What began as friendly visits, lovely walks in the garden and Helaena teaching you about insects, quickly escalated into sweet whispers, soft kisses, that could have meant nothing, or everything.

It was early in the morning, Helaena was pressed against your side, her leg placed over you, her soft hard holding your waist, resting on your stomach. She felt you stir, wishing you'd still be asleep. She groaned, still half-dipped in her dreams.

"Don't goo..."

She muttered, nuzzling her face into your shoulder, her grip on your waist tightening.