note: So this chapter gets a little more...M than T. Nothing too graphic but just a little warning. Honestly, this is just a filler chapter, so if you don't want to read about Arnold and Phoebe having sexy times together, feel free to skip.

On that note I have gone back and edited some past chapters. It's not any drastic changes, just some little details here and there.

00's Comedown Machine
by, the ultimateSora

Chapter Ten
The Best Payback

"Are you sure we can be here?" Phoebe asked as her lip and chin began to numb.

She was sitting on an examining table in the medical office Suzette and her partners worked. Suzette had just injected her bottom lip and was getting ready to stitch the wound Jean Pearlstein caused on the left side of her chin, just under her lip. "Well, if the other doctors get mad, they can eat my entire ass."

Arnold suppressed a laugh and gave Phoebe's hand a squeeze. The three were alone as Ralphie and Mark went to the vending machines. Phoebe and Arnold were both well aware that Ralphie didn't want to be anywhere near the sight of Phoebe getting her skin stitched back together. He paled at the sight of her bleeding wound and eventually turned slightly green as the blood rolled down her chin.

"Arnold, do you have a stronger stomach than my son?" Suzette asked.

"I think most people do, ma'am."

"Good. You can be my nurse. Wash up."

Arnold nodded and took off his jacket. He rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands before joining Suzette at the table. He watched with interest as Suzette began to thread the wound close. He handed her whatever supplies she needed and gave Phoebe the occasional pat on the arm as comfort. When Suzette was done and after she wiped the dried blood from Phoebe's neck and chin, Arnold handed her the gauze and tape to put on Phoebe.

"Now, let's get you some painkillers," Suzette said. "Nothing addictive but something to keep the wound from killing you too much. We should have some sample packs before I can get your prescription."

As she cleared the used supplies, Arnold gave Phoebe a kiss on the forehead. "Seven hells, Phoebe, I'm so sorry about all of this."

"Why? You didn't hit me."

"No, but the woman who birthed me did."

"Do you want to press charges or anything, Phoebe?" Suzette asked.

Phoebe shook her head. "No." She glanced at Arnold. "Only because I imagine your mother would get a team of lawyers so far up my butt or something."

He sighed. "You're not too far off, unfortunately." He looked at Suzette. "Dr. T, if it's okay, I don't want to go home tonight. I might say something to my mother I could regret."

"You need a night to let your anger blow over, I get it." She winked at him. "I'll make sure Mr. Terese understands."

Phoebe hopped off the table, Arnold putting his jacket around her shoulders, and hand-in-hand, they followed Suzette out. They found Ralphie and Mark sitting in the waiting room, and they got up, following behind Arnold and Phoebe, who were following Suzette. The ride home was quiet, as was the walk into the house. Arnold and Phoebe didn't dare kiss or hold hands as they followed Ralphie upstairs, and after she handed Arnold his jacket back, the boys went to Ralphie's room without a word. Phoebe went in her room and kicked her shoes off. She took off her cardigan and dress, hanging them both up, and she put on a tank top and pajama pants.

She went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, which was more difficult than she would have liked, but she managed to do it. She carefully took off the gauze and looked at her stitched wound, which was just below the left side of her lip. The whole area around the wound was swollen and turning purple now. Maybe the painkillers were helping, but she thought the wound looked worse than it felt. She walked back to her room, and after closing the door behind her, she fell back onto her bed. Suzette came by to say goodnight, but Phoebe had the feeling her father wanted her to check to make sure that Arnold was in Ralphie's room or the guest room. After a while, there was a knock on the door.

Phoebe got up and opened the door to find Arnold. She quickly pulled him in and shut the door. "You know my dad will kill you if he knows you're in here."

He shrugged. "I wanted to check on you. How's the lip?"

"Numb, throbbing, but no actual pain." She noticed he didn't have his glasses on, and he was wearing no shirt and a pair of fitted sweats. She read what was written on the sweats, "'Walker Lake Middle School.' Are those Ralphie's?"

He chuckled. "Yeah. It was the only thing that fit. Everything else just slid off."

Perhaps it was the painkillers that had given her a burst of confidence as she reached out and grasped the waistband of his pants and underwear. "Too bad you didn't wear those over here."

Arnold cocked a brow. "Oh, really?" He smiled as she pulled him closer. "As much as I'd love for this to continue, you're kind of injured."

She smiled as best she could. "Really? I can't feel a thing." She moved her hands up his stomach to his chest, his skin so soft and warm, and she could feel his muscles. "Except for you. I definitely can feel you." She pulled him even closer and wrapped her arms around him. "I was thinking...what would be the best way to get back at your mother for tonight?"

Arnold wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands then sliding down to her butt. "Do tell, Miss Terese."

She pressed her body against his. "If her son ravished his poor nothing of a girlfriend on said girlfriend's bed. That would be the best payback."

Arnold's expression softened. "Really? You want to...have..."

"Sex, Arnold. I want sex. This is me, Phoebe, giving you, Arnold, my consent."

He smiled. "Really really?"

She nodded. "Really really. I'm ready. I love you. I want you. I...I want you to touch me in every way possible. I want to feel you. And..." She smiled again. "Also, I'm on birth control, so we won't need a condom."

Arnold took her hands off of him, and he held them firmly. "If you change your mind at any point, then we'll stop. Even if it's in the middle of it and you want to stop, just say so, and I'll stop. I want you to feel comfortable."

She nodded. "I will."

He smiled. "I love you, you know."

She smiled back. "I know. I love you, too."

Arnold was careful not to kiss her too close to her wound, and his lips moved down her neck to her chest and stomach as he kneeled. He raised her shirt so he could kiss the skin of her stomach, and he took hold of her pants and panties, pulling both down slowly. He moved back to look at her, and as he did, she pulled her shirt off. He pressed his lips against her stomach and held her tighter. He took in her scent, the feel of her skin, her breathing. She was skinny, definitely thinner than the other three girls, but she still had some squish on her hips and stomach, which stuck out just a bit, and her hips seemed wider than when she was clothed. Her breasts weren't entirely flat, either. She had enough for him to hold and squeeze if he wanted to, he thought. As much as he wanted to hold her and press his face against her stomach, there was more he wanted to do. He could see and feel the goosebumps forming on her skin, and he kissed her hip and then her lower belly.

That's when Arnold started to chuckle, but he stopped when Phoebe tensed. "What is it?" she asked.

He shook his head and looked up at her. "Nothing, nothing...I was just thinking about the first time I saw you naked."

She was quiet for a moment before she started to laugh. "Oh, no, I remember that."

It had been a little over a year ago. Arnold had come over to get a textbook he left in Ralphie's room. He thought the house was empty, having let himself in with the spare key under the mat, but just as he came upstairs, the bathroom door opened, and a very nude Phoebe, with only a towel wrapped on her head, stepped out. They had stared at one another in stunned silence, and she covered herself with her hands as she yelped and ran to her room as he ran to Ralphie's room and both slammed the doors shut.

"I apologized for that," he said. "But I must say, your butt was really cute as you tried to get your door open. I haven't seen it yet now, but I'm sure it's still cute." He reached up and gently grabbed her breasts. "Though, I've noticed these gals have gotten a little bigger. Still cute. Maybe even cuter than before."

She laughed and gently smacked him. "Shut up."

He smiled and moved his hands down to her hips. He started kissing her lower belly before moving lower. He stopped when he felt her tense again.

"Arnold?"

He looked up at her. "Too much?"

She shook her head and gently ran her fingers through his hair. She moved to her desk, and she leaned back against it. She held onto it as Arnold lifted her legs so they were resting on his shoulders. Phoebe wasn't sure why he was still kneeling and why his face was so close to...down there, but she broke from her thoughts suddenly, letting out a gasp when she felt his lips on the last place she'd expect them to be. She tried not to gasp or moan too loud, and it grew harder to keep quiet when his tongue really started going. When his tongue hit a very, very sensitive spot, she grabbed the shirt that was draped on her chair and moaned into it. She was glad she was able to quiet her sounds when she felt his fingers, and it didn't take long for her to let go. She was sweating and panting as Arnold lowered her legs, and he kissed his way back up to her lips.

"How was that?" he asked.

She was still panting as she looked at him in shock and amazement. "How- how do you think? I mean...wow, Arnold...where did you learn to do that?"

He shrugged. "I just wanted to...to do that when I saw your- saw between your legs. I don't know, I figured if I treated those lips like these lips," he gently brushed his thumb along her lips, "then maybe something would happen."

She smiled and nodded. "Oh, something happened all right. Especially, when you hit a small but just right spot."

"Well, I don't know about you, but I sure enjoyed doing that," he said with a wink.

She smiled and moved down to her knees. She grasped the waistband of both his pants and underwear, and she looked up at him. "Now, I know I have an injury, but I can't feel any pain, so perhaps I shall return the favor?"

They lay in a sweaty pile of limbs on Phoebe's bed, both panting and in shock at what had just happened. This was their first time so they decided to take their time to learn how the other liked being touched. A couple of orgasms later, they were glad they went slow. Phoebe moved so she was on top of Arnold, and she kissed his chest. He wasn't ripped, but his muscle tone was noticable. She would still love him and be attracted to him if he didn't have that lean swimmer's body (after all, she carried feelings for him since they were kids), but she had admit, this was a bonus.

She gently ran her finger along his soft skin. "You know, I could get used to this."

He grinned. "What? Me making you a woman over and over?"

She laughed. "Of course." She kissed his chest again and moved up to rest her head in the crook of his neck. "I always heard the first time would be awful and awkward. We got quite lucky."

He wrapped his arms around her. "Well, we didn't just jump into the humping, y'know? We took our time, learned how to get one another off."

She nodded. "True. Also, I expected it to hurt...especially because of, y'know, how big you are, but it didn't."

"It's not supposed to. You were aroused, so your cervix was relaxed and naturally lubricated." She moved up and looked at him in confusion, especially since his tone was so matter-of-fact. He laughed a bit. "My aunt that's a nurse gave me and Janet 'the talk,' thankfully not at the same time. She got really technical and indepth. A tight cervix isn't an aroused one, so I was quite glad you were loose."

She couldn't help but smile and laugh, the painkillers keeping her pain to a minimum. "You surprise me all the time, Arnold Matthew Perlstein." She kissed his cheek. "I love a smart guy." She grinned. "Also, I'm up for another round if you are."

"I'm always ready."

She could feel him against her leg. "So you are."

He moved so they were sitting up. "D'you think we can, maybe, try other positions?"

She cocked her head. "Other positions? There's more?"

His already flushed body went a little more red. "Carlos got his hands on this sex book freshman year, and us guys read it a few times."

She held up her hand. "Say no more...please. What do you want to try?"

He grinned. "On your stomach, Miss Terese."

She felt her stomach flutter. "Oh, Mr. Perlstein, I think I like this dominating side of you."

He winked, and in a more forceful tone, he said, "I said on your stomach, Miss Terese."

She smiled and moved onto her stomach. He moved behind her and straddled her legs, and she shivered when she felt his fingers run down her freckled back.

Oh, she definitely could get used to this.

Arnold went back to the guest room before the sun rose, but he helped Phoebe change her sheets before he went back, as they were quite the mess. She put on clean underwear and pajamas, and she slept for probably three or four hours before she woke up to the smell of pancakes. She got up and cleaned herself up for the day, and she made her way downstairs. Ralphie and Arnold were sitting at the breakfast table with Mark and Suzette, and it took all of Phoebe's self-control to not sit on Arnold's lap and make out with him.

"Phoebe's up," Ralphie announced.

"Morning, sweetie," Mark said.

Phoebe kissed the top of his head. "Morning."

"If your lip is hurting, your painkillers are in one of the drawers in the island counter," Suzette said.

Phoebe nodded. She took her pills out and took two before she sat down and served herself some pancakes. She felt Arnold's foot gently nudge hers. "How'd you sleep?" he asked.

She hoped her face wasn't turning red. "Very, very well."

Ralphie laughed. "I'm shocked you didn't go sneak in Phoebe's room and violate her, bro." The other three Ternellis shouted, "Ralphie!" while Arnold's knees hit the table as he flinched. Ralphie shook his head. "What? We were all thinking it!"

"My father is sitting right here, Ralphie!" Phoebe snapped.

Suzette reached over and smacked Ralphie on the head. "Show some respect. Besides, Arnold and Phoebe know better than to have sex here and now."

"Or ever," Mark added.

Arnold awkwardly cleared his throat and got up. "I'm going to clean my dishes and then get dressed and go home. Thanks for letting me stay the night."

Phoebe looked up at him. "Want me to go with you to your house? So you won't have to face your mother alone?"

He smiled. "You're so sweet, but no, I adore you too much to allow you to face my mother so soon."

He washed his dishes and headed upstairs. When Phoebe finished her breakfast, Arnold was back, and he was dressed. Ralphie got up and gave him a "bro hug." "See you later, man."

Arnold nodded. "Hopefully." He smiled at Suzette and Mark. "Again, thank you for letting me stay."

"Anytime," Suzette said. Mark grunted in slight protest.

Arnold went over to Phoebe and kissed her cheek before he whispered in her ear, "Let's do each other again soon."

She laughed. "Go home already."

"Love you."

"Love you, too."

He went out through the kitchen door to the driveway, and Ralphie started laughing, "You two are so gross."

Phoebe rolled her eyes. "You're gross."

She got up to wash her dishes, and afterwards, as she made her way back upstairs, Ralphie ran up to her. "Wait, wait, wait...so tell me the truth, he banged you, didn't he?"

Phoebe looked at him with wide eyes, and she shushed him. "Keep it down!" She lowered her voice even more. "And it's none of your business."

She went to her bedroom, and Ralphie gasped as he followed her. He kept his voice low as he said, "I knew it! He banged you!"

"Would you shut up?"

"Okay, A: I got up to take a piss in the middle of the night and the guest room door was open. B: You two were eye banging during breakfast, and C: The look on your face right now. You had sex!"

She tensed and stared hard at him. "So what if I did? What're you going to do? Rat me out to Daddy and Suzette? Beat up your best friend for having sex with me? What?"

He shook his head. "I'm just pissed you had sex before I did." He laughed. "Nah, I shouldn't be. You two probably had super boring sex."

She was growing more annoyed and blurted, "I orgasmed multiple times last night."

He flinched. "Ew! No, no, no! I don't want details!"

"Arnold went down on me at least twice, and it was amazing!"

"Shut up!"

"I had great sex, and you haven't had it at all!"

He pointed hard at her as he backed towards the door. "You are a horrible person, Phoebe Terese."

Arnold was startled from finishing his homework when he heard the doorbell. It was late afternoon, and he had no idea who'd be at the door on a Sunday afternoon. He got up and leaned over his desk to look out his window. He could see the front yard and street, and his heart skipped a beat (in a good way) when he saw the red and white 1982 Honda Passport moped. He paused his music, and realizing he had been lounging in his boxer-briefs, he grabbed his blue sweats that said "YALE" down one leg. He quickly slipped them on and ran downstairs to answer the door.

Phoebe was fidgeting with her hands as she stood on the other side of the door, and she continued when Arnold opened the door. She looked up and asked, "Are your parents home?"

"No, turns out they went to Newport after dinner last night."

She nodded. "Good." She walked in and made her way to the stairs, unbuttoning her shirt as she walked up. She left it behind her and began unbuttoning her jeans "Join me in your bedroom, then?"

He shut the door and went after her. "Right behind you."

Ten minutes later, Arnold had a very sweaty and very satisfied Phoebe on his desk, slumped against him. "Your tongue...is a gift," she panted.

"I try."

She sat up and wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close, and she wished he wasn't still wearing pants. "Can we just stay in this room forever and you could just do that the whole time?"

He grinned. "Well, as much as I love doing that, we have school, unfortunately." He brushed his fingers along her arm's reddened freckled skin. "Not going to lie, I was- and still am- a little surprised you're so willing to let me see you naked."

She shrugged. "Yeah, the idea of anyone seeing me naked is beyond anxiety-inducing, but I don't know...something about you just relaxes me. You look at me like you really do think I'm beautiful, like even my weird bony body wouldn't scare you off."

"Your body isn't weird or bony...okay maybe a little bony in places, but it's definitely not weird. And I've seen it up close, you know." He smiled. "You have a cute little body with cute little squishy parts here and there, a cute little butt, and cute boobs that are actually bigger than the others seem to think."

"Well, I think anyone's boobs would look flat compared to those three's." She moved her hands down and grasped his butt. "But you want to talk about a cute butt?" She gave it a squeeze. "Such a cute, hard, shapely butt." She grasped the waistband of his pants and underwear. "Now, please take these off and throw me on that bed to have your way with me."

"As you wish, Miss Terese." He slid his pants and boxer-briefs off, and he easily lifted her up off the desk. She laughed as he tossed her onto the bed, and he joined her, holding himself up above her. He grabbed her legs and moved them so they were pressed against his shoulders. "Ready?"

She nodded. "Always."

Phoebe didn't know how much time passed, as it all became a wonderful blur. She didn't have to muffle her moans, and she could be as loud as she wanted. She also wasn't in one position for long. She was on her back then suddenly, she was flipped onto her stomach. Then she was on her side, Arnold holding her from behind, and then she was being held up and pressed against the wall. She also found herself on top of Arnold at one point, though that didn't last long as she could find a good rhythm and felt like she couldn't please both of them. Then she was on her hands and knees, Arnold behind her, his hands gripping her hips. Whatever book it was the guys had found and read, Phoebe wanted to thank the person who wrote it.

Eventually, both were spent, and they lay side by side on the bed, both sweaty and panting slightly. Arnold chuckled. "Huh, this is only our second time...well, second night doing it, and I have to say...well done to us. We're pretty good at this."

She shook her head. "You are. I'm terrible when on top."

He turned on his side so he could look at her, and he gently brushed his fingers through her sweaty strands of hair. "But you sure know what to do when you're on your knees, even with an injured lip."

She laughed and covered her face. "I can't believe I actually like doing that."

"Your hands are also pretty talented, just like your cute li'l mouth."

She held up her hands. "Who knew my big hands would come in handy at some point?"

Arnold chuckled and kissed her forehead. "You know, the others might call us boring, but the joke's on them: We're having amazing sex."

She smiled. "They would never believe us either, even if we told them all the dirty details. Heck, we could be going at it right in front of them, and they'd still not believe us."

He laughed. "Yeah, pretty much." He took her hand in his and squeezed it. "Hey, do you still want to get back at my mother?"

"One part of me is like, 'Please don't mention your mother when we're naked,' but the other part is like, 'Yes, please tell me what you have in mind.'"

He gave her hand another squeeze. "The master bathroom has a large glass shower. Be a shame if I had shower sex with my girlfriend in there, wouldn't it?"

"Yes. Yes, it would." She sat up. "You know what else would be a shame?"

He grinned. "Having sex on the couch as well? Perhaps the kitchen?"

"Yes to both." She got off the bed. "Let's do it."

note: Yeah, might be a bit of a stretch that they'd be this good, especially since it's the first time, but I figured I'd give Phoebe a break.

Oh, and the story of Arnold seeing Phoebe naked the first time was also used in Bromance. Thought I'd use it again.