nice cup of cocoa, and I’ll see if there’s some pickled herring left over from yesterday. What do you say?”

Harrison looked hesitant, but her beaming, grandmotherly grin could move mountains. “Sure… Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let me just grab some stuff.”

Before he could embarrass himself further, Harrison bolted into the cave as fast as his useless feet could carry him, furiously wiping away his tears so that he might return to his usual bright and energetic self that they deserved to see. Cameron remained completely still, as though if he did, Tova might lose him in the darkness and leave him to pretend for just a little while longer. However, Cameron was never a lucky man.

“What are you thinking, sweetheart?” She came close and clasped his biceps to her side as though they were about to go for an afternoon stroll. But when he looked down, he saw her face wiped clean of her facade, watching him like a hawk.

He played innocent. He couldn’t do this, not now. “You mean how my boyfriend is half a seal and can talk to fish? I’m thinking about what kind of car I’m gonna get with the Netflix dough when they make the film. New house, model on each arm-”

She didn’t bite. Her voice went down another octave. “Terry showed you, didn’t he?”

Of course he did. And of course, he had shown Tova too. Terry couldn’t keep a secret to save his life, not about the aquarium, and especially not with such a tantalising mystery to solve. Despite the little ‘uh-huhs’ that even Harrison knew meant to stop talking, Terry had taken the new hire on his very first day and brought him into his strictest confidence. And yet the sight had only lingered in Cameron’s mind for as long as it took Terry to open his locker, give his pre-rehearsed spiel about how incredible it was, and then lock the door again.

But he knew what he saw, even if deep down he wished he hadn’t. It was a sealskin.

A perfectly skinned, and for Terry’s money, impossibly so, sealskin. There was no residue of the flesh that lay underneath the pelt, no imperfections common in taxidermy. Until it was tested, Terry had assumed it was an expertly made replica, but the DNA results told a different story- or so Terry kept explaining while Cameron nodded along in his quest for a pay rise. 

Terry had told him, hadn’t he? The story of how he had found it? Something about going down to document the sea-lions' mating season near the coast and coming across something buried in some alcove or another. Not for the first time in his life, Cameron wished he had paid more attention, but the timeline checked out. So did the science, the appearance, and Cameron’s rotten, fucking luck. The answer to all of Harrison’s problems had been just a few feet and one office door away. All they had to do now was just say the word, and Harrison would be happy again, exactly like they promised. 

And then he would be gone.

Cameron nodded. Once. Sure. “We have to tell him.”

"Of course we do," Tova affirmed gravely. She opened her mouth, thought better of it, and closed it again.

In the distance, Harrison bundled all of his recordings of Cameron’s gigs up in his arms, losing one, and then another, as he tried to fit a crab plushie onto the pile some kids at the aquarium had gifted him. 

Cam felt numb. Those kids had washed his filthy camper to raise the money for it. See? It wouldn’t just be you who missed him- 

“He’ll be so relieved when we tell him.” 

Tova hummed a strained affirmative, her voice trembling just like her body against the biting ocean air. Without thinking, her grandson smoothed his jacket over her, holding it in place with his arm around her back. She ignored how his fingers dug into her, as though she might disappear too.

“It wouldn’t be right to hide it. We can’t do that to him,” he repeated, hollowing himself out of all emotion to bind himself to his word. 

“No, no, of course not...” came the reply. Tova watched as Harrison shoved his book on Hawaii under his arm, then his polaroids, and stopped to give a thumbs-up. “-But this is too much for one day, don’t you think? Maybe we could do it tomorrow, make an evening of it, and really celebrate. I could make him that casserole he likes! And we can get everyone together-”

“-I don’t think I can do it if we wait.”

Cameron regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth. Earlier, Tova had truly believed it when she told him he was better than running away, and somehow, he had proven her right. But running away was nothing compared to this. After a beat, he gathered the strength to look at her, expecting to see the disgust he surely deserved. He lasted barely a second. In its place, he met his own devastation mirrored in her watery, brown eyes. He couldn’t bear it; his head snapped away, his shoulders heaving with a hard sob. 

“I lost him for just a few hours, Tova.” His mouth tasted bitter. He tried to face her again, but he could barely lift his chin before it collapsed against his chest. “It was barely ‌one afternoon, and it felt like… I can’t even describe it.”

“Like being a shark stuck in a net?” She tried to joke.

He huffed a dry laugh.

No, it was so much worse, he thought.

Before Cameron could respond, Harrison bounded out of the cave with his rucksack that burst from the seams with all his favourite and most important possessions. Triumphant, he held a fork aloft, announcing he had found his dinglehopper that Avery had sarcastically gifted him for his birthday and started to comb his hair back into place as he rushed back - his tears vanished, wiped away onto his sleeve like nothing had ever happened.

He looked ridiculous.

When Avery had given it to him, Cameron had no idea why, but he played along. He used it to style his bangs into place and fluff up his cow lick before work, all to steal a laugh from Harrison and to trick him into brushing away the remaining lugs and come close enough to steal a kiss. 

For 32 years, the most mortifying thing Cameron Cassmore could ever be called‌, was embarrassing. But for Harrison, he wished he had done one better and become the most embarrassing person Sowell Bay had ever known. Tova had called it the most romantic thing she had ever heard, but he had brushed her off, thinking it was only the place to start.

“I can’t do this. I can’t-… This isn’t fair.” 

Cam cursed how petulant he sounded, but Tova squeezed him closer. “No, it isn’t. The best fairytales often aren’t. But sometimes we can be better than even the stories we tell about ourselves.”

As they walked over the craggy beach, the path back to civilization slowly rose up to greet them between the rocks and washed-up seaweed. The mystical, primordial land where earth met ocean disappeared behind them, swallowed by the night as if it had never existed. With nothing but Cameron’s torch and the far-off lights of town to guide them, its disappearance afforded them the time to rediscover their old camaraderie like nothing world-changing had just happened, but Cameron couldn’t fall back into their natural rhythm, no matter how hard he tried. Eventually, avoidance shifted into the humans’ natural curiosity, softening any lingering incredulity into something begrudgingly practical.  

Could you not fly to Hawaii? Cameron asked. With what passport? Harrison countered. Couldn’t you just swim back home? Harrison howled at that one, although he had looked into purchasing a private boat, spending months working up the courage to click the CAPTCHA ‘are you a human?’ option, after which his hopes quickly sank as he was quoted more zeros than he had fingers.

Tova all but skipped over the driftwood, no longer needing them to prop her up as she did everything she could to hold up their spirits instead. With enough of her probing, Harrison told them everything from how Marcellus got their ring to what his favourite parts of being human were (finally being allowed into art galleries and navigating an obstacle higher than two feet) and the worst (people gave you much more free food as a seal). His weak smile only grew in strength as they stared at him in awe. It was so much better than the blank stares of fish and the bemused glares of strangers he often received, so he regaled them with stories of his life until their chatter overpowered the roar of the sea. To think after all these months, they finally knew him… How could he not tell them of his pod? The luscious Hawaiian beaches and the freshest fish a seal could ask for? But more than just wanting them to understand him, he wanted to share his family with them, especially if this was to be his last opportunity. If they thought he was amazing, just imagine if they met his parents, his sister, or the kind record store owner! So using every word he had learnt, and a few he made up, he painted a picture even grander than he had done with brush and paint.

But with each tale, the distant lights of town slowly grew brighter, welcoming them home and announcing their soon-to-be goodbye. A sense of dread filled Cameron’s chest, his heart racing as he slowed his steps to hold off the inevitable for as long as possible. When he first came into town, he could recognise Ethan’s house from a distance, the aquarium, and maybe the store if he squinted. Later, he learnt the harbour, Avery’s shop and a few choice bakeries when payday rolled by. But now? Now they were more than dots swamped by trees. Every building and road held a memory shared with Harrison, right down to the tarmac on Main Street that never got fixed and the bus that always drove past him as though he’d personally offended its ancestors. Things that would have infuriated him in the past now brought a wry smile to his face, and then something altogether more somber.

He’d never felt attached to a place before, like it was somehow a part of him, yet giving him far more than he could ever return. God, what a fucking sappy thought that was. Brad and Elizabeth would never let him hear the end of it if they could see him now, but he knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was all Harrison’s fault. No one could find joy in the little things like he did and then infect others with it. Every evening, without fail, Harrison would come home with a wild new theory on where the latest tourist had come from, or how wonderful it was that the widower, Mr McCoy, was back tending to his garden. Not wanting to be outdone, Cameron ‌reluctantly joined in. Stepping on the ‘lucky’ pothole that Harrison always jumped in when no one was looking and pointing out, normally more cynically, the parts of the town that even the eagle-eyed Harrison had missed. But despite his best attempts to stay aloof, Harrison always won in the end. The asshole even had the audacity to look so goddamn proud of Cameron when he came home, up to his knees in soil, after fixing McCoy’s old planters. 

But without Harrison there… would he have ever noticed they needed fixing? Worse, would he even have cared? 

Cameron gritted his teeth as Harrison waffled on. It was Harrison’s fault when you thought about it. What the hell was he doing moving in with him, if he knew this was coming? Or for that matter, what was Ethan playing at, butting into his business and encouraging him to go on dates? Or Avery for taking them paddle boarding? This would all be so much easier if Tova, who was happily chatting away while leaving it up to him to tear his own heart out, would just do it for him. But no, it was always down to him. His mother was right; in the end, you could only ever rely on yourself.

But hell, perhaps if his mother had shelled out for a different storybook, it would never have occurred to Cameron that he could hide it in the first place. Of course, he knew the legends of how a human would steal their sealskin to force them to stay on land. It was the same story time and time again. He had shaken his head and tutted at the villain and vowed he could never do such a thing, just like everyone else. Except that is, for his mother, who had closed the book and, with‌ a deathly calm tone, muttered that she would have buried the skin so they would never leave. 

He always brought it up to show how selfish she was. But now? He got it. Cameron had seen firsthand what grief did to people. More and more, he realised just how insidiously it had stolen his mother from him as a child, and until today, had wrecked his grandmother’s life. He knew it was ridiculous of him to compare the two, but that didn’t stop the pounding in his ears as he turned to the others and imagined what it would be like if Harrison was just… gone. He wondered how it would sound if the wind died without his laughter to carry it, and how the sun would feel on his skin if stripped of Harrison’s warmth. Maybe it would turn out the town was a hollow facsimile after all, like a cheap theme park his mom would take him to instead of Disneyland, whose lifeless facade hid how empty the houses had always been- That’s it! He could write a song about it. Fuck knows where those thoughts came from, but desperate times called for being all vulnerable and deep, or whatever shit his exes complained he never was.

He’d show Tova romantic. He’d show Harrison, too. Then just watch him try to leave.  

Working as fast as possible, he tried to hammer them into lyrics that even Barry Mannilow or Michael Buble would call ‘a bit much’. Maybe he could convince him to come to the bar, and the perfect song would come flowing out of him after months of holding it back, all sickly sweet sentiment and couplets on how he’d take the long walk to work just to see the things Harrison had cherished. Yeah, that’s it. Afterwards, he could give him his skin and watch with a cheer as Harrison punted it straight into the garbage, never wanting to leave him again. 

Yeah, okay. This could work. Of course it would. He just had to include the run-down bowling alley they spent his birthday at, their camper where they wasted away hours making out, the shitty aquarium and its hopeless, pathetic cleaner he somehow loved anyway-

Shit. Shit shit shit.

Just… Shit.

He… He really couldn’t tell him where it was. 

Harrison had said there was only half of Harrison Knott without his sealskin, but without Harrison, Cameron wasn’t sure who he was anymore.

A voice, gentle and concerned, dragged him out of his thoughts with such a jolt that he almost gave his neck whiplash. “Cameron?”

“Hm?” His eyes widened like a deer trapped in the headlights.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s cool.” Harrison threw out his arms as best he could while carrying everything and gestured to himself. “See? I got out of it alright.”

“Oh, y-yeah. Yeah. Gonna outlive the cockroaches with your luck.”

Tova shot Cameron a withering look that turned into something more worried when Cameron didn’t react. She must have known he wasn’t listening as she repeated without an ounce of subtlety, “So, Harrison, when the storm back in Hawaii washed you ashore, then what happened?”

“Oh! Simple. You guys!” he exclaimed. It barely registered in his haze, but Cameron was an expert on Harrison now. He could hear how tired and thin his voice was as he heroically powered through. “Well, humans. The tidal wave got me good against the rocks, but the next morning all these people in suits came and found me.” Guilt ran across his face as he jiggled his rucksack on his back. “I’m ashamed to admit it, but I tried to bite a couple of them. I don’t know what I thought they were going to do that could be any worse than dying out there, but… My higher thinking, as you call it, ain't always the best as a seal.”

“Wait”, Cameron interrupted, speeding up so he could pirouette and stare at them both face to face as he walked backwards. “You almost died!?”

Tova rolled her eyes. She tried.

But Harrison was used to him zoning out. Fond amusement crinkled his barely-there crow's feet, even if his smile didn’t quite meet them. “Yeah. Between that, the car that nearly hit me and that power cable, I’ve had a lot of near-death experiences, hey?” Cameron pointedly tried not to remember it. “Thankfully, they took me to a sanctuary over there and then transferred me all the way to Sowell for rehab as a‌ part of their attempts to boost the local seal population. They had no way of knowing what I really was, but they took really good care of me, and I’m… As you said, I’m l-lucky. I have you guys after all.”

He certainly didn’t look like someone who felt lucky. He took a deep breath and forced a smile again, all teeth and wiry, tired muscle as their eyes met. It took a moment for Harrison’s mind to catch up with what he had just said, but Cameron caught the exact moment when Harrison dropped his gaze to his feet, and then out to the sea. 

Harrison walked slower than Cameron had done, a fact Cameron only realised as he and Tova fell further and further behind. His feet scraped the ground, barely lifting off the earth as they begrudgingly followed their orders to keep going. Cameron could only watch on helplessly as the selkie tried to find that smile again, steadfastly refusing to look at them again until he did.

Harrison was his boyfriend. Cam should say something profound that would make everything better, something… Just something. However, none of his sappy thoughts were coming to him. His emotions were fried, and his selfish heart was beating loudly in his chest, trying to inch its way up his throat to stop him from saying anything. He felt like a jailer bringing back a prisoner from leave to live out the rest of his life sentence. However, Sowell wasn’t a prison to him; Harrison had shown him day after day how much he adored it. Cameron just had to remind him, so instead, he peered out over Sowell and did as Harrison had taught him to do, and really looked.

“Hey, see that?” He pointed to a small collection of fairy lights on the hill. “Looks like it’s Amy’s birthday. She’s what, like, ten now?”

Harrison didn’t turn to look. He sounded completely disinterested as he hummed along in a monotone drawl. “Hm. Oh yeah, I guess so. That’s nice.”

Arm still outstretched, Cameron could feel it tremble. “She’ll be coming to the shop tomorrow, right? ‘Sure, she’d love to see you before you go. Maybe we can go past Lena’s house on the way back and see if Barnie is home from the vet’s?”

Cameron and Tova exchanged desperate looks as Harrison remained quiet; none of it held any interest for him now. She cottoned on to Cameron’s ploy instantly. The selkie loved that family; they came by the store every week and listened as he acted out Hawaiian legends while making their inevitably burnt coffee. It was such a dumb, small thing… But Harrison had never not cared before. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Cam looked between his two companions.

He didn’t wait for Tova’s reaction; he just tapped on his phone, letting muscle memory do the work as he kept his eyes on Harrison as much as he could. 

After a furious series of presses, he hesitated, his thumb hovering in mid-air. It was as though he’d been possessed and freed again just as quickly as he blinked away a mist.

He lowered his phone and tapped the corner rhythmically against his chest, using the steady beat to ground himself as his voice wavered, “Wanna go to the bar for open mic? I’ll grab my guitar and see if Greg got that cask that you like?” 

Saying it out loud, he heard how ridiculous his plan was. Cameron hated sounding like that kind of guy, but he didn’t know what else to do.

Harrison winced. “Only if you want to,” he sighed, as if it took every ounce of remaining energy just to move his mouth. “I… I think I just want to be with you guys. They’ll probably just laugh at me. I look like a wreck.”

Being laughed at had never bothered him before. He no longer had the strength to pretend. The selkie looked defeated. Lost, and worst of all, completely hopeless. He tried to put a brave face on it, but Cameron could tell he had lost all faith in finding his skin if the tide had taken it. He had promised him, hadn’t he?

What about the camper? Tova’s? Ethan’s?

He tried one last time. But said nothing.

Cameron had steadfastly spent his life forcing himself not to care about where his mother was or what she was doing. It had been the only way for him to function, if that’s what he could call it. But to lose the people who were in his life? If Aunt Jeanie wasn’t on the other end of the phone, or if his stoic, hard-ass supervisor wasn’t by his side? Cameron knew precisely how Harrison felt, thousands of miles away from home.

The sound died on the wind, warmth dissipated under the cold gaze of the moon, and Sowell Bay sat hovering over all of it, waiting for its prize prisoner to be returned to his gilded cage. Cameron saw the entire rest of their lives together. In all honesty, Cameron didn’t think he needed to say anything. Harrison wouldn’t leave. Not with Tova hugging his arm and him walking by his side once again. All he needed was one final push to stay.

Cameron looked down at his phone, his thumb resting over the picture on the lock screen, and he clicked send.

Chapter 5

No matter the circumstances, the Sowell Bay Aquarium was always a welcome sight. While the rest of the town was dead to the world, the harbour groaned into life as the three returned from their journey, with Tova expertly doing what she thought herself incapable of: filling the awkward silence with senseless chatter. The selkie merely grunted along, while Cameron, who was compulsively checking his phone, didn’t even manage that. 

Ready to get this ordeal over with, Harrison led the way to the parking lot, keeping his head down and letting the street markings guide him back. Once he got there, he heard the ‘beep’ of Tova’s door unlocking; however, the feet behind him stopped. Cameron's hand was on Tova's arm, halting her in her tracks. He shook his head.  

To Harrison’s surprise, Tova didn’t seem annoyed. Instead, she looked surprised, and then… relieved? Proud?

Whatever it was, Harrison was done with surprises for the day, and definitely done with mysteries. Mysteries needed solving, action - Whereas all he wanted to do was to lie down and rest. Exhausted, he barely recognised his own weary voice. “Guys, we gotta go.” 

Cameron didn’t even look to him as he mumbled, “Yeah, soon. We just gotta do one last thing,” he said simply. “P-promise.”

We promised.

“Cam, do we have to? W-what’s going on?” It was obvious that they were hiding something. Logically, he knew it was just his tiredness talking, but after catching their private glances all afternoon, he couldn’t shake the creeping feeling that they were already shutting him out. He tried to sound firm. “I told you. I have to leave. This is hard enough as it is. Can we please just go?”

Hearing the desperation in his voice, they did hear him, loud and clear. Cameron draped his hands over Harrison’s shoulders, rubbing soft circles into the hard knot of muscle. It scared him how easily Harrison seemed to relax against his touch. How simple it would be to lead him by the hand and whisk him back to their camper, where this could all be written off as a bad dream.

“I know, I know.” He hushed. “Just five minutes, that’s all it’ll take.”

Not seeing he had much of a choice, or if he just didn’t have the energy to argue, Harrison nodded.

“Yeah? Okay. Okay. Five minutes, that’s all I need. Promise.”

There was no backing out now. Cameron let go of him slowly, as if he might topple over any second. Tova immediately stepped in, looping her arm through their friend's and guiding him toward the aquarium. Or at least, that’s where Harrison assumed they were going. He put one foot in front of the other and mindlessly followed her while Cameron surged on ahead to wrestle with the front door, cursing under his breath as his hands refused to keep the key steady. 

Eventually, the door opened, and Cameron led them through the spotless halls of the aquarium, twisting his way past Marcellus’s empty tank where he’d written Harrison’s true name all those hours ago, and following the yellow path that normally led to the amphibians before taking a sharp turn to the employee-only door. 

Cam was so hurried that Harrison could only catch the back of his hoodie, keeping to a steady pace so he didn’t leave Tova behind. Or so he told himself as she pulled him along. He was uneasy; the overbearing lights gave him a headache. Harrison had grown used to not knowing what was going on, but even the fish seemed agitated. Normally, the aquarium was his haven. For just $89.99 a year, it let him exist in the present, watching his fellow sea creatures live out their lives without a care in the world. It was serene, grounding. But now he could only see himself behind the glass, doomed to go around in circles for the rest of his days. 

But he couldn’t think like that. Cameron’s hands were steadier now. The door opened with ease; however, as Harrison walked through, suddenly he was pulled back by the arm. At first, it was bruising. Then it softened, lingering on the feel of the cotton as though memorising it with the tips of his fingers, before falling away completely.

Whatever had happened went unspoken as Cameron trudged on ahead to the back wall, which was lined with a row of staff lockers.

Cam rubbed the back of his neck, giving his announcement all the pizzazz of an underpaid, under-liquored understudy. “Okay. Okay. Uh - yeah. This is it.” 

He motioned to the door in the middle, locked with a padlock. Nothing happened. “Um… Tova?”

“Yes?” She asked.

“What’s Terry’s combination?”

Her free hand met her hip in a flash. “How am I supposed to know? What kind of thief do you take me for?”

“I thought you were close!” he protested. 

“Wait, this is what you brought me in for?” Harrison was incredulous. It wasn’t often that the selkie was incredulous, but each word made his headache throb.

“Yeah, yeah,” Cam waved his hand dismissively, still squarely fixed on Tova. “But come on, he told you everything. We can’t wait for Terry-”

Oh. Harrison knew that petulant, adorable whine anywhere. So that was it. After everything Harrison had done, they were giving him a going-away party? 

He couldn’t believe it. However, he had seen Cameron’s last attempt at one of these, and his ‘just five minutes’ felt painfully more optimistic by the second. Unsure if it was him or the room that was spinning, Harrison was dead on his feet. He felt awful for being so ungrateful, but being back in the aquarium was overwhelming enough; there was no way he could handle playing games. 

“Guys, thanks for trying. But I don’t think I can do another escape room right now. Can we save all that crying from last time for tomorrow, Cam?”

He didn’t mean anything by it, but Tova turned around with a purposeful, haunting ease that would have made Michael Myers quake in fear.

“You didn’t-”

“I didn’t cry!” he glowered. “It was the air conditioning. And no, of course this isn’t an escape room, it’s-”

Ugh. Okay, maybe he cried a little. But who could blame him when Harrison was there making paper planes out of the instructions? Failure was not an option; he had a perfect record on these things, and he wasn’t about to let Harrison rearranging half the room (and losing half the clues in the process) stop him. Besides, despite an unnecessarily angry email and the bill that definitely brought tears to his eyes, they had completed it… Kind of. Just before the clock ran out, with a show of superhuman strength, Harrison took the safe by the handle and wrenched it open, without a single digit of the code sussed out. The cheating shit didn’t even have the gall to be ashamed of himself as he gratefully shook the attendant's hand for ‘keeping his boyfriend entertained’ on his triumphant way out.

That’s it! Bingo. Harrison, you evil, idiotic genius.

“Tova, pass me that screwdriver.”

Knowing better than to ask where he’d learnt to jimmy a lock, his grandmother didn’t need to be asked twice. The screwdriver wedged into place, and he slammed his weight into it. It merely creaked. Not daring to meet Tova’s wilting gaze, he went to try again. And again. On the third attempt, his grandmother joined in, pulling on the door with a ferocity that would have made her Viking ancestors proud.

For as drained as Harrison was, seeing his loved ones move in sync, like a school of darting fish, brought a small smile to his face. Although that didn’t stop him from crossing his arms as he rested against the wall, muttering to himself. “So when I did it, it was cheating, but it’s okay when he does it?”

Harrison thought he heard his voice's half-hearted offer to help, but Cameron was adamant that he had to do this. Finally, on the count of three, they punched it into place. Once. Twice. And then something broke. 

The door jangled in place, but it was loose. They pulled it together with an almighty heave, sending them both flying back. It opened.

Harrison gave the duo a weary but genuine fist-pump in the air at their success; however, when he saw Cameron suddenly turn pale and Tova struggle to catch her breath, he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to celebrate, so he ‘woo-hoo’ed quietly, just in case. If nothing else, Harrison had to admit this was better than their last escape room. Shorter, at least, and definitely more exciting than the riddles that Harrison figured out in seconds but kept to himself, to let Cameron continue to have his ‘fun’. 

“Is that it?” he asked, unable to hide how hopeful he was. “What did you win?” 

Cameron was quiet for a moment. Harrison assumed he was just recovering, but the response barely pierced the hum of the electrics. “Have a look.”

Pushing himself off the wall, Harrison stepped forward and froze.

He let out a gasp- a slight tremble seized Harrison by the shoulders, and picked up force as quickly as it covered ground. Unable to watch, Cameron glued his eyes to the floor, trying to block out everything around him; however, he couldn’t ignore the deathly silence that fell upon them all. That is, until he heard the selkie’s knees knocking together, softly thumping along to Cameron’s own racing heart as it finally broke. 

Bang.

That got Cameron’s attention.

The locker door groaned as Harrison caught himself against the frame, all the strength rushing out of his legs. He took a feeble, failed attempt to breathe, but all that came out was a broken, ragged whimper. He hesitated, and then, deferentially, he reached inside and picked it up.

Not even a great Shakespearean actor, about to pour his soul into a soliloquy over poor Yorick, would have held an object with such reverence. But Harrison didn’t need a monologue anymore; he only needed two words: “It’s me.”

Cradling the sealskin like a newborn babe, he basked in every detail. It had been so long that he barely recognised himself, but slowly he rediscovered the face he knew best of all, reflected in the clear, pure oceans of Hawaii. It was him, alright. Those enormous eyes, the feel of his soft fur, the salty smell of the sea, and not a single new mark was on it. Whatever had happened, it had been looked after, cared for, just as he had been. It looked like he had just been sleeping this whole time, nestled away in its own personal, metal cave, waiting for him to return.

Taking it into his chest, just above his heart, Harrison kissed its head again and again. Slowly, he descended into a squat, curled up over his skin, and started to cry. 

But Tova had been right; it was okay. He knew what he was crying for now.

Cameron couldn’t quite believe he had done it. He watched on, completely numb, while all he wanted to do was curl up into an even tighter ball than Harrison and wait for everyone to leave. He had been angry, depressed, and utterly defeated before, but never had he felt this empty as he willingly let the love of his life go. And yet, what choice was there? 

On the walk back to Sowell, he had seen his future- whether it was growing old in the same run-down camper, jobless and skint, or the idyllic, domestic dream sold to him by retail catalogues and his aunt’s Hallmark movies. It was likely the same fantasy old sailors imagined centuries ago when they kept their selkie brides trapped on land. Until Harrison, Cameron had never thought of himself as a romantic. But no matter how beautiful any dream life was, he could never picture Harrison smiling in it without his sealskin. 

If his grandmother could let go of Marcellus, he could do this for Harrison. It was a small, much-needed consolation, but at least he could look forward to her inevitable gloating that she was right all along; he really was a better person than he thought.

Eventually, Harrison clambered to his feet, holding his skin just as tight. The tears were still there, but they were already drying, replaced by that long-missing smile. Ear to ear, every tooth dazzling under the low light of the office. If that was the future Cameron lost, but Harrison gained? He could live with that.

“Cam… Tova… I don’t know what to say… Thank you-”

It was Tova who approached first. She lovingly looked down at her old friend and her new one and mused, “Ah, so that’s where my little companion went. You know, you were more house-trained back then.”

It snuck up on him, and before he knew it, Harrison found himself bubbling with laughter, “Still spunky though?”

“Oh, yes. That one never changed.”

Carefully, she hugged him to her, his skin safe between them, but before Cameron had to consider what to do next, the office door swung wide open.

It was Ethan and Avery, and boy, did Avery look distinctly unimpressed at being awake at this hour. Her sleep hoodie bundled over a second sweatshirt tied at her waist for warmth, she held onto her coffee like a lifeline. Ethan, on the other hand, was thrilled to see people embracing the joys of late-night partying. If his rosy cheeks and toothy grin were anything to go by, he had already made a start to the evening’s festivities… Whatever they were. 

“Ah. There you are, Laddy!” he cheered, a bottle of his finest whiskey held aloft like a knight returning home victorious from conquest. “We got your text. What are we celebrating?”

“Celebrating?” To Avery’s annoyance, her voice barely registered surprise. Still half asleep, her expression hardened into a look only the mother of a teenager could wield. “Cam, you said this was an emergency-”

Avery turned to everyone in the room, momentarily taken aback by just how frankly horrific they looked, and how stunned Harrison and Tova were that they were standing there at all. Infuriatingly, Cameron just shrugged with that lackadaisical smile that only close friends could use to worm their way out of a lie.

“It’s both. Kinda.” He looked to Harrison, who nodded his consent. He cleared his throat. “Can I have the great honour of introducing you to Sowell Bay’s very real and spunky resident selkie?” 

Harrison gave them a wave, and upon being greeted with the blankest of expressions, he held his seal-form’s flipper and waved it too with a bark. 

Neither of them moved a muscle, except to bring the whisky closer to Ethan’s lips. Tova walked over to them and led them to the corner of the room, both of them too stunned to do anything but follow. “I think an explanation wouldn’t go amiss”, she directed straight at Cameron. He didn’t get his tact from her side of the family, that’s for sure. 

While she briefed the two newcomers, Cameron took the opportunity to speak to Harrison in private. “I wanted you to see them before you had to go”, he explained. “They all came out for you, Harrison.”

“Y-yeah, they did.” His voice wavered, so he faked a cough until it evened out. “Although I think Avery may kill you if she doesn’t believe me.”

“She’ll be fine… I hope. Tova can be very… persuasive.”

Between points in her story, Avery and Ethan stole quick glances towards them. Ethan already knew the legends, and honestly, they made a great deal more sense than his previous theories about his favorite employee. As Avery felt a migraine coming on, she refrained from rolling her eyes. Yup. That grown-ass adult man was a seal, alright. She should be more concerned by how easily she believed him, but she’d seen Harrison choke on enough mackerels that he tried (and failed) to swallow whole that it all clicked into place. 

While they talked, Cameron petted the sealskin, carefully, as though in apology. How could something so innocuous cause all this? As he did, Harrison beamed at the care he showed it, a low purr humming in his chest. 

“Hey man, look,” said Cameron. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know this was yours. Or… or I wouldn’t have put you through-”

Shit, where did he begin? For not figuring it out earlier, or for even considering trapping him on land? But there wasn’t time for any of them when Ethan knocked the wind out of them, stealing Harrison from him and exclaiming, “My fellow Scot! Come here.” 

He didn’t have the heart to correct him. Instead, Harrison went along with Ethan’s hearty bear-hug and bounced on the spot like an excited bunny, with all the emotion of the last few gruelling months having nowhere to go but out of his toes, muttering the whole time “Thank you, thank you” into his boss’s Grateful Dead shirt. The whisky sloshed about, staining it once again, but he didn’t care, and Harrison was too overcome to notice.

Who needed to rely on fairytales and legends when he had these people right here? 

Once Ethan finally let him go, Harrison turned to his paddleboard buddy and somehow collected himself enough to remember his manners. “D-do you hug?”

A laugh burst out of her. “On this occasion. But just one- Ah!”

His whole face lit up. Just one? Oh, humans, he knew that game. He took her in his arms and spun her around, his clumsy feet moving without him. “Harrison!” Avery screamed, giggling through it. “God, dude, stop, you’re gonna make me puke. I said just one-” 

So he jumped higher. It hit him all at once: it was over. He was free. 

He knew it was wrong of him; however, as he watched Harrison celebrate with his friends, Cameron couldn’t help the hurt that gnawed away at him. His jaw flexed. Standing alone, he warred with himself to keep looking pleased for him. Happy. Even as Harrison didn’t seem to care back. The thought crept back into his mind, the cruel but constant voice he couldn’t silence: it wasn’t fair. Harrison wasn’t his to keep, and yet Harrison would always own a piece of him.

As Avery stumbled out of Harrison’s grasp, he turned to Cameron. Something in his expression gave Harrison pause, but before Cam could react, the selkie crushed him to his chest. Not knowing what else to do, Cameron untangled his arms just enough to pat him awkwardly on the shoulders as Harrison’s infectious joy became nothing short of unstoppable. It was its own kind of magic, one Harrison had performed countless times before, when his watery, exhausted giggle burst from his lungs and brought a genuine, if bittersweet smile back to Cameron’s face. What Harrison’s touch could do for Tova’s leg, his laughter did for Cameron’s broken heart. 

“I’m going home! I’m actually going home!” Harrison practically vibrated with every word. “Thank you! Oh God, thank you, guys! What would I do without you all?”

At that, the hopping slowly died down. From over Cameron’s shoulder, Tova’s eyes met Harrison’s, wet and, she thought, afraid. Cameron had been wrong; he was still crying. 

A gentle breeze caressed Harrison’s face, coaxing him toward the water, drawing to a close his time in the human world. Out on the far end of the pier, they returned to the spot where they had sat hours earlier, freeing Marcellus from his captivity and returning him home, just as he had paved the way for Tova and Cameron to find theirs… That is, with a little help from a certain, reluctantly interfering selkie. 

At the time, Marcellus’s last-ditch ploy of writing his name in the sand had felt like signing away his death warrant. Everything he had been taught about his place in the world rested on keeping order in the ocean and the humans away, but while he had tried (and failed) to hide his skin from them, Harrison Knott had never been one to hide his heart.

And now, thanks to Marcellus, he returned to this spot with his dearest friends by his side to see him miraculously back home. 

He had lived a hundred lifetimes in these last few hours, and several more since coming to Sowell Bay, and now, looking out into the great unknown he once knew so well, Harrison felt his heart soar. Yet, after thanking Ethan for giving him a job and introducing him to the wonders of whisky and the Grateful Dead, and reminiscing with Avery about long evenings scouring the beach for lost treasure and their gladiatorial paddleboard oars fights, he found himself completely lost. Everything had built towards this moment. The thing he wanted most was finally within reach. But instead of grabbing it with both hands, he only clutched Tova’s hand tighter.

The thought of putting this off crossed his mind. Cameron had joked that his sealskin was the only thing on earth with rounder cheeks than him; however, it didn’t help to ease Harrison’s worry that maybe they wouldn’t recognise him amongst a pod of normal seals. After a few years, would they even remember him or simply think he was some shared delusion and relegate him to a footnote in their story? Maybe so, but whatever happened, he was just glad to have walked in their shoes for a while, even if he never got used to wearing them. He thought it selfish, but he hoped the town would remember its loyal shop assistant and miss him, at least for a little while. 

As Harrison was finally about to slip back into the skin he was born in, the rest huddled a few metres behind him, shielding him from any would-be onlookers. He hadn’t yet brought himself to say goodbye to Tova and Cameron.

“So. This is it”, Cam said as casually as possible. He did everything he could to see Harrison off with a smile, so that he wouldn’t worry about them. Generously, Harrison let him think it worked.

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

Tova came close and squeezed his arm. “You behave now, you hear? Give your family a big hug for me when you see them.”

She said it with such certainty, Harrison almost believed her. “I will,” the selkie vowed. “I’ll… I’ll tell them everything. Thank you, Ms Sullivan.”

“Tova,” she tutted. “I think we’re a bit past that now, Mr Knott.”

He giggled gently. God, she was so like his grandmother. Not for the first time, he thought she would make an excellent selkie. “Tova, then…” His head dipped with a shy grin. “Yeah, I don’t think I can do it, Ms Sullivan.”

She kissed his forehead. Their hands remained connected while she softly patted the sealskin as she had done countless times before, and then stepped back, letting her grandson have his time alone.

They didn’t say anything at first, barely daring to make eye contact. While Harrison struggled to put the enormity of feeling into words, Cameron simply struggled to speak at all. They awkwardly shifted their weight between their feet in an even slower dance than Harrison was used to at Cameron’s gigs. Their mouths opened ‌and then closed again in unison to let the other go first.

“C-Cameron.” Harrison glanced down at his hand and sighed. During an extended trip to the bathroom, he had written his speech on his palm, determined to get it perfect. Unfortunately, sweat smudged it into a giant, black blob. “Um, look… I am so sorry about leaving without saying-”. He squinted, trying to salvage anything of use. “Y-you deserved better-”

The black clouds parted, and for a split second, the silver moon caught the nervous sheen of sweat. The way his crow's feet deepened when he concentrated, and the slight dilation of his pupils whenever he gazed upon Cameron’s lips as he did then.

Cameron kissed him, forcing the apology back down. Thin lips, just as uncoordinated as Harrison’s, slid across his mouth, slotting back into place as though they had never been apart. Harrison froze. So too did Cameron. He hadn’t planned on it, couldn’t even remember leaning in, and if he dared to open his eyes, he would have seen Harrison’s open wide in shock. Neither of them pushed, unsure if they had the right to anymore; rather, they imperceptibly swayed as one, breathing in each other's air as though it had to last them a lifetime. Now that was what coming home felt like.

The slightest twitch of muscle cut short the stillness, and an icy breeze filled the growing space between them as Cam pulled back, just an inch. But before he could apologise for his outburst, Harrison grabbed him by the string of his hoodie and deepened the kiss, begging for entrance with each swipe of his tongue. If this was his last opportunity to show the depth of his love, then he was going to make sure Cameron drowned in it.

And Cameron deliriously welcomed him in with a shuddering, punched-out noise, halfway between a joyous laugh and a wrecked sob. It didn’t matter what it was; Harrison wanted all of it. He drank them all in, transforming each sound into his own tiny moans of pleasure that Cameron committed to memory as if his very existence depended on it. 

When the kiss ran out of oxygen, Harrison forced himself to meet his eyes. “Look, Cam, you keep being nice, but I can’t go without saying sorry. It was selfish of me to stay as long as I did...”

“No- Harrison, don’t you get it? If you’re selfish, then God help me because then I am so selfishly in love with you.” Cam grabbed him by the shoulders. Empathetically punching out each word so that they would hit with an almost physical power. “You are everything I ever imagined in a selkie, and so much more than I dreamed of in a partner, but Harrison, your life is so much bigger than mine. I would have loved to be a part of it, but I can't - not if it means you have to give any of it up for me. So no more apologies, alright? Just thank you. Thank you for letting me share in it for a while.” 

Harrison couldn’t believe it. He stared at him in abject awe, like he was some sort of ‌divine angel from human legend, not just another, everyday thirty-something deadbeat. He had never felt so truly lucky.

“Just promise me one thing?” Harrison asked, his voice catching in his throat.

“Anything.”

“Don’t stop being you. Don’t stop writing your music, or noticing the little things.” His voice started to break. “A-and never stop loving. It has led you to the most incredible pod-”

It was reflexive. “And to you.”

“And to me,” Harrison choked. “I-I don’t think I would have survived without it.”

At that, Cam exhaled as if he’d been punched. How was he supposed to respond to something so corny? Nothing in his life prepared him for corny, or for that matter, sincerity. Cameron wasn’t sure he knew what Harrison saw in him that could inspire such a thing, but even he couldn’t question it when he kept kissing down every attempt to contradict. So eventually, he just gave up. And allowed himself to melt into Harrison’s arms with a defeated, shattered sob against his lips.

“I- I don’t know what to say, Harrison.”

Harrison’s breath tickled against his skin. “What does that Shakespeare of yours say?”

Cameron bumped his forehead against his, closing his eyes. He spoke straight into him, low and gravelly, as though he were an ancient oceanic god returning his life to him with every word. “... I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say, I love you.”

He whispered those three words as though he had just discovered them resting there on the tip of his tongue, in the depths of his heart. With no more secrets between them, he felt their truth. He knew. He always did.

Cam heard it before he felt it. His Harrison once more, nuzzling his head into his neck like he used to do when he was drunk. A strangled, almost purr that yipped like a puppy vibrated along his tendons, a pale but genuine imitation of a seal’s contented burr. When he chuckled, it felt like he was blowing bubbles through his skin, making it pop out in goosebumps. 

Harrison nervously bit at his lip, searching Cam’s face for inspiration. The problem was, he had too much of it. "I-I… I don’t know what to say either.”

Luckily for him, Cameron did. He slipped his hand into Harrison’s pocket and brought out his portable cassette player. The tape inside made his eyes soften before he placed one earbud in Harrison’s ear and the other in his. 

“You already have.”

He pressed play. 

Confused, Harrison listened as intently as he could. The old cassette whirled into life, a cacophony of claps and applause boomed against his eardrums, and Cameron’s crooning rendition of Radiohead cut through it. However, that wasn’t why he played it. Harrison had this almost supernatural ability to transport himself back to a time and place where he had heard a song, remembering every detail as though he was experiencing it firsthand. Between the singing and the audience, Harrison made out his own voice, cheering away. Cameron must have caught it too, as a lopsided, watery smirk hooked his lips. 

On the tape, Harrison’s euphoric applause drowned out the entire bar’s attempt to keep up. He hooted and hollered, cheering him on and rousing their neighbours to join in the chants Cam’s name like he was Bowie or the Beatles. 

“You gave me the happiest day of my life without even trying. M’not gonna lie, this hurts. But just listen to that song, and I’ll be there.”

The earbuds kept them connected while Harrison bathed in the memory. Harrison may have got a handle on the intricacies of human speech, but Cameron had also learnt how to speak the selkie’s language. 

When Harrison didn’t respond, Cam asked soothingly. “Where are you now?”

Harrison cupped Cam’s cheek, his thumb tracing the swell of his cheekbone. Not pushing, just grounding himself to both moments. “Right here”, he said. Confident. Like he always would be. 

They gave the words time to settle between them, Harrison slowly returning from the haze of the music, until eventually it was time to go. He dropped the bud from his ear and returned the cassette to Cameron, who promised to return it to the cave, where they could return to listen to it whenever they needed it. 

Once it was securely away, Cameron’s voice lowered an octave, his hands clutching him so he couldn’t disappear without telling, no, urging him, “Even if we're not together, you'll always have a home here, you know that, right? Come visit anytime. I’ll recognise you.”

Harrison tried his best to smirk. “Well, maybe I won’t recognise you. What if you grow a patchy beard? All you humans look the same to me.”

His eyes widened in mock indignation, “I can grow an excel-”

But before he could fully respond, Harrison anchored his hand in Cameron’s hair and brought him close. The selkie rubbed his nose into his, flaring his nostrils in a sniffled ‘kiss’ as he breathed in his smell. “There”, he whispered. “Now I’ll always be able to find you.”

“Dude, you’re so weird”, Cameron tittered warmly.

Harrison winked. “I know. You love it.”

Cameron huffed a bittersweet laugh. He didn’t mean to give him the satisfaction of agreeing, but he said it anyway. Tenderly, Harrison whispered one last ‘I love you’ to his lips and let go. Tova came to Cameron’s side as Harrison skipped back and swiftly turned around. He was ready now. Without wasting another second, he undid his belt with three clumsy, harsh tugs and yanked his pants and underwear down together, shimmying out of them like a tequila-fuelled striptease.

“Dude, what the fuck!” Cameron shielded Tova to his side like a cheesy action hero, pirouetting clumsily like two drunk dancers.

“Oh dear, no- nope! Didn’t need to see that.” Tova muttered to herself, closing her eyes so tightly that her whole face scrunched up with it.

From the distance, Avery shouted, “Don't get us fucking arrested, weirdo!”

Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look. 

But dammit, Cameron really wanted to. As the belt buckle hit the deck with a resounding clank, he felt Tova laugh into his shirt, and at the base of the pier, Ethan watched all of it and took another swig of his whisky, toasting ‌a true honorary Scotsman. God help him, if Harrison didn’t hurry up, Cameron might fling himself into the ocean first.

After a bit more rustling, he could faintly hear Harrison’s breathing speed up. Excited little pants that grew into something deeper with each passing second. Heavy and rasping as though it wasn’t quite used to how this throat worked. In the distance, Ethan was mouthing something, or at least attempting to. Cam squinted. It looked a bit like ‘fuck’. Then the old Scot pointed.

“Arf! Arf!”

There he was. A seal. 

A fucking seal, rolling around on top of Harrison’s old clothes like it was the greatest thing that had ever happened under the stars. They stared down from on high, sharing in his delight as they twinkled their tiny spotlights, which did nothing to capture his unbridled ecstasy in that moment.

He housed the entire spectrum from white to black within his fur. His speckled spots clustered around his snout and fanned out under his long whiskers like someone had waved a paintbrush of white and eggshell paint over him in admonishment. It was as Cameron followed their path down his back that Cameron realised the spots mirrored the freckles of his human skin when he caught the sun for too long. He had been right back at the cave: this was insane.

Gloriously and beautifully insane. 

“Arf! Arfarfarf!”

The seal bounded up and down, clapping his flippers together in glee. Snaking his body across the pier, he galumphed at top speed, all three ferocious miles per hour, directly at ‌the humans and bunted his nose to their legs in small, little sniffling kisses. It tickled, which just made him do it more. Avery all but pounced on him, petting him like a dog, and smooshing his cheeks together as though it were taffy. Cam had never seen his friend such a bundle of excitement, but whatever she was doing worked as Harrison chirped up at her, his tongue lolling out until, almost instinctually, he rolled onto his back and showed them his tummy.

God, Cameron thought, I sure know how to pick ‘em.

“I love him,” Avery deadpanned. “If you ever need fish, you come to me, got it?”

Ethan sank to his rickety knees. He gave a few solid pats that made the seal’s belly jiggle. “Ah think of the business we could have drawn with a seal on the cash register.”

When Tova and Cameron didn’t immediately join in, Harrison slapped his stomach at the great indignity and grunted. In a daze, Cameron did as ordered, tutting, “Yeah, yeah, you’re cute. Get over it.” 

Seeing was one thing, but feeling the soft texture of his fur was another. When he scratched behind the seal’s ear, he nuzzled into Cam’s hand, looking up at him with the widest, darkest eyes. He couldn’t read them like he could when he was human, but Cameron thought he knew what that low, deep purr, reserved just for him, meant. He still sounded like the Harrison he loved, snuggled up warm and safe in bed after a hard day’s work. 

On Avery’s suggestion, they took a selfie with him. It wasn’t often Cameron agreed to have his picture taken, but for once he readily conceded, not even bothering to check his hair in his phone. The light dazzled the seal as the flash went off, recoiling dramatically as if lightning had struck him. With a few more tummy scratches, he recovered from his ordeal and suddenly whipped his head around, out towards the ocean. What was that?

Harrison sniffed the air, closing his eyes to reacquaint himself with the scents he had long forgotten. It was sharper, richer than anything his human nose could have dreamed of. He tracked the sea lions just over the embankment, the easterly storm brewing miles away, and the people, the marvellous people with their clawing perfume and wonderful whiskey. But even fifty years of oak-aged booze and dime-store deodorant wasn't enough to obfuscate Cameron underneath it all. Harrison grinned. Then grinned wider when he smelt all the indescribably delicious fish everywhere, just waiting for him like a delectable all-you-can-eat buffet. 

But he was getting distracted. He concentrated, really concentrated, until his tongue slipped loose and he took another sniff. There it was. His jaw dropped, a happy, warm fuzzy burr spilled from his throat. He barked again and again like an excited Labrador for them to follow and then, without ceremony, he waddled to the edge of the pier and cannon-balled right in.

Splash! 

It took a moment for the group to catch up with what they had just seen, but Cam lept into action first and ran to the edge of the harbour. “Oh, thank God”, he breathed, fearing that was the end. But there was Harrison, racing laps around the dock’s piling, making this godforsaken, vicious gargling noise as though his mission home had been one of conquest and pillaging. Whatever he was trying to do, it wasn't working. He stopped for a moment, his nose wrinkling in annoyance, took a breath, and ducked his snout back into the water. On his second attempt, the gargling softened into something smoother - almost transcendent, a tuning fork perfectly struck across every ripple and wave. It bubbled for a second and then pulsed away from him in steady, pounding beats that thrummed and yet somehow barely disturbed the surface. None of them had ever heard anything so otherworldly. Everyone, that is, except Tova.

It had been ‌one of her darkest moments, sitting alone on the pier, looking out at the echo of her son's final day alive. The same angelic, ringing hum reverberated across the ocean. She had always assumed she had dreamt it- but there was no mistaking it, it was the same. 

“Oh, sweetheart”, she sighed. She remembered it so vividly she could count it down. Three… two… one…

There it was. 

A flicker. And then another, and another. 

Spanning the entire crescent of the bay, the ocean burst into luminescent brilliance. Tiny glimmers of light ignited along the shoreline as the selkie’s voice woke the algae, turning the dark tide into a constellation of sea sparkle that rivaled the night sky. They surged with the current in glittering neon blues, burning so brightly it seemed the water itself was on fire. They were all enraptured by its beauty. But Cameron wasn’t staring at the algae, because at its centre, Harrison barked triumphantly, so very proud of his parting gift to all of them. He hoped it was better than shells. 

They stayed as long as they could until eventually, one at a time, the specks of light extinguished themselves, ebbing away until the soft sapphire hue fell from everyone’s faces. Even just from Cameron and Tova’s outline against the horizon, Ethan and Avery knew they shouldn’t be alone this evening. The two tapped them on the shoulder as they shivered from the cold and offered them a lift back to Ethan’s to celebrate, commiserate, or whatever the hell was appropriate after what just happened. They both accepted on the other’s behalf.

The newly reunited family stayed for a while as Ethan and Avery kindly cleaned up the aquarium and packed Harrison’s belongings. Tova had never felt so exhausted, and ‌yet, so full of life. She would have to be, she assumed, to help him over the coming weeks while she healed from her own loss, but she had a purpose now. One that wasn’t solely the aquarium or getting out of bed each day. Tova had never thought of herself as a natural parent, but she always reckoned she’d make a good grandmother. It would take time and effort, but everything that so did everything that mattered, and besides, if anyone could whip him Cameron shape, it was her.

“You ready to go?” she softly asked.

Cameron didn’t budge. He just pointed. “He’s still there. Look.”

In the distance, a dark blob poked its head from the water. The shine of his eyes was the only thing that differentiated him from the rocks. Completely steady amongst the waves, he floated there, just staring at them. Waiting.

Tova waved him away with an equally wavering laugh. “Shoo. Go. Fu-”. Cameron shot her a look.

 “-Eff off,” she corrected. 

In the distance, Cam could barely make out Harrison blinking slowly, like small, adorable kitten kisses. He couldn’t figure out what Harrison’s issue was. Unless- shit, did he feel like he was being pushed away? Did he want a proper goodbye to the whole town? Some hell of a send-off Cameron had given him, considering everything Harrison had done for them. Stop. He couldn't start spiraling into "what ifs" before they’d even left the pier, so he took a few deep breaths, anchored by Tova at his side and watched. 

What little remained of the glorious, shimmering algae encircled the seal as though helpless in his orbit. To Cameron, even the sky seemed to bend to him as the moon hung low and a dusting of stars reflected like diamonds in his eyes. He knew this was how it was supposed to be. Harrison looked radiant. He was home, free. And pulling each other closer, so were the two humans.

Maybe that was it.

He called across the pier and out into the water. “...You don’t have to worry about us. We’ll be okay.”

The seal bobbed, not yet moving. A wave swept past him, and as it receded back out to sea, only the glorious sea sparkle remained. Harrison was gone.

The ocean welcomed him back ‌like a dear old friend. The currents that had followed the same paths for millennia now entwined through his fur, breaking off into slipstreams as he twirled and rolled amongst the penetrating rays of starlight and schools of fish once more. If only Cameron were here to see him now. See? This is how you dance.

He felt like he could breathe again. This is what his paintings had been missing. Down he went, past the barnacle-encrusted fishing boats of locals he now knew by name, following the path of luscious coral and shipwrecks of generations long forgotten. As much as he wanted to learn them all again, he had but one thing on his mind.

Marcellus had told him about his old hunting grounds during their long evenings, watching the world and crowds pass them by. Knowing the ocean floor like the back of his fin, Harrison retraced the octopus’s story, weaving through the forest seaweed and straight into the rocky crevices below. 

And here Marcellus said he never listened.

A single, pale tentacle drifted through a small slit in the ocean floor. Harrison booped it with his nose, causing the tentacle to bat him away, but at the feeling of such soft fur under his sucker, Marcellus knew. Who else was that dim-witted to disturb such a vicious creature as he? The tentacle wound around his muzzle, feeling out his face, and after a pause, playfully swatted at him like the excitable pup he always called him. Finally, without the glass between them, Harrison lay by his side, and as Marcellus passed on, becoming one with the home he had longed for, Harrison told him every detail of how he had repaired the hole in the cleaning lady's and juvenile’s hearts. Of how his plan had worked, despite everyone’s best attempts to thwart it. 

And much to the smug delight of the old octopus, Harrison thanked him for writing his name in the sand.

Epilogue

For those who remained on land, life moved forward. 

Ethan couldn’t bring himself to find a new assistant, bemoaning that the coffee would never be as good, or the sandwiches so… smoky, as when Harrison did it. Avery went out every day, scouring the beach for trash, and later on her paddleboard, the same as always. Only ever diverting when she saw a seal in the distant bob its head, and wondered if it was Harrison coming to check on her. Just once, as Cameron rejoined her for his first lesson since the selkie left, they thought they saw a shadow swim underneath.

Cameron sold his camper and moved in with Tova. For the first few days, he all but trapped himself in his father’s old room, once again waiting for something to happen. But for the first time in his life, he was glad to say that nothing did. 

The sun still warmed his skin through the bars of his window, and the wind carried the song of the birds with the same ease as it did the hum of his new grandmother. The town didn’t lose its spark. He had to work harder to find it without his guide, but the customers at the shop still smiled when he passed, and the bar patrons cheered him warmly after his first gig back. McCoy’s luscious garden was the talk of the town thanks to the new pagoda Cameron built, and without Harrison there to wow the kids at the aquarium, Cameron took it upon himself to pass on all he learnt. With a few herrings to bribe the eels. Feeling human again, he found a job with the local construction firm. The hours were long and hard, but he kept at it, and surprising himself, he started up a savings account for community college. He thought Harrison would be proud of him for that.

And on the days when Harrison was all he could think about, when the bags under his eyes were so sunken he saw his mother’s face peering back at him, Tova was there, experience in hand, to pull him through. Cameron didn’t know if he forgave his mother, not yet. But looking in the mirror, he understood her better now. And that was enough to move on.

For Tova, she continued at the aquarium, taking up the day shift, surrounded by the people she finally enjoyed being around. When the first full moon came, she dawdled outside the entrance, hoping to see her favourite visitor once more, but the doorstep remained empty. Instead, she cleaned the spot where he always sat to talk to Marcellus, just in case he decided to return to meet the new eight-legged inhabitant. 

On the first full moon since he left, Tova cleaned the aquarium from top to bottom while Cameron walked to the alcove where he first saw Harrison clumsily dance. He spent the entire night there, waiting, just in case Harrison was late as usual. Half asleep, he worked on his new music while he waited, finding a strange new inspiration surrounded by all his boyfriend’s old things. Cameron hoped Harrison would like the original tracks he was writing, even if it wasn’t exactly something he could dance to.

When there was no sign of man or seal, Cameron quietly collected his guitar and made for town, looking back the whole time. Harrison’s absence stung; it likely always would. He didn’t think Harrison would ever return, not really, but Cam left the cassette player next to a new tape of his demos and a bottle of his favourite beer, anyway. Maybe next time he would write him a letter.

By the time he crept back home, Tova was up early to make breakfast. A medley of yoghurt and pancakes littered the table, and the bitter scent of strong black coffee filled the room. Cameron caught the subtle glance as she looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was there with him. They smiled sadly at each other; however, Tova insisted that, wherever he was, she was sure he was thinking of him, and despite his pessimistic nature, Cameron knew she was right. They filled themselves on her feast, trading stories of old selkie tales she’d passed down to Erik, and new stories of the one who touched their lives until the ache in their hearts eased. Their group selfie hung proudly over the mantelpiece.

And thus the next full moon followed the same pattern, until that is, Tova cleaned up the dishes and took out the bins after their customary breakfast feast. A rhythmic knock echoed throughout the house. Cam went up to get it, cursing under his breath. He hadn’t slept a wink in the cave. Who the fuck would call at this hour?

He swung open the door, ready to give them a piece of his mind-

And there he was.

Same wide smile that caught the sun. Same fluffy hair hastily styled with a takeaway fork.

The only new things were his shirt and pants, with a couple of clothespins still stuck to them from where he must have yanked them off a neighbour’s washing line. And two presents. So badly wrapped in yesterday’s newspaper that the logo for ‘Swedish Fish’ peeked through, and stacked so ridiculously high that they almost covered his face. His human face.

Cameron gawked. His whole body turned numb.

“H-Harrison…” He paused, waiting for the stranger to laugh and give his real name, or for him to disappear completely in a puff of smoke. But the man seemed to vibrate with barely contained excitement. “W-what are you doing here?”

“Seeing you, silly”, he teased. “It was a full moon yesterday. And! Ta-da! It's Christmas soon. Sorry I was late, but I wanted to get you something a bit better than shells.” He jostled the presents up and down. “That’s the tradition, right? You always come home for the holidays.”

Cameron was too shocked to be annoyed, subconsciously opening the door wider and twisting the knob in his hand to ground himself and confirm that no, he wasn’t dreaming. Not this time. 

“C-Christmas is months away.”

“Oh?” Harrison burned redder than Santa Claus. “Dammit. Sorry! I never got the hang of calendars. Um, you can have them anyway, if that’s not rude, or something-”

Cameron took them and placed them on the table next to the door without even looking at them. He was transfixed. 

“I- I… Are you okay?” he hurriedly asked. “Did something happen?”

Harrison shook his head. He certainly looked fine. Same stupid, grinning, handsome face. Infuriating, beautiful sea glass eyes. What was he playing at? He shouldn’t be here. He had better, bigger places to be - Suddenly frantic, Cameron took him by the shoulders, raking his palms over his chest, his arms, his neck and back to that still stupid, grinning, oh so very handsome face. He couldn’t see or feel anything wrong - but he could feel Harrison’s dimples deepening as he smiled even wider. It was dawning on him what this meant. But he refused to let himself believe it. He couldn’t go through it again.

“B-But the ocean” Cam stammered. “It was what you wanted.”

“It’s what I need, but you’re who I choose, Cameron. Humans aren’t supposed to let us go, but you did.”

He said it so simply. In the way only someone who had wrestled with it for so long and arrived at the only plausible conclusion, could. As though it were the only thing that ever possibly mattered.

Harrison entwined his fingers with Cameron’s and opened his hand just enough so he could rub his nose into the meat of his thumb. Cameron couldn’t help it. A low, raspy whine eked out of him as Harrison shifted just enough to press a small kiss into his palm. His brain was only coherent enough to point out the obvious. “And you came back.”

“And I always will”, the selkie promised. He moved Cameron’s fingertips to trace the shape of his reddening cheeks and the shell of his ear, wanting Cameron to learn him better than he knew the ocean. “If you’ll let me.”

Cam stared at him, his fingers now mapping him out with a mind of their own. He daredn’t blink. There was no choice to be had, no decision to be made. Only how to tell Harrison everything he felt in that moment.  

He just nodded.

It was all Harrison needed. Cameron’s seal turned into a shark as he devoured his mouth, pushing him through the door and kicking it behind him with a slam. Those rusty hinges would likely need replacing, Cam thought… Later. After they… Oh God, this was really happening.

It was pathetic. He was in his 30s, not a horny teenager. But Cameron couldn’t help it. Frankly, he didn’t want to. While Harrison clawed at him with the passion that had been simmering ‌under his skin for months, Cam rubbed his clothed, already hardening erection against the rough material of Harrison’s stolen jeans. A moan died in the human’s throat as his selkie growled. 

He wasn’t going to waste another second. Harrison marched him down the corridor, keeping his thigh lodged between Cameron’s legs for him to rut against, while his hand on the cushion of his ass only encouraged him on. But Harrison had been at sea for weeks and, by goodness, he had forgotten how hard walking was. 

Not even a tropical storm ravaging its way through their house could cause the chaos they did in a few short steps. Painting after painting fell off their nails, and ornaments tipped over their perch as the reunited lovers hit every wall and surface on their quest to god knows where. 

When he could bare take his hands off his butt, his chest, or his face, Cameron tried to guide them with flailing arms, latching onto every door before they hit the back of the house where Tova was taking out the trash, or worse, the kitchen table where Harrison may get ideas if Cameron didn’t have them first. Thankfully, he finally managed to grab his bedroom door frame for dear life. Harrison took the hint and slammed him against it. Without letting him catch his breath, Harrison hiked Cameron up as though he weighed less than the clothes he was about to tear off. His legs now wrapped around his muscular torso, Cameron groped at every inch of flesh he could reach. No one had ever pinned him like this, or kissed him like a beast to be tamed while he whimpered like a frightened pup. If all the blood shooting south and leaving him feeling light-headed was anything to go by, he rather liked it. Perhaps he’d like doing it to Harrison just as much.

“Shit, Cam. Am I moving too fast?”

No, no of course not you idiot. Hurry up and-

Cameron realised he was only thinking it. He’d already crashed his lips back onto Harrison, re-familiarising himself with the taste of him as Harrison possessed his mouth like he’d been gone years, not weeks. Maybe he wasn’t a selkie, maybe he was a dragon claiming him for his pile of treasures or an incubus come to suck him dry. Either way, his legs trembled for it worse than Harrison after a beer.  

Eventually, Harrison’s superior lung capacity won out. Cam pushed him away just enough to suck in enough air to stop the room from spinning, or was he spinning? No, he couldn’t be - not when Harrison had him in his strong arms like he was something precious. The break was just long enough for Cameron to really take it all in. His heart raged against his chest, like it was trying to dig its way out and get back to the one who truly held it prisoner. 

But Harrison could have it. Do whatever he wanted with it, just so long as he didn’t stop touching him. He stared into Harrison’s eyes, searching for a single spec of doubt. Yet Harrison just smiled. There.

That was the future he wanted.

Shit. He’d written it all out. His grand speech, if Harrison were to somehow ever return. God, he really was hopeless at these speeches. How was it that a seal was better than him at expressing himself? He paused for a moment, trying to distract Harrison by peppering kisses all over his face. But his knowing grin saw right through him.

Come on, Shakespeare, you fuck. What was he supposed to quote? Hamlet? Romeo and Juliet? He couldn’t think with Harrison groping his ass. Maybe he would quote a song? Over the buzzing in his head, he heard Tova seize his absence to turn on Simply Red. Absolutely not that one, no wait- Ah-ha! He knew just the one!

But in the time it took for his neurons to fire between brain and mouth, it was gone. All thought was gone. Stupid, grinning, handsome face. Instead, he dumbly muttered, “You really came back.”

Luckily for him, there was no greater compliment to a selkie, than making a human forget their thousands of years of language.

He brushed an errent hair from his sweaty brow, “There’s no Harrison Knott without Cam-.”

“Cameron Cassmore, what’s all that racket? Who was at the do-Oh God, Harri!” Tova shouted. Elation quickly turning into horror as she saw the blur of fingers undo her grandson’s belt. She sprinted to the back door before Cam could even turn his head. “Oh God- no no no, not again. No siree.” 

“Hi! Ms Sullivan - good to” He pecked Cameron’s neck. “-see you!”

Cameron scrunched his eyes shut, cursing how wrecked and desperate he sounded as he shouted after her, “Leave the clothes in the dryer- i’ll sort it later- Hmpfh!”

Tova wasn’t going to stick around to learn what had caused that ‘hmpfh’. 

Harrison would never understand humans’ insistence on modesty. He felt his would-be mate wither in his hands as she yelled at them to use protection and ran out the door. No matter, with a quick flick of the wrist, he removed the offending pants and then wrapped Cameron’s legs back around his hips and walked to the bed. With Cameron clinging onto him, suspended in the air, all of a sudden, Harrison seemed to find his feet again.

When he felt the mattress behind him, Cam braced for impact; however, Harrison placed him down onto the bed gently, all the frenzy and lust suddenly recaged. Standing at the foot of the bed, almost shyly, Harrison stripped himself of his clothes, one piece at a time. He hadn’t thought to steal a pair of boxers.

Fuck. No amount of money in the world could stop Cameron from watching every inch of his skin being revealed this time. Harrison was real. More than real. He was beyond reality, and even his wildest fantasies. 

“Ta-da.” Harrison tried to laugh, but he was obviously nervous in this body. Selkies were supposed to be supernatural in their appearance, as were human mates to each other. His cheeks burned as his hands glided up and down his own body, as if he couldn’t decide which bit to shield first.

Cameron didn’t know where he found the wherewithal to speak, but that wouldn’t do.  With a beckoning finger, he managed a quiet, eager, “Come over here.”

Harrison looked more at ease ‌crawling up the length of the bed next to Cameron. He anxiously followed Cameron’s line of sight as he devoured him with his eyes, displaying the same reverence and ferocity that Harrison had shown with his mouth. With tender, trembling fingers, Cameron traced the path of freckles down the chords of his neck, through the light dusting of his toned yet ample chest and across the slight swell of his tummy that had filled out in his month away. He remembered every one of those spots from staring at their selfie on the pier. There were scars, ones he’d never seen when they lived together. Misadventures on full moons where he’d lost control of his gangly body that Cameron would ask him about one day. They had time for things like that now. He was better than the legends, he was perfectly imperfect. He was Harrison, all of him, through and through.

Cam tried again. He vowed he wouldn’t let Harrison go another second without understanding how much Cameron cherished his return. That he never had to worry about him betraying him. That his promise to make sure he was happy was the kind of promise he’d build a life on.

“I…”

Harrison shushed him.

“I know. I know.”

Seeing Cameron’s eyes well up, the selkie placed a chaste kiss into the waves of his hair, making himself a home with the man he trusted more than thousands of years of legends. The rippled sheets of his bed felt as natural on Harrison’s skin as the currents of the Pacific. 

“Just tell me one thing?” Harrison whispered, kissing Cam once on the bony button of his nose.

“Hm?”

With complete sincerity and curiosity he asked, “How many orgasms can you humans have?”

Cameron blinked. “What? Er, like, just one normally.”

Ah. Just one, eh? Harrison winked at him, oh so mischievous and cheesy that Cameron knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was totally fucked in more ways than one.

Lucky for him, his selkie was a self-proclaimed expert on humans now. He just had one last area to discover. He rubbed his hands together and stuck his tongue out like a villainous, goofy mastermind, and before Cameron could roll his eyes, Harrison wrapped the silky covers around them and dove beneath their surface.  

From that day on, the rumour of mysterious trinkets left outside the aquarium died down. Ethan found himself reunited with his favourite coffeemaker and detested baker. He didn’t let a few things, like Google Reviews, deter him from giving him a promotion, and, overjoyed to have his honorary Scotsman home, he even overlooked the occasional missing fish from his new and improved fishmonger’s stand. It paid for itself when every customer left the shop with a glowing smile.

And Avery raked in the money with her guided paddleboard tours, famed for their almost guaranteed seal sightings, and the recycled model dinosaurs in the shop that went viral. She even started a local beach clean-up group to scavenge the materials for when her friend came home. They became so popular that even her normally unimpressed son took part, who expanded the collection to local wildlife and even facades of the shops and landmarks of Sowell Bay. Eventually, he developed his own style, so unique and evocative that he won a competition to have them displayed as ‌part of the local gallery’s exhibition on the Bay. On the grand unveiling, Harrison wept with pride in his young protégé as his work held its own amongst the paintings and statues of people with more years of experience than he had on earth. He was so moved by the artwork immortalizing the town that had welcomed him like one of their own that he made it his mission to sell every last piece by the end of the night. And he succeeded. Not even the stuffiest, most pretentious art critic could resist his enthusiasm and his heartiest sales pitch. Or maybe they did it so he would leave them alone.

He loved all of them, but there was one painting in particular that caught his eye.

Just as he was leaving, its’ artists came up to thank him. Seeing her painting of the ocean under Harrison’s arm, she smiled. It was the only one of the night that had sold far beyond its asking price.

“Hey, have we met?” she asked. Harrison didn’t think he responded in English, it may have just been seal. He had learned to cope with many awkward, and complicated emotions in his time as a human, but star-struck hadn’t been one of them. But she laughed anyway, held out her hand, and shook. “Laura. It’s nice to meet you, Mr Arf”.

Within the coming months, Tova appreciated the improvements to her father’s house that her grandson made, all with just as fine an eye for detail and an unsaid understanding for thicker bedroom walls. Back when Cameron first moved in, she had thought it would take her a while to get used to sharing her house again, but it didn’t feel like her father’s vision now without her two boys there to share in it.

Before he left, Harrison had described how he felt stuck on the outside of their house as they filled it with life. It took a while for him to truly believe such a home could be permanent, but once it sank in, his belongings from the cave all entwined with theirs across the house, his new toothbrush next to Cameron’s and a fish casserole always in the fridge, he knew they would never let him feel like that again.

And on the times when Harrison returned to the ocean, Cameron was at work, and the house was impeccably clean through the trio’s joint efforts, she had Ethan over more and more for company. He still had a shop to attend to, yet there always magically seemed to be someone to take over when she rang with two wine glasses in hand, ready and waiting. Besides, if he wasn’t free? Tova Sullivan never struggled to keep busy. After all, she and Terry had a lot of planning to do. They’d already been in contact with the wildlife sanctuary back in Hawaii. Luckily for them, the owner had laughed down their ridiculous, stuttering attempt at organising a temporary despite for one homesick seal. He’d been around long enough to know not all the beach's inhabitants were as they seemed. So now all they had to do was wait for the paperwork and one seal-sized crate to arrive, and their first family holiday to Hawaii could begin. She couldn’t wait to tell them. 

But while some rumours fell to history, old ones came to the fore. The kind and curious seal who helped sailors and wayward swimmers was a feature of many barfly’s repertoire. Cam and Harrison had agreed to keep the sealskin hidden in a place only the selkie knew, allowing him to return to the sea at any time, so long as he returned on the full moon. Thus, the myths of the strange dancing man kept the town in rapturous anticipation of updates. The solo dancer had somehow found its (usually clothed) double in the drunken tellings of the town’s mailman. And the music had improved in the even more drunk telling of the local college kids. But when the Knit-Wits group discussed such an exciting development to proceedings, Tova gave her boys a hard stare, far more successful than Harrison ever managed to muster.

In their defence, Cameron had done what he could to enforce a ‘no shirt, no dancing’ policy at Tova’s (and the sheriff’s) insistence. However, when his selkie, his soulmate, returned, refreshed from the ocean, topless and soaking wet under the silver light of the full moon; what else was there to do but snuggle up on the shore, strum at his guitar, and fall under his true love’s siren’s song?

Watching them from her porch, the one her father had made with his own two hands to last his family for generations, Tova Sulliva smiled. A true smile that warmed her from the outside in, spreading to Ethan, even as he snored on the deckchair beside her. One day she would be gone, and she would pass down this home to Cameron. Perhaps in time he would do the same for his children. But until then, she took a small sip of her cocoa and turned the radio down to listen. Her ankle fully healed, she swayed majestically to her grandson’s music and the enthusiastic, if tuneless, singing of one very spunky selkie. 

Despite how long it took them to find their way home, Tova knew Erik would have been proud of how his family’s fairytale turned out.

Tagging some of the people following along who may not have seen it in the lewcest community off the top of my head<3 @musicislove3389 @starwarskawaii @starryeyedastronaut @prettygirlwyattrussell

Music was playing from the speakers, the smell of barbecue was in the air, and you were wrapped up in Harrison on one of the Knott’s outdoor couches. He had one arm wrapped around you and his other hand held a beer as he laughed at something his dad was saying while grilling.

Dr. Knott, being from the mainland originally, missed the family barbecues he was used to on the Fourth of July. So, he decided to host a small party. Just the family and their partners. Chloe, Harrison’s sister, was on the other couch with her boyfriend, Jason, smiling softly at him while Harrison’s stepmom bustled about the tables, setting out plates and occasionally checking on the progress of Dr. Knott’s burger-making.

Dinner passed in a flurry of thrown chips and jokes, smiles and laughter filling the air. You’d only had one drink, but the heat of the summer and the warmth of just being around so many people you loved had cast a sort of magical feel in the air. The promise of fireworks loomed in the air, and Harrison’s dad was telling everyone how good the view was.

The sun was dipping low on the horizon when Harrison leaned in, mouth close to your ear and hand stroking gently along your hip.

“You wanna get out of here?” he murmured, eyes sparkling like the simple metal sparklers his dad had handed out and lit earlier. The sparks had bit into your hands, but it was fun.

“And go where?” you whispered, turning to press a soft kiss against his stubbled cheek.

“You brought your swimsuit, right?”

“Yeah, what’s your angle? Thought we were going surfing tomorrow morning?”

“Just come with me, yeah?”

Harrison got up from the couch, helping you up as well and nodded at his dad like wherever he was taking you had been planned from the start. You slipped into the house, sliding door shutting with a muffled bang. He led you upstairs to his room and gathered his rashguard, flashing you a smile as he threw an extra one at you to put on over your swimsuit.

“You’re up to something.”

“Hurry up or we’re going to be late.” He grinned and tucked himself into the bathroom to change, leaving you to change in his bedroom. You pulled off your tank top and shorts, folding the whole pile up and placing it on his bed. You were quick to throw on your swimsuit and zip up his extra rashguard. He knocked on the door gently just as you were zipping up the last two inches and peeked his head out. “Ready?”

“I guess,” you laughed and he stepped over to reach you, pulling you into a kiss.

“C’mon.”

You were both laughing as you went back down the stairs, bare feet padding into the carpet. He led you out the front door towards the garage where you’d dropped off your surfboard right beside his earlier that day. Right beside the boards, there was a package of glow sticks and he quickly snapped them all and handed you half. The colors were bright when you shook them and adorned yourselves with necklaces and bracelets of neon and he kissed you again right there, hands roaming up and down your heated back.

Then he broke the kiss, passing you your surfboard and grabbing his with a wink and led you down the path beside their house that led to the ocean. Perks of being a doctor with a doctor’s salary meant that his dad could afford beachfront property. You ran together down the sand, jumping into the water that had cooled even more with the setting sun.

The sky was a gorgeous shade of purples and blues as the sun dipped below the horizon. You made it out past the waves and the breakers to the open ocean. There, you stopped, just looking back at the island and the sky and the lights from his house. You could barely make out his parents, dancing on the back patio, music faintly drifting over the ocean towards you.

Harrison checked his watch and grinned over at you, “Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?”

You’d barely finished your sentence before the sky above you erupted in fireworks, bursts of red, blue, purple, and gold shimmering as they rained down. You gasped, staring at it all. Harrison just smiled, reaching over to take your hand in his.

It was beautiful. Seeing the fireworks and being out on the water with him? It felt like magic.

“This is amazing.” you said quietly, feeling him rub his thumb over the back of your hand. “It might be one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah,” he echoed, but he wasn’t looking at the sky. He was looking at you. At the way you were gazing at the sky, lips parted in awe, and the way the fireworks and your glow sticks gleamed in their watery reflections.

All too soon, the fireworks were over.

“We’re already out here. Wanna catch a few waves before we head back?” he asked, taking his hand out of yours to gently splash you with water. He was rewarded with your laugh and you flicking his shoulder.

“Hmm, just one. Race you back to the beach.” you grinned, immediately flipping on your board to paddle away.

You knew he’d make it back before you, but you had to try and you paddled as hard as you could to get ahead of the next wave you could feel forming. He caught it right beside you as you both hopped up on your boards and focused on riding the wave without crashing into each other.

The sound of the waves roared in his ears as you both ended up past the breakers, kicking up water with your boards tucked under your arms. Your feet pounded the sand as you ran back up to the house, stealing kisses every few feet.

At the garage, he took your surfboard and propped it up on the wall before closing the door.

You stood there, watching him do it and admiring the way the ocean water still dripped from his hair and body. He caught you staring.

“What are you looking at?” he asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and peppering your face with kisses.

“Stop it,” you laughed, feeling his hands dig into your sides to tickle you. You slapped his chest and he laughed.

“What were you looking at? You staring at my ass again?” You felt more than saw his smirk against your skin.

“Leave it to you to take a cute moment and turn it on its head.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” He leaned in further and kissed your jaw, right at the crux of your neck. You shivered.

“I was looking at you,” you murmured, causing him to pull back. “And thinking about how much I love you.”

The words hung in the air and he swallowed, looking at you.

“You mean that?” His voice was quiet.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Thank God, because I’ve been wanting to say that for weeks.”

“We’ve only been dating for three months. I thought maybe I was saying it too soon.”

“I knew from the minute you first talked to me at the store. When you bought that Sinatra record and left me your number on that slip of paper? Oh, I was a goner.” He smiled softly, a hand reaching up to cup your face. The glow of the glowsticks shone faintly against his skin and he brushed his thumb under your eye. “I love you.”

“You two done canoodling?” a voice broke your reverie and you squinted up to the front porch where Chloe was leaning over the railing with a grin on her face. “Mom made this fancy-ass patriotic cake and Jason and I are going to eat it all if you don’t get back up here!”

Harrison laughed, releasing you from his arms just to catch your hand in his. He brought it up to his mouth and laid a kiss on the back.

“I don’t think she’s kidding.” he said, “But, we’re not done here. I plan to tell you, all night maybe, just how much I love you.”

“Get up here, Harrison!” Chloe yelled again and he groaned.

“She’s the worst.”

Your laugh carried as the both you made your way back into the house, mostly dry from your oceanic adventure. But, just as he promised, he spent the whole night whispering how much he loved you, what he loved about you, and what he wanted from your futures. And you let him because you knew you'd never be letting him go.

Because surgery wasn’t his life, because with the little time they had outside of the hospital, this man decided to surf. That deep down that is his true passion and wanting to save children is just a career. 

Harrison is so incredibly smart, always on his A-game, she knew he was just being nice when he let her take over in rounds or give up a cool case in ER. It made her mad knowing that he could get anything he wanted and for some reason he took it easy on her, he was kind. 

Not that other doctors weren’t, but in a way that he made her coffee when she was exhausted and offered her some of his bagel to get by. 

Somehow with all of that, he was a laid-back, silly guy who rarely failed at making her smile, even when she didn’t want to. 

This was supposed to be her job, she was supposed to be the best, but she knew she wasn’t the smartest. 

What pissed her off the most was that night in the bar, rolling into year four at the same hospital, Harrison had gotten a fellowship in that year with the pediatric speciality, while she trekked along in cardio. 

They wouldn’t be around each other as much and for some reason that made her sad. Not that she would ever admit that without being prompt, or even in general. 

Harrison could tell something was up because she hadn’t touched her martini, she didn’t like to drink a lot but the girl loved her espresso martinis. He sat in the booth with other peds residents, watching as she sat at the bar. 

He always noticed she didn’t have a lot of people around her, that she seemed to like it that way. Deep down Harrison didn’t believe that, he believed no one truly liked being alone. 

Everyone knows how he feels about her, aside from Y/n. 

He might’ve been a nice guy but it was different with her, it was like his axis was tuned into her and he just wanted to make her happy. Harrison wanted to know her in a way that she wouldn’t show anyone else. 

It didn’t matter if she knew, it never stopped him from being there, he got up from his spot, walking over to the bar, slipping into a stool next to her. “Not good?” he nods to the drink, she glares over at him.

“What do you want?”

“I wanted to know if your drink was any good.” he reiterated, simply with a shrug, a little quirk of his lips.

“Stop smiling at me.” she grumbles, frowning down at her drink, lifting it up to take a sip, she hums, “It’s delicious, is that all?”

Harrison nudges her with his elbow, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” she sighs, shaking her head as he taps his fingers against the bartop with his hands.

“Yeah I don’t buy that, but I’m not gonna force you to talk about it, I’ll just be here.”

“Be annoying as always.” 

“You like it.” Harrison retorts, dipping his chin down, she tries not to stare out of her peripheral vision, but she does until she has to turn her face towards him. 

“I tolerate it because you clearly like annoying me.”

“That’s very kind of you,” he chuckles, bringing his beer up to his lips and taking a long swig. 

“Don’t know why you even try, I’m such a bitch.” she scoffs, looking back down at her drink, almost like staring blankly at a void. 

“C’mon, don’t call yourself that, a little closed off, yeah.” Harrison offers, “But I’m sure you have your reasons.” 

“Why are you so nice to me?” she presses with a frown lining her lips, questioning glimmer in her eyes, that told him that there was something underneath the defense. 

Harrison obliges, “Because I like you, you’re a good doctor, you’re a good person, even if you pretend you’re not.” 

“You’re a better doctor, you’re smarter.”

Harrison genuinely snorts at that, shaking his head, “Being smarter doesn’t mean I’m automatically a better doctor. My dad was a surgeon, I grew up around this stuff, it just…comes naturally in a biological way…It doesn’t make me better, I-I love watching you with patients, you just…know how to talk to them, to make them feel safe.” 

“You do that too.”

He shakes his head with a flat line of his lips, “Not like you, Y/L/N.” 

It makes a huff of air come out of her nose, trying her best to suppress a smile, not look into those blue eyes that burnt right into her soul. Harrison saw her, he always had, that’s what messed with her, made her find comfort in something that wasn’t practicing medicine. 

Then he doesn’t shut his pretty mouth, “I can make small talk with anyone, but you connect with the people who struggle to connect with other providers or need time and patience to come around to a surgery or procedure. You care more than anyone else there, I see that, and to hell if I don’t say something about it when you call yourself…” he doesn’t say it. “Well it’d make me a bitch.”

She giggles, letting the smile break even as tears line her eyes, “You’re not a bitch.”

“I agree, I said something didn’t I?” he jokes. 

“You certainly did.” she said, tongue peaking out to wet her lips before she looked at his mouth for a second too long.

Tried to ignore what she tried to consider intrusive thoughts about rubbing her hands against his scruff, or the way his cheek quirked when he smiled. The way his voice cracks when he laughs, the way his blue eyes keep landing on her, just like right now. 

“Why do you look at me like that?”

“Why do you think?” Harrison asked.

“Don’t be elusive, just tell me, does my nose look too big? Is it my double chin?” 

“I’ll tell you if you tell me what’s wrong.” He retorts, his tongue pokes into the bottom of his mouth, smiles indenting. 

“I hate that…I’m gonna miss you and everyone else too but…” she shakes her head, huffing out through her nose. 

“All those little things, your nose and that cute double chin, I actually like those things, alot. I like you a lot, and I like looking at you because you’re beautiful. And I’m really going to miss you too.”

“Knott…”

“You know I don’t like when you call me that.” he husks, leaning his head on his fist as he keeps his body facing hers. “Just tell me to stop and I will, if you don’t like this then-.”

Her hand comes to the back of his head, jutting forward to connect their lips in a harsh kiss. Harrison melts into her embrace, clasping at her waist, mouths moving together, before he parts. 

“You drive me crazy,” she confesses, inches away from his face, as his eyes look hazey while they scan her face. “I want you so bad-I just…don’t think I deserve you.” She keeps her voice low so others can’t hear her, the ruckus in the bar makes it harder for him, but even if he can’t hear her voice, he knows exactly what she’s trying to say. 

Harrison leans into her ear, hot breath brushing over her ear, “Does all of that really matter if I want you too? If you somehow drive me even more insane?”

She stands up, in the direction of Harrison before grabbing his hand, leading him through the back of the bar towards the bathrooms. He doesn’t say anything, stumbling forward as he follows her, she opens the single stall bathroom door. Letting go of his hand to lock it before turning around, walking forward to cup his cheeks in her hands, kissing him passionately. 

Softer than before but more desperate, like she would take anything he gave her, and he wanted to give her everything. Harrison’s hands settle at her hips, pulling her flush against him as she gasps into his mouth, petting against the stubble along his jaw.

Her palms slide back into his hair, messing up the gentle quiff of his golden brown hair, while he begins to walk back, pulling her along until he hits the counter. Y/n’s tongue slipping past his lips, he moans into her, before shifting them so she pressed against the sink. Their noses pressing together, kissing growing frantic, one of her hands sliding into the front of his shirt.

She teases the hem of the material, Harrison’s lips meeting the side of her neck, as she felt up the soft indention of his muscles, all real, humanly soft but still strong. He moves his palms along her back before splaying them against her ass to pull her up onto the counter. Her legs clinging to his waist to bring him in closer. 

His kisses litter along her throat, wet, lingering, a slight of teeth against the skin, before she tugs on his hair to bring his mouth back to hers. 

“Wanna make you feel good, you want that?” Harrison coos, hotly against her mouth, she drops her forehead gently on to his.

She pants out, “Yes.” 

A wide grin stretches across his face that makes her stomach swirl with passion, especially when he falls to his knees. His bottom lip is taken between his teeth for a moment, as he tucks his fingers into the waistband of her pants. Those static blue eyes on her, unwavering, even as he gets her half-naked.

Harrison presses her knees apart after collecting her panties and shoving them in his back pocket. “Oh fuck.” he groans, guttural in the back of his throat, making her thighs twitch together. 

Though they can’t close because he shoves his head between them and runs his tongue up along the seam of her sex. “Oh-.” she shutters, while his arms loop around her legs, tugging her in close as if he wanted to suffocate in her pussy. 

He doesn’t take time to find her clit, its moments until he sucks the nerves into his mouth. A rack of shivers moving up her spine at the concentrated pleasure, then he presses a finger along the seam of her vulva. Her fingers found their home in his hair, the way her nails dig into his scalp makes him moan.

Harrison presses his middle finger past the threshold to feel her tight gummy walls surround it greedily. He’s quiet because he’s too busy devouring her bundle of nerves that almost feels like novocaine. It was so intense and consuming, numbing everything else but the way he makes her feel, how he grips on to her for dear life. 

Then another digit is added to the mix, curling to reach that spot in her that makes her calves tense. She’s never felt a high that has appeared so close before, bucking into his mouth, he joins every movement.

“Yeah take it pretty girl.” Harrison husks, before burying back into her and his tongue traces circles against her clit. 

The lewd sound of her arousal lubricating his fingers, he doesn’t press in too fast or too slow, it’s just perfect. She bursts apart like an uncontrollable shatter bullet, wracking through her whole system and decimating the tension into fragments of wary lust. It fluttered through her like hot ash falling on to cold snow. 

Harrison eases his ministrations, not quickly but languishly, like he didn’t quite know how to pull away from something so good. “Come here, please-please.” she cries, latching on to his shoulder as he finally rises.

Lips wet when they connect with hers, while she begins to work on his belt buckle, the metal crackling together, she's diligent in the process. Desperate for access to his cock, to make him feel the same way he had, to have him fill her up completely. To connect them in a way that they couldn’t ever come back from though neither of them would look through the rearview.

She presses away his jeans, shoving down his boxers far enough to take him in her palm. Harrison gasps into her lips, while she inches back to spit into her hand and pumping him to full hardness. Which was barely a task in itself, he was long, thick and ruddy with precum at the tip. 

“We don't have time.” he sighs, hiking her thighs up around his waist. Harrison lips fold against hers before whispering, “I'll take you home and spend my time showing you just how fucking crazy you drive me.” 

His hands took two handfuls of her tits to show him just what he wanted to explore. She brings the tip of his length along her folds, swiping through the slick before pressing him at her entrance. 

“Shit uh protection.” he stutters. 

“Birth control, haven't fucked anyone in so long, I’m clean so please fuck me.”

“I-I’m clean too.” 

Harrison angles his hips before sliding forward to stretch her with his veiny shaft. Her arousal aiding, until he bottoms out, in a frenzy to not get caught.

A whine exits her, “Shh.” he hums, “That okay?”

“Yes, move.” 

He doesn't take any more time waiting, he grasps her hips in his hands before thrusting in and out. A soft clap of their bodies, her arousal growing more intense with each entitled push, like the tip of him belongs nuzzled against her cervix. 

His long cock pressing into all the right places, almost too much but he doesn't overwhelm her. Harrison’s stubbled jaw falls forward with a moan, as both of her hands grasp on to his head and the back of his neck. 

The room fills with the sound of their breathing, he presses his forehead to hers, looking into her eyes with fiery concentration and yearning. 

The way he can so intensely build up the pressure in her gut was almost embarrassing. He didn't have to try and make her feel good, he just did. 

It was more than that, in the small bar bathroom it was a break in the thin veil that kept them apart. An unspoken boundary that she would never dare to cross even if she wished to. A deep fulfilling piece of their relationship that would center everything to finally make sense. 

The one sided bickering and the other flirting, it was non-stop-neither one of them wanted it to end. It was why when she finally had the chance, she realized she was dancing on the edge of oblivion. So she fell into his arms into complete and utter safety.

“I’m so close, Y/n/n.” 

The nickname never spoken before rolls off his tongue so naturally, burying his face into her neck. She wiggles an arm between them to circle her sensitive nerves, she flutters around his cock. 

Harrison tries not to feel the absolute vice around his length. How she pulls him deeper, one hand coming to his ass to drive him in harder. How she felt like fucking heaven, her cunt, the sounds she makes, the way she reacts to him. The more he thought about it the closer he got to his high. 

“Harrison-” she revels, arching her back, body trembling, head rolling back in wild satiation. 

He shutters, fingers clamping along her plushy hips, trying so hard not to cum until she does. Then it hits like elevation popping ears, wetness gushing out around his dick, the knot quaking in his own belly. 

Harrison comes inside of her, drawing her in close, one palm coming to thread through her hair. Lips meshing together in a tangle of aptitude needed, tongues sweeping in to remind her where he had been minutes ago. 

Her center aching at the pressure once he pulls out of her, careful, and gentle. Pulsating through her vagina, hands petting at the sides of her thighs to soothe.

“We can't stay in here much longer.” he concurs as she begrudgingly agrees. 

When she tries to hop off the counter, her legs are absolute jelly, but Harrison is there to brace her. “Oh shit.” she flushes, somehow more flustered with the evidence of his desire for her. 

Harrison smirks, throat thick, “That good huh?” 

“Shush.” she smiles, pecking his lips. “Take me home.”

“Yeah?” he searches her face with pleased glossy eyes, that familiar twitch to the side of his lips. 

Harrison leans down to push her pants back up her legs, keeping the panties in his back pocket while he shifts his jeans back up his thighs. 

He pressed with hesitance, “This isn't a one time thing?” 

“I don't want it to be, I really meant it but I said I would miss you.” she comments, glancing down bashfully, something he never saw with Y/n Y/L/N and he was kinda revelling in it. 

A reassured shake of his head, “I’ll be here as long as you want me to be.” 

God, she really wished she could just hate Harrison with a passion. Then again, maybe she could love him with a passion instead.