Hiyyaaa... Yes I know you want to kill kill and I'm ready. I deeply apologize for the long wait, I have been the sad victim of writers block and then there was my exams. But hey, I got you an extremely hot chapter;) *smirks*. And I would say this is my best chapter till now (yeess) so I am pretty proud of this one, for numerous reasons;).

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Chapter 24: Sweet Bliss

His hand closed around the heart shaped pendant in his pocket. He relentlessly trotted the corridors of the resort, heaving several sighs until he halted in front of his friends.

"Guys, have you seen Flora?" There was a glitch of annoyance in his voice from his earlier vain search. "Uh huh," Brandon cleared his throat, his eyes not leaving the video game he was playing with Timmy, Sky and Riven. Helia groaned. "Look, don't annoy me, just tell me where she is if you know,"

Sky raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "Umm, she's on the balcony near the empty rooms, I think," He spared him the taunts. "Bloom told me she'd been wanting a flight,"

He sighed and muttered his thanks. The walk to the balcony was fast and painful. He just wanted to see her.

"Flora," The impatience tangled with his voice. "I've- woah," He choked on the flow of utter shock, stumbling on his steps to hit his back with the wall of the balcony. "What the?" His forehead creased in lines of tremor at the pitch black color of the feathers, blocking and complementaring, at the same time, the navy sky of the night.

And then, by an alluring flick of golden brown, under the witness of the glory of a full moon on a starry midnight sky, he contemplated the charistmatic grace of her turn, her locks bouncing, the shift of her weight on the two beautifully moon lit tan of her legs and the flicker of the moonlight on her radiant jade eyes. "What happened?"

He gulped, once and twice at the colossal sight offering to him. Shook, his eyes, flaring up and down, right and left, stopped at the black of the night enveloping her might. Her wings. He blinked, his mouth dry. Her wings seem to enthrall his desires, shaking every treasure wanderlust ever gifted.

He captured its shady fume colour, with a shimmer of silver glitter, two humongous set of crafted feathers gracing her, mounted proud on her back. He felt stirred. Her wings were black. He had never seen such an irresistible beauty. An angel with black wings. It suited her.

Black against the midnight, sprinkled in silver moon dust, her golden strands humming with the wind, her jade eyes glinting and her posture. Oh, he could have stared at her all his life. She stood like a goddess, wild, breathing the secrets of midnight, the damp air of hot kisses. He felt his breathing stop. It was her black wings that made her beautiful, exhilarating.

"Helia? Helia?" He snapped back from his trance, starred once again. The wind made her navy skirt seductively brush across her thighs. He darted his eyes up her sleeveless gold blouse, which stuck firmly to her tan skin, to her eyes and back to her mystifying wings.

"Is that a new transformation or…?" Her smile lit the sky, sending a jolt down his back. "This is not a transformation, those are my normal wings,"

"Meaning?"

"Every fairy has their own pair of wings which come without any transformation," she tilted her head. "I was born with those wings,"

"And… they just come off anytime?" he cleared his throat, not quite recovering from the stun.

"When I want them to, yes,"

He pondered over her perfection again. Damn it, she was so beautiful. His eyes went back to her glittering wings, enticed at first and then more reluctant. "Umm," he started, pointing at his cause of loss of words, "Can… can I touch?"

She smiled once again. "Of course, you can," He slowly paced towards her, his eyes never leaving the black beauty, and stopped. They looked even more tantalizing closer. The soft sprinkle of silver was like a dust of stars at midnight; simply magical.

His hand reached out to touch, hesitant at the thought of something so delicate, she brought her left wing closer to him. The gesture caught him off guard, he slowly gazed at her, and, with a pulse of adrenaline, brushed his fingers over the black feathers.

He felt the charge of electricity shooting straight to his heart, a sizzling feeling, such powerful magic. He gazed back at her. She had felt it too. He stepped closer, his fingers less reluctant, brushing to explore. He felt excruciating power, the kind flourished from the ashes of damage. He felt life.

His hand dropped, he starred back to her, smirking. He remembered he still had to give her the pendant, his heart. He jumped on the rail and stood face to face with her. Her eyes slightly widened, surprised by the gesture, emotions bursting in her heart. She watched the way the wind tumbled with his newly short midnight hair and couldn'd help thinking how extremely good he looked.

"You're gorgeous," She was caught by surprise again. "Umm, thank you," she whispered, tucking a strand behind her ear. She was bewildered by the weakness she felt in her legs. "Well, I'll go then," she was about to turn but was tucked by his arm.

She couldn't exactly figure out what happened next. His fingers had suddenly slid themselves at the nape of her neck, the friction caused flew sparks across the night and crushed her body to his. And under the moonlight and the glow of the stars , his lips pressed to hers, a light brighter than the magnificent moon above them shone.

And he was drinking from the softness of her lips, angling his head, imprinting the luxurious flavour. Even more sultrier, silkier than he had imagined. Her scent, her texture, they invaded in all his senses, all forms of her erupting inside him. She laid immobile, he knew she would, so he led the dance, with her unspoken consent. He drove within a melodious rhythm, his heart pounding the flustered, thrilling beats. Holy shit. He swore there was magic in her lips. The way his played with hers, as though their lips were sculpted in pairs in heaven, an astonishing sync. He felt addicted, intoxicated by her sensuality. Sweet and sinful pleasure.

Her wings, responding to the bliss, enveloped them in their tiny world, alone, sinning by fulfilling their thrilling desires.

His fingers impatiently finished clasping the pendant around her neck, and grazed upwards to hold her head, skimming through her silky strands, adding to the pleasure, tilting her head here and there. Oh god, such guilty pleasure vaulting in his senses, he could sin all his life.

He brushed his lips against hers one last time, stopped at the corner of her mouth and smiled. Not opening his eyes, he allowed himself to take his breathe, enjoying the last seconds of euphoria of having his lips on hers. His fingers slowly dropped back to her neck, playing on her skin, leaving a tingling sensation on her.

He sighed, hot air blew on her skin, and her wings, altering, opened in sync for him to step back and fall back on his feet on the balcony. He smirked, watching the play of moonlight on the faint pink of her cheeks, her flushed expression and her eyes closed in bliss. The tug on his lips grew with pride. He could feel the ecstasy radiating from her aura.

Her wings batted, causing a powerful wage of shuddering breeze and she dropped down, flying in the air. His smirk not leaving his mouth, he glanced down and snickered, licking his lips to try get back her taste. His heart throbbed.

Fire. Enveloping her. It was a deep contrast to the cold wind that lapped against her skin as she flew high in the midnight sky. She closed her eyes and landed in the forest in between the husky calls of nature. Lapping against the wind, her wings closed and disappeared in a flash.

She lay her back against one ivory trunk and buried her face in her knees, still waiting for her breathe to return back to normal. He left her breathless. She squeezed her eyes shut as she pursed her lips together, the taste, though faint and disappearing, still shook all her senses with its revitalizing, sweet and burning feel.

Upon experiencing the jolts of electricity once again, she raised her head and laughed at the sky, eyes closed. In sheer bliss and euphoria. A hearty laugh.

She squeezed her eyes once again, her stomach buzzed with electrified butterflies and the feeling made her even more giddy and shy. She hadn't expected it. Not once, she looked down, grabbing her hands together, biting her lip in excitement, trying to suppress another laughter.

She couldn't believe he had her like that. She couldn't believe he really did that, without not even an ounce of her anticipating anything. Oh god. She finally opened her eyes to the stars, leaning her head against the tree and sinking further down along the grass. She wore the brightest smile that night.

So he had cut his hair for her; her smile tugged at the corner. Oh and he knew why she asked him to do this. Cutting his hair just on her will was an indirect 'Yes, I feel the same too". And he had done it. She didn't know whether it was 'like' or 'love', at that point she did not care too much. He had kissed her, for god's sake. A powerful kiss of unison, passion and perhaps love… whatever it was but it was more than a simple first kiss, it was the union of two souls, an undying promise, a burst of electricity rushing down their bones, glorious.

She sighed, a smile still playing on her lips.

"Yo, Helia!" he turned. "Yes,"

"Wanna play billiards?" Brandon asked. He squinted his eyes. "Ay, I have something to do at the library,"

Brandon scrunched his nose in disgust. "The library, really?"

Helia rolled his eyes. "Sorry," he raised his palms in apology and went down the corridor, heading to the great library of his grandfather.

He stopped in front of the colossal heavy wooden carved door and pushed the doorknob. The familiar scent of centuries of books invaded his nostrils. He inhaled, contemplating the hundreds of the book shelves that went up to the ceiling, dull lamps, vintage decorations and sofas.

After comparing this scene to the one his thirteen year old had guarded, he rushed to the right of the room, deciding that nothing had really changed.

Magic. He found the shelf. Fairies, fairies… he repeated in his mind, trying to find the correct row. Yes, found it! His eyes went from the cover of each manuscript until they stopped at a particular large, ancient one: 'The Fairy of Nature'.

He pulled it out, setting it on the table near him. It was a heavy, green and gold book. He ran his fingers over it, feeling the worn out, ancient hardcover, to remove the layer of dust that had been deposited on it from the years.

He examined the curly gold letters and the details of antique flower drawings on the worn out seaweed colour of the relic. He opened it to random middle pages, grimacing at the length, it was huge, probably about one thousand pages. He then went back to the first page, contemplating the impressive painting of a majestical fairy, with humongous beautiful wings around a forest that boomed with magnificent plants, vines and flowers.

He read the table of contents, running his thumb over each section until he arrived to his desired one. He gulped.

'The wrath of the Fairy of Nature'

Helia raised his eyebrows. The chosen words played it justice, he thought. Page 368. His fingers brushed against the brown dusty pages until they arrived destination.

The first thing he saw already put him off, his face fell. It was the black and white drawing of a magnificent fairy with enormous wings, it was just a drawing yet the beauty that radiated from her seemed so unusually real. What impressed the mind though was the chaos expressed around her beautiful figure: flames, wind, branches and flowers flying around the creature who just stood there, her blonde hair in fury against the wind, legs parted and her arms clenched up at the elbows in fists as though to direct this chaos. Her expression was so strong, so wild, off limits.

His eyes remained glued on this tantalizing destruction.

It resembled exactly like Flora when he had angered her.

He felt his heart's pace go off at an exaggerated rate. His eyes went to the next page.

"As well as being the second most powerful fairy in the magical dimension, the Fairy of Nature also carries the title of causing the most destruction when in outrage than any other Fairy.

This is due to the immense power she holds both extrinsically and intrinsically. Her state of mind having the power to affect the balance of the universe, in terms of weather and Nature, just like the latter expresses the power to link their pain to her.

For example, when the natural state around her is in pain, she is able to feel their pain through her mind and soul (refer to page 160- The Bonds between Nature and The Fairy of Nature). Similarly, when the Fairy of Nature expresses immense pain or anger, up to such an extreme level where she is able to represent her state of mind through the environment around her while establising complete control over the lands.

The connection between Nature and the Fairy is so intense and redoubtable, up to a spiritual level where it can be said they are one, with each having the immense power to affect the other-"

With the level of tension growing in his body, he had to lean hard on the table. The letters all appeared scrambled up in his vision. He blinked, going down the long paragraphs, reading some and not really reading others. He gulped, cursed, turned the page, regretted his decision.

Damn it.

"The extent to which the Fairy of Nature can stir the balance of the-"

His mouth went dry. All types of big, big words flashed in front of him.

"Graphic representation of her emotions…"

"The Fairy of Nature having one of the strongest personalities may be one of the…"

"The level of misbalance directly shows how much the Fairy of Nature has been broken…"

He thought of how her eyes. Full of tears, showcasing such pain and melancholy and yet, she had stood like wildfire, untamed, in front of him. He still felt the unbearable ache in his heart.

"… she is able to exert complete imperious control over her surroundings…"

"… manipulation of all elements…"

"…alter physical properties like temperature, gravity,…"

He closed his eyes. He remembered the leaves shaking, the branches, the tenacious gusts of wind, the sudden drop in temperature. He recalled the enormous hole above his head, this sight, this very violation of the natural, could never wear off in his mind. He could still feel the terrible wrath that emancipated, and most importantly, he could see her eyes, he could see her pain in glory amidst her chaos.

He squeezed his eyes. So he had hurt her up to such an extreme level where she could destroy everything in her sight in a flash?

His eyes tried to focus back on the words. But the meanings did not appear to him. His head fell down. No, he thought and closed the book.

It was such a sensitive matter. She deserved better than to be studied and examined through a mere book so he could finally understand her. There was so much he didn't know about her, so damn much. His hands were clenched into fists exerting pressure on the table as his face was down in deep thinking.

He then looked up. No, he was not going to play with her again. He wanted to get to know everything about her, every single little detail, not from a book but from herself. He let out a sigh, letting out the tension, as he put the book back in its place.

He looked down again. Yes, he would learn everything about her, about his light, his reason to be.

He came out slightly flushed, eyes wide and tired, staring at his shoes as he trailed around the corridor. He lifted his eyes only to meet hers.

Heartbeats.

Passion.

She didn't break the eye contact, instead she smiled, a sly knowing smile, one that played with the strings of his heart. He smiled back.

It was rather beautiful; the way their eyes conveyed words their mouths can never say. It was a soft, sweet, sad ballad, their own song composed with their burning flames.

All Helia knew after, is that he had already pinned her to the wall, and he was staring down her soul as they both grinned. Energy. She was his energy re-filler. And right now, her smile lit down every dark corner of his world.

Her palm caressed his face. Her shy eyes flicked over his face, her head fell back and she laughed, he thought he got lost in her charisma. She then stared deep into his eyes, with a daunting gaze and a smirk, slightly pushed him away and walked past him, teasingly knocking against his shoulder in the process.

Hehe yes yes I know, I gave you wanted you guys wanted see?:) I just wanna thank everyone who stuck up with this story, I mean its crazy people still reviewing and telling me to continue. Im grateful and also terribly sorry to keep you waiting. Actually I had gotten the first part up since very long but could not bring myself to write the it parts so yeah.. Hehe…

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