Disclaimer: Alright guys, you wanted some sex, so here you go. I know, I know, RHPS has this ability over people. Oh, right, Hey Arnold and anything else I mention in this story that obviously is not mine, well, is not mine. And incase you need help remembering the timeline, this chapter is the Tuesday (and flashbacks of Monday night) of their spring break. Read, Review, and Spread the word.

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Arnold's first sight was a blur of dark colors. And when he blinked, his sight shifted. Confused, he sat up, the Polaroid sliding off his forehead and stopping on his chest. Vaguely aware of his nudity, Arnold lifted the picture, and blushed at the memories from last night that quickly returned to him.

Last night. Whoa – and this isn't the first time I've been through this kind of 'Morning After' with Helga. I wonder if every night with her ends up like this . . . Helga, where is she?

"Lookin' for me, Football Head?" His head snapped in the direction of the voice, and found Helga slouching against the doorframe, dressed in nothing but a white t-shirt that went to her thighs. At his blush, she laughed and jumped on the bed across his legs.

"Or thinking about last night?" She whispered with a chuckle, and Arnold blushed harder.

Last Night; Onyx Theatre, Las Vegas Nevada:

The Polaroid had just been snapped, and the Columbia look-alike handed the copy to Helga, who laughed and slid it down the front of her corset. Arnold gave her a questioning glance, and she leaned into his arm.

"That's a keeper. Don't worry; I'll make sure everyone gets a copy." She smirked, and weaved her right hand behind his back, then down to his ass to give it a good squeeze. Arnold growled at the challenge, and dove for her neck, sucking on it like a vampire without any puncture holes to work with. She laughed good-naturedly again, this time pinching one of his now-cold cheeks.

"Careful Football Head, you might mess up your make-up." At her remark, Arnold suddenly detached himself, and was about to yell at her, when Helga's mouth distracted him. After she broke the kiss, she leaned in to his ear.

"We'll be staying at Danny's – he lives above the costume shop. And the thing about me carrying around a Kama Sutra book; it's no joke." Was all she said, before linking arms with Nikki and sauntering out of the old theatre. Danny approached Arnold, and slung an arm around his naked shoulder.

"I don't care if you guys have sex – in all reality I encourage it. I just want you to know that if Nikki and I can hear you, you will be challenged to a 'Moan-Off'. You've been warned."

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The confession in the theatre lobby set the mood for Arnold and Helga as they stood before each other in a spare bedroom filled with silk scarves, feather boas, and satin pillows. Slowly, Helga smiled and unclipped her panties from her garter belt, shimming out of the black covering. She removed nothing else, as her breasts were already free from the confines of the corset, and instead perched perkily along the top. It was as if she were already naked, with now all over her reproductive organs in plain view.

Reproduction . . . reproduction. I got her pistil right here.

Suddenly, Arnold was jealous again. Jealous of the kid that chased her around the fake classroom. Jealous of the guy friends that hugged her at her aunt's house. Jealous of the assholes who got to date and kiss her in high school. Jealous of the guy who played Mortimer Brewster in the play because he got to kiss her. Jealous of –

Arnold's inner rant was cut short when he felt Helga's lips upon his own, and her hands scandalously and shamelessly beginning to pull off his own panties.

Without breaking lip contact, she pushed his crotch-coverings as far down as she could with her hands, then lifted up a leg to continue the job while using her now freed hand to cover him with a condom. Once both of the pelvises were bare of clothing, Helga let go of his lips, a smirk dangerously close to consuming her own delectable, plump and bruised mouth.

"Wha?" Arnold was still stunned, and watched dazed as Helga grabbed a book from a table he didn't care to notice, and open it to a page that was bookmarked with an old looking tri-met ticket. Holding the page open to him, Arnold's haze burned away in an instant at the picture his eyes found.

With his own smirk, he lowered the reading material, and leaned into her ear.

"I think we can give it a shot."

Helga laughed, lifting her right leg and wrapping it around Arnold's hips; with him copying the action with his own limb. He slid right into her, moaning at the feel of her tight vagina coating him and her cold shoe heel digging into his ass. His movements weren't frantic or fast by any means – just a simple, fluid in-out.

His thrusts remained steady, and it was driving her insane. She started to lift her left leg, and he immediately let his right leg fall, while she ended up with both legs wrapped around his waist and her back against the wall they somehow found. Her moans became louder as his thrust – more harsh – and he pulled one of her exposed nipples into his mouth.

"Fuck!" he shouted aggressively when he felt two of Helga's fingers penetrate him as he slammed into her.

"Mhmm, Football Head, how does it feel? To be fucked while fucking? I told you I am a sadomasochist; can you handle it?" she challenged as he rutted into her as hard and fast as he possibly could. He wanted to ask her how she managed to sound so stable and focused, even as he felt her pulse and tighten around him.

But he couldn't. All he could was smash her against the wall, and bite down on her neck so hard he could taste a little bit of copper.

Finally, she screamed, and he released his own orgasm as they each thrust against each other a few more times, before somehow making it to the bed.

Spare Bedroom at Danny's; Present:

Arnold was brought out of his reverie by Helga snapping her fingers in his face. He looked startled, and the smile on her lips faded.

"Shit, I didn't scare you off because of that first round of RHPS-induced sex, did I?" she seemed worried, and it was then that he noticed the perfect indentation of teeth at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Leaning forward, he kissed the wound tenderly, smiling when he heard her gasp.

"No, you didn't scare me off. I was just . . . well, I guess startled would be a good word to use." She smirked and leaned forward, making him very aware of that fact that he was still naked, and that shirt was the only thing she wore.

"Well, that's good. You know, that book has over three hundred pages, and it's a fully illustrated copy . . ." she trailed off, and laughed.

"Really? Well, I think I found a new favorite book. Hey, what time is it?" Without even looking at a time-keeper, Helga leaned forward to eliminate almost all the space between them.

"Too early to get out of bed."

They laughed together as Helga's shirt went flying, and she crawled under the covers, where he slid home.

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A few hours later found Arnold, Helga, Danny and Nikki sitting around a table at a charming little Mom & Pop diner a few blocks away from the costume shop. They were surrounded by folks that, at first glance, Arnold didn't recognize. That is, until he overheard a few of them mention how much fun the Time Warp is – suddenly almost all of them looked familiar.

"Hey Arnold!" Arnold turned his gaze back to Danny, who smirked and had a causal arm around Nikki's shoulders.

"What? Sorry, I was spaced out" he explained, and both boys ignored the girls' whisper of 'in sensation'. Danny's smirk grew wider as he picked up his coffee mug with his free hand.

"Yeah, well, like I was saying, I officially tip my hat to you. You and Helga definitely won the 'Moan-Off' last night. I think you may have taken second and third, too." Helga choked out a laugh and Arnold couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed.

"What can I say? It was amazing. But on the topic of the 'Moan-Off', I was just curious; you and Nikki, are, what –" Nikki cut everyone off with a triumphant smile.

"Friends With Benefits." She explained happily while Danny nodded. They both looked so normal at that moment, in jeans and regular band logo t-shirts, that you would never think they were ritualistic RHPS goers with swinger habits.

"Fantastic benefits." Helga didn't bother to mutter; but before another word could be said, a shadow fell over the table. The foursome looked up to see a tall, lanky man with sandy-blonde hair and a cheeky smile gaze down at them.

"Hey, were you guys at the showing last night?" he asked in what was clearly a southern California accent. They nodded, and his smile turned sincere almost immediately.

"Cool, well, a bunch of us are heading to San Francisco in a Bungee Jumping crew – any of you want to join us?" He motioned to a table of six, all of whom smiled and waved. Helga smiled and nodded.

"Sure, we'll join you. When do we leave?" The guy looked at his digital wrist watch and blanched.

"Ugh, right now if we want to make any sort of progress today." Helga nodded again, and turned to Nikki and Danny.

"Well guys, it looks like we won't have time get to know each other too well this time. I'll phone you next time we're in the area, alright?" Danny smiled and shook Helga's hand, while Nikki stood and did the palm-elbow thing that Arnold remembered seeing Riff Raff and Magenta do a lot in the movie last night.

"You better. It was nice meeting you."

As the group left the diner to enter their own cars, Arnold turned to Helga, slightly confused.

"What did you guys mean about all that 'getting to know each other' stuff? Don't you guys already know each other?" Helga just smirked as she followed a Hummer painted like a Mini Cooper out of the parking lot.

"Oh, that. No, I've known Danny for barely a month now, and Nikki I just met yesterday." Arnold just gaped at her as she turned on the music and began to sing along half-heartedly. One major thought ran through his head.

How in the Hell does she do it?