Couldn't resist. After a lot of poking and prodding, i'm back with another update! enjoy!


He sighed contently.

Artie was currently sitting on his bed and glanced over at his alarm clock. It was getting close to midnight and he wasn't the least bit tired. The entire day had baffled him and he had images in his head he could not get rid of. Hell, this had been happening all week long. He shifted uncomfortable as he thought about the events that had occurred, still fresh in his mind. He could not get the image of a soaking wet Tina, straddling his hips, for the third time that week, out of his mind. Even when he got home and was handing his wet clothes for his mom to put in the dryer, he thought about how Tina had played with those select few buttons and how she had commented on his lack of suspenders that day.

What was her angle? He couldn't figure it out. Yes, they hadn't talked about her lie since it happened, but it seemed pretty clear to him that they were both over it. Did Tina just want to get a rise out of him sexually? Because she was doing a damn good job. He shrugged at the thought. He wasn't sure if he wanted to get into a romantic relationship with her again. What if she spilled some other dark secret that he knew nothing about? Maybe it was best if he just played along for now. Hell, he was grateful he was getting any action at all.

Suddenly, a rustle from outside his window caught his attention. Artie shifted on his bed and gazed out the window. Seeing nothing, he turned back to the book he was reading. Hopefully this would distract him enough so that he could fall asleep.

'Fat chance.' He thought. Suddenly he heard the sound of branches scratching again the glass of his window. Alarmed, he sat up and slid over to the window, opening it just a little bit. The storm hadn't passed, but there was a shadow in the tree, but he couldn't quite figure out what it was. He brushed it off as a raccoon, and slid back to his spot when he heard something.

"Artie!" the figure whispered, and he could feel his skin crawl. The raccoons are talking to me, he concluded, and went back to the window. All of a sudden, he could see the figure, closer to his window and higher up the tree. Suddenly a bright flash came out of nowhere and nearly blinded him. He toppled over in surprise and rubbed his eyes frantically, trying to get them to focus. Once successful, he returned back to the window, panting.

"It's me!" the figure whispered again, and this time the light turned around to the shadow, revealing a distraught and soaking Tina. Artie gasped and squinted.

"Are you crazy? It's dangerous out there!" he whispered back, holding on to the windowsill to hoist him up higher to get a better view. He could see that Tina was holding on to a flashlight and grasping a tree branch for dear life.

"Don't worry. I've done this tons of times." She reassured him, but he wasn't convinced.

"Tina, get in here before something happens." He ordered, a frightened look in his eyes. Tina nodded feebly and tried to walk along a sturdy branch, clearly terrified of the height.

"I c-cant." She froze, almost to the window with only a few feet to go. Artie quivered as he thought of the distance she would fall if something happened. Suddenly he had an idea.

"Take one more step, then jump and take my hand." He yelled out the window, reaching out his hand. She shook her head.

"Are you crazy?" she rebutted, hugging herself tighter to the branch. However, she gave in once she saw the pleading look in his eyes. Slowly, she shuffled another foot and bent her legs, ready to spring. She almost had Artie's hand, with only a few centimetres to go. She looked at him, worried. She summoned up all her strength and sprang forward, grabbed his hand and she felt him pulling her through the window.

What happened next seem to happen in slow motion. Artie pulled on Tina's arm with all of the strength he could muster, and she came flying through the window, limbs flailing wildly, and landing on the bed. However, the momentum sent her catapulting further, making her summersault onto the floor and crash into the wall. She groaned.


"So why did you come flying through my bedroom window?" Artie asked as soon as Tina managed to get herself off of the floor. She snickered in response.

"You pulled me in, remember?" Artie rolled his eyes.

"So what's the occasion?" Artie eyed her closely as he got himself into his chair and wheeled himself to his closet to retrieve a towel. Tina avoided his gaze for a few moments then smiled.

"Wanted to make sure you didn't catch pneumonia." She concluded. Artie smiled and picked up the fact that she was shivering like mad. He wheeled himself over to her and pointed to the towel.

"Come on." Tina obliged and hopped onto his lap, after realizing that he wet ass didn't affect him at all, since he didn't feel down there. Artie put the towel on top of her head and shook it violently. Tina grumbled at the gesture and soon started shaking her head as well. Both teens burst out into laughter for a couple moments and it took them forever to catch their breath. "You should get changed. You can borrow some things of mine. " Tina jumped off his lap and let him retrieve some clothes for her.

She eyed the clothes she had just been given while Artie made his way back to his bed. After he was settled, Tina made her way to the closet, opening the door slightly. She stretched out the massive t-shirt and smiled.

"Y-you sure you don't want to go change in the bathroom?" Artie stammered, trying to getting his eyes off her and get his head out of the gutter. Tina smirked and shook her head.

"I'm fine. Besides, I don't want to wake your parents." Artie gulped. He could not believe this. She was going to strip, in his room. While he was in the room, no less. He tried to avert his gaze to another spot in the room, but it was hopeless. His attention automatically went back to Tina, who was now lifting her shirt above her head, revealing a lacy black bra.

'Crap' was all her could think of. His next plan of action: just close his eyes so that he wouldn't get aroused. Once he opened them however, Tina was making her way over to him, without any pants. "A-aren't you going to wear the sweatpants I gave you?"

"Too hot for that."

'You're telling me.'

"Besides, the shirt is big enough right?" she asked timidly, his eyes following her gaze down her form.

"Y-yeah, it's fine." He concluded. She finally sat down at the end of the bed and Artie eyed her suspiciously. "Not tired?"

"Not really." She sighed, and subconsciously started drawing circles on his shins. Artie cursed under his breath. He wished he could feel that. He slowly pulled himself up from his pillow so that he was facing her, with his legs between them. He leaned as far as he could and grabbed her wrists, pulling her slightly towards him. Tina gasped as he drew small circles on her wrists with his thumbs. He sighed and was glad she was enjoying this. Soon their foreheads were pressed together, caught up in the moment with each other. Tina was first to break the silence.

"Artie?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever kissed a girl? I mean, other than me." She whispered. Artie looked down at their intertwined hands and let out a sigh.

"Most girls don't give me the time of day." He could feel Tina's hands add pressure to his own, as if to console him.

"That's not true." She trailed off, but Artie put his finger to her lip and smiled.

"You're not like most girls." Tina blushed and took her hands out of Artie's. He raised an eyebrow, and saw her get up, only to settle herself on top of his pelvic bone.

'Damn my paralysis.' He inwardly screamed. He gulped as he felt her hands running slowly up and down his chest, causing him to become extremely aroused against his wishes. Then again, maybe this was his wish, he really didn't know.

"The sweater vest would have prevented this." She smirked, and ran her fingers along the hem of his shirt, causing him to shiver immensely. She smiled at the contact and continued to play with his shirt. She rode it up slightly and placed her fingers on his bare skin. "Can you feel that?" Artie nodded feebly. "Good." She trailed her fingers along his abdomen and saw the goosebumps rise as she did so. She looked back at Artie and saw a determined look in his eye. She cocked an eyebrow and he smirked.

"You're not allowed to have all the fun." He whispered, slowly sitting up, so that their chests were in close proximity. He reached up to sweep her hair back, exposing her neck once again. Slowly he leaned in, placing slow, sweet kissed along her collarbone. Tina arched her back in response, and Artie continued as such. His hands found her hips and his fingers traced the bare skin which he found there. He placed his hand on the small of her back and pressed her against his chest, hard. She squealed as a reply, and this only egged him on.

What had gotten into him? He normally wasn't like this. Then again, it wasn't everyday that the girl of his dreams crawled through his bedroom window and wanted him this badly. He couldn't complain.

He slowly craned his neck upwards so that they were face to face. Tina's face was flushed, as was his. After their brief staring contest, Tina reached up and slowly took off his glasses, setting them aside. Artie squinted in confusion, making Tina double over in a fit of giggles.

"Now you're just a blur." He whined.

"So?"

"Good point." His hands reached to tug at her shirt, but her hands stopped him.

"Oh no you don't." She huffed. "You first." Artie hesitated, and slowly removed his shirt.

Tina stared wide-eyed at what she saw. She knew that he was toned, but damn, this was beyond what she expected. Automatically her hand reached out to trace his chest. His hand stopped her midway. "Oh no you don't." Just as Tina started tugging at her shirt, Artie's hands landed on top of hers and grabbed the hem. He slowly tugged the shirt upwards, forcing Tina to lift her arms. Artie marveled at her every curve, kissing every inch of skin he could get his hands on.

He inhaled deeply, trying to catch his breath. "You're naked, I'm naked. We're square."

"Not quite."


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