A/N:Super sorry for the long delay! And I am also sorry but I am posting this chapter under very special circumstances. I will post the next chapter following this one. but I URGE you to please review on both chapters. This one is a lot longer than any of the other ones simply for all that I wanted to happen in this part of the story, and it would have felt weird if I had broken it up. Also. PLEASE BE ADVISED THAT THE RATING OF THIS STORY IS OFFICIALLY NOW 'M' FOR SEXUAL CONTENT!
His lips crashed against hers, as she pulled him to her, to have him stumble forward and pin her against her door. Her hands started to possessively roam his back as she let out a guttural moan, he felt her thighs move up his legs and was forced to press against her with his pelvis to take on her weight, as she feverishly attacked his lips. He placed his hands on her legs and pulled them up to wrap fully around his waist as he slipped the edge of her dress down her legs. She latched onto the lapels of his jacket and pulled him more into her. Blindly reaching for the door knob of her dorm, he turned the knob and it flung open against their weight as he pushed her against it as his lips sought out her neck.
She let out a groan as she pressed with her entire left side and shoved him against the wall next to the open door. He pushed it closed and felt his spine tingle as she flashed a Cheshire grin and pounced on him.
TWELVE HOURS EARLIER:
It was bright on Friday morning as Arnold stepped outside the door of his dorm building. Taking a deep breath through his nose, filling himself with the clean, crisp air of the campus and clearing his lungs of the odor of his dorm room, and mate who just so happens to smoke menthol. He turned and started down the path towards his Friday morning class.
After walking Helga back to her down room Wednesday afternoon, they hugged, and Arnold could still remember in vivid detail as he swayed her from side to side and she buried her face in his shoulder, then walked inside and smiled back at him. She had slept quite literally all day Thursday, and according to Janet, and sarcastically speaking, spent that long in the bathroom when she finally woke up. However disappointed to not see her all day, Arnold could only speculate that she was not a morning person, and did not want to take the chance that she would make an exception for him. Although a stupid thought to be playing around with, Arnold still debated with himself whether or not to tell Helga the he had read her journal.
He knew that she would most likely kill him if he did confess to her, if not kill, then maim beyond recognition. He did feel bad about invading her privacy, which he was sure she took very seriously, especially when Janet assured him that she trusted him, even more so when her journal didn't reveal any helpful information pertaining to where she was. He needed to make it up to her, without letting her know his reasons behind it. Maybe I could get her something, like a gift, maybe some flowers or a small piece of jewelry. But Helga isn't at all materialistic. No, I need to do something for her. I could take her somewhere, somewhere nice… and expensive. Maybe like an official date. He smiled to himself as his plan was set in stone in his mind.
Coming up on the lecture hall, Arnold saw Helga coming up to him, wearing tight blue jeans and a powder blue t-shirt, with her hair bouncing and flowing as she jogged up to him. He only had a moment to react before she placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned up and placed a light kiss on his lips, like she was saying hello with her lips, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She leaned back on her heels and smiled up at him as he wore a dumbfounded expression on his face. "What was that for?"
She looked taken back as she squinted at him. "You got a problem with me kissing you now?"
"No! I love kissing you; it was just odd that's all." His brain froze as he had just realized what had slipped from his still shocked and recently kissed lips.
Her eyes sparkled and light up as her smile turned shy yet loving. "You love kissing me?"
Here's your chance! "Well," He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her into him casually with a half smiled tossed on his face. "Among the few people I have let kiss me, you are ranked in the top three."
She flung her arms around his neck and interlaced her fingers behind his neck. "Top three?" She feigned being insulted.
"Well, I haven't done enough… research… to accurately rank you."
She ran her fingers up his scalp, slowly leaned up and placed an open mouthed, passionate kiss on him. He felt her tongue slowly run across the roof of his mouth as his mind went blank as he felt her jump slightly as he dug his fingers into her hips. As her lips sat against his for a long moment, she let out a soft moan and released him. His eyes remained closed as he felt the muscles in his legs give out, but refused to let him fall. "So…" His eyes fluttered open to see her glaring at him. "Well?"
"Getting up there." She scoffed and walked past him and into the lecture hall. He caught up with her just as she got to the door of the hall. "Helga," She turned around and crossed her arms, staring him down. "I was actually wondering if you'd let me take you out tonight. You know, help to take your mind off of… everything." She seemed to consider his offer for a moment before nodding and letting a quip form at her lips.
"You got yourself a date."
"Great, I'll pick you up at seven." He walked past her and saw her place her back pack on her chair to take out her books. He took this opportunity to sneak behind her, ghost his fingers past her sides, and lean in to whisper in her ear. "Wear something nice."
She looked at him from the side and raised an eye brow. She paused when he let his hands fall near her waist. "Why?"
"Because I plan on taking you somewhere you normally need reservations to get into."
"You made reservations?" She asked in a happily surprised voice.
"No, but I know a guy." She sent an accusing glare his way. "Trust me! It will be great, I promise."
"Alright, you better sweep me off my feet tonight, bucko, I don't put on a dress for just anybody."
"Do you mean that literally, because I could work that in." She elbowed him and he let her go with a slight squeeze of her waist. He got to his usual seat and took out his text book, followed by his phone, along with the number Rhonda had provided him. This better work, he thought to himself as he made the call.
As Arnold nervously paced back and forth across his dorm, staring down the slacks and sport coat he had laid out a few hours ago as if he was interrogating them, he took a few large steps over to his desk and grabbed his phone to check the time for the third time in two minutes. He still had a good hour and a half before he was due to pick up Helga, and a better forty five minutes after that to get to the restaurant. There was a knock on his door, nearly sending Arnold out of his skin. He made his way over to his door, knowing full well who it was, and knowing that they were late. He opened the door and walked back by his bed. "Geez, Bright side, next time, would you mind putting on some pants?" Eddie said as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
"You're late." He said while making his way back over to his desk to check his phone again.
"Who says? You told me to be here before six, and it's not even five thirty. Now, I'm willing to lend you my car for the night, but you owe me one." Eddie said, tossing Arnold the keys.
"Yeah, I'll make it up to you. I just need tonight to go perfect."
"It's just a date, Bright side, it's not like you're proposing or… anything. You're not proposing are you?"
"What? No! I just don't want anything to go wrong." He heard Eddie sigh and saw him reach into the pocket of his jacket, to retrieve his flask. He unscrewed the top and handed it over to him. Arnold took it from him before taking a quick shot of what seemed to be Rum. He handed it back to him and ran a hand through his hair.
"Better?" Eddie asked as he slipped the flask back into his pocket.
"Yeah," Arnold replied, letting the alcohol sink into his system.
"So I heard you gave that Robert guy a pretty good beating." Arnold chuckled.
"It wasn't like that. I didn't do it out of jealousy. He hit Helga, so I hit him back."
"I heard you busted his knee cap and gave him a shiner."
"Yeah, like I said, I hit him back." Eddie laughed and slapped his friend on the shoulder. They talked for a bit longer before Eddie said he had to get going to meet his wife at the Old Smoke, leaving Arnold to get ready. He took a quick shower in the floors bathroom and got dressed in his black slacks, dark green silk shirt, and sports coat. He went back to the bathroom to style his hair, slicking it back in but leaving a few strands to fall forward. He looked at himself in the mirror, smirked and leaned back, pointing at his reflection. He shook his head at his childishness and tugged on his sports coat. He went back to his dorm room and grabbed his phone, along with Eddie's car keys, then went outside to pick up his date.
Just going up the stairs to her door, he spotted Janet making her way down, with a grin. "Hey Janet."
She looked over to him and smiled. "Hey Arnold, Helga's just finished getting dressed. And don't worry, she let me borrow her blue skirt in exchange for staying out tonight." She winked as she passed by him on the stairs, leaving him to break out in a cold sweat at when her staying out for the night meant. He cleared his throat and made his way up to her door, and knocked lightly. She opened the door in a rush, and went about scrambling across her dorm. "Um… Hi." He said, poking his head inside.
"Hey, sorry, Janet wouldn't leave me alone, and now I'm late." Arnold checked the time on his phone, seeing that it was only six forty five. Before he could tell her that she was still a bit early. She was walking up to him and turning around to have her slightly bare back face him. "Could you zip me?" She said, pointing to the back of her red dress. He gulped passed the lump in his throat and slowly reached up to the hook at the top.
"You know," he said in a low, sultry voice, while reaching down to the zipper that started just above her ass. "This is contrary to my plans for the evening." He didn't want the sight of the naked flesh to go away, but he slowly zipped up her dress nonetheless.
"You were the one who said wear something nice." She replied, using the tone that said that it was all his fault.
"Yes, and you look miraculous." He said as she turned around to face him, with his focus being drawn to the light that was shining in her eyes.
She reached up and soothed over the lapels of his sports coat, then tugging lightly on his collar, and finishing off her inspection by brushing off his shoulders. "You look rather dashing yourself."
He shrugged lightly. "I try."
Their gazes locked for a minute before Helga spoke. "I would kiss you, but I have lip gloss on, and don't want to have to reapply it." She said stepping into him.
His eyes drifted shut he snaked his arms around her, while letting out a low moan. "What flavor?" He heard her giggle and then felt her ghost her fingers across his cheek, then felt her breath on his ear.
"Apple…" She whispered. He quickly pushed her away and cleared his throat.
"Unless you want the night to end now, you will be so kind as to refrain from doing that." She let out a bark of laughter and walked past him. The drive to the restaurant was made in comfortable silence, agreeing that the destination was to remain a secret until they arrived. It took them about a half an hour to reach it, and Arnold counted himself lucky that he was driving, and was forced to keep most of his attention on the road, as Helga's dress only came up a few inches past her knees, and she was currently sitting with her legs crossed, gazing out the window.
Arnold found a parking place and got out of the car, fully intending to open the door for Helga but, she was already out by the time he was at her side of the car. "So, what's the big surprise?" She asked turning to him.
He grabbed onto her hand and led them down the side walk a bit before rounding the corner. They walked a few more feet before coming to the door of a very high end looking restaurant. The door was made of clear glass, with an intricate design on the front. Arnold opened the door for her, and ushered her inside. He paused as he watched her take in the atmosphere of the place. He came up to her side and decided to do the same. A string quartet could be heard in the distance, and the whole place was aglow with candle light. He looked over to the host's podium, and let his nervous clench drop once he saw that his plan seemed to be going off without a hitch. "Arnold, how'd you get us reservations here? This place looks amazing!"
He placed a hand on the small of her back and motioned over to the host's podium. "Like I said… I know a guy." He watched as she looked over to the podium and watched her eyes grow wide.
"Is that…"
"Yep." He interrupted her with a nod. He grabbed her hand and led her over to the podium. "Hi, reservations for Shortman."
The host looked up with a grin. "Hey there, man!" The host came around from the podium and clapped his hand together with Arnold's and brought him in for a brotherly hug. "It's good to see you."
"Good to see you too, Sid. Sorry for the short notice."
"Oh it's no trouble. Anything for a fellow Hillwood… Alum." He let his sentence fall when he caught sight of the captivating woman standing next to Arnold, with a look of slight shook on her face. Arnold saw Sid's smile turn devious. "And who might you be?" He asked her, not realizing at all who it was.
Helga simply crossed her arms and raised an eye brow. "Would you mind getting us a table, Geek bait, or do I have to do it myself?"
Sid's jaw practically hit the floor when he realized who he had just tried to hit on. "Helga?"
"The one and only," She replied, holding her head high. Arnold watched as Sid's eyes continued to rack up and down her body.
"Sid!" Sid visibly shook his head and looked over to Arnold. "The table?"
"Uh, right, the table." He looked down at the podium, and looked up to the couple. "Right this way." He said, grabbing two menus and leading them off into the restaurant. He led them to a small table, with a small bowl in the center, holding a floating candle in the center, and pulled Helga's chair out for her, earning an eye roll, but a thank you nonetheless. "The waitress will be right with you, enjoy." Sid walked off, but not before getting a fist bump from Arnold.
"How the hell did he end up a host for a fancy place like this?" Helga asked.
"He dated Rhonda in high school. She got him this job as a present, and he was surprisingly good at it. Eugene told me about it when I went over there last week."
The conversation turned into Helga asking about everyone, how not so surprised she was to hear that Harold was a bouncer, how pleased she was with Eugene's career choice, and how well off Rhonda was doing even after her father went bankrupt. They were soon sharing stories of their times in the army and the peace corps, over a bottle of wine. Then it somehow turned to what Arnold did during his time in rehab. "You've never heard of Fringe? It's only the greatest show ever put on TV!"
"Sorry, but I've been without a TV for the past three years." She said as she stabbed a piece of pasta with her fork.
"Are you busy this weekend?" He asked out of nowhere.
"No, why?"
"Because you're watching it with me this weekend, no excuses." He said, cutting a piece of meat. Helga smiled and shook her head.
Suddenly, Helga put down her fork and leaned back in her chair, wearing a sad expression, which didn't go unnoticed by Arnold, who was suddenly very worried that he had said something wrong. "Everything alright?" He asked quietly.
"Yeah, it's nothing, it's just…" She sighed heavily and then reached into her small hand bag and pulled out an all too familiar crumpled piece of paper, and set her forearms against the table and opened it. "You kept this note for three years?"
"Yeah, so?" He asked as if it was no big deal, and went back to his plate.
"Anyone else would have thrown it away, why'd you keep it?" Helga asked, reading the letter over again.
Arnold set down his fork, and leaned back in his chair. "I don't know, really. I mean, you left kind of suddenly, no explanation, or anything. So that note was all I had. I held onto it the first few days when I went looking for you, but then a few days turned into a month, and by that time, I was signing up for the military, and on a bus to basic training." He reached over and slipped the letter from her grasp and looked at it. "You have no idea how much this note means to me, Helga."
"Why, it's a goodbye note."
"I remember when I was on leave one time, and I was at a bar with a couple of other guys, and they were all talking about how they all had someone at home waiting for them, or how they were going to go out and get the girl of their dreams. All I had was this note and the hope that the girl of my dreams would find her way back." He ran his fingers past the last paragraph, the sentence that said that she would always love him, and dared himself to ask her if she still meant it.
"Arnold," She said softly, calling his attention away from the note. He looked over to her and her warm smile, as she reached into her bag once more. "I need to show you something." She pulled out a small golden object that fit into the palm of her hand. She kept it hidden under the table for a minute before bringing it up and looking at it. "There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't feel bad about how I handled things, how I just left you lying in bed with no explanation. There were nights where I sat up and scolded myself for being so cowardly, for just running off and not even saying goodbye to your face. I, uh, I did think of you just about every day, even when I was with Robert."
"Why were you with him?" He didn't mean for his simple question to come out as an accusation, but his hostile feelings toward her ex were still too raw. She looked at him with a slightly sad expression and then looked down at her lap.
"You know, I look back on it, and I don't really know. I mean, he wasn't even my type. But, I guess when you're in the middle of Africa, and a good looking guy from back home starts hitting on you, you get caught up in the moment. But, when I got back and ran into you at school, I completely forgot about Robert. I still remember when I was meeting Jan, and I had to explain to her how 'the hot blonde guy with the dangerous eyes' was not my boyfriend."
"Dangerous eyes?" He asked.
"I don't know." She shook her head at the antics of her roommate. They were silent for about a minute before her small voice reached over to him again. "Can I tell you something?"
"Anything…" He replied sweetly.
"It's kind of embarrassing so, give me a break." She sat up straighter in her chair and steeled herself. "The first time Rob and I had sex," Oh god, I have a bad feeling about this. "I uh… I couldn't stop saying your name."
Arnold's eyes went wide as his heart went off on erratic tempos. How exactly do you respond to something like that? "Um, is that a compliment?"
She let out a chuckle and leaned forward. "You know, I actually wrote about that night while I was in Africa. I wrote down every single detail I could remember. Everything to how lonely and crappy I was feeling before you came and sat down next to me, to how amazing it felt to finally be kissing you again, to how crappy it felt leaving you, and how I cupped your cheek and whispered an apology in your ear right before I left."
"You did that?"
She nodded solemnly, "Yeah, I did. It was even harder leaving when I woke up and we were spooning."
"We were?" He felt as if he was being told what he did after a night of very heavy drinking, being told what he had done from his friend who didn't drink as much.
Her eyes now held a faraway look as she nodded again. "Yeah," just then, the waitress came by and set the check down, telling them to get to it whenever they were ready, and Arnold grabbed it while Helga seemed to be daydreaming, he felt as if a knife was just stuck in his gut when he looked at the bottom of the check, but before he knew what was happening, the waitress was coming back and leaning down in his ear.
"I was just informed by a miss Lloyd that your check was being covered by her. She told me to tell you that she hopes your date went well to visit her sometime this weekend." A flood of relief washed over Arnold at the wondrous news of his check being covered by Rhonda. He smiled up at the waitress and nodded after thanking her and watched her walk away.
"What was that about?" Helga asked as she pointed over to the waitress.
"It was about me owing Rhonda." He said as he slipped the check into his back pocket. He stood up and offered Helga his hand, and she took it with a warm smile. Their gazes locked as he held both her hands in his, and before he could stop himself, he was being pulled in by his strong desire to kiss her again.
"Excuse me?" A voice called from behind them. Arnold snapped back to reality and looked over his shoulder to the woman holding a camera and smiling at them. "Care for a picture?"
Arnold looked over to Helga, who shrugged in agreement and stepped around him and then into his side. "I know it will be impossible, but try and get all of this woman's beauty in the shot?"
The waitress raised her brow and lifted the camera. "Someone looking to get lucky…" She said under her breath, but not under enough, as Helga seemed to hear her.
"You've no idea," She replied in a low, sultry voice.
"Alright, smile!" The woman said behind the camera. The camera flashed and the woman lowered it and studied the picture for a minute. "You two look so great together." She walked forward and turned the camera around for them to see the picture. With Arnold wearing his usual half lidded gaze, and soft smirk, and Helga showing a bright, toothy smile as she had her hand against his chest, and curling into the arm that was around her shoulders, Arnold had to admit that they did fit together pretty good. "You can pick it up at the front in a minute or two."
They thanked her and slowly walked to the front and picked up their picture, then headed outside. The sun had long since set, and the unseasonal lights that were hanging from the trees illuminated the street in bright light, and Arnold noticed from her body language that Helga was chilly, and slipped his sports coat off his shoulders and onto hers. She gazed back into his eyes and placed a hand on top of his that was lingering atop of her shoulders. "You wanna head back?" He asked softly.
She turned around and pushed up to plant a very light kiss on his lips, just barely touching, sort of teasing, that made him struggle not to yank her forward and devour her right there in the sidewalk. "Yes." She whispered with her lips just off of his.
The drive was made back in anxious silence, as Arnold drove a little bit about the speed limit to get back to campus. Once out of the car, and on the way to her dorm room, she handed his jacket back to him, and cocked her brow upward in a devilish smile and he slipped it on. Once at her door she turned around and laid both hands on his chest. "Hey Arnold?"
"Yes Helga?"
"Do you remember… when I said that I'd give anything to relive that night, three years ago?" She asked, just asking him to recall when she said it.
"I do." He said simply as her stare quickly turned dark and lustful, and felt her scrunch his shirt in her hands. A nervous shiver swept through him as her dark eyes bore into him.
"I will give you… one thing." She said darkly.
He gulped and spoke past his erratic breath. "What's that?"
"To the count of three, to shut up and make it happen." She tugged him forward slightly, and raised an eye brow. "One…" He saw her eyes grow wide as he felt his own stare grow predatory and lustful. She latched onto one of his lapels and narrowed her vision up at him. "Two…"
He launched forward, and crashed their lips together in a searing kiss that shook loose a moan from Helga when he pushed her up against her door by wanting hands that were tightly gripping her hips. After she physically couldn't pull him forward by tugging on his shirt anymore, she flung her arms around his shoulders and pressed him against her. Feeling her heel wrap around his calf, he grabbed onto her thigh and pulled it up to his waist, while her opposite leg joined it and jumped up to fully wrap around him, supported by his center pressing her into her door. Sliding the silky material of her dress down her long legs, he blindly searched for the door knob, remembering only for a second that they were still in the hall, and turned the knob to have the door slam open against their combined weight, making both of them let out a heavy grunt. His lips now sought out her neck, gently nipping at her pulse point, then smoothing it over with his tongue. He could feel her pulse race as he ran his tongue across it for the first time, as he moved his hands up her back and over her shoulders.
Before he could react, she pushed against him, turning him around and slamming him against the wall that he just had her mercilessly pinned against. He took the opportunity to fling the door shut as he looked down at Helga and saw her panting, with a very hungry looking her eyes, looking like a lion who had just been let out of its cage, as she forced herself against him, grabbing onto his lapels again and pressing him into the wall, attacking his lips with fervor as her tongue delve into his mouth. She pulled back, and pulled him along with her and brought him off the wall, and then was pushing him backwards towards her bed.
He slammed down onto her mattress, with her along with him, as her lips worked along his neck. He scrambled to get to the center of the bed and she crawled along with him until she was straddling him, lips very swollen and looking just plain sexy. He ran his hands along the thighs framing his waist, as she pressed him down into her bed with firm hands on his chest. She leaned down until she was mere inches away from his lips and whispered, "You have no idea what you got yourself into."
He chuckled and buried his hand in her tangles of hair and kissed her hard and flipped them, having her let out a yelp of surprise when their positions were suddenly being shifted. He pinned her hands above on either side of her head and whispered, "Neither do you."
She raised her brow again and Arnold felt her leg ride up his side again. "You talk a big game, think you can still keep up?"
He chuckled again. "Helga, I've been sexually frustrated for the past three years, okay, so one of us is going to wake up sore in the morning."
Her eyes widened in anticipation and he smiled and kissed her again. She pushed his coat off his shoulders and shook it off the rest of the way, sending it to the ground. She moaned into his mouth and sent him on his back again as she feverishly worked at the buttons of his dress shirt. She freed half the buttons then her lips were at his chest until his shirt was completely open and her hands were selfishly running themselves along his entire front side.
He brought her up to his lips again and leaned up and divested himself of his shirt, sending it to the floor. She framed his face with her hands and let his own roam to her back to unhook the top of her dress and slowly bring the zipper down. With her back exposed, he pressed his hand up against the naked flesh and pressed her into him. She let out a shuttering breath against his mouth as he continued to explore the naked skin with his hands.
She slipped her arms out of the dress and snaked them around his neck. He felt the dress puddle around her waist and reached around to unhook her bra, only to find her back bare. He moaned in surprise and spoke against her lips. "You weren't wearing a bra the entire night?"
She giggled right before kissing him again. "Didn't want there to be any unnecessary barriers."
He groaned as he flipped them over again, and flung her dress to the floor, latching his lips onto her breast, having her back arch into him. Her hands started to possessively roam his back, her nails scraping their way down his spine, making him shiver at her touch. As he kneaded and molded her breast unoccupied by his mouth, she called out to him softly, almost whimpering. "Arnold," she moved her hands from his back, up to his neck, and pulled him back up to her lips.
Their lips moved together sweetly, and slowly, unhurried. He heard Helga whimper slightly underneath him, as she kissed him for a long moment, before she released his lips, and cradled his jaw with her hands. "I've missed you so much, Arnold. So much…"
He gently reached up and cupped her cheek, kissed her lightly on the lips before whispering back, "I'm right here, Helga. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
He heard her let out a sob, just before she kissed him again. "I'm so sorry for leaving you, Arnold."
He placed his fingers over her lips and shushed her, and then pulled back to look into her tear filled eyes. "We're here now, and that's all that matters." She smiled brightly and let out a chuckle laced with tears of joy, placed her hand on his cheek and pulled him back to her lips. They turned over and her hands now made their way down his chest, scraping her nails as she went, and then wrapped around his belt, just before he felt it slacken around his waist, then felt it being ripped from its loops on his pants, then heard it clatter to the floor. His hands couldn't seem to get enough of her, with one being buried in the soft and messy tangles of her hair, the other running its fingers down the dip of her spine.
He was too busy reviling in how soft her skin felt that he didn't notice that his pants were now unbuttoned and she was fruitlessly trying to push them down his legs. He flipped them over again and then she was finally able to push them down his legs until the only layer left between them was their underwear. In an attempt to remedy this, he kept one hand wrapped around her shoulder, supporting his weight on his forearm, while the other ran along her toned stomach and then down to her hip until he could wrap his index finger around the small cloth fabric of her underwear.
She pressed up her hips into his when he began to slide them down her legs. He quickly slid the fabric off her the rest of the way, leaving her legs hanging in the air slightly. He looked back, admiring how they seemed to stretched up to the heavens. He sat back as her legs fell back down to the bed, and took in the full view of this gorgeous woman lying naked next to him. He climbed over and positioned himself over her, and looked into her glazed over eyes, "I'll never get over how beautiful you are, Helga."
As her eyes sparkled up at him, she nodded off shyly and he chuckled. "Arnold,"
"Hmm?"
"I don't mean to sound impatient, but can you please lose the boxers, because if you want them back in one piece, you're going to have to do it yourself." He laughed and practically tossed his boxers off as they landed on the floor. He repositioned himself above her and then raised a mischievous eyebrow, as he walked his fingers down her abdomen until they were right above her core. He gently placed his two fingers against her and watched as her eye lids fluttered closed. He started by rubbing gentle, yet steady circle around her and felt that she was already quite wet. "I didn't realize you were so anxious." He whispered into her ear.
She wrapped her around his shoulders and moaned before she spoke in reply. "You're not the only one who's been sexually frustrated."
He laughed and kissed her lightly below her ear, just before he delve two fingers into her already soaked folds. She arched into him, and feeling her breast press against his bare chest, it caused him to groan as he pumped his fingers into her at a steady pace. Her breathing turned heavy as her hips moved against his hand. "Arnold…" She moaned into his ear again. "Please…"
He removed his fingers and then placed himself at her entrance, being encouraged to enter by her legs being wrapped around him. He let out a heavy breath, just before he slowly thrust forward. She gasped in surprise and dug her nails into his shoulders. Suddenly, he was back at the Lloyd mansion, in one of the many guest bedrooms, pressing her into the softness of the mattress, all the while losing himself of the complete softness of her.
Letting out a sharp exhale, she moved her hips against his, as he slowly pulled out of her, only to slowly press back in. He placed a light kiss on her shoulder and set a slow pace, each being met with a sharp inhale, her breathing matching the pace of their long overdue sexual dance.
She let out a groan and flipped them over. Her hands laid flat on his pecks, as she ground down onto him. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, and Arnold could barely contain himself at the sight of her long blonde locks flowing effortlessly over her shoulders. As she moved back and forth against his pelvis in an agonizingly slow rhythm, she felt him grab onto both his wrists and place his hands against her breasts, and moved his hands around in a circular motion. As Helga's motions got more forceful, Arnold quickly sat up, and crashed his lips against hers, keeping one hand on her breast, the other behind him, keeping him upright, she buried her hands into his hair and kept him pinned against her lips. He pressed up against her, and flipped them over again, and buried himself as far as he could into her, forcing her to wrap her arms around his neck, along with her legs being wrapped around his waist, as the pace kept speeding up rapidly.
As Arnold kept relentlessly pushing into her, her grip on his neck and his waist tightened with each thrust, as if she was holding on for dear life. He could feel her breath grow erratic, as her inner muscles began to flutter around him. "Oh Arnold, Arnold…" She said his name like a prayer, and he let out a guttural moan, as her voice squeaked slightly when he shifted the angle of his thrusts.
The feeling of their sweat slicked skin sliding together, the heavy, musky scent of their sex in the air, the taste of her skin on his tongue, the sound of her angelic voice piercing his ears as she called out his name, his senses were completely overloaded with everything that was happening, and it was too much for him to handle, and all he could focus on was how her muscles were currently wrapping and fluttering around him in a way he didn't think possible. He felt he should warn her, because he could only hold back for so long before he finally broke down. "Helga…" He struggled to call out to her.
Suddenly, he felt her muscles squeeze him, at the same time, hearing his name fall from her lips louder than it had before. He struggled to maintain a steady pace as he felt his body stiffen, and the pace go off tempo, and his steady thrust go off kilter. With a few more sloppy thrusts, he began to see flashes of color behind his eye lids. He thrust once more before he felt the barrier finally break as he spilled into her.
He let every muscle in his body relax as his breathing turned heavy. He could barely keep his weight off his elbows to keep from crushing her, so he used every single fiber he had left to push off and roll to the side. He hit the mattress with a heavy thud, and laid there, panting heavily, reveling in just how amazing it felt to finally be with her again, and just how equally amazing it felt just to have her here with him. "Helga…" He called out to her between breaths.
"Yeah…" She replied between her own heavy panting.
"I… I never got a chance before… to tell you… just how amazing you are at this."
She chuckled and rolled over to him, placing her head on his chest, and laying her arm across his abdomen. "You can tell me again in the morning."
While his arms felt like jelly, he found enough strength to raise his hand and brush a few strands of hair behind her ear, and cup her face. "So you'll be here?" He didn't mean for his voice to sound as shaky as it did, but he couldn't shake the overwhelming fear that he would relive that horrible morning of waking up alone.
She leaned up and pressed her lips to his in a long, sweet kiss. "I promise." He slid his arm around her shoulders and she laid her head back down against his chest and wrapped her leg around his, effectively wrapping herself around him as her breathing evened out, along with his own. She pressed her lips to his chest once more before whispering to him again. "I won't leave you again, Arnold."
Arnold kissed her hair and just before he felt his eye lids getting heavy. "You won't be getting away from me without a fight, Helga." He listened as her breaths came in a steady tempo, and he felt her body grow heavy against him. Taking a chance that she was asleep, he gave into temptation and said the words that he longed to say since he was sure of it. He pressed his lips into her hair again, and whispered, "I love you, Helga."
In response, she tightened her grip on him let out a soft moan, as if in acceptance to his declaration.
A/N: Long one, huh? Personally, I am quite please with this chapter, and the next one as well. However the next chapter is less than half the length of this one. But please REVIEW ON BOTH!