Flora & Helia- Bound
The sun was high in the sky as Flora wandered through the halls of Red Fountain. She had planned on surprising Helia with some cupcakes that she and Aisha had made but when she had gotten to his room, she discovered that Helia was not in his room. In fact, none of the boys had been in their room. So, she was left to find someone that she knew to tell her where Helia was or wander around the halls aimlessly until she found him.
Sha and Helia had just begun dating only a few months ago and everything was still so new and exciting. He had kissed her for the first time outside of Darkar's lair and there had been a few more kisses since then and they had shared a few other moments together, like sending notes to one another and giving each other small gifts, like the cupcakes that Flora was desperately trying to get one another.
"Hey, Flora!" Flora turned around to see Brandon calling out to her.
She smiled, finally someone who might be able to help her.
"What are you doing here?" Brandon asked as he ran up to stand in front of Flora, "Ooo," his eyes widened, "cupcakes."
Flora quickly retracted the cupcakes from Brandon, "These are not for you unless Helia is feeling generous enough to share."
"Does he know how many you are bringing him?" Brandon asked
"No?"
"Then he won't know that there is one missing."
"Brandon!" Flora exclaimed, "Can you tell me where Helia is?"
Brandon smirked. "I will tell you for a cupcake."
Flora sighed as she held out the platter of cupcakes in front of Brandon.
"Fine."
"He's in the art room," Brandon informed as he grabbed a blue iced cupcake on the platter.
"I didn't know that Red Fountain had an art room."
"Yeah, I think that it was a concession for him to come back to Red Fountain, though I am sure that his grandfather could have just promised him a certain nature fairy and Helia would have begged Saladin to return."
Flora blushed as she thought of Helia coming back to Red Fountain because of her. She knew that she wasn't the reason. Helia was a talented student and Flora was sure that it would have taken a lot of convincing to get him back to Red Fountain. He was an asset to the school and someone as insignificant as her could not have been the reason that he reenrolled. It had to be the art room. Helia loved art.
"Anyway, he's doing something with some rope. Are you sure that you want to date him? He is a cool guy and all but he's a bit weird."
"For your information, I think Helia is quite amazing, and I love him for what you call his weirdness."
Brandon shrugged and smiled, "Then I am glad that he found you and you found him. You two were made for each other."
"I don't know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment."
"Compliment for sure." Brandon replied with a wink.
"You just want another cupcake, don't you?"
"I sure do."
Flora held out the platter once again and Brandon took another cupcake.
"Pleasure doing business with you."
Brandon gave Flora a small salute as he made his way down the hallway, leaving Flora with a platter with two fewer cupcakes than she had before. Well, four cupcakes would be enough. She wasn't even sure that Helia even liked cupcakes or chocolate for that matter. Well, she wouldn't find out until she got there so she continued on her path to the art room.
That was if she knew where the art room was.
After a few wrong turns later and asking a few students where the art room was, Flora had made it there. Thankfully she didn't have to "pay" any of the other students with her cupcakes.
Peaking through the narrow window on the door, Flora looked inside of the art room to see Helia with his hair pulled back and his sleeves rolled up, his arms submerged in a bucket with who knew what. He looked...good. Great. She had fallen in love with his artistic and more sensitive side that set him apart from the other Specialists but goodness...he sure was nice to look at. Flora watched as he pulled out wet, and green-dyed rope and squeezed out the excess green water. The muscles of his arms flexed as he squeezed the rope. Flora bit down on her bottom lip as she watched Helia from afar. She could have stood there and watched him all day but she was knocked back to her senses when Helia looked up and saw her standing at the door. He waved and Flora jumped back in surprise.
Helia waved her in and Flora placed her hand on the doorknob and walked inside of the art room. Soft music was playing and the room smelled like...herbs? What in the world was Helia doing?
"Flora," Helia smiled as he stood up from the stool that he was sitting at above the bucket and grabbed a towel from one of the tables, "what are you doing here?"
"I, uh, I brought you some cupcakes. Aisha and I made some and I thought that you might want some."
"Thank you, Flora," Helia placed a kiss on Flora's cheek and was about to reach out to grab the platter and noticed that his hands were stained a dark green, "could you set them on the table? I don't want to stain your plate."
Flora blushed as she placed the platter on the table where Helia's stained rope and handtowel were. She looked at the ropes and noticed that there were bundles of different colors resting to dry. There was purple, blue, red, and now green.
"What is going on with all of the rope?" Flora touched the undyed rope lightly, feeling the surprisingly smooth texture.
"It's for a photography project."
Flora turned and looked at Helia, who had picked up the bucket of hot water and was walking it to the sink. His arm muscles were once again on full display and Flora was having a hard time thinking about anything else other than those arms wrapped around her.
"Everything okay?" Helia asked, once again knocking Flora from her stupor.
"W-w-why do you need the rope for a photography project?"
Smooth, Flora thought; he definitely wouldn't know that she was staring.
"Have you heard of shibari?" Helia asked, causing Flora to shake her head, "It's a traditional form of binding using a natural rope. I am dyeing some rope to have some contrast with the colored body suits that I am having my models wear."
Flora smiled, "Sounds fascinating!"
"It really is," Helia beamed as he ran over to the table and grabbed a book, "I have been using these ancient and all-natural dye recipes to dye the rope but I have been having some trouble getting the pink dye to stay. I have been dyeing the rope and then it turns this weird brown color. Which would be fine if I was needing a brown color."
Fora peered over Helia's shoulder and looked at the book as he thumbed through the recipes.
"Have you tried using mature fir bark?"
Helia turned around and gave Flora a smile, "I haven't."
"It really works wonders. I used it to dye a scarf that I gifted to my mother last winter and it..." Flora blushed, "I suppose you aren't interested in that."
"I am interested in whatever you have to say, Flora."
Flora would never tire of hearing that. Helia was the only one who would ask her questions about nature or her work and he was the only one not to show exhaustion when she found herself getting a little too carried away talking about the things that had made her excited. Flora knew that her friends meant well but she also knew that she could get carried away.
"I have some bark in a jar back in my room if you need any."
"You would give me your bark?" Helia asked.
"Of course," Flora shrugged with a shy smile, "I would give you anything."
Did she really say that out loud? When she heard Helia giggle, she knew that he had heard her. She didn't mean to sound so desperate but she really was.
"Don't tell me that." Helia replied, "I fear that I would begin to take advantage of you."
"You would never."
Helia gave her another smile and Flora felt her knees grow weak. She really needed to get over this if she had any chance of making it in this relationship with Helia. Perhaps he was right because at this moment, she would let Helia do anything that he wanted with her. But he was too kind of a person. She knew that for sure.
Thankfully, Flora was granted a moment of reprieve when Helia placed the book back on the table and returned to the bucket that was by the sink. Flora let go of a breath that she didn't know she was holding as Helia dumped the green water into the sink. There was a light ringing sound coming from Helia's direction. Helia pulled out his phone from his back pocket and placed it to his ear as he continued to dump the water.
"Lucy..." Helia answered with a smile, causing Flora to grow interested as to why Lucy had been in contact with Helia. Not that Flora was worried for the wrong reasons. She trusted Helia and Helia wasn't exactly Lucy's type, as she much preferred the company of the female sex. But that didn't mean that Flora's interest wasn't piqued.
"What?" Helia's smile dropped and his eyes closed softly as he let out a deep and calming breath. "No, I understand. I hope that you feel better, Lucy."
Helia brought his phone from his ear and placed it back in his pocket; an unmistakable frown etched on his face.
"Is everything okay?" Flora asked as she walked closer to Helia.
"Lucy dropped out of the project. A nasty illness is going around Cloud Tower and she has been the most recent victim. It's not her fault but I have to find someone to pose for the project." Helia let out a light scoff, "Funny enough, Lucy was going to be wrapped with the pink rope so maybe I won't need it anyway and I was stressing out for nothing."
Flora placed a hand on Helia's shoulder, giving him a comforting smile.
"I can always model the rope for you."
Why the Hell did she say that? She didn't know anything about modeling. Stella had been trying to get her to model for her for years and now Flora was offering herself to Helia. Stella would kill her.
What surprised Flora more than her impulsive offer to help Helia was his wide-eyed response.
"You would?" Helia asked, "Are you sure that you want to do it?"
Flora inhaled and slowly released her breath.
"I am sure. I want your project to go well and you have been working really hard on it from what I can see."
"You are too kind and generous for your own good, Flora." Helia answered with a smile, "Thank you."
"I told you that I would give you anything."
"And I told you not to tell me that."
Flora leaned forward and placed a kiss on Helia's cheek, "What time should I be here for your project?"
"I am hoping to get started this weekend." Helia answered, "I was going to have Lucy wear a white bodysuit for the shoot but feel fr-"
"I can get it from Mirta or I will go out and get another one."
"Don't go out of your way for me."
"I will and I am looking forward to this weekend."
"He's doing WHAT?" Bloom exclaimed as she and Flora were sitting in their bedroom getting ready for the night.
"Helia said that it was called Shibara or Subaru or something."
"Um, it's called Shibari and it's a form of BDSM, Flora."
"What?" Flora tilted her head in confusion.
Bloom huffed and rolled her eyes, "It's an Earth thing and it's also a sex thing."
Flora's eyes widened, "No..."
"Indeed."
Flora's heart dropped. Helia never told her that this was a sexual thing. Sure, the thought of doing something sexual with Helia had crossed her mind but she never thought that Helia would have been doing it for an art project. Did he even know that it was sexual? He was the oldest out of the boys but he seemed to be just as lost in these things as Flora was. No way that he knew or else he wouldn't have picked it for an art project.
"He couldn't have known. He wouldn't have accepted my offer to model for him. And I don't think that Lucy and the other models would have agreed."
"Well, barring Lucy, the other girls could have thought that Helia was super hot and would do anything to have his strong hands tie them up and have his way with them."
"BLOOM!" Flora exclaimed, "This isn't a sex thing!"
The door suddenly opened to reveal a pajama-clad Stella entering the room.
"I heard 'sex'," Stella smirked as she waltzed into the room. She looked at Flora and her eyes widened as she gasped, "Did you and Helia ha-"
"No, Stella!" Flora exclaimed once again.
"Not yet," Bloom slyly interjected, "But Flora agreed to be Helia's model for a sexy art project."
"Ooo, sexy art project." Stella clapped her hands in excitement as she skipped over to sit next to Flora. "What is it?"
"Shibari," Bloom answered, not allowing Flora to get in a word.
"Shibari, what is that?" Stella asked, her question directed more towards Bloom. Was Flora even still in the room at this point? Did they not realize that she was still in there? They were talking about her and Helia right in front of her.
"Some Earth BDSM thing with ropes. It's actually quite beautiful when you look past the pure wankiness of it all." Bloom answered.
"So Helia is the person that I have to blame for Brandon saying that he wants to tie me up when we have-"
"Helia is not like that!" Flora jumped up from her bed and stood in front of her friends. "This is not sexual and I don't think that Red Fountain would allow something like this to happen in one of their classes."
"Maybe," Bloom shrugged, "but then again, Helia is Saladin's grandson and I bet that he gets a lot of...perks."
"This is all innocent and that is final." Flora sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Just...have a look it up online, hon." Stella replied as she stood up, "Once Helia has you all wrapped up, you are going to beg him to have his way with you."
"Get out, Stella." Flora pointed to her door.
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving." Stella held up her hands. "But do have a look at whatever it's called before you see Helia again. I am sure that you will find it to be most titillating."
"Good night, Stella!"
Stella left the room, leaving Flora and Bloom seated back on their respective beds. Flora fell back onto her bed and shut her eyes.
"Don't worry about it too much," Bloom remarked.
"How am I not supposed to worry about it, Bloom? If it really is some sex thing, will Helia think that I agreed to be his model because I want to have sex with him?"
"Do you?"
Flora turned her head to look at Bloom before taking in a deep breath.
"No...yes...I don't know. I love Helia and I would want nothing more than to rip the clothes off of his body and tell him to take me."
"Damn, Flora." Bloom laughed, "I didn't know that you felt like that."
"Have you seen him, Bloom?"
"I have but he's not really my type. You and Helia are perfect for one another. But an 'I don't know' is not a 'yes' to the question so maybe now is not the right time for you and Helia."
"But I want him so much."
"Okay," Bloom crawled underneath her blankets, "then I guess you need to decide if you are ready for Helia to have his way with you or if you are going to keep this art project innocent."
"But what if he-"
"Trust me, Flora, he wants to. But he isn't going to make the first move. Remember, you were the one to confess first. If you think that you are shy, Helia is even more so. But Sky tells me about the moans that come from Helia's rooms and the name on his lips is 'Flora'. Honestly, the two of you just need to loosen up and fuck each other's artsy-fartsy brains out."
"Bloom!"
"What?" Bloom smirked, "It worked wonders for Sky and me. I'm not as anal as I used to be."
"Really? I hadn't noticed."
Flora could tease too, but that still didn't mean that she couldn't get a pillow thrown at her.
"Seriously," Bloom laughed, "be honest with Helia and communicate your needs. This might be the perfect opportunity for you to do so."
Bloom turned off her lamp on her bedside table, plunging the shared bedroom into darkness. Flora rolled on her side and shut her eyes, hoping to get some sleep but Stella's words nagged her.
"But do have a look at whatever it's called before you see Helia again. I am sure that you will find it to be most titillating."
Curiosity now had gotten the best of her. Turning to her other side, Flora grabbed her phone from her bedside table and turned it on and clicked the icon for the web browser. She nervously typed out the word shibari and her heart dropped at the images she saw.
Stella and Bloom were right. It was a form of BDSM and was primarily an art form used for sexual pleasure. The photos were erotic in nature and Flora found herself scrolling through photos of all kinds. From the tame to the full-on perverse. Flora was entranced by the intricacies of the knots and the patterns formed by the rope. She could see how Helia would find the beauty but if he had accepted the erotic nature of the art, why didn't he ask her?
Now curiosity had been replaced by doubt. The ugly voice in her head telling her that she was not good enough had crept back in.
Did Helia not think that she was sexy enough for this? Did he not think that she would be a good enough model? Did he think that she wasn't pretty or good enough? That she wasn't desirable? Maybe he was trying to tell her something in the art room, that the only reason that he was dating her was because she was 'easy' and a 'pushover'. After all, she confessed to him first. Maybe he said that he loved her too because she was the easiest catch and she had declared her love for him. He would leave her when he found someone better.
No.
Flora shook her head. Helia was not like that. He loved her and Bloom said that Sky had told her that he thought about her when he was intimate with himself, just as she thought of him when she touched herself at night. He kissed her so openly and freely and he genuinely seemed interested in her. But still, why hadn't he asked her to model something so sensual and intimate?
Deciding that it would be a question better answered another day, Flora shut off her phone and placed it back on her bedside table before turning around, shutting her eyes, and drifting off to sleep.
Flora took a deep breath.
Today was the day, the day that she would model for Helia's art project. What at first seemed like a kind gesture to her new boyfriend, that was down a model, soon turned into a source of anxiety for Flora. She wanted to do this; she really did. But would Helia think that she was good enough? He didn't even ask her to begin with, so Flora spent the rest of the week thinking that she wasn't good enough.
Flora stopped outside the art room door with a small tote bag in her hand. She peered through the small glass once again and saw Helia standing in the middle of the room, coiling the rope around his arm. There was a small setup featuring a camera and some lights but once again, all Flora could pay attention to was Helia.
His focus was solely on the rope as he wrapped it around his arm, the dark blue rope contrasting wonderfully with his pale skin. His eyes were intense as he looked at the rope and his jaw clenched. He looked to be deep in thought and it was a shame that she might ruin that as soon as she stepped into the room. But it was time to face her anxieties and step into the room.
Flora placed her hand on the handle of the art room door and opened the door, causing Helia to look up and smile.
"Flora," Helia greeted as he quickly finished coiling the blue rope around his arm, "I am just putting away some rope and then we can get started, okay?"
Silently nodding her head, Flora watched Helia put the blue rope on the table and grab the bundle of bright and deep pink rope.
"Your bark worked wonders and I followed your instructions of giving it a few soaks to really saturate the color. The color is just what I wanted."
"I am glad," Flora replied with a nervous smile, "should I get changed?"
"Oh," Helia's expression turned serious, "sure, I set up a spot right there. Let me know how it is, you are the first person I am shooting. I am just going to do a few test shots and go over the design while you change."
Flora gripped her bag and made her way over to the corner of the room, where she began to strip. She reached into her bag and grabbed the white bodysuit that she had picked up from Lucy. Lucy was skinnier than Flora but she was also taller, so Flora thought that the bodysuit would fit. But as Flora stretched the white fabric over her body, she soon discovered that she had been wrong. One wrong move and she would bust out of it. The back practically went up her butt and as for her chest, little was left to the imagination as the tasteful scoop neck of the top came lower than probably intended.
Great.
Probably not what Helia was looking for in his art project. No wonder why he didn't ask her. Flora was probably the larger of her friends and who would want to see all of that on full display? Nobody, that's who.
"Are you almost changed, Flora?" Helia asked.
Flora's head snapped up and she began to panic.
"Um, I don't think that it is a good idea for me to come out there. Not until I go to the store first."
"The store?" Helia questioned, "Why would you need to go to the store?"
"Lucy's bodysuit," Flora sighed, "it doesn't fit."
"What do you mean? Is it too big?" Helia replied, "I know that she is a bit taller than you but I thought that it would fit."
"That's what I thought," Flora said as she took a deep breath and stepped out beyond the small partition, "but I guess that I didn't count on a few other things that make Lucy and I quite different."
Helia turned around from the camera to look at Flora to see what the issue might have been. Flora felt her heart stop as Helia looked at her and his eyes went wide and the smile on his face fell.
Flora blushed as she looked away in embarrassment and did her best to shield her body, "The issue is that it's too small. I'm sorry, Helia. I know that this is not what you had in mind and I can run to Magix Miss and get another one."
Helia didn't say anything but his gaze remained unchanged.
Flora continued, mortified by the silence.
"I can see why you didn't ask me in the first place. I know that I am not the 'ideal' but...I was silly to say that I would help."
"What do you mean that you are not the 'ideal'?" Helia finally spoke though his voice was hoarse in the process of doing so.
"There must have been a reason that you didn't ask me to help you, Helia," Flora's voice became stronger as she was becoming angrier at the fact that she had to explain it to Helia. He knew what she meant, he could look at her and see it. It was as if her body were trying to escape the bodysuit or eat it alive.
"I looked up what your project subject was and I know that I look ridiculous in this bodysuit. Helia, you should have just-"
"No!" Helia exclaimed, "I mean, no, just...you look fine. And I didn't ask you because," Helia looked around the room nervously, "I didn't ask you because I didn't want to put you in a difficult situation."
"Helia, I do-"
"You said that you researched a bit of my project and I didn't ask you because I didn't want to put you in an uncomfortable situation. I think that you are the most beautiful creature that I have ever seen, Flora and I am so fortunate to have you as my girlfriend. I didn't ask you to do this project with me because I didn't want you to think that I only liked you for your looks or wanted you for a more erotic nature."
Helia walked up to Flora and grabbed her hands, "I also didn't ask you because I didn't think that I would be able to concentrate with you looking like that."
Flora blushed as she gently removed her hands from Helia's hands. Both shy from Helia's comments and embarrassed for thinking that Helia wasn't interested in her for the right reasons. She was an idiot for letting the idea cross her mind that Helia really didn't want to be in a relationship with her and that he only liked her because she was the "easy" and "pathetic" option.
"Now..." Helia reached up and grabbed the hair tie in Flora's hair and pulled, her brown hair falling down her back and over her shoulders, "go stand in front of the backdrop and we can get started. I need to get a few test shots before we get to...it."
Flora walked over to the edge of the room and stood in front of the backdrop, her arms in front of her body and her hair falling in her face.
"Just stand like you normally stand, Flora."
"I am."
"No, you are not."
Flora sighed as she straightened up and removed her arms from in front of her body. She looked ahead at Helia, focusing her attention on him to disguise the self-consciousness. And it was far easier to focus on Helia than it was to focus on the fact that he was taking pictures of her. He had called her beautiful but that still didn't mean that she didn't still feel absolutely ridiculous in the too-tight bodysuit.
Helia looked from the camera to the laptop screen on the table that held the rope that would soon be wound around Flora's body.
"The light hits you beautifully, Flora. I always forget how beautiful the planes of your cheeks are, so high and perfect for..." Helia looked at Flora and slowly shut his mouth, "sorry, I got carried away."
"It happens to all of us."
Helia returned his focus back to the camera and took a few more photos before taking a look at the computer.
"Perfect." Helia turned back to face Flora, "But any photo would be perfect as you as the subject. Are you ready?"
Flora looked at the rope next to Helia before taking a breath and nodding her head. This was just an art project. No matter how intimate, this was only professional. It meant nothing. Nothing at all. If Helia wanted her like she so desperately wanted him, he would tell her.
Helia grabbed the rope from the table along with a piece of paper with a drawing on it. Flora held her breath in anticipation as Helia walked up to her, his eyes focused on the drawing on the paper.
"So I was thinking that with the pink rope, I wanted to try more soft and feminine positions. Something that I don't think that you will have any trouble with."
"You are going to be the one tying me up. All I have to do is stand here." Flora giggled.
"And move where I tell you," Helia smiled, "I should ask, can you put your arms behind your back? Hopefully, you will be able to move the way that I need you to..." Helia pointed to the tight bodysuit, "...all things considered."
"I think that I will be able to-"
As Flora reached behind her, a loud ripping sound cut her off.
"Oh no," Flora winced, feeling the warm air of the art room hit her chest. She was too afraid to look down. "How bad is it?"
Helia glanced down and looked up quicker than he looked down.
"Um, yeah, it's pretty bad. From what little I could see. Not that I was staring but I wanted to check."
Flora slowly brought her head down to see that the front of her bodysuit was ripped straight down the middle, right to her navel. Worse, her bra-clad chest was completely exposed.
"Oh no no no no no..." Flora brought her hands up to her chest. "I'm so sorry, Helia."
"It's okay, Flora." Helia looked away, "I can, uh," Helia looked down at the paper with the drawings, "I can do an Ushiro takate kote and-"
"What?"
"Sorry," Helia shook his head, "just, I can position the rope so that it covers...no, that wouldn't...Flora, I don't-"
Flora grabbed Helia's cheek and brought his attention back to her. Helia was careful not to look at Flora anywhere other than her eyes.
"Relax, Helia. I can do it like this."
"Like that?"
"Isn't this usually done in a state of undress anyways?"
Helia raised his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat, "You don't have to do that, and I am going to be taking photos."
"Really, Helia," Flora smiled, "I am okay. It's like wearing a bathing suit."
Helia pulled back from Flora and his hands immediately went to the hem of his shirt and pulled up.
"Here," Helia held out his shirt, "you can wear this and I can tie the rope around you wearing this."
She had seen Helia without his shirt on before when video chatting him or when he was training, but she had never seen him strip in front of her. And what she saw had shut her up. Her eyes traced the muscles of his chest and abdomen. She knew that she was staring but it was so hard to look away and she really, really, really didn't want to.
What was wrong with her? She was acting like Stella, overwhelmed by a hot guy who happens to be her boyfriend standing right in front of her. Flora just wanted Helia to rip off the remainder of the now-ripped bodysuit and...goodness, now she was thinking more like Riven. She was not like Riven. But then Helia smiled and the twitch between her legs told her that at this moment, she was just like Riven.
Flora raised her hands to her shoulders and began to slip down the tight sleeves of the bodysuit, revealing more of her tan skin and the nude-colored underwear that she wore.
"Flora..."
Flora closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "I want you to tie me up like this..."
Helia slowly nodded, "Okay, if you are sure."
"I trust you, Helia."
Grabbing the rope and paper once again, Helia stepped in front of Flora and took a deep breath. He began to uncoil the rope, the sound of the rope sliding through his hands the only sound in the room. His hands appeared to have turned as pink as the rope as he prepared it to wrap it around Flora's body.
"I think that the rope is dyeing your hand." Flora remarked, trying to break the tension in the room.
"It's not the rope." Helia replied.
Flora gently closed her mouth and bit down on her bottom lip, slightly embarrassed about her incorrect assessment. She wondered then what it could be.
"I am going to begin now." Helia announced as he looked into Flora's eyes, his hands holding the rope. "Are you ready?"
Flora nodded and adjusted her posture to allow for Helia to begin wrapping the rope around her body. The surprisingly smooth rope hit Flora's bare shoulders, then the feeling of Helia's warm hands. A shiver went down Flora's spine as Helia touched her skin.
"Are you cold?" Helia asked, "The room is kept cold when we are using the studio lights. Are you sure that you don't want to wear my shirt?"
"I'm not cold." Flora replied, her voice soft and shaking as she looked up at Helia.
Helia and Flora stared at one another for a moment, Flora lost in the deep blue of Helia's eyes. She wanted to lean in closer, to be closer to Helia and feel more than his hand on her body.
"Let me know if you need anything." Helia said, causing Flora to relax as the moment had gone away.
Flora stood still, or as still as she possibly could as Helia's hands began to maneuver the rope into small knots, looking from Flora to the sheet of paper that was now positioned on the floor. As Helia worked his hands over the rope, his fingertips would brush small areas of exposed skin, causing Flora to feel weak in the knees. And Helia wasn't even looking at her.
She loved the way he looked when he was focused. It reminded her of the first time that she saw him in the arena at Red Fountain, sitting in the old bleachers, sketching some birds that had landed in front of him. His mouth was fixed in a frown and his eyebrows came together in concentration. Flora sucked in a breath as Helia's hands came across her clavicle, followed by some rope.
"Are you sure that you are not cold, Flora?" Helia asked, his eyes looking up at Flora.
"N...n...no," Flora stammered, "I told you that I was fine. Keep going."
Helia continued to tie the knots, looking from the sheet back to the rope and then back again. He worked so methodically, almost with surgical precision, Flora almost forgot that Helia had been moving and tying rope across her chest.
"Can you put your hands behind your back for me?" Helia asked softly.
Flora slowly brought her hands behind her back, her arms grazing the dangling rope under her armpits and the rope pressing against her chest. The rope was tight but Flora sort of liked the feeling of the rope against her skin, but not as much as the feeling of Helia's hands brushing against her.
Helia quickly moved behind Flora and grabbed the rope that dangled from her body. She felt the rope tie around her arms, now locked up and unable to move her arms. Once again, she felt Helia's hands along her skin but this time, she had no choice whether she wanted to touch him or not, and that only made her want to touch him more.
"The rope isn't too tight, is it?"
Flora shook her head. It really wasn't. She was having...other...issues.
"Not at all, Helia."
"The uh, the rope looks amazing on you. The pink against your skin...looks better than it would on the white."
"I'm glad," Flora replied, "I mean that it still looks okay and didn't ruin your project."
Helia laughed, his breath hitting the back of Flora's neck.
"I told you, you could never ruin my project. You could only ever enhance anything that I could ever create. You are my muse."
"I am?" Flora asked, looking over her shoulder at Helia, who had finished wrapping the rope around her arms and began wrapping the pink rope around her waist.
"I always feel inspired when I look and think of you."
"Anything else?"
"What do you mean?" Helia asked, his hands lingering around Flora's waist.
Flora turned around slowly to face Helia, her hands tied behind her back, causing her chest to stick out.
"Do I make you feel...anything else?"
Helia cleared his throat, his eyes looking away from Flora, "I don't think that you want to hear-"
"I do, Helia, so please tell me."
Helia silently dropped down to a squat, wrapping the rest of the rope around Flora's thighs. When he pulled on the rope, Flora's knees bent, causing her to fall forward. Helia caught her and gently brought her to the ground.
"I...I...I never noticed that you had freckles across your nose." Flora tried once again to break the tension between the two of them. It was bad enough that Flora was tied up but now she was tied up and on the floor.
"They show up in the summer," Helia replied, "and yes, Flora, you do."
"Do what?"
"You make me feel much more than inspired, Flora."
Helia placed his hand on Flora's waist and leaned in, placing his lips on Flora's. Flora wanted to reach up and pull him in closer but as she moved, she remembered that she was bound by the pink rope.
"Is the rope uncomfortable?" Helia asked.
"No," Flora cut him off, "I...like it."
"Really?"
"The rope feels nice against my skin."
Helia laughed, "The rope, huh?"
"Not as good as your hands though," Flora replied, "and...I like being tied up by you."
"Binding people is kind of my specialty," Helia said as he flexed his hand, alluding to the glove that he wore in combat. She remembered when he held back the monster who almost attacked her at the unveiling of the renovated Red Fountain. He asked her if she was alright and then let the beast go, much to the chagrin of her friends. Helia really did have a way with ropes and binding people and monsters alike.
Flora sat up, Helia helping her rise up so that she was now in a seated position on the ground.
"Helia, I hope that I am not coming across as too forward but I...I really like you."
Helia laughed, "You are my girlfriend, so I hope that you like me."
Flora shook her head, "Not like that, Helia. I mean, I really like you and I really want to be with you. When looking up shibari I...I became...I mean, I really wanted to..."
Helia placed a hand on Flora's shoulder, effectively calming her down.
"I don't know what you are trying to say." Helia said, "You can tell me anything, you know that."
"I know, Helia."
Helia placed a kiss on Flora's forehead, "So tell me what it is that you want."
Flora closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "Helia, I want to be with you. I want you to touch me and...I want to be intimate with you."
Helia stared at Flora, his eyes devoid of any kind of emotion and his mouth agape. Flora's cheeks became as pink as the rope as she looked at Helia. She had really overstepped this time. It was bad enough that she had volunteered to help with his art project.
"I'm sorry, Helia," Flora replied, "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It's just that when I saw the photos online, I thought that maybe...with me...and you...and I just really like you, Helia. And now I am pretty sure that I have just ruined everything."
Helia stood up and Flora watched as he walked away to the camera and the laptop. Helia closed the laptop and unlatched the camera from the tripod. She had really put her foot in it this time. And this time, she couldn't blame Chatta for her forwardness. It was all her.
"If you help me up and untie me, I can get dressed and I will go and-"
Flora yelped as she felt Helia's hands on her and her body leave the floor. She was cradled against Helia's warm and shirtless torso.
"Helia! What are you-"
Flora was once again silenced as she felt her body hit the top of tables in the art room. Helia's hands landed on Flora's thighs and began to frantically untie the rope.
"Helia, what are you doing?" Flora questioned, concern lacing her voice.
Helia's hands stilled on Flora's thighs, "Sorry."
"Why are you apologizing? I am the one that told you that I wanted to..." Flora sighed, "I would be in a hurry to untie me too."
"I really wish that you wouldn't do that, Flora."
Flora's head dropped.
"You are always so hard on yourself and you cannot see how wonderful and perfect you are. I love everything about you and I think the universe of you, I wish that you could see that you are the most amazing and beautiful and...I want you, no need you to know and understand that."
Raising her head, Flora's eyes met Helia's as the words that left Helia's mouth hit her ears. He really thought that highly of her? Nobody thought that highly of her. Even her parents would have some form of criticism.
"Never apologize for telling me what it is that you want. I want to make you happy, Flora and I cannot do that if you don't tell me."
Flora inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. Communication.
"Helia, I want you to do more than just kiss me. I want you to touch me and I want to touch you," Flora glanced behind her and turned back to Helia, letting out a small laugh, "when I can touch you, that is."
Helia reached up and ran his fingers through Flora's hair, "I told you that I am really good with knots and..."
"And?"
"I want you too, Flora." Helia placed a kiss on Flora's cheek, "I want to kiss you," he placed another kiss on her forehead, "and touch you, and feel your body against mine, and..."
"Helia," Flora's voice was breathy as Helia's lips lingered on her skin, tracing down her cheek and to her neck and shoulder, "touch me now, please."
Helia's lips landed firmly on Flora's neck and his hands landed back on her waist.
"I want to touch you now," Flora moaned, "can you untie me?"
"No," Helia answered against Flora's skin, "just...sit there. Sit there and let me do everything."
Helia lowered down into a squat, just as he had before in front of Flora a few moments before. He took the dangling pink rope that he had untied from Flora's legs and began to wrap the rope around her thighs and down her calves. Flora wiggled against the rope to find that Helia had also wrapped the rope around the legs of the table, leaving them open in a spread position.
"I hope that it isn't too much." Helia said as he rose up from his crouched position.
"Not at all."
Helia placed a kiss on Flora's midsection, "And this?"
"N...n...n...no," Flora's breath shook.
Helia moved lower and lower on Flora's body, his lips tracing along the curves of her body, skipping over the rope that lay over her skin.
"You'll tell me when it is?"
"Y...y...y...yes." Flora moaned as her head fell back, "anything."
"I told you to stop telling me that."
Flora flexed her hand as her reflexes started to kick in. She desperately wanted to touch Helia and it was beginning to become painful. She needed to touch him. It went past want. Helia was shirtless in front of her, kissing her body and touching her the way that he had in her dreams. Who would have thought that being tied up and communicating would have led to all of this? Finally, getting what she wanted.
Helia's mouth moved further down her body until he stopped at the waistband of Flora's nude-colored underwear.
"And this?" Helia asked, looking up at Flora.
Flora angled her head down to look at Helia and nodded, "Yes, Helia..." Flora answered, "yes."
"Itadakimasu."
"What did you s-"
Flora gasped as she felt Helia's hands move her underwear over to the side and his mouth connected to the space between Flora's legs.
Now, Flora was determined to touch Helia, struggling to break free from the ropes around her arms. If Helia were a fairy, his power would have been some sort of binding magic. Then again, she had been known to wrap an enemy or two in her vines. Hah, Flora would love to see how Helia would look wrapped up in her vines; give him a taste of his own medicine. Then again, she volunteered to be tied up by him. Well, she didn't know what she was getting herself...fuck, how was Helia so good at this?
"H...H...Helia," Flora moaned, "that feels good."
Helia ran his tongue up Flora's weeping slit, tasting the salty fluids that dripped from Flora.
"And you taste immaculate."
Helia's arms wrapped around Flora's thighs as he anchored himself between Flora's legs. Not that Flora would complain. She was really liking the way that Helia looked between them.
"You should get a picture of this." Flora laughed as Helia's mouth worked over her wet center. Pieces of his hair had fallen from his ponytail and onto his face. Flora wanted to push his hair back but her hands were literally tied and Helia sure did look sexy like that. How did she get so lucky? A kind and hot boyfriend who also ate her out like some sort of sex God.
"Mmmm," Helia moaned, "I don't think so."
"I thought that you said that I was your muse?"
Helia placed a finger at the entrance of Flora's vagina, causing Flora to let out a breathy moan. Her body arched, silently begging for Helia to enter her. Her body was far more direct than her head and mouth could ever be.
"I think that I would rather keep this for my eyes only."
A finger split into Flora's vagina, causing Flora to fall back onto the table, her arms becoming painfully trapped between her body and the table. Not that she cared, the feeling of Helia's finger inside of her overriding any pain that she could have possibly felt.
Another finger entered Flora as Helia's mouth returned to Flora's now-swollen clitoris.
His fingers moved firmly yet delicately in Flora. She thought that it would be painful. It had been slightly when she did it to herself at night as she thought of Helia and all of the things that she wanted him to do to her. But it wasn't. Nothing about this was painful. Helia's fingers were strong and warm, and his tongue hit all of the right spots that his fingers could not reach. Flora truly was in ecstasy; if only she could just touch him.
This was far better than she could have imagined. Her dreams could never compare to the feelings that Helia was giving her now. Her head began to fill with thoughts of nothing but pleasure and her body tightened as Helia moved both on and in her. Forget binding magic. What Helia was doing to her now would surely be his power if he were a fairy. And he sure would be a very powerful fairy at that.
As Helia's fingers moved in and out of her, Flora wondered what it would be like when she and Helia...was he planning on doing that here?
"Helia..." Flora muttered his name through a breath of ecstasy, "Helia, stop."
Helia immediately removed his fingers from inside of Flora and raised his head to look up at Flora. His eyes were filled with worry as he looked at Flora and she felt her heart sink.
"Are you okay?" Helia asked, "You aren't hurt, are you? I am sorry if I did something that you didn't want. I didn't mean to-"
"No," Flora shook her head, her now messy hair falling in her face, "it was amazing, Helia. Better than I ever could have imagined. I just...do you want to have sex with me?"
Helia's eyes widened, "You want to have...with me?"
"I do, very much."
"But?"
Flora sat up and placed a kiss on the top of Helia's head, as that was the only place that she could reach as her legs were tied to the legs of the table.
"But I would rather be able to touch you as I do, Helia. And I was hoping for something more romantic."
Helia reached down and began to untie the knots around Flora's legs, freeing her from the confines of the rope.
"I'm sorry for ruining the mood, Helia."
"You didn't," Helia chuckled as he shook his head, "because I agree. And since we are being more direct and open with each other, I do want to have sex with you, Flora. Very much. But I agree with you. When that day finally comes, I am going to take you out to your favorite restaurant, go to the gardens, and take you home with me. And I don't mean Red Fountain home, I mean home home. And I am going to attempt to give you the greatest night of your life."
"Attempt?" Flora smirked as she moved closer to Helia, "If this is just a taste of what you can do, I know that I am going to have quite the night ahead of me."
Flora kissed Helia, the taste from between her legs falling on her lips. She didn't realize how salty she was. She would have to ask Stella if there was some sort of remedy for that. Not that there was anything wrong with the way that she tasted but she thought that she could taste better. Especially if she was going to kiss him after he...
Helia reached behind Flora and began undoing the knots around Flora's arms. Flora could feel the rope loosen around her arms.
"Finally," Flora quickly removed the rope from around her arms and flung herself towards Helia, "I can touch you and I have been dying to do so."
"You can touch me all you want."
Flora's hands ran up the hard planes of Helia's muscular chest, tracing every bump and groove, determined to one day have every millimeter committed to memory. Her arms wrapped around Helia's neck as she pulled him close to her, so glad to feel his chest pressed to hers as she kissed up passionately.
"And if I said that I didn't want the restaurants and the gardens? If I said that I only wanted you?"
"Then I would tell you that you have me. You have all of me, Flora."
"Tonight? Please."
Helia's lips stilled over Flora's, "Tonight?"
"The greenhouse at Alfea," Flora whispered, "tonight."
"Are you sure, Flora?"
"More sure than I have been about anything."
Helia placed a soft kiss on Flora's lips, "I will be there."
"Bring the rope, that is, if you don't need it for anything else."
Helia grabbed the pink rope that had spilled onto the table after having been loosened from Flora's body, "This rope is now used for personal uses only."
I plan to write a part two to this but it was becoming long and I am going to try to set the scene up more and I wanted to get this chapter out. I really struggled with this one (mainly because I myself have been in a shibari situation and I find that I usually write better when I write scenarios that I am familiar with and I must say I am ashamed to admit that I have been in quite a few of these V&P scenarios but I am not lying when I say that I know that when I die, it is probably going to be very warm). Anyways, stay tuned for the continuation of this one :)
