Hey all, I am back with another one. I got the vaccine today and already after a few hours I am starting to feel the initial side effects so hopefully I won't be too "indisposed". That being said, someone put this little nugget in my head and after some research, I figured that the best couple to do this with is Flora and Helia. This is a continuation of their "main" story and Musa is desperate for some help on a midterm project. So thank you to the guest who left the review for this inspiration.

Flora and Helia- Silhouette

"Please please please please."

Flora was down on her knees as she was working in the greenhouse. Perfectly content in her little world of plants and dirt, thinking about how in a few hours she would see her boyfriend Helia. That was until it was all shattered when Musa, her friend and Helia's cousin came barging in, begging her to help her with her midterm art assignment.

While the first class had been a requirement for a General Education credit, Musa had fallen in love with the art of photography and was eager to expand her skill. Helia had teased her that maybe the art gene ran through the Saladin family as both cousins had enjoyed art, music, and all things creative. The only difference was that Musa's creativity was fostered while Helia was expected to have a "real" job. Helia rationalized that it was the Kauffman side who had that requirement, even though they loved all of the art that he brought back with him.

But now that meant that Musa had become a monster. Roping her friends into all of her little projects, no matter if they were for class or not. Flora loved seeing this newfound passion in Musa but she was tired of Musa's incessant need for her to be in her projects.

"Why don't you ask Bloom or Stella? I am sure that they would be more willing. Aisha might even have some time." Flora sighed as she kept her eyes on the plant that she was tending to.

"They already did their parts. Without complaint I might add. Flora..." Musa whined and bounced on her feet like a child, "you are the perfect one for this."

"What makes you think that? You used me the last time and I almost had a panic attack."

Flora's mind went to the last time that she had agreed to participate in one of Musa's projects. It ended up with Flora naked on top of Helia before running out of the space and her mind body begging her to put some clothes on.

"But in the end it worked out. I got an A and you got a boyfriend." Musa countered. "And we all know what happened over winter break."

Flora looked up and glared at her friend. Wiping her hands on her stained work overalls, Flora rose to her feet and walked over to the large metal trough to start cleaning off the gardening tools.

"Musa..."

"You haven't even heard the idea yet." Musa crossed her arms.

Flora groaned, knowing that Musa was not going to let this go. Her friends were so pushy.

"Well, what is it?" Flora turned around, her long braid swinging over her shoulder.

Musa's face lit up now that she had her friend's attention, even if for a short while.

"Okay okay okay," Musa couldn't help but to bounce slightly in excitement, "so I am thinking The Seven Deadly Sins."

"Don't you think that is a little...overdone?" Flora shrugged as she returned to washing her tools.

"Maybe," Musa replied, "but I have some ideas."

"And when you said that the others have already done their parts?"

Musa smiled, "I assigned all of us a sin and I know the perfect one for you. Just please say that you will do it. It won't take long and I promise that it will be tasteful."

"The taste level is not what I am worried about." Flora sighed.

"Then what is?"

"Musa, I am not the most photogenic." Flora began drying off the clean and wet tools.

A snicker escaped Musa's mouth, "That's not what Helia thought."

"Musa..."

"You are beautiful, no matter what anyone else might think. You are my friend and I love you. Helia loves you. We all love you. Nobody cares if you are supermodel or not, you are you and being you is good enough."

A blush crept onto the high points of Flora's face and began to lower down to her chest.

With a sharp exhale, Flora responded, "Fine. Which sin am I? Envy? You know, green with envy?"

"Oh no, Flora. I had Aisha do that one. She looks so good in green. I only have one more sin left and let's just say that the last photoshoot was a warmup."

Flora snapped her head around to see Musa making her way out of the greenhouse, a smirk on her face. This couldn't be good.

"What? Which one is it? Don't tell me..."

"Too late to back out now. You are committed." Musa called out to Flora as she neared the exit.

"I'll see you on Friday in the art room."

Flora watched as the door to the greenhouse closed and she was left standing by the metal trough, her hands wet and her face stained with dirt.

What the Hell did Musa have planned?


Friday flew by much faster than Flora had wanted. Usually she was glad to be done with her classes and join Helia at his apartment for a cozy dinner and a movie. It had become routine at this point and she was perfectly content in the mundane ritual that she and Helia had created. Even if they did nothing, she would be happy knowing that she was with him. Their time was quiet and tender, much like them and their relationship.

But as Flora trudged through the early March snow of her college campus towards the room, she found herself longing for the quiet time that she would spend with Helia to destress. Knowing that she was about to participate in Musa's unpredictable photo shoot made her hair stand on end. She was anything but calm and would definitely need some Helia time after.

There was a soft ding and Flora turned her attention to her back pocket, pulling out her cell phone.

Good Luck with your photoshoot. I know that you will do great.

Flora smiled as she looked down at the message from Helia and replied with her own.

-I would much rather be at your place. Curled up on your couch, warm food in my belly, and wrapped up in your arms.

*Ding*

Don't tempt me or I might have to stop by the art building.

-Maybe you should come. I feel that Musa is going to be her usual pushy self.

Just tell her to piss off when she is being annoying.

Flora rolled her eyes.

-I can't tell her that.

*Ding*

Sure you can. I do it all the time. But maybe I can swing around after my meeting with my advisor. This dissertation is taking a lot more work than I thought. Defense is at the end of the year and then I begin my writing.

-I know that you will do great and I hope that your meeting goes well. I have no idea what Musa is going to have me do but it can't be as bad as the last project that she bribed me to participate in.

There was a moment of silence as Flora entered the art building before a ding came to her phone. The tone seemed to linger in the air more than Flora had noticed before.

I quite enjoyed the last project. Maybe I should just reschedule with my advisor.

A blush tinted Flora's tan skin, her heart thumping harder in her chest.

-Helia!

I love you.

Flora smiled down at her phone as she entered the room that Musa had reserved for her project. Sending one last text, Flora put her phone in her pocket.

-I love you too.

The room was warmer than usual for what would be in early March. It could be from the large lights in the corners of the room or from the way that there were thick blankets over the window both blocking out the light and the cold. However, Flora was stunned to see Musa fumbling with the lights. What the heck was she doing?

"Oh, Flora!" Musa smiled as she hopped down from the desk that the was standing on, adjusting the lights. She held a light bulb in her hand as she walked towards Flora. "You're here!"

"Um, what were you doing?" Flora asked.

"Oh," Musa turned to look back at the lights, "I was just changing out the colors of the lightbulbs. All of my "sins" have a different color story."

"And this color?"

"Red."

Flora was taken aback. Red? What about her screamed red? Red was powerful, confident, and...not Flora.

"Red?"

"Yes, Flora. Now, go see Mirta and she will give you the outfit you will wear."

Flora couldn't help but to smirk, "Oh I get to wear an outfit this time?"

"Just go get dressed."

She spoke too soon.

As Flora reached Mirta who was helping Musa set up, she grabbed the thin lacy material. It was red and Flora surmised that it was lingerie. While it had mortified Flora, at least it was better than being naked and having mud and jewels as her only source of cover. She reluctantly took the fabric with a sigh and disappeared behind the partition in the art room where she began to strip.

The lace clung to her skin as she looked herself over in the upright mirror that leaned against the partition. It was a strappy number. She thought that the red lace underwear and bra were bad enough but the garter belt brought it over the edge. She had felt more naked than she had the previous time. She felt like she was walking out of some horny teenager's wet dream than participating in some sort of art presentation. Flora sighed, thinking that she might as well be shooting something for Playboy rather than a midterm project.

Stepping out from the partition, Flora wrapped her arms around her torso, trying to hide as much of herself as she could.

"I am almost ready for you, Flora. I just have to finish setting up." Musa turned to look at her brunette friend, "And stop covering yourself, you look great! You should have seen Stella in her gold lingerie."

"And what sin was Stella?" Flora groaned.

"Greed."

"You never told me what I was."

"Do I really have to tell you, Flora?" Musa rolled her eyes before looking her friend up and down, her lips pursed. "I figured that the red would have given that away."

"Wrath?" Flora guessed.

"Sorry, that one was already taken?" Musa shrugged with a grin.

"By who!?" Flora exclaimed, removing her arms from around her waist and planting her hands on her hips.

There was a small voice that called out from behind her, "Guilty."

Flora spun around to see Mirta with her hand up and a nervous grin on her face. She was seated behind Musa's laptop.

"Seriously? So that means I am...oh no."

The realization washed over Flora and she felt her heart drop to her stomach. What about her screamed lust. Sure, she and Helia had enjoyed many nights with each other and she enjoyed turning him on. But she would not consider herself a lustful or even a sensual person. She was thankful that Helia appreciated and tolerated her awkwardness towards sex.

"Maybe if you agreed earlier, you would have gotten a chance to be the other sins." Musa teased as she took a few test shots of the empty space.

"And lust was the last one?" Flora found that hard to believe.

"Well, I honestly thought that Stella woud have picked that one but she found the idea of being covered in gold and jewels to be too enticing and opted for greed instead. Then the other girls took the other sins. Aisha was envy, Bloom took pride, Tecna was sloth, and Mirta was wrath."

"And what about gluttony?" Flora asked.

"You know how I love a good slice of cake. Mirta was kind enough to be the photographer. And Riven certainly had a great time licking the icing off of me."

"Musa!" Flora exclaimed.

"What?!"

"Why do I feel like you did this on purpose?" Flora narrowed her green eyes.

Musa placed a hand on her chest, "I didn't. Honest." Musa turned back around and pointed to the empty space.

"Now, get over there and we will begin."

Flora walked to the space where Musa pointed. There were a few desks and chairs but other than that, there was not much else to work with. Flora watched as Mirta stood up from the small desk and walked over to the lightswitch and turned off the classroom's fluorescent lights.

The room was suddenly dark and bathed in red. The red lingerie appeared invisible but you could still see the patterns that it made against Flora's skin. Flora could hear the shutter close on Musa's camera.

"I wasn't ready." Flora remarked timidly.

"Oh, I just needed to check the lighting. I know that you might be wondering what this looks like so you can look on the computer."

Flora walked over to Mirta who turned the laptop screen so that Flora could see the photo on her screen. The room was red and Flora and the objects around her were black, like a dark shadow in the red. She looked like a silhouette and Flora was beginning to feel a little more comfortable that all that people would see was the outline of her body and not the more intimate bits.

"Did all the photos look like this?" Flora asked as she looked at Musa and pointed at the laptop screen.

"Yes but with different colors." Musa confirmed, "You really need to trust me more. I told you that I wouldn't do anything too sleazy."

"The why do I have to wear this?"

"Better than being naked." Musa shrugged. "Now get back over here and start working your magic."

"My magic?" Flora cocked an eyebrow up.

"You know what I mean. Look sexy. It's not like anyone will be able to tell that it is you."


Across the quad, the sun was beginning to set behind the trees and the tall academic building. Stepping outside, Helia pulled his phone out from his pocket to check the time. It was a little past five and he had not received a text from Flora.

Musa must be keeping her. Helia thought to himself as he put his phone back in his pocket. This either met that it was going well or horribly wrong. Should he go and check up on her? Helia shook his head, knowing that Flora could take of herself and that she would hate for him to go and give Musa a stern talking to. He walked towards the art building, his car parked in his assigned spot (a perk for being a TA and Dr. Casey's favorite former student). Helia told himself that he wasn't going to go into the art building but curiosity had gotten the better of him.

Walking into the art room, he saw that the halls were dark but the faint sound of bass could be heard coming from the photography room. Following the noise, Helia made it to the room to find that the door window was covered in a large dark blue blanket, not allowing anyone to see inside. Was it really that bad that Musa had to cover the window to the hallway?

"That's it, Flora!" Helia could hear the familiar voice of his younger cousin showering Flora in praises. "Damn, I don't think that I have ever seen you so...shit, girl..."

Okay, he had to check it out.

Helia's hand landed on the silver knob of the door and with a turn of his wrist, the door opened and he slipped in. The darkness of the room and hallway as well as the loud music allowed his to enter the room undetected.

He was hit with the sudden red of the room and the flash of Musa's camera. The music was sultry and the bass shook the ground. He saw Mirta in the back of the room, brow furrowed, concentrated on the computer in front of her. But what caught his eye was Flora in the front of the classroom, her back arched as she was laying on the instructor's desk.

Her hair cascaded down the front of the desk and she was dressed in...was that lingerie? What was going on? Not that he was really complaining in the moment.

Sneaking around to the back of the classroom where Mirta was sitting, Helia peered over Mirta's shoulder and saw that in the photos, Flora appeared as a silhouette. The pictures were...quite good. He was definitely asking for copies of the whole film. It would help for the nights when he was especially missing Flora when she was miles away at grad school.

"What's going on?" Helia asked in a whisper.

Mirta gasped and jumped in her seat, her reaction unnoticed by Musa and Flora as they continued their work.

"Helia, you scared me."

"Sorry." Helia winced.

"We are almost done here. Sorry for keeping Flora longer than what we said."

Helia chuckled, "I don't need to know where she is at all times, you know."

"I know but it is getting a little late and we were supposed to be done about an hour ago but Musa is really 'feeling it'." Mirta put the ending words in air quotes. "To be honest, I didn't expect for Flora to do...well...this."

Mirta began clicking through the photos of the silhouetted Flora and felt the blood in his brain rush to his pants. Clearing his throat, he nodded and turned his head to the side as to not look at the photos or Flora. Maybe he was the one in trouble.

The music changed and the bass became deeper as Flora switched positions on the desk.

"I like what you are doing, Flora. What brought on this energy?" Musa asked as she took photo after photo of Flora.

"I think that I feel more comfortable when I know that nobody will know that it is me." Flora answered nonchalantly.

I'll know. Helia thought as his usual smirk crept onto his face. But he was glad that only he and Flora's trusted friends would know that it was her. For his eyes only.

"How about you stand up in front of the desk?" Musa suggested, "Maybe get some more angles."

Helia trailed his eyes down Flora's body as she hopped down from the desk and began posing. Her back arched as she put her palms on the desk, her arms straight. She looked over her shoulder at Musa and her head was thrown back. With a click of the camera, the photo appeared on the the laptop screen and Mirta quickly put that photo into the folder labeled 'Use'. She changed positions and was now bent over the desk, resting on her elbows.

Fuck. He was in big trouble. The things he would do to her bent over a desk like that.

His hands reached down to instinctually cover his growing erection, the bulge in his jeans getting bigger and bigger. He should leave but jeez, watching Flora pose so suggestively had him frozen in place.

"Do you mind if we get some shots with the lights on?" Musa asked.

Flora froze, "Um..."

"I just thought that my cousin might like a few photos. Don't worry, his eyes only," Musa answered Flora's unasked question.

"No need." Helia's deep voice cut through the bass of the music, "I much prefer the real thing."

Helia could hear the gasp escape Flora's lips.

"Helia!" Musa exclaimed, "What the fuck do you think you are doing here?! Sneaking up on me like that?! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! I didn't even hear you enter."

Musa walked over to her phone and turned down the music that was playing through the speakers.

"Maybe because you have the music loud and the room is dark. Looks more like a darkroom than a studio." Helia crossed his arms.

Flora had stepped behind the large desk and once again her arms returned to wrap around her midsection. Mirta stood up and walked over to the lightswitch and turned the lights back on, the room lighting up and the color of the red lights dissipating leaving Helia to stare at his lace clad girlfriend.

He licked his lips as he looked at Flora. The way that her breasts sat in the red bra. Followed the curves of her body until the red lace that was settled on her hips. He looked at the red garter belt around her waist hidden under her arms as she did her best to cover herself up. The things that were happening in his mind were criminal.

"So what are you doing here?" Musa asked as she set her camera down on one of the classroom desks.

Helia had not heard his younger cousin as his eyes stayed fixed on Flora and when her green eyes met his, he only had one thing on his mind.

Taking off his coat, he tossed it to Flora.

"Put that on." Helia commanded as he marched towards Flora.

"I...I..." tears threatened to fall from Flora's eyes as she quickly put the coat over her body. Was he upset with her? Did he not like the way that she looked?

Grabbing her hand, Helia pulled Flora out of the classroom and dragged her down the dark hallway, Musa's shouts falling onto Helia's inattentive ears. All of his senses focused on his girlfriend.

"Helia, I...I'm sorry."

"What the hell are you apologizing for?" Helia snuck a quick glance back at Flora. She was gripping his coat closed tight to her chest.

"I wouldn't have done it if I knew that I was going to be-"

"Flora, I know that it was just for a project and I know that Musa likes to push the envelope." Helia chucked, his deep voice raspy.

"But...your coat?"

"I didn't want you freezing to death."

Helia flung the back door of the art building to the parking lot, his car being the sole car in the lot. He pulled her outside and unlocked his car doors before quickly guiding Flora inside. He ran around to the driver's side and turned the key in the ignition, starting the car and putting it into drive. The tires screeched as Helia made a mad dash out of the parking lot and to his apartment.

"Helia, my things." Flora looked back at the art building retreating behind them as Helia sped down the road.

"I'll have Musa bring them to you in the morning." Helia replied as he pulled out his phone. He pressed a name on the screen and put the phone up to his ear.

"Timmy? Yeah, I am going to need you to leave?" Helia instructed into the phone, his voice firm, scaring even Flora. "Just...please? The whole night. Yeah. I'll make it up to you. I will."

Helia smiled as he put his phone down.

"What was that all about?" Flora's soft voice brought Helia's attention back to Flora. His coat had opened up as she let go and her body was on display yet again.

Helia clenched the steering wheel, his pale knuckle turning a ghost white. His jaw was clenched as he did his best not to crash. How did she not know how good she looked? Helia had a hard enough time getting Flora out of the art building and to his car without kicking Musa and Mirta out of the room and having Flora right then and there.

"We are going back to my apartment and I...whew, Flora" Helia let out a deep breath, "...I gotta bury my cock in you."

Flora's green eyes widened. Her usual sensual and sweet Helia was hidden behind this "monster of lust". Flora's eyes trailed down Helia's body, taking in his tense and impatient posture, down to where she noticed the large and very noticeable bulge. So he wasn't kidding?

"Helia..."

"Flora..." Helia groaned as he adjusted in his seat, "please. We are almost there and I am going to need silence because I am really trying not to cum right now and everything about you is about to send me over the edge."

Flora leaned back in the seat and shut her mouth. It had never been this bad. Sure she had her methods of turning him on but who would have thought that he would have liked her in all red?

Pulling up to the parking garage of his apartment, Helia put the car in park before stumbling out of the car and to the passenger side. He grabbed Flora's hand again and pulled her out of the car before shutting the door and leading her up the stairs to his apartment. Flora felt that she had to nearly run to keep up with Helia's quickened pace.

"Helia, slow down." Flora panted as she tried to keep up with Helia.

"Can't." His response was short.

"Helia..."

The door to his apartment was flung open as Helia barged inside, pulling Flora behind him. Slamming the door shut, Helia grabbed the shoulders of his coat that was draped over Flora and pulled down in a swift yank. When the coat hit the floor, Flora was standing in the middle of his living room in just the red lingerie. Her cheeks pink from the cold and her hair cascaded in caramel curls around her face.

Grabbing the hem of his green sweater, Helia pulled the fabric over his head before he closed the gap between Flora and himself. He placed a finger under her chin, willing Flora's eyes to meet his.

"Helia..." Flora's voice was breathless.

"Just when I thought that you couldn't be anymore stunning, you have to go and put all of this on and the pictures...Flora, I am going to have a hard time watching you go next fall."

Flora blushed, "You know that I will visit you over breaks."

"There aren't enough breaks. If I had it my way, I would never let you leave from my bed."

"Helia!" Flora swatted his bare chest.

"I mean it. I would do anything to make love to you every day." He placed a kiss on her right cheek. "Morning," a kiss on the tip of her button nose, "noon," a kiss on her left cheek, "and night."

Flora sighed as his lips finally met hers. His body was warm on her skin as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She raised her arms and hung onto his neck, pulling herself closer to his body. The bulge in his pants pressed on her lower abdomen, sending her head into a fog and her body began to tremble with need for the man that she was currently with.

His hands began to trail up her sides, grazing over the delicate lace and her smooth skin. Helia could feel the peach fuzz stand on end with every gentle caress, sending him over the edge. He needed her and he needed her now.

"Flora..." Helia said between kisses, "God I need you."

Taking her hand gently in his, Helia led Flora into his room. Shutting the door behind him Helia wasted no time getting out of his jeans and underwear, his cock springing free from it's cloth confines.

"Someone is excited." Flora giggled as she sat on the edge of Helia's bed.

Helia looked down at Flora and smirked before walking over to his nightstand. Opening the drawer, he pulled out a condom.

"You have no idea." Helia stuck the wrapped condom delicately between his teeth and crawled up the bed. He trailed his hands up Flora's tanned legs and up to her hips before dropping the condom from his mouth onto the bed and placing his mouth on Flora's. Her hands cupped his slender face and pulled him down with her. Wrapping her legs around Helia's torso, Flora felt her want pool within the red lace.

"It doesn't look like I will have to get you wet."

"You never do." Flora rolled her eyes, "You know that I will always want you."

Helia looked over to the side and grabbed the condom that was sitting on the edge of the bed. Picking it up and tearing it open, Helia rolled the latex over his hard member. In that time, Flora had removed the red lace underwear.

"You know you have to get rid of the bra too." Helia gave her a sly smile. Flora huffed and squinted her eyes before reaching behind her and took off the bra. Her breasts fell slightly and bounced as she threw the bra off to the corner of Helia's bedroom.

"Better?" Flora asked in a teasing tone.

"Much."

Crawling between her legs, cock in hand, Helia lined himself up with Flora. Her arms around his neck as he stared into her eyes.

"Ready?"

With a sure nod from Flora, Helia slowly sank into her.

"Oh fuck..." Helia groaned as he bottomed out in Flora. She was always tight, perfect for him. But because of his earlier...excitement...the sensation felt better than it ever had before. And every other time had been out of this world.

"Are you okay?" Flora asked as she looked up at Helia. His face was contorted into one akin to pain.

"Oh yeah," Helia exhaled, "you...I...it has never felt this good before."

Flora didn't know how to respond.

"Do you want to keep going? Are you going to be okay?"

"Oh, I will be fine." Helia opened his eyes and smiled, "I fear that you might not finish before I do."

Flora giggled, "That's okay, I know that you will definitely make it up to me."

Helia placed a kiss on Flora's lips as he slowly began to move his hips back and forth. The friction from the light thrusting was enough to send Helia to an early climax but he needed to be connected to Flora for as long as possible. Without her, he felt like a part of him was missing. He felt like that when they were apart in a non-sexual setting as well. The next year was going to be difficult. All he had was a dissertation and he was free to be with Flora where she was.

Soft moans brought Helia back to the woman who was underneath him. Her cheeks rosy and her breasts bounced gently as he moved in and out of her. Her hair was like a halo behind her angelic face and Helia thought about how lucky he was. But soon his mind was brought back to the photos he saw over Mirta's shoulder and Helia's speed increased.

The way her body was curved and how she looked draped over the desk. Even though she looked like a silhouette and it could have been any woman, Helia knew that it was Flora. His woman. His Flora who was the woman in the photos and he counted his blessings every night that woman was the one who allowed him to be on top of and inside of her. He really was the luckiest man in the world.

His hips moved faster and faster and Flora's moans and pants became louder.

"Harder, please." Flora asked through breaths as she tightened her legs around Helia's torso.

Helia lowered a hand to wrap around Flora's back and pull her up so that her chest was flushed to his. Soon, gravity took over and Flora was now on top of Helia as he was in a seated position, her legs straddling his hips. And that was the way that she preferred it. And honestly, the way that Helia preferred it as well. This way he could run his hands over Flora as she rocked her hips into his and he could hold her close as they both found their release.

Flora rocked her hips, grinding down on Helia's hard member as they both found a pace and pressure that satisfied them both. She returned her arms around Helia's neck and her nails began to dig into his pale skin, leaving thin trails of red in their wake.

"Flora..." Helia moaned, "shit, you feel so good."

Lowering his head, Helia took a hard nipple into his mouth causing Flora to arch her back.

"Helia!" Flora exclaimed through as a gasp as his tongue began to trail circles around her nipple.

With her breast in his mouth, Helia left out a singular chuckle as he lowered one of his hands from around Flora's waist and dipped down to rub the small clitoris between their bodies.

"OH!" Flora yelled out as she felt a jolt of pleasure course through her body.

With the sensation of Helia's mouth on her breast and the other on her clitoris, Flora let out a cry of pleasure. Her eyes became glassy with tears as she reached her climax and her core clenched at the electric release.

Helia removed his mouth from Flora's now soaked nipple to look at her face. Red from her orgasm and her forehead glistening with sweat. However, his fingers still rubbed against her clit as he bucked into her, chasing his own release.

"Helia..." Flora said with ragged breath, "you are going to make me...OH SHIT!"

Flora lowered her head onto Helia's shoulder as she quickly crashed right into another orgasm. But this time, Helia removed his hand from her clit and wrapped his arm back around her waist. Pulling her tight to him, he dug his fingers into her soft flesh as he came.

"Flora!" Helia called out her name as he spilled inside of her.

His cool breath hit her shoulder and she fell back, pulling Helia with her. Sliding out of her, Helia crawled off of the bed and threw away the filled condom in the small trash can next to his desk, filled with rejected sketches and disposable coffee cups.

Coming back to the bed, Helia crawled under the blanket and wrapped his arms around Flora's limp body.

"I take it that you came too?" Helia whispered into Flora's ear and placed a kiss on her sweaty temple.

"Mmmmhmm," Flora sighed as she turned and curled into Helia's hard body, "I should shower but I am so tired."

"That's okay," Helia chuckled, "I have to do laundry tomorrow anyways and talk to Musa."

"Talk to Musa?" Flora opened her eyes to look at Helia.

"Yeah," Helia smirked, "to tell her to send me those photos from today and to put you in more of her art projects. Especially if they are going to be like that."

Helia was met with a light slap on his chest as Flora pursed her lips and narrowed her green eyes.

"You're terrible." Flora teased.

Helia gave a deep and breathy laugh, thinking back to when he had met Flora and how that event led to them becoming friends and then...well...more than that over the winter break.

"Well," Helia shrugged, "I would say that her projects worked out pretty well for us."

I know I know, I am terrible at endings. I just don't know when to stop haha. Anyways! If you aren't following my insta starrynights513, I post inspo as well as hold polls and give updates. So if you would like to interact with me beyond FanFiction, give the ol' instagram page a visit/follow.