First off: Happy Day After Fourth of July!

Second: Usual heavily detailed sex warning. Please be cautious when reading.


Suddenly everything felt more urgent to Arnold. His fingers and lips craved to explore every inch of her smooth, creamy, skin- curious if it felt as soft as it looked illuminated by the glow of the full moon. He needed to get her to his room, and fast.

"Bab….Helga," Arnold mumbled, scooting forward to press the front of his body firmly against her back, biting hard against the soft skin at the base of her neck. He pulled back slightly, noticing the beginnings of a mark appear, stark against her pale skin. He couldn't help the satisfied, and somewhat cocky smirk that appeared on his lips. Tonight, he felt daring.

The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, causing her to buck back against his erection. She bit her lip to muffle her moan, automatically moving her head to the left to provide his teeth and lips more room. She hummed lazily, her eyes drifting closed.

"I need you in my room. Now. So scoot forward." His voice was low and dripping with authority as his hot breath tickled her ear. Something about his usual passive personality turning authoritative and the way his demand sounded sent a jolt straight to her core.

Helga moved sluggishly, her body feeling like rubber as her body started coming down from her orgasm. She had noidea how she was going to make it to his room, let alone go another round.

She was pulled out of her thoughts by his right hand on her back, the heat from his palm leaking through the thin fabric of her dress.

Helga felt the pressure and heat from his body disappear from behind her as he moved to stand beside the couch, running his right hand through his unruly hair.

She sighed, closing her eyes and sliding back so her head could rest against the back of the couch. She just needed a minute to recover.

"Are you that tired?" Arnold laughed, shaking his head as he studied her. The alluring way her hair was tousled, her bruised, red lips, and blown pupils made his dick twitch, his pants becoming quite uncomfortable.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing harshly as his eyes trailed back up to her lips. "Or am I just that good?"

Arnold's voice was barely above a whisper, his mind running quickly through his options. Two came up and would lead to the same result, although one would provide quicker results than the other.

"Get up," he instructed, his voice gruff, all traces of humor gone. Helga opened her eyes, a sarcastic rebuttal on the tip of her tongue. It died the moment she saw his emerald eyes shine.

"Get. Up," Arnold instructed again, taking a step towards her when he noticed she didn't move. She immediately stood up, her legs still feeling like rubber.

She stumbled, catching herself roughly against his chest, his arms automatically wrapping tightly around her waist.

Arnold was quickly losing patience with how slow she was moving. Pulling her closer, lifting her, wrapping her long legs around his waist, his hands moving down to cup her ass, squeezing slightly.

She bucked, brushing against his growing problem. He growled, the sound causing her blood to course through her body.

"Did you just gro…." Helga was cut off by a demanding, passionate kiss, his tongue brushing past her bottom lip, not even asking for entrance as it started challenging her tongue. He started walking backwards, blindly navigating through the dark hallway.

"Hold onto me," Arnold mumbled, his lust filled voice unrecognizable as his mouth moved down her neck, alternating between kissing and sucking.

His right fumbled around for the doorknob, Helga laughing quietly at how ambitious Arnold was acting. Her fingers tightened in his hair as he pushed her against the door, abruptly silencing her laughter.

Arnold regaining control of her lips as he found and turned the doorknob, walking into his room and kicking the door shut behind them with a slam.

They froze, listening for any sign that someone had woken up in the living room or Phoebe/Gerald's room. Arnold counted to ten slowly in his head, praying that everyone was a sound sleeper.

"Momentary lapse in...," Helga started, squealing as she landed on her back on his soft, crisp comforter; the smell of coconuts momentarily filling her nose. She looked up at him, a smirk in place as he started walking towards the bed.

"You were talking far too much," Arnold said, toeing off his shoes, followed by his socks as he moved on the bed to hover over her.

"I thought this was a nice way to shut you up." His right hand braced by her head as the fingers of his left hand ghosted over her thigh, moving her dress up to bunch around her waist. "Be quiet, unless I say otherwise. Do you understand?"

Helga nodded, her teeth biting hard into her bottom lip as she reached up to palm at his erection. He moved out of the way, his hand intercepting her wrist firmly, moving it, along with the other one over her head. "I said, do you understand?"

"Yes," Helga breathed, the word coming out breathless, her brain yelling for him to fuck her.

"Yes, what?" Arnold asked, his left hand moving farther and farther up her thigh, nearing the place she needed him to touch before freezing, laying his palm flat. He leaned forward, his lips inches from hers. "I don't like repeating myself. Yes, what?"

His thumb rubbed agonizingly slow circles against her inner thigh, soaking her thong. She took a deep breath, her voice low and pleading.

"Yes, Sir," Helga said, emphasizing the last word as his hand rubbed against her core over her thong, the friction causing her to buck against his hand, wanting more. He let out an animalistic growl and it almostmade her cum right there.

"Better," Arnold whispered against her neck, kissing a trail to her collarbone, sucking hard along the pronounced bone, her back arching off the bed.

He leaned back slightly to admire the marks that would be there for weeks, maybe longer. Everyone who'd see them would know she was his, at least in these secret moments.

Arnold leaned down to the valley of her breast, sucking hard, his mind turning blank except for the need to mark her all over and in more way than one.

His finger continued to slowly rub against her thong, stopping for a few seconds when he got her close before starting again. He wanted her to beg for it.

Helga sat up on her elbows, about to tell him off when his fingers slipped under the fabric and into her waiting folds.

Helga flopped back on his bed, her hand flew up to clasp tightly over her mouth, her knuckles turning white from the pressure. He knew she was a loud person, how the hell did he expect her to be quiet during this?!

Arnold knew she was holding back, she had to for right now but someday, he was going to make her scream his name over and over and over again.

His other hand skated down over her dress to her chest, squeezing one supple breast while his other hand experimentally rubbed her clit.

Helga's hips bucked off the bed, her hands grabbing his neck, pulling him down to kiss her and quiet some of her moans.

Arnold pulled away all too quickly, earning a small whine from Helga as he moved down to her chest, leaving a trail of soft kisses from her jaw to the valley between her breast.

He bit slightly, smirking against her skin as she gasped and arched farther off the bed before moving to suck hard on a taut, pink, nipple. Images of Helga on her knees, teasing him this morning in only a towel ran through his head and he let out a deep, guttural growl.

Arnold pulled away again, keeping his fingers moving against her core as he watched her. Her silhouette was lit by the moon and her moans and gasps sounded like prayers.

He kissed a trail down her soft skin, dropping to his knees as he leaned in to kiss one hip bone, followed by the other.

Arnold never would have guessed he was a dominant person, but dominating Helga was something he could quickly become addicted to. We're just getting started, Arnold thought, moving to kiss just above her thong.

He moved his fingers under the edge, tugging them experimentally. Helga immediately lifted off the bed, lifting her legs straight up so he could slide his thong off quickly and efficiently. He stuffed them in his jean pocket.

"Please," Helga moaned as he kneeled in front of her, pulling her by the hips to the edge of the bed. He could feel her need radiating. He found himself wondering how she tasted.

"Please," she said again, he knew she wanted to say more. He looked up at her, eyebrow quirked as he silently asked if what she had to say was important.

She let her head bounce against the sheets in frustration as his finger ghosted over her slit, not enough to make her writhe in pleasure but enough to make her want more.

"I need more," she begged. She would have felt embarrassed if she wasn't already on edge and needing release. She wasn't exactly sure how she felt about his power role, but she knew it was hot and she'd get him back later.

Right now, all she was worried about was whether he was talented with more than just his hands.

"After this morning's stunt," Arnold placed feather light kisses on either side of her center, moving teasingly closer. He could feel her moving in hopes of pushing his lips closer to where she needed him. He reached around and held down her hips.

He was pushing his luck and he knew it. "I don't know if you deserve more."

Arnold was getting cocky and Helga needed to remind him that it only went so far. "Fine," she replied casually, moving to sit up on her elbows to look at him, challenge burning bright in her ocean blue eyes. "I'll just take care of it myself."

She moved to sit up fully, starting to move her legs from around Arnold to get off the bed, only to be pushed back by a strong hand on her shoulder, dragged closer, her dress bunching around her waist.

His eyes were dark and his fingers were pressing hard against her hips.

Arnold apread her legs indecently apart as he looked her square in the eye. "If you make a sound, I stop. Do you understand?"

Helga didn't have time to answer before he gave her a solid, strong lick, his tongue flat. She moaned, her hand not covering her mouth fast enough to stop the sound as she bucked against him, praying that he wouldn't stop.

Arnold stopped, smirking at her low whine. "First warning," he mumbled, giving her another hard lick before moving to suck on her clit.

She bucked harshly against his mouth and he knew she wouldn't last long. He decided to slow things down, as he didn't know when or if he'd get another chance. He gave her a slow lick, inserting his forefinger into her dropping pussy.

It pulsed around his digit and he could only imagine how it would feel around his dick. Fuck.

Arnold continued to lick her that slow for a few more minutes, her fingers moving at the same agonizingly slow speed, her reactions getting more and more frustrated.

"Arnold," Helga begged, tangling her fingers in his hair as she tried to make him speed up. He gripped her hips, going again at his painfully, slow pace.

"Arnold," she dragged out the D of his name, groaning in frustration as he pulled away completely.

"Wrong," Arnold said, pulling back farther, forcing her to let go of his hair. "Try again."

"Sir," Helga breathed, her voice raspy. "Please."

"Please what. Use your words." Arnold knew she was going to give him hell for this, but seeing her writhe and beg in pleasure was well worth it.

Helga had him wrapped around her little finger, even when he was calling all the shots.

"Make me cum."

Arnold didn't need to be told twice, his mouth was already back on her clit, spelling his name as his fingers pumped at a quicker speed. He added another finger, causing her to writhe against his comforter and moan, her head moving around, tousling her hair more.

"Cum, Helga," Arnold said, spelling his first, then last name before she jolted, her mouth forming that perfect O shape as her body contorting beautifully, his name quietly falling from her bruised lips.

He sat back, his mouth dripping with evidence of how talented he was, his lips curled into a tired smile. He moved to sit next to her on the bed, not touching but letting her know he was there.

Arnold wanted to spoon her, gathering her in his arms and snuggle, but there were rules. And it's causal.

He was content sitting next to her, watching as she crumpled into a pile on her back, her body twitching as she came down from her second intense orgasm of the night.

Helga turned her head to look at him, her eyes unfocused and her body vibrating. She reached over, rubbing him through his jeans, causing him to groan.

As much as he wanted nothing more than to just turn her over and fuck her senseless, he grabbed her wrist to stop her, his thumb rubbing softly against the skin.

"Tonight was about you," Arnold smiled, pulling Helga against his chest and falling back against the bed, their legs hanging over the edge. She hummed, too tired to argue as she listened to his heartbeat, thinking it sounded quicker than it should have.

She could fall asleep, her eyelids and body were feeling heavy. Fall asleep. The rules suddenly reminded her that she needed to get back to her room. She couldn't stay here, not that he'd want me to. She pushed him away lightly.

"I've gotta go," Helga said, sitting up and pushing off the bed to stand, her legs still wobbly. She looked around for her thong, wondering if he flung it somewhere in the room and just made a note to ask him in the morning.

"What did I…." Arnold started, confused and replaying back the whole night to figure out what he had done wrong.

"Rules," Helga laughed at his confusion, running her hand through her hair to tame her unruly hair. She was already moving to stand in the middle of his room.

"Goodnight…Sir," Helga whispered, giving him a wink before opening the door, looking both ways before slipping and shutting it quietly behind her.

Arnold's head fell back on the comforter, his mind replaying the last hour of his life and how much has changed between them.

He looked back at his door, slipping his hands behind his head and sighed.

"What would you have said if I asked you to stay?" Arnold mumbled to the door.


Thank you to those who have read, favorited, followed, and reviewed my story. I know the past few chapters have been heavy but the next one (maybe two, I haven't figured out 100%) will be a bit tamer, leading up to the passion again.

Once again, a major thank you to HappyLittlePychopath and Turchinorain for helping bouncing ideas and editing this bad boy. It wouldn't be as smooth without you! Please go check them out if you haven't already, I thoroughly LOVE their stories and them as authors. They are both AMAZING!

I've also been thinking about having (or at least trying as I make no promises) to have a regular updating schedule? Would that be appreciated or do we like the spontaneity of these chapters? Let me know!

Much love and gratitude thrown all of your way and I hope you all had a WONDERFUL and SAFE Fourth of July! See you (hopefully soon)!

P.S. If you all choose a day, it'll start NEXT week or in TWO weeks. Please try and avoid Monday (if possible!). Thanks!