Hello everyone. This is my second fan fic. I wanted it to be a one-shot, buuuut I don't think that can be possible... anyway I still want this to be a short story. Maybe three chapters?

I've got like a lot of things to do (you know... school) and instead of doing them I got inspired and began to write.

So, Arnold and Helga are 17, and are dating. and the story is about Arnold being a basket case out off the whole sex deal... I think Helga could have been ready since... like 15? and Arnold would be all shy about it.
So... I hope you like it.

By the way, I've seen in some fanfics I've read that Arnold's eyes are green and Helga's are blue. Is that a consensous? Because I just saw black points in their eyes in the cartoon XD. That's just a parenthesis.

Also, english is not my first language. Let me know if I make a mistake.
Please review ^^

Disclaimer: Hey Arnold belongs to Craig Bartlett (yay!)

He and Helga started to fight moments ago in his room. Helga had lost his favorite book, and when he confronted her, all she did was ignore his anger promising to buy him a new one. Arnold always tried to be patient, but this time, she didn't even regret losing his book, and for sure she didn't make an effort to actually take care of it. He was absolutely irascible and just kept going on and on with his speech about responsibility, and trust, and the true value of things beyond it's price.

Helga had fed up quickly and yelled at him that it was not a big deal. It was just a stupid book, and she would get him a new one, causing Arnold to get even more angry at her. He demanded Helga to apologize and in response she had put her fists in front of his face while telling him to shut up already, or else…

"Come on, Helga! I know you're just bluffing" Arnold had taken out his chest and was pointing at his girlfriend "You have never hit me. Not once when we were kids, and I am certain you won't do it now. I'm not scared of you" Arnold was holding her gaze. He had to stand up for himself this time.

The 17-year-old blond girl then shifted her scowl to a smirk. "Oh… so my fists don't scare you anymore huh?" Arnold felt confused at the fact she was now talking with a playful yet low voice, when a few seconds ago she was yelling. He didn't know to react. "You're right… of course they don't scare you… since you're not a child anymore" Helga looked Arnold from his shoes, passing by his blue jeans, and stopped at his chest, placing her right hand on top of his red shirt to pull it a little "you're practically a man". Helga looked right into Arnold's green eyes, and he suddenly realized he was holding his breath.

He felt confused. Weren't they just fighting? Why was she doing this all of a sudden? Was she turned on by the fight? Arnold felt a little nervous because he didn't see this coming. He then tried to focus, he avoided at all costs to look at her breasts silhouette under her pink see-through blouse.

He took a deep breath to state firmly she was not going to run away from the previous fight this easy. But Helga seemed to have read his mind, because before he could talk she had pushed him over making him fall on his bed. He landed on it. Most likely… his torso and one of his legs did.

And before he could process what was happening, he felt Helga on top of him. She then used her legs to move his to the center of his bed; and her hands gripped his wrists and took them on both sides of his head.

"Helga…" Arnold felt shocked. Why was she so strong?... What was she trying to do? "And you know… I'm practically a woman myself. And I do know about other ways to scare you…" her grip felt tighter and she sat on her boyfriend's lap.

"H-Helga… wait. This is not a g-good idea. It's too risky. Someone can see us and-" Helga interrupted him moving her hips suddenly forward. Rubbing him. Arnold couldn't help to moan. And with that he was getting hard.

"So you are scared now, huh? Just admit it" Helga raised her eyebrows, waiting for his answer. "Come on Helga, quit it. T-This is not a good time" answered Arnold with a scowl.

"Because you're scared?" it was more a statement than a question. "Although I can say you're enjoying this" his girlfriend once again moved her hips, repeatedly and slowly. Meanwhile, Arnold tried his best to stay focus and speak. "Helga, do you r-really want our f-first time to be like this? A-after a fight? It is supposed to b-be s-special.

The blond girl started to kiss his neck, and from time to time she would bite him softly. Arnold moaned every time she did. "It is supposed to be, football head" Helga was sitting again, after releasing his hands, and with eyes full of lust. "It could be very special, if you stopped being so scared about it" Arnold looked at her blue eyes, unable to move. His girlfriend then made a smirk "And by the way… you're the one turning on by us fighting"

HEY ARNOLD! HEY ARNOLD! HEY ARNOLD!

As soon as Arnold woke up he had to take a deep breath. Almost as if he was asphyxiating. He tried to calm down closing his eyes and slowing his breathing.

"What the hell was that?" asked himself as he blushed. Long story short he had a sex dream… about Helga being… dominant (Hel gulped at the thought). That last sentence she said in his dream was being repeated in his mind. He hid his face in his pillow, to try to get rid of his embarrassment. Although he already knew that was not going to work.

Arnold sighed. And then leaned over his back once again. He laid in his bed trying to put his thought in order.

"Okey… let's be rational Arnold. There's a good reason to dream your girlfriend being so… uh rude… to you. You're not necessarily a masochist" The football headed boy was still processing that matter. Helga and him had never had sex, so he couldn't say he dreamed her in that way because she was that way in intimacy. So… was he expecting her to behave like that?

No, maybe that wasn't. Even though the two of them had started dating a year ago, and him being in love with her for at least four years, he didn't want to rush their first time ...uhm... together. He wanted it to be special, and was waiting for the right moment.

"Because you're scared?" asked again dream Helga. Arnold growled. "I'm not scared. It just never is the right moment"

Arnold began to remember every time they were about to… get intimate.

First time was five months ago, at Rhonda's party. It was midnight and Helga was already drunk and threating every person who got near hear, with her fists. Arnold had to carry her to one of Rhonda's guest rooms to take care of her. But as soon as they entered the room, and Arnold had close the door with his foot, she grabbed him by the cheeks and started kissing him. With a lot of tongue. "Alone, finally" Arnold was surprised. "Hey, weren't you drunk?" Helga started to giggle "Well… that's an excuse. No one will really know what we are actually doing up here…"

Arnold let her stand by herself and was suddenly pulled by her towards the bed. He stopped them just before they fell on it. It was not the right place. They were in a classmate house and even if she was not drunk she did drink… So they went back downstairs.

Second time, 4 months ago, was in Helga's room. They were watching a movie, eating popcorn. They glanced at each other from time to time, smiling. 30 minutes later Helga planted a soft kiss on Arnold's right cheek. Then after a few more minutes she was kissing him softly on the lips, then on the neck, the collarbone… He started to kiss her as well all over her face. She somehow got to sit on his lap and continued to kiss him. He got carried away and his hands wandered all over her back. Until… he realized he had placed his right hand on a soft spot, right beneath her blouse and above her bra.

He apologized and the moment was over. What if they continued and were unable to stop? He hadn't brought along protection. They watched the rest of the movie in silence and just before it finished, she squeezed Arnold's hand with her own, giving him a warm smile.

And so, similar situations had been happening again and again. And every time he stopped them, she would accept it. But… he did see all those times a disappointed look on her face right after he did. He even noticed that, two days ago at the movies, even though there were so few people, and away from them, she didn't even try to kiss him once. He knew they were not going to have sex in there, but she always wanted to make out a bit when she had the chance.

And just when he wonders if she just got tired of trying, he dreams being hold against his own bed. He blushed once again. That was kind of sexy… Arnold buried his face in his hands. It was not like he didn't want her… he just wanted their first time to be special

"It could be very special, if you stopped being so scared about it" repeated dream Helga. Arnold sighed in defeat. Could he really be scared about it?

"Maybe I'm scared… so scared I have to dream being… kinda… submitted by her, because other way I would feel... guilty?" Arnold looked up to the skylight and sighed. "What should I do?"

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I'd like to admit that I got the Arnold's dream idea out of a fanfic by AiraSora named The perks of being rommates. If you haven't read it, do it!