A Pleasant Evening || A Helliam Fluff
Here you go, people who enjoy Helliam who happen to follow me. I will post a thing I wrote.
With their bodies pressed up against each other softly, Helen could faintly feel Will’s heart beating very quickly, and she looked up at him through her lashes. He wet his lips and his Adam’s apple faintly bobbed down his neck, but he had a faint smile on his face. Helen sighed softly and wondered if he could feel beyond all of the things around them—a thing moving beyond the sensory. Something more than heartbeats or clothes or the texture of their skin…that soft little feeling welling up in the room that seemed to impound on the comfortable atmosphere until it was almost unbearably clear that the dancing had stopped for reasons other than the end of a song.
Will exhaled shakily and looked down at Helen, clearly trying to think of something to say to excuse why he’d stopped. She ran her hands over his shoulders gently and traced her thumbs down his neck, eyes heavy with emotion as she kept his gaze neatly. She gave him a calming smile, and instead of returning it, Will leaned down, pulled Helen close, and kissed her on the lips.
It was a quick kiss at first, and Will drew slightly away, clearly unsure if he had done the right thing. Helen’s face flushed slightly as she wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed him back, pressing her body against his with a fervor reserved for almost no other occasion but that of passion. His lips were masculine and firm against Helen’s very full, soft lips, and the faint taste of her lip gloss dominated the kiss as Will’s hands moved to wrap around her back and into her lustrous curls, hearts pounding equally fast as Will all but lifted Helen off of her feet into a rich and somehow unforgettably delicate kiss.
