LunarianPrincess

Title: What Happens in Vegas

Chapter 2

Summary: A wedding in Vegas leads to a very interesting discovery, and an embarrassing revelation.

Warnings: Major adult actions (basically PWP).

Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold!

Hope you enjoy!

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Arnold stared at the shower wall as the scalding spray slammed into his back. His palms were pressed flat against the wall, his arms tense, his shoulders a solid ball of muscle. He stared, unseeing, at the wall, replaying what had just happened. The night at the club, the servers wearing those ridiculous clothes, running into the girls on the floor, trying not to stare at the girl he'd had on his mind for a long time, having a few too many drinks.

Finally they were on the elevator before stumbling drunkenly into the room with Gerald, teasing him about how tame the bachelor party had been, how dopey he looked when he got that dreamy look on his face when he saw Phoebe at the club, muttering about getting something from Helga as Gerald went into his room and shut the door.

Arnold walked to the adjoining door, opening it quietly, he was just gonna check, if the girls were asleep, then he'd wait til morning. He paused in his recollection, he couldn't even remember what he'd wanted to get from Helga, probably a new copy of the itinerary or something.

The room had been quiet, both doors closed, he'd been about to turn and head back to his room when he heard it. A catch of breath and then a sigh. He walked closer to the door nearest him, Helga's room. He heard another sound, an almost mechanic hum, and a groan. His brow furrowed as he got closer, a shocked gasp had him silently turning the knob, pulling the door slowly toward him. What was revealed to him would be burned into his mind until the end of time.

Helga, funny, aloof, confident Helga, splayed on the bed, legs spread, one hand between her thighs, the other cupped over her breast. His own breath caught as he looked at her, blonde hair cascading across the pillows, face flushed, thickly lashed eyes closed, white teeth digging into her red lip. There was a shaft of light that fell onto the pillows just above her head, which made her features and skin easy to distinguish, but he still had no idea what color the shirt was.

He could tell there was a bit of moisture clinging to the slides of her thigh, glistening in the neon pall. He'd felt himself harden as she moaned in the back of her throat, which was exposed when her head tilted back and her hips lifted up. He could see the tension in her body as she pinched her nipple and pressed harder between her thighs. Then her hand slid into her hair, gripping, clenching in those blonde waves, as her body seemed to draw even tauter. Then her hand gripped something on her stomach and she was coming, Arnold's mouth went dry as her legs shook and her lungs heaved in a breath.

"Arnold" at first he was terrified that she'd noticed him, and his eyes instantly flew to her face. But her eyes were still closed tight, her face was relaxing, as was her body. The red flush fading to just her cheeks, her tense expression replaced with one of a serene and sated nature. Arnold tried to soundlessly close the door, before rushing back to his room. He closed the connecting door and ran into the bathroom. He quickly shoved out of all his clothes, and stepped into the scalding spray of the shower he'd turned on.

His brain was stuck on repeat, playing those moments of carnal exposure over and over. Helga would kill him if she ever found out that he had seen her during such a private moment, when she was so vulnerable. But he kept hearing his name on her lips, breathy, full of desire, wanton. It was going to drive him crazy, and now he was going to have to deal with even worse fantasies about the blonde, now that he'd seen how she could be during moments of passion, before he had barely anything to go on.

He groaned and let his head drop forward. He was still as aroused as hell, hard and pulsing. Cursing, he let one hand fall away from the wall to grip himself. He started to stroke slowly, replaying what he'd seen before, then falling into a fantasy. He was sitting in the VIP booth again, only this time, the girl bringing them drinks in hot pants and that tight top wasn't a curvy brunette, but a very familiar blonde.

He watched as she bent over to fill his drink, revealing her fabulous legs, and causing her pert ass to be exposed. She looked at him over her shoulder, winking as she caught him staring. He squeezed himself tighter, twisting his fist as he imagined her straddling him. Leaning over him, allowing her hair to cascade over his shoulder as she nibbled on his ear. He slid his thumb over the head as the girl in his fantasy ground down against him and sucked on his neck. He let his hands slide around her waist, pulling her closer, sighing as he felt a shudder travel up his spine.

His legs wobbled as he stroked himself harder, eyes closed as he imagined the girl in his lap leaning away from him to pull her top down. He could feel himself get closer, circling the head, twisting as his fist closed tighter around his shaft. In the fantasy his lips closed over one pink nipple as she sighed his name. Hearing his name in that breathy sigh was all it took for him to cum.

His body shook as a few spurts dribbled down the wall of the shower. Arnold turned around, letting the hot water clean him off, he let his head fall forward, thunking into the tile of the shower. He groaned, what was he going to do, he had four more days in Vegas with her, and there was no way he was going to be able to look at her without seeing her as she had been, splayed out in bed, getting herself off. He groaned when he realized just thinking of it had made him hard again.

Finally he was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. He was exhausted, he'd cum twice in the shower, thinking of her. Now he dreaded going to bed, for fear of the dreams he might have. But then he realized the dreams wouldn't be any worse than the ones he'd been having for the last 7 months, just more accurate. Flinging his arm over his eyes, he shifted in the bed before falling asleep.

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So, our resident football head is having some fantasies of his own... How will they get through the wedding festivities without letting on?

Which character would you love to have make an appearance? Or whats something in Vegas you've always wanted to do? I'd love to know what about Vegas intrigues you! PM me if you don't want to put it in your review.

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