Yes!!!

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"I...." the tension in the air was thick with anticipation from both people. Still not able to reply he gently stroked your face planting his plush rose lips onto yours. Slowly both lips moved together. He smiled into the kiss which made your condition worsen as your chest tightened, leaving behind no oxygen.
"You know for a dead girl you sure do blush a lot." His forehead was pressed against yours as he roughly said that.

"Helen I love you." He grinned taking your lips into a passionate, gentle kiss, leaving your head spinning in pure bliss. His scent lingering in your nose as he continued his kiss.

Your hands slowly moving from his neck up to his fluffy matted raven hair. Gently you pulled a few strands of hair to earn the reaction you craved from him. "Mm~" He moaned as you quickly took charge slowly pinning him against a tree. "We should get back to the mansion~" you purred licking his jawline, slowly retracting both hands from his hair.

"Okay." He huffed taking your hand in his and continuing down the path to the mansion. "Mind if I sleep with you... it's been a tough week for me." He nodded pulling you closer to him. "Of course." He ruffled your hair smoothing out the fluff on the top.
A short time skip

The trip back was enjoyable as the two of you made small talk and stupid puns. "I haven't drawn in a fairly long time." You twiddle with the hem of his jacket as his glaze softened. "I have plenty of supplies you could borrow." A twinkle in your eye shone as he dragged you to his room. "What's more your style? Painting, calligraphy, or just a pen or pencil on regular paper?" He motioned to his desk and easel that was near a trash bin full of crumpled paper and broken canvases.

"Its been a while but definitely drawing." He then proceeded to take a box, unlocking it, he motioned for you to come closer. "Think this is enough or do I need to go get more?" He questioned as you browsed through the numerous pencils and coloring tools such as oil pastels and color pencils.

"Its perfect. The real question is what should I draw?" You placed a hand under your chin thinking of the numerous things to sketch.
"How about something that makes you happy or a pleasant memory." He offered opening up a fresh new canvas.

Still pondering he began to dip his paintbrush in some oil paint. "I got it!" You beamed snatching the lightest shade of pencil and began sketching a picture of you and painter under the moonlight dancing as the petals of a cherry blossom tree lingered around.

"Looks good so far princess." He glanced over to the paper you were sketching on. "Not so bad yourself." You took a peak at his painting which was just a tedious hand holding a f/c rose with a sunset in the back. "You know for someone who hasn't drawn in a long time it's fairly good." He mused adding color to his creation. "Hmm color pencil or pastels?" You asked erasing the guidelines along with smoothing out the lines. "Whatever you prefer buut the color pencils are a little easier to control and you don't need to blend that much." He took out a bag that contained prisma colors and handed them over sweetly.

"Thanks Helen!" You beamed choosing to color the background first.
After what seemed like minutes which was actually hours you both finish your work and showed it together. "Alright cutie what did you draw?" He raised a brow as he saw the neatly colored picture that contained a variety of blues and black along with pink and red to complement it all. "Well it's kinda dumb but its us dancing in the dark, surrounded by cherry blossoms." His face softened as you fidgeted a pencil around your fingers, twirling it.

"Mines just a hand holding a rose in a wasteland nothing too special." Admiring his work you traced a finger down the fully dried painting that only needed glossing, "its beautiful." You said, caressing the bumps and clumps of dried paint, Painter watched you in amusement as your fingers wondered over the canvas.

"You should get some sleep." He yawned pointing to a vacant, deep midnight blue king sized bed. "I'm okay." You said putting away the pencils in their little areas.
"I don't want to sleep." You admitted shyly fidgeting with the hem of the pillowcase. "Its okay I'll lay down with you until you sleep." He promised pulling back the linen sheets waiting for you to get in.

"Promise?" You held out your pinky waiting for him to return the promise. "Yes, I promise." He wrapped his larger paler finger around yours. "Now let's get you to sleep." You nodded gently taking off the jeans and his jacket so the only thing you wore were panties and a large tee shirt.

"Night Helen." You yawned draping the silky fabric onto both of you. "Goodnight n/n." He chuckled wrapping a protective arm pulling you into a spooning position.

When morning arrived you felt nothing but peace for once and strangely relaxed, "don't go." You heard a raspy deep morning voice from painter and it was kinda hot. "5 more minutes." He buried his face deeper into your neck, shivers coursing through your body as his shallow breathes tickled your neck.

Slowly you were dragged back into the abyss of sleep.

When the both of you finally got out of the bed after a lot of whining and complaining you made your way into the kitchen to find something to eat. Hand in hand the other pasta's gave you a strange look but carried on with their lives. Upon arriving your gaze met with Ben's black and red ones. "Y-you're with h-him." He pointed at your intertwined hands.

"Yeah she is." Helen wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you in closer to prove what he was saying. A flutter in your as he showed that you were his. Ben looked hurt , his bloody tears became actual tears. His smile deflated down to a mere frown.

He stood up abruptly walking out of the kitchen, most likely to the living room. "What do you feel like eating? I'll make it~" you couldn't help but giggle at this side of Helen it was adorable. "What's your specialty?" He wrapped an apron around his torso which looked ridiculous. "Anything I guess." He grabbed a pan along with a few ingredients.

"You in the mood for crepes?" He asked opening a cabinet containing bowls and measuring cups/spoons. "I've never had one before." You admitted as he slowly added the dry and wet ingredients together.
"You're in for a treat." He gave off a toothy grin, mixing the bowl.

Slowly you retracted from the kitchen since Helen said it was going to take a while, upon reaching the living room you heard a series of sniffles and hiccups. You followed the source to the TV where Ben was hiding his intense crying. "Ben?" His head perked, then fell again. "Why did y-you choose b-bloody painter o-over me?" He sobbed out normal salty tears instead of bloody ones.

"Because I love him." Ben turned his back on you violently wiping away the tears. "I love you too!" He screamed jumping out of the screen, pinning you down. "I love you y/n!" He pushed his lips on yours, his lips weren't as soft as Helen's nor as plump if anything Ben's were more lustful than anything.

"Get off me!" You screeched writhing in his grip trying to get free. "Get off!" Ben didn't stop if anything he continued trailing down kisses. "Get. Off. Her." You saw a very pissed off Painter yanking off the boy, throwing him on the ground. "You're worse than Roger's." He seethed kicking the boys ribs hard enough to break completely. Ben only laughed, coughing up blood as he crawled into the TV.

"Y/n are you okay?" He gently rocked your body whilst giving head Pats.

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