Chapter 10: Chew-mo Wrestling
It was Monday morning, the start of a new work week for both of them. Arnold set off the alarm, expecting to have a hard time waking Helga up. Instead, he saw her already lifting the covers off herself.
"Morning, how'd you sleep?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Fine I guess. I get to start program planning with Mark today. Hopefully, he found some useful information to use against Matt." she replied, getting up to go through their closet.
"Would you like me to make you some breakfast?" he offered, scratching the back of his head.
"Nah, I'll just have some cereal. No offense, but grilled cheese isn't what I'm in the mood for at seven a.m."
Even with his optimistic attitude and ability to make the best of a bad situation, he couldn't disagree with her on that.
"I guess I can understand that. I'll go ahead and get up too." he sighed, watching her roll her eyes at him.
"You better, unless you want Dr. Bliss writing 'Irresponsible Intern' on your resume." she said, pointing a finger a him.
Watching her walk into the kitchen, he thought to himself Well, she seems to be her usual witty self. I guess I have nothing to worry about?
Entering the kitchen, after taking his normal twenty minutes to get ready, he found her shoveling down her cereal with a napkin placed over her suit. As if she needed a bib.
Helga lifted her head after taking the last few bites to see him snickering in her direction.
"What's so funny Arnoldo?"
"You're never going to learn to eat properly are you?"
"So what if I'm not? At least I don't have to worry about getting my shirt dirty! How about a little 'emotional support.' Sheesh!" she exclaimed, dropping her bowl in the sink.
"Whatever, you say Helga." he replied, shaking his head, watching her wipe her face with her napkin/bib.
"Well, I guess I should get going. See what this program thingy is all about." she sighed.
Before letting her walk away, he pulled her in to kiss her. Knowing she had to get going, he still had a hard time letting her go. When she felt him placing his hand behind her hand, as if he was about to take her hair down, she pushed him off of her. "Sheesh Arnoldo! Do you not know how hard it was to get it up like this?!"
He began to blush, rubbing the back of his neck as he replied. "Sorry Helga, have a good day."
"Yeah, yeah. You too." she said, leaving him.
After watching her leave, he looked at his watch. I guess I should get going too. I can't forget my book!
Racing out the door, he saw Helga talking to Jason.
"Good morning Arnold. I was just telling Helga I'm sorry she missed our cooking lesson." Jason said, as Helga began to blush.
Knowing Helga wouldn't appreciate the embarrassment of being called out on why she didn't join them, Arnold came up with another excuse. "Yeah, but we still got our practice in. Last night our friends asked us to back them some brownies, so we went over to my grandparents again to make them."
A sigh of relief went through Helga's mind, knowing she could always count on her beloved to look out for her.
"You seem to enjoy using their kitchen more than your own." Jason couldn't help but find odd, considering they had their own new apartment.
Arnold began to rub his neck, knowing that must have made them look a bit kiddish. "It's just…" he began, before his wife bluntly interrupted.
"That his lunatic grandmother owns as many cooking necessities as she does costumes to go with them! Despite the crazy performances we may have to risk witnessing when we're there, it makes up for any shopping or cooking at our own place would require."
Jason's eyes widened at her remark, looking back at Arnold. "Uhh what she said."
"Oh, well should we just start having lessons over there then?" he anxiously asked, as Helga thought to herself…
For crying out loud, it's Monday morning! Why is this guy already planning what's for dinner Saturday, and where we should be eating it? Sheesh!
"I'll talk to my grandparents and let you know. I'm warning you though, whatever we make, my grandpa will want us to make enough for him." Arnold insisted, while noticing Helga walking off.
Jason couldn't help but laugh at the remark as he replied "Haha no problem. You ready to get going?"
"Uhh, I'll catch up with you. I just want to say goodbye to Helga." Arnold said, racing after her.
Looking in the opposite direction, Helga heard her name being anxiously called, as though something urgent had come up. She turned around to see Arnold having to halt himself to prevent falling, when making it two inches from her.
"Sheesh football head, what's the problem? We'll both be late at this rate?" she pointed out.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, having trouble making eye contact, he replied "I was just wondering why you didn't say goodbye to me?"
Helga rolled her eyes at her sensitive husband. "Because I said it to you in the apartment? Is my temporarily delusional 'don't ever leave me' attitude, that I will find Curly and kick his ass for, rubbing off on you as well?"
"Whatever you say Helga." he sighed, kissing her on the cheek. "Have a good day."
After watching him leave, she turned to sigh to herself.
Oh my beloved! So sweet and sensitive! Never letting my cruel, dark nature erase your caring feelings which have always been able to see past them. That have always known there is more to me than what you see!
Her head spun with a smile on her face all the way to her office. It was as if she had walked in automatically, paying no attention to the outside world, until she heard "Good morning Helga!"
"Huh? Oh hey Mark. How's it going?" she asked, happy to no longer be feeling nervous around him or Jason.
"Not bad. Jason and I spent the weekend going over his psychology notes to prepare him for his training this week."
A confused look formed on Helga's face. "Wait a minute. Does your roommate work for Dr. Bliss?"
Nodding his head, he replied "Yeah, how did you know?"
Rubbing her neck she replied "Uhh...I think he may be the same person my husband works with over there. He's also giving us cooking lessons."
This made Helga forget a moment about asking Mark for his help.
Meanwhile, Jason had just made it to Dr. Bliss' office with Arnold.
"So, you ready for our training week." he asked Arnold anxiously.
"As long as there aren't any pop quizzes." Arnold said with a nervous look, entering the building.
Jason laughed, walking down the hallway with his soon to be coworker. "Don't worry, I don't think she would do that to us."
The two then entered Dr. Bliss' office, seeing an excited look on her face. "Good morning boys! Did you finish reviewing the book I gave you?"
Arnold began to blush, knowing he didn't study it as much as he should have.
"Uhh yeah, I think I know it pretty well."
"Good, then we can start our training seminars and staff meetings this week."
Dr. Bliss then lead them to the room where their training took place with several other students. Jason and Arnold took a seat at a table near the front. There they listened to the teacher tell them the main topics they would be discussing for children.
Anger
Anxiety
Depression
Personality
Emotional Health
Intelligence
Arnold was easily able to compare each trait to Helga. The way she took her way she expressed herself through anger when they were kids. The way her anxiety built up every time someone became suspicious of her feelings for him. Watching how depressed she became every time she was reminded of the way her family neglected her. Seeing the way her split personality (anywhere from dominate to passionate) affected her lifestyle. Knowing that despite how well she may have appeared on the outside, that didn't mean she felt fine on the inside. Yet, despite the trauma all this put her through, she was the smartest, most intelligent person he'd ever had the honor of knowing.
While this was going through his mind, Mark was starting program planning with Helga.
"Program planning is basically outlining the events and activities your team members follow to reach a certain goal." Mark explained to her, as she sat back in her chair.
"So for instance, if I had been planning to get my friends together to work on an intense plan to kick my sister out of the country for good, that would be program planning?" she began, watching a concerned look on his face grow.
"Well, I suppose…"
"Or, if I was to bring all the lawyers in this place together to advise a plan to seek revenge on the class of fifth graders who threw my friends and I in the garbage in fourth grade, that would be program planning?" she continued
"I uhh guess that's relevant."
"Man oh man! This is gonna be sweet!" she exclaimed, leaning back in her chair.
While Helga was enjoying the power she was finally feeling her job may bring her, Arnold was starting his lunch break with Jason. "What did you think of our seminar?"
"It was interesting. It's actually cool how easily those topics can relate to people you know." Arnold admitted.
Jason nodded his head in agreement, knowing how he felt, based on his time spent at the homeless shelter.
"Yeah, I've seen and experienced several different personalities over the years. It's amazing what different lifestyles can do to change people." he replied, while this made Arnold think about the way Helga's relationship to him had helped show her sensitive side every now and then.
While the day was finishing up, Helga was considering asking Mark about his progress with Matt. It wasn't necessary however when she heard him say "By the way, I did some research about any laws that would be helpful defending you and Arnold. I think I may have found a few."
Helga's eyes lit up at these words, until she continued to listen.
"They're very technical however, which means we'll have to review every detail that happened to you and Arnold. We can get into that later though. Enjoy the rest of your day."
Helga walked out thinking to herself at least there's SOME hope for us. I guess Matt hasn't exactly tried anything yet, so it's not like there's anything to freak out about.
As their day was ending, Arnold said to Jason "That wasn't so bad. At least now we know what to expect the rest of the week."
"Yeah, since we haven't started anything big yet, just let me know when you want my roommate and I to come over. You know, to help you out with that lawsuit."
Arnold rubbed his neck, hoping that would be okay with Helga. She seemed fine now that they both knew the cause behind her mental trauma the past week. He could never be sure when it came to her ability to flip back and forth with her emotions however. "Uhhh sounds good. Thanks."
The two then walked in separate directions. Arnold was anxious to get home and hear about Helga's day, hoping this week would be more fun for her than the last.
He walked into the apartment expecting to see her on the couch in the living room. Instead, he heard something in the kitchen. Walking in, he saw her boiling water on the stove.
"Are you actually cooking?"
Nearly spilling the noodles she was dumping into the pot, she turned to shout "Sheesh football head! Don't scare me like that!"
"Sorry. I just didn't expect to see you cooking?" he replied, scratching his head.
"It's easy mac! I would hardly consider that cooking." she replied, rolling her eyes.
Rolling his eyes at her remark, he went over to hug her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he rubbed his face against hers, squeezing her tight. "How was your day?"
"Eh, it was okay. Mark taught me a few things about program planning. He also said he's been researching laws to use against Matt." she replied.
"Maybe you should work on becoming a lawyer instead of president." Arnold suggested, seeing her cock her brow.
"Pttss...are you crazy?! Why sue someone if I could have them kicked out of the country?!" she scowled.
"Whatever you say Helga. You may want to turn down the water. That pasta's not as easy as the box makes it sound." he laughed, seeing her glare at him.
"Oh, what do you know Arnoldo!" she scowled.
Grabbing her, pulling her closer, he said "I know I'm hungry, just not for that."
Feeling her knees weaken, she said "Yeah well, it's going to have to wait. I haven't eaten since breakfast. Plus, you didn't exactly share that brownie with me last night."
Watching her take the pasta off the stove, he said "I think your greedy attitude rubbed off on me a bit."
"Zip it hairboy! Or I REALLY won't share this with you!" she scowled, mixing in the cheese with the pasta.
Taking a seat with her at the table, he gazed at her with his dreamy smile and half lidded eyes. "That's okay, I can wait."
Rolling her eyes, shoveling her food in her mouth, she asked "So, what fun thing did you do today?"
He then sat up to explain "We started our training seminars today. Basically just talking about the different personality traits therapists see kids for."
Munching on her noodles, not looking up from her bowl, she replied "Yeah, I can relate to that."
Smiling at her once more, thinking back to his thoughts at the seminar, he said "I'm sure you could."
Looking up to cock her brow at him, she asked "What's that supposed to mean?"
Not afraid of her offended look, he said "It means you possess several different interesting qualities. None of which have held you back in life, which is a very admirable thing."
Trying not to blush, she stood up to place her bowl in the sink. "Well, I'm going to go brush my teeth. Mark and I had quite an 'interesting' day." she said, watching Arnold's face drop.
"I'm just joking football head! Sheesh!" she scowled, heading for the bathroom. Arnold felt a bit embarrassed for falling for that, but it didn't stop him from feeling how heavy it made his heart beat in that short amount of time.
As Helga stood in the bathroom brushing her teeth, she couldn't help but smile at the look those words brought to Arnold's face. It was always so comforting to know someone cared for her that much. Yet, while her bad attitude rubbed off on him from time to time, his guilt rubbed off on her. She needed the reassurance he still felt that way about her after the way her split personality dragged him in all sorts of directions.
Leaving the bathroom, she saw him lying on the bed, waiting for her. Looking at her with her pink sweat pants and white tank top, he asked "So, am I allowed to play with your hair now, or are you still concerned about how hard it was to get it up?"
Rolling her eyes at him, she shoved him over. Barely budging him, he pulled her onto him. Pulling out her clip, he ran his fingers through her hair, watching it fall down the side of her face. Gazing into her deep blue eyes that called out to him, his chest began to breathe heavily as he said "You really scared me!"
Cocking her brow at him, she said "Oh please! Like you said, I was so paranoid about not having known what happened party night, I called myself weak; begging you not to leave me. What makes you think I would do something like that?"
Squeezing her arms tight, knowing he was risking sending her mind on another crazy ride of second guessing, he replied "Because you spent a week questioning whether or not we were meant to be together!"
Gulping at the fear she brought to him, she replied "Hey! Blame our zoo lovin', drink switchin', face paintin' freakazoid classmate!"
Not receiving a response from him, she continued to stare into what appeared to be pleading eyes. She had asked him never to leave her. Now his eyes were sending her the same message. "I'm sorry Arnold. I didn't mean to scare you."
Not caring to respond, he pulled her lips to meet his. Putting his hand behind her head, he pressed their mouths together tight in the same way he recalled her doing the night she confessed her love for him. Her eyes widened at the feel of his grip on her tongue. It was as if he thought he could remove it from her.
Hearing her moan, he moved his hands to her waist, slowly moving them up her tank top. He loved the way the touch of his hands sent chills through her every time. The thought of anyone else capable of bringing that type of pleasure to her was unbearable. Making their way to her breasts, his hands felt her no longer breathing; as though the touch of them made her heart skip and occasional beat.
Flipping them over, he began to rub their parts together. Helga wrapped her arms around his neck, shocked at how long he was continuing his aggressive tongue play. Hearing her moan, he began to spread his legs across her lower area. Deciding to give her a breath, he sat up to pull off his shirt. She laid there trembling at the sight of his smooth, broad chest that had met hers many times.
Pulling her up with him, he removed her white silk tank top. Leaning his head against hers, lacing their fingers together, he whispered "I can't decide if you're sweeter with or without chocolate."
Helga then swooned while a lovesick smile came to her face. Unhooking her bra, he began to lay her down. Rubbing her breasts, listening to her moan, he began to kiss her neck. Leading a trail of kisses down towards her chest, he listened to her say "When's Geraldo coming by for HIS dessert?"
Smiling back up at her, he replied "I don't know. I haven't talked to him today."
"Well if he doesn't pick them up tonight, they're mine!" she exclaimed, as Arnold began to pull her pants off.
"I'd text him now to pick them up, but I don't know what he'd do if he walked in on another of our intimate moments." he laughed, seeing Helga roll her eyes.
"Don't remind me of that! I can't believe that stupid drink didn't erase THAT memory! Sheesh!" she scowled. Seeing him shake his head, her tension was suddenly released as she felt him run his hands up her sides. Her eyes stayed focused on his, while his hands moved up and down her trembling body.
"I wouldn't want any of our memories erased." he said, removing her last article of clothing.
"You've never had a reputation to care about." she countered, watching him roll his eyes.
"I thought one of your vows was to forget about that?" he reminded her, bending down to kiss her lower area.
Feeling his mouth send kiss after kiss there made her forget about any excuse she may have had ready for that question. Having his soft lips press against such a sensitive area, reminded her of how vulnerable she could be. A tingling sensation grew inside her each time she felt him. So much so, eventually all it took was seeing his mouth reach for that area, as opposed to meeting it.
Sitting up to remove his own pants, he saw a familiar look on her face…
Oh Arnold! Your sweet lips against my soft skin. Your warm breath against my trembling body. Your loving smile has always made my life worthwhile.
Her thoughts were soon interrupted by the sweet lips she was fantasizing about once they met hers. Feeling him massage her breasts with his lips pressed against hers, she heard him whisper "Were you thinking what I think you were thinking?"
She slowly opened her eyes, feeling her cheeks turn pink. Watching him take his lips off hers, she replied "What do you think?"
Not taking his eyes off her, Arnold entered his member inside Helga. "I think you have the sweetest look on your face when you're daydreaming about 'ice cream' haha."
Helga would have glared had he not started rubbing her. Pressing back and forth, harder and harder, she panted heavier and heavier. Gripping the sheets, she moaned heavily while he hovered over her.
Slowing down, feeling his energy run slow, he bent over to whisper in her ear "Would you like a brownie?"
Her eyes slowly opened to see his weak smile and half lidded gaze. Holding a hand to his face, she replied "Nah, I'm fine with my ice cream."
He then laid down on top of her, trying to catch his breath. She stroked his hair gently, feeling him move up and down on top of her with every breath she let out. The two could have passed out from exhaustion and the comfort of being in each other's arms. Their happiness was interrupted however when Arnold heard his phone beep.
"Crimity! Can't you keep that thing on silent when we do this?" she exclaimed.
"I'm too busy keeping you on silent." he replied, finding the strength to lift his head. Kissing her gently several times, each one ending with a soft smacking noise.
Glancing over at the clock, Helga read it was five minutes to six. "Crimity! We've been going at it for almost two hours!"
"Alright, I'll check my phone now." he replied, giving her one last kiss.
Sitting up to check his phone, he read "Hey Arnold! Did Helga make those brownies?"
Helga sat up, seeing Arnold stare at his phone. "So, who's it from?" she asked.
"Gerald's wanting his brownies. Guess we should get dressed." he replied, scratching his head.
"I think he should have to bake me something!" she scowled, watching Arnold raise an eyebrow at her.
"Why is that?"
"We let him waste two hours of our lives by making us watch a low star rated movie in our new apartment!" she scowled.
"Whatever you say Helga." Arnold shook his head, standing to head for the kitchen.
Pulling the brownies out of the fridge, he said to his wife "If there's one thing I miss about the boarding house, it's all the time we spent sharing desserts together there...and I don't just mean the sexy kind."
Rolling her eyes with a hand on her waist, she scoffed "So eating is what you miss about your childhood home?"
Turning to face her with the tray, he corrected her "Almost every time we shared a dessert, we talked about our childhood. I learned more and more new things about you and your love for me."
Not knowing how to respond to that, she looked away, hoping he wouldn't notice her red cheeks. There wasn't much hope hiding it with the way he was approaching her. Turning her face towards his, leaning his head against hers, he said "We got married at a young age, so there are still plenty more new things for me to learn about you."
Just then a knock came to the door. Feeling Arnold pull his head away, she said "Guess it's time to let Geraldo have his repeat of class president training!"
Feeling her face, he replied "That's okay, I've got the main course in front of me."
"Not to mention the actual soon to be president!" Helga exclaimed, as the two went to answer the door.
Rolling his eyes at her remark, Arnold opened the door to see his best friend. "Hey Arnold! Those brownies better be as good as the movie!"
Crossing her arms, Helga smirked "Had I known that, I would have just used a hershey bar and an easy bake oven!"
"Whatever you say Helga." Gerald replied, taking the tray. "So, what do you have going on tomorrow?"
"Well, I've got more training seminars. Mark's probably going to be coming over to help us stay ahead of Matt. Then Jason wants to cook at the boarding house on Saturday." Arnold explained.
"More cooking. .mmm! Well, just make sure you learn more sweet desserts for the next bet you lose Pataki!" Gerald exclaimed, walking away with his sweets.
Arnold watched her clenching her fists, when turning to close the door. Placing his hands on them, he said "Let's order some pizza. I don't know about you, but our workout worked me up an appetite."
"Fine. Make sure to order some extra hot sauce to save for dumping on the next tray of brownies we make him!" she scowled.
"Whatever you say Helga." he replied, heading towards the phone.
Waiting for her husband to join her, Helga took a seat on the couch, picking up the remote. She leaned back, with her legs crossed, flipping through the channels. "Crimity! All the good shows come on during work hours!"
Walking back over to join her on the couch, Arnold said "It shouldn't be too long before the pizza arrives."
"About as long as it'll take for a bearable T.V. show to come on?!" she scowled, lifting her legs for him to sit underneath.
"Put it on the sports channel. Wrestling could be on." he suggested, watching her flip her way to it.
Rubbing her legs as they laid across his lap, he asked "What if it had been me you got left behind with on the fourth grade field trip to the chocolate factory? How much fun do you think we would have had at Wrestlemania together?"
Turning away from the TV to look at him, she cocked her brow. "Arnold, you would have been in the ring convincing those guys to make peace with one another! You're no fighter!"
"I must be to some extent if we're having to worry about Matt" he countered, continuing to rub her legs.
"Earth to Arnold! I'M the one who socked him! You threatened to snitch on him. I finished the threat by cleaning his clock!" she reminded him, while watching him roll his eyes. It was becoming more and more obvious what little effect her reputation had on him.
"Whatever you say Helga." he sighed, watching her turn to face the TV once again.
"Twenty bucks says The Giant beats Shinsuki!" Arnold said a moment later, keeping his eyes on the TV. Helga held in her laugh, not knowing what she found funnier, his bet, or him thinking he knew a thing or two about wrestling.
"Pttss...please! The Giant may be known for his backbreaking skills, but Shinsuki is known for his knowledge of the complete list of wrestling techniques!" Helga smirked.
"Such as?" Arnold wondered, leaning an arm over the back of the couch, turning to give her his full attention.
Helga sat herself up, as if she had been ready for this moment. "Where should we start? Attacks, throws, holds, aerials, double-teams?"
"Uhh...are those the moves themselves?" he asked, scratching his head.
Rolling her eyes, shaking her head, she replied "You are such a football head! You would 'literally' be thrown around the ring in an instant!"
"Well as a psychology trainee, I'm not exactly expected to support violence." Arnold smiled, grabbing her hand.
"As a government intern, I am more than expected to encourage it!" she exclaimed, pointing a finger at him.
Grabbing her other hand, he pulled her closer to his face. "Well, I guess we did agree before getting married to let you be in charge of the relationship."
"Which would mean letting go of me!" she scowled.
"How can I support your approval of violence if I do that?" he asked, leaning his head against hers. He could hear a small gulp leave her throat. His fake dark side was the only thing capable of revealing her hidden soft side.
Watching what were still her wide eyes fixated on his half lidded eyes, he whispered "Violence only solves one thing...getting you to open up to me."
Their lips were ready to meet when they heard
KNOCK KNOCK!
Arnold got up to answer the door, while Helga turned her attention back towards the TV.
Bringing the pizza in, seeing she had once again taken advantage of the couch, he asked "So, do I not get to sit and eat?"
"Get me a soda, you'll get a seat." Helga smirked, watching him roll his eyes at her.
Pulling some yahoos out of the fridge, he heard "Bullseye!"
"What was that about?" Arnold asked, bringing her back a soda, while she cleared a space for him on the couch.
"Shinsuki just drop kicked The Giant's ass!" she screamed with a mouth full of pizza.
Reaching for a slice, he replied "I don't know why I would care, but what exactly does that mean?"
"For crying out loud! You made sure to help Wittenburg with every moral sports dilemma he may be going through when we were kids, but you never bothered to watch a wrestling match. Sheesh!" she exclaimed, reaching for her drink.
Rolling his eyes, he sighed "Apparently not, so are you going to tell me?"
"It's when the attacker jumps and kicks the opponent with the soles of both his feet. Much like I should have done to you lame-o cousin when he planted a move on me a few months ago!" she scowled, sending a shiver through Arnold's body.
"Yeah, I try not to think about that."
"Well, if you watched shows like these, you'd know how to handle your 'opponent' in situations like that." she insisted, watching him roll his eyes.
"I'm not going to dropkick someone Helga...no matter how mad they make me."
Finishing her pizza, she replied "Fine, you're not an attacker. I think I knew that already. You're more the 'holds' type."
"What is that?" he wondered, raising his eyebrow at her.
Shoving what was left of the food aside, she turned to face him. "It means you like to pin people down. Although, your reasons seem to be more emotional than hostile."
Arnold then lowered the television, not caring how it might upset her. "I think you might be right."
"Pttss...what do you mean MIGHT be? I'm the leader in this duo!" she exclaimed, watching him move closer.
"Yet, I seem to be the one doing all the 'work' around here." he said, running his fingers through her hair.
"If you're really that desperate for attention, why didn't you just say so? Sheesh!" she exclaimed, leaving the couch.
Arnold watched her walk away, wondering what he would be seeing her return with. A moment later, she was standing in front of him with her hands behind her back. "Close your eyes." she demanded, while he sat there having a good idea of what she was about to do to him.
His thought was then interrupted when he felt something cold smeared all across his face. He opened his eyes to see Helga wearing a wide grin while wiping a brownie she had saved all across his lips.
"You know the drill. When a new game is made up, I always get my turn!" she explained, watching him lay there with chocolate smeared around his lips.
"Whatever you say Helga." he sighed, watching her with his half lidded eyes. She sat beside him, covering his lips with her own. The chocolate was no longer creamy as though it had just been made, but stiff like a cake substance. Rather than being able to lick it off, she chewed all around his lips. Nibbling on them, sucking occasionally, eating as though he was part of the brownie.
Arnold sat there while she held his face, enjoying the feel of her lips, even her teeth, against his face. The occasional swipe of her tongue, making sure to clear away any remaining crumbs. Feeling her suck excessively on the stubborn bits that wouldn't remove themselves from his skin. His body trembled at the feel of her enjoying each part of his lips. As if she was wishing his face would never run out of chocolate.
When she finally did remove the last of the sweet sensation from his mouth, she heard him ask "If that was a wrestling move, what do you think they would call it?"
"Well, since it requires two people, probably 'Chew-mo wrestling!' she smirked.
"Whatever you say Helga. Let's get some sleep." he smiled, helping her up from the couch.