Chapter 5

True to her word, Flora was asleep by the time Bloom came back in from her shower. Unfortunately, the cold shower was not effective. Upon seeing her roommate thinly veiled by pink sheets, the outline of her rear end, the dramatic dip in the base of her spine, and those long, long legs, all the thoughts Bloom tried so hard to block out came back in full force. It was clear that this girl was not going to go away easily, but Bloom was not going to give into a fleeting infatuation. She had never been attracted to a girl before, and now was not the time to start entertaining those kinds of ideas.

Unfortunately her dreams had other plans.

In her dreams, Flora was there to greet her at the door. They stood face to face before falling to the bed, getting lost in a tangle of limbs. Flora would shed her clothes piece by pieces, her blouse the last thing to go and her breasts would bounce into place as they were freed, pert nipples pink and rosy. The scent of vanilla and roses was overwhelming as she pressed that perfectly hot body onto Bloom's. Somehow Bloom was naked as well, the sparks of electricity running down their joined skin exhilarating.

There was red too, but this red was different. This red was warm. This red was welcome. This red surged with each brush of skin, with each pull and tug and gasp. It pushed and pulled and drove her to the edge of ecstasy and back. And then when Flora touched her right there, oh, the red flooded every one of her senses, pulling her into a sea of pleasure.

And then the sensations became much more powerful, much more visceral. Flora would touch but the pleasure was coming elsewhere, somewhere deeper in her body. Flora's lips traced patterns on her collarbone, but the kisses were felt lower, pressed into the soles of her feet, her calves, climbing higher and higher. While Flora's lips pulled on her earlobe, the pulling came from somewhere else entirely, somewhere that felt like lightning had struck her.

Bloom's eyes flew open, her body arching up off the bed at the particularly powerful surge of pleasure, pulling her out of her slumber. She couldn't seem to catch her breath, the shocks running down her abdomen and pulsing in her core making her feel like she was on fire. Her hands fisted in the sheets, and when she pulled them off the lower half of her body, the sight that met her took her breath away.

Flora's head was between her legs, gentle hands spreading Bloom apart and pressing into the soft flesh of her inner thigh while her mouth worked on her core. Flora was sucking and licking Bloom's folds as if she needed it to live, her tongue diving so far deep into her center Bloom thought the girl was going to eat her way straight to her heart. Flora's tongue lapped over Bloom's sensitive clit, circling it wetly before sucking on it with a tender yet desperate edge, making Bloom gasp. Bloom's fingers threaded through Flora's hair, keeping the girl's head in place as she worked her mouth.

Bloom had never experienced so much pleasure. Her thighs were quivering, her toes curling as her body tensed. Her release was soon, and all Bloom could do was stare glassy-eyed at Flora as she watched her swollen lips wrap themselves around her folds over and over again. The sight was far more beautiful than she could have possibly dreamed, better than her earlier fantasies. No amount of dreaming could capture the hooded allure of Flora's dark eyes, pupils blown wide in lust and locking passionately with Bloom's as she sucked the soul out of her.

"Flora..." Bloom moaned, her vision starting to go red at the edges. "Flora you need to stop..."

Flora hummed in dissent, sending delicious vibrations that ran up and down Bloom's body, causing her to gasp sharply. But the warning signs were there. This was like Andy all over again, and if she didn't get Flora to detach from her pussy, then Bloom would have another life on her hands. It would be hard; the pleasure was reaching a crescendo. Bloom was so close. Just another minute and she would come all over Flora just like the girl wanted. But that was wrong...so wrong...she had to stop. Couldn't let Flora die, not for her own pleasure.

"Flora...Flora STOP," Bloom commanded, her voice quavering but strong. And surprisingly enough, Flora obeyed. She sat up, her lips still swollen and eyes hooded, but this time, she almost looked dazed.

"Wha...what's going on?" she slurred her words, her body wavering back and forth, like she was going to topple over. It almost looked like she was sleepwalking, but Bloom had never seen anything like this. It was kind of scary if she were honest. What was more scary was the thought of Flora coming back to full consciousness while she was still situated between Bloom's bare legs.

"This isn't real Flora...It's just a dream," Bloom told the drowsy girl. It was like she was in a trance, her eyes half lidded, completely unaware of what was going on and it was freaking Bloom out.

"What...where am I?" she asked groggily, her head lolling to the side as she tried to look at her surroundings.

"You're in your bed. You're dreaming," Bloom insisted, this time more forcefully. "Really vividly dreaming. Just go back to bed."

"Back to bed..." Flora trailed off.

She got up jerkily from Bloom's bed, stumbling back to her own thankfully without falling over. She collapsed onto her mattress, planting face first into her pillow and falling right back asleep, regardless of her sheets or other blankets. When Bloom was convinced that Flora was truly asleep, she let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

What the fuck was that? She asked herself, her mind screaming with uncertainties. How the hell did that just happen? What was going on with Flora?

There was so much that Bloom didn't know. She didn't know what came over Flora, why she felt the need to eat her out, or why she was acting so strangely when Bloom told her to stop. All Bloom knew was that she did stop, and that was good because being implicated in the murder of a fellow student would be horrible, especially since she just arrived at the only place strong enough to keep whoever the hell was after her away. Not that Bloom was going to kill Flora, it was just that she had already lost Andy to sex, and now with the red anger in her and the news that she was a fairy...well...she was a loose canon. Bloom didn't know what she was capable of, and now was not the time to test her limits.

However, Bloom was fully capable of masturbating, which was what she was going to need to do now that Flora left her so close to the edge. A very dissatisfying end to her perfect fantasy.

Bloom woke up to her alarm in the morning, very grateful to find out that Flora had no recollection of the night before. Thankfully, that little stunt had squelched any more inappropriate ideas in Bloom's mind, at least for the moment. Now there was a niggling fear of what could happen should she do that again. Flora didn't seem to notice if Bloom was acting weirdly, going off to shower before class started. Bloom took her time getting dressed, ready to get through her first day of magic school.

"Good morning sunshine!" Stella greeted Bloom upon seeing her in the common space the next morning.

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" Bloom asked, unable to stop the smile on her face though she still felt guilty for it.

"Ugh, that's so stereotypical Bloom," Stella scoffed, though she meant it kindly. Bloom was starting to learn that Stella's way of communication was fifty percent sarcasm and fifty percent snark, so nothing mean she said was every truly meant to be cruel. It just so happened that fashionista beauty queens only knew how to be petty divas, and Bloom was okay with that.

"Where are our other roomies?" Bloom asked, looking around the common space. Flora was still asleep, not woken up from her trance last night. Bloom checked her pulse and it was steady, so she just figured the girl would wake up in her own time, hopefully before class started. However, the other two had yet to be seen.

"I don't know. Maybe still sleeping. They're cutting it close, though Palladium is a huge pushover. He'd never count them as late."

"Palladium?"

"He's the Potionology professor."

"Potionology...like the lab the Headmistress said you blew up?"

"Hey, it was an accident! I was simply trying to create a new shade of pink and poof! There went the walls. My family donated all the money for repairs plus upgrades, so I don't know why she is still bitter about that."

Bloom simply shook her head and sighed. Yep. Stella was a walking spoiled rich girl stereotype.

"I'm going to go look around, see if I can find the other girls," Bloom said, walking towards the door that was locked last night.

"Mmm okay. I'm going to head out to the breakfast hall. Meet you there."

Bloom nodded and watched Stella leave. Flora was still in the bathroom but her other two roommates had yet to make an appearance, so Bloom might as well go make her introductions before class. She knocked on the door, but it was muffled somehow, like the sound was carried away from the room. She tried again but the same phenomenon happened. Intrigued, Bloom pressed her ear up to the door; she could hear sounds coming from within, snippets of sound and a dull thumping. Was someone playing music loudly? Fed up, she decided to just walk in. After all, it was the early morning. The worst she could find was two very pissed off girls being shaken from their beauty sleep.

That was, until she walked in on the two girls scissoring on one of the twin beds, both gasping profanely and grasping for sweaty skin.

Bloom was momentarily shocked, unable to comprehend what she was seeing. But when she did, her mind immediately caught fire and she ran out of the room, slamming the door shut loudly so both girls knew they had been walked in on.

"I am so sorry," Bloom apologized loud enough for them to hear through the door, completely mortified at having invaded their privacy so crudely. "I had no idea, I didn't mean-"

"No worries," said one of the girls, calling Bloom back in. Her voice was raspy yet not unpleasant, and she smiled genuinely for Bloom's sake. "We weren't exactly quiet about it."

Bloom shakily reopened the door and found the two girls covered in blankets this time, both watching her curiously. They were a strange couple, one with pale skin and dark raven hair and the other just as pale but with hair dyed a bright shade of magenta and cropped short.

"I told you there was a seventy two point three five percent chance that my muting charm would wear off if I lost focus," the magenta-haired girl told the raven-haired girl, her accent strange and lofty. It was clear that she was well educated and intelligent. Surely she earned her spot at Alfea more than Bloom did.

"I'm not sorry you lost focus," the raven-haired girl teased, leaning her forehead close to the magenta-haired girl's. "I love hearing the sounds you make."

"Okay I'm still here," Bloom reminded them, very uncomfortable with the situation.

"Sorry," they both apologized, though Bloom could tell they didn't mean it. If it were up to them, they'd get back to fucking right about now. They were just stopping because of Bloom, and she wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

"I'm Musa, Fairy of Music," the raven-haired girl introduced herself, "And this is Tecna, Fairy of Technology."

"I'm Bloom, and I don't know what I'm the fairy of yet."

"Oh so you're that Earth girl they found on the quad last night. Cool," Musa nodded, having no problem whatsoever with Bloom's strange circumstance.

"The likelihood of magic being found on Earth is estimated at one hundred thousand million to one," Tecna replied, spouting out statistics as if she were a human calculator. "How intriguing it is to be in the presence of the one."

"Yeah...I find it really weird too," Bloom agreed, unnerved by the intensity of Tecna's gaze.

"Don't mind her. Once you get past her robot speak, she's actually quite endearing," Musa told Bloom as she elbowed Tecna gently in the ribs, giving her a hard time.

"I'm not a robot," Tecna pouted.

"Of course not babe," Musa replied, kissing her nose before getting up off the bed and wrapping a sheet around her body. "Now get up, time to get ready for class."

"I've already memorized all the necessary texts."

"Of course you have," Musa said casually, sorting through her wardrobe. She found what she wanted not hanging up, but in the hamper. She cast a quick blur of magic over the garments and they looked good as new, not a rumple or stain in sight. "Bloom, how much time until class?"

"About half an hour. Stella is waiting for us in the breakfast hall."

"Perfect. We'll see you there, okay?" Musa said, pulling her hair up into high pigtails.

"Yeah, sure, good," Bloom stammered, getting the hint to leave and grateful for her chance.

She shut the door tightly behind her, trying to shake the images of two more of her roommates naked out of her brain. It was insane what was happening, how many sexual situations she was finding herself in in such a short amount of time. Were fairies just hornier people in general? If so, Bloom was going to have a hard time keeping herself in check, as well as her strange behaviors.

Determined to return to normal, Bloom grabbed her backpack and headed down to the breakfast hall. It was already busy, most of the students already seated around long banquet style tables. The student populace was not that much - maybe a few hundred girls in all the grades total. Still, that was a few hundred more fairies she now knew existed than yesterday. She found Stella sitting in the middle of one of the tables, a few extra seats saved around her. Bloom sat across from the blonde who was picking at her assorted fruits and eggs.

"Can you believe it? They don't have low carb croissants!" Stella immediately complained, eyeing the delicious pastries with jealousy.

"So?" Bloom asked, taking one for herself.

"SO?" Stella asked incredulously, looking down at herself. "I'm trying to lose weight."

"You look fine to me."

Stella only scowled and speared a piece of her fruit, munching on it bitterly. They didn't speak until Flora came down and sat right next to Stella, much to Bloom's relief. A few moments later, Musa and Tecna came down, choosing to sit across from one another, Musa next to Bloom and Tecna next to Flora. They all started menial conversation about the weather and upcoming classes, comparing horror stories of what they'd heard about Miss Griselda and how picky Professor DuFour was. Bloom was desperately out of the loop, but laughed along with the group when someone mocked Professor Wizgiz's hat and how high pitched Professor Palladium's voice was.

Eventually, Stella got up to complain to the cook about the lack of low carb meal options, and Tecna went to go to class early. Flora was busying herself with a plant she kept in her purse, so Bloom was left with Musa. It was awkward for Bloom, but she couldn't speak for Musa. The only thing the girl seemed concerned with was finishing her third plate of eggs and bacon.

"I'm sorry, I just feel like I need to apologize again for earlier," Bloom said out of the blue, earning a surprised look from Musa.

"Listen girl, it's okay, really. I'm not worked up about it, Tecna's not worked up about it, so you shouldn't be either."

"So how long have you two...you know...been together?" Bloom asked Musa out of the blue, her voice nervous and unsure, her hands still shaking from walking in on them earlier.

"Tec and I? Nah we're not together," Musa shook her head and took a big bite of her eggs.

"But this morning..." Bloom started, not even sure where she wanted to start with her questions.

"We were just fucking around, literally," Musa said nonchalantly, throwing around personal details as if they weren't sensitive. "It doesn't mean anything. We're really good friends who also happen to have really good sex. I know that in reality, her heart is in her computers and I've been eyeing up this really cute Red Fountain boy. Killer body, dark hair, and the moodiest fuck-me-now eyes. But what can I say? I'm a sucker for the broody type."

"He sounds...charming?" Bloom tried, and Musa chuckled, reaching over to steal one of the fruits Stella left behind.

"What about you? Have any guys? Girls? Both?" Musa asked, noisily taking a bite of apple.

"There used to be this one guy...but he um...he died..."

"Tough break, sorry girl," Musa apologized, running her hand along Bloom's back comfortingly.

"Yeah it sucked and it still does. I'm not over it. I thought he was the one."

It was still strange for her to think of Andy in the past tense. To her, he was still just as real as he ever was. And she knew that wasn't a healthy thing - to live in denial like that - but it was better than the alternative of crying on her floor for hours and hours every day like she did for weeks after the funeral.

"Hey, well with looks like yours, you could get over it ten years from now and there'd still be a line of guys waiting for you to notice them."

"Yeah Bloom, I was wondering what was up with your looks," Stella chimed in. She was back from complaining and had clearly been eavesdropping, leaning over the table, a hint of judgement and jealousy in her gaze as she raked her eyes up and down Bloom's body. "Is that all natural or just some really powerful glamor charm?"

"I've always looked like this...unfortunately..." Bloom replied, now self conscious as she wrapped her arms around her body protectively.

"Unfortunately? I would kill to look like that," Stella replied passionately. "Especially since the Miss Magix pageant is coming up in a few months. I really want to win and if I had your body, I'd be a shoe in."

"Sorry Stella," Bloom apologized, though she wasn't really sure what for. It was just a reflex. Something went wrong in association with her and and automatically apologized.

"Hey, time for class," Musa said, swinging her legs over the bench and scooping up her book bag. "Better get moving before Palladium knocks our grades down."

"Please, like he'd even consider it," Stella scoffed, but she still grabbed her designer hand bag off the table and strung in over her arm. Flora followed suit and tucked her plant away, scribbling something down in a journal before putting that away as well. Bloom had no idea what kind of experiments she was doing, but they sure did seem to consume her life.

"You of all people should be wanting to make a good impression on him this year," Musa reminded Stella pointedly.

"Blah blah blah heard it all before," Stella griped, crossing her arms over her chest while the rest of the girls giggled.

The four of them walked to class together, and already Bloom could see a group forming and she was right in the middle of it. And no matter how great it was that she was making friends, it still felt wrong to create a new family when her real family was worlds away fighting for their lives.