Chapter 23

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Helga's perspective (This chapter contains lemons, I will give a warning before it starts)

The moment the door was locked behind them, Helga found herself up against the wall, Arnold's body pressed against her's. "Sorry, sorry, oh my gosh. I forgot about your arm." He said, pushing off of her.

"It's fine, it's fine." She pulled him back against her, pulling his hips back to her as she pulled on his belt loop. "I only have to wear the sling when I'm feeling shoulder soreness and I was earlier, but now I'm not." She threw the sling to the ground. "But I do have to keep this on for a few more weeks, so I hope that won't bother you." She shook her wrist brace, staring up at him with a smirk.

"Not a problem at all." He smiled down at her, leaning down to recapture her mouth, and pressing his chest to hers as his hands traced her waist and landing on her hips. They kissed as if it was something they'd been doing forever, exploring each other's mouths, Helga's fingers traced the skin of Arnold's sides as she slipped her hands under the corners of his shirt, the feeling of his soft skin mixed with his increasingly firm grip on her hips sent goosebumps down her spine. Helga found herself lost in the moment, she almost wanted to pinch herself, she was kissing Arnold and it was amazing. Part of her wondered if she was dreaming, but the closer they got, the most she realized that maybe they really did feel the same way about each other. She pulled back for a moment, glancing around the room. The room was filled with moonlight pouring in from floor to ceiling windows, leading out to the juliet balcony, there was a large canopy bed covered with throw pillows, and the nightstands were covered with unlit candles. "Geez, how many guest bedrooms do they have in this house?" Helga chuckled between kisses, "Why don't we get a little comfortable?" She took his hand, leading him towards the bed.

"If you're sure?" He spoke cautiously, clearly weary of making Helga feel uncomfortable, he sad on the edge of the bed. "I'm not going to lie...there's a lot of things I'd like to do with you right now." He scratched the back of his neck and Helga could see the blush fill his cheeks in the moonlight.

"I think we deserve to have a little fun after all the crap we've been through?" She raised an eyebrow. "I am," she approached Arnold, straddling him, "ready to finally do a little bit of what I've wanted to do to you for years." She took her hand, placing it to his chest, laying him back on the bed. "Just let me know if I get a little over zealous, I don't want to scare you off."

"You could never scare me off…" He said as he reached up, pulling her down and pressing her chest back to his. They're kissing became more intense as Helga's hips pressed against his, her lips left his mouth, trailing kisses down his jaw and neck, she placed her hand under the corner of his shirt, tugging on it, signaling to him to take it off. He sat up swiftly, taking his shirt off.

"Damn Arnold, I mean I knew you worked out, but how did this happen?" Helga laughed nervously, placing her hands on his chest, and taking in his toned abs. She returned to kissing his neck, earning a low moan from Arnold, she could feel him growing against her, her skirt inching up her waist the harder she grinded against him. Helga wondered why Arnold wasn't as brazen as she was. "Arnold...is something wrong? Am I making you uncomfortable?" She pulled back.

"I, uh.." Arnold sat up, the moonlight from the adjacent window shown across his face.

"Yeah?" Helga rolled onto her side, facing him, confusion washed over her face.

"I don't think I can do this until I tell you something." He sighed.

"What?" She panicked, wondering what could be holding him back. Doubt momentarily washed over her.

"I need to apologize for being so dense. For taking this long to realize how I felt about you." He paused, trying to connect the thoughts in his head.

"When…" Helga's mind started spinning wondering if she was taking this too fast. She wondered if he was only rebounding from Lila onto her. "...did you realize you had feelings for me?" She stared up at him, hopeful his answer didn't leave her unsure.

"I don't know. I think part of me always had feelings for you. I thought you were pretty the moment I met you when we were in preschool. Then you would be mean to me and I would shake off anything I felt for you because why would I like a girl that hated me? And yet...I tried so hard to keep you in my life. When Lila entered the picture when we were kids she seemed like the type of girl I should like, but I never knew her and still don't feel like I did. When we became best friends, I had something I never had. You're this person who just gets me. You know? It sounds cliché, but I could spend everyday with you and never get sick of you. Even when you kissed me back in the summer after fourth grade. I felt something, but I couldn't accept it because you were you and I was me. I guess when you started dating Dallas and distanced yourself from me, it hit me like a ton of bricks." He avoided her gaze, clearly wrestling with the past.

"How so?" Helga was entranced by his explanation. Cautiously hanging on his every word.

"The moment I saw you talking to him on the first day of school, I got this pit in my stomach. It started out me feeling like I was just losing my best friend. Then the thought of him touching you made my skin crawl. Then I had a thought that if anyone's going to touch Helga it's going to be me. Which made me like oh shit…" He rambled "...then Gerald asked me if I was in love with you because I couldn't stop talking about you. In that moment...I feel like a real dumb ass for not realizing it sooner. I could have saved you from Dallas and I'm so sorry." He puttered out, his face twisting with shame.

"Arnold. Come on. You couldn't have saved me from Dallas. I needed to do that on my own. I needed to know I could be strong on my own and I am. I'm strong as hell. I guess I'm just having a hard time believing that I'm not just a rebound from Lila." She sighed.

"Helga." He stared down at her, eyebrow raised. "I've never felt the way I do about you for anyone else. I'm miserably failing at this. You're the smartest, strongest, sexiest, and most confident girl I've ever met. I was with Lila because I thought she was the girl I was supposed to be with and I was dumb. It's always been you and I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner." He looked defeated.

"I love you, Arnold." She lifted up his chin, meeting his gaze, wanting to diffuse any negative feelings he had. She bridged the gap between them, capturing his mouth. "I have a feeling that everything that's happened between us was meant to happen. We have all the time in the world to rehash the past, but I think we should focus on a little here and now." Her reassuring kiss escalated as she pulled Arnold back down. He had a new fire about him as he kissed her back. His hands eagerly exploring her body, she could tell he was finally letting his walls down, letting go of feeling like she was something fragile he failed to protect. His finger traced the curve of her hips as

*WARNING: LEMONS START HERE*

"I love you too, Helga" He whispered against her kiss.

"You can do whatever you want to me, Arnold. Whatever you want." Seduction filled her voice. In this moment, she knew she was ready to take that step with Arnold. "Well you know within reason." She laughed.

"Helga, I'm still a virgin...and I just want to live up to your expectations." He frowned "But to be clear, I do really want to have sex with you. Like a lot. Very much." He blushed.

"You're a virgin?" Helga was stunned. She was sure he'd had sex with Lila.

"Yeah…" He said sheepishly.

"I'm a virgin too? What made you think I wasn't." She smiled, lightening the mood, delighted that her and Arnold would get to experience this together.

"What? I was sure you'd had sex with Dallas." He perked up.

"Nope...because he wasn't you, football head." She winked at him before bringing her mouth back to his neck. "I don't think you understand how long I've wanted to do this to you." She whispered between kisses. She grinded against him, flicking her tongue down his neck, and feeling her way up his chest. He pulled back and her heart sank, wondering if she'd done something wrong.

"Now, Helga. I think you're being a little unfair." He whispered and she cocked her head at him wondering what he was getting at. "One of us has on more clothes than the other." He raised his eyebrows at her seductively. She stared down at him as she slowly pulled her turtle neck up over her head, revealing a sheer pink lace bra with scalloped edges. Arnold sat up, wrapping his arms around her bare waist, kissing her passionately. She could feel him growing against her panties as her skirt inched up her waist the harder she grinded against him. His lips left her mouth, trailing kisses down her neck, his hand traveled up her chest, feeling her over her bra, causing Helga to let out a soft moan. His mouth worked its way down her chest and stopped as he kissed the edges of her bra. "Is this ok?"

"Remember what I said, football head? Anything…" She reached behind her, unhooked her bra, letting it fall in front of him, revealing her perky but large D cups she'd inherited from the women in her family, she felt a wave of nerves wash over her, wondering if they would be too much for him, "...you want." He took her in for a moment.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" He whispered, kissing her neck, his hand grasping her breasts, squeezing them as he rolled her nipples in between his fingers, Helga moans became louder. His mouth quickly found its way to her nipple, swirling his tongue around the tip as he squeezed her other breast in his hand. Helga felt herself growing wetter and wetter against him, her moans growing louder.

She wanted more, pressing him back on the bed, lust filling her eyes, "Now it's time for me to drive you crazy." He stared at her, taken back by the desire in her voice. She kissed him hard. Her hand rubbing the outside of his jeans. She kissed his neck once more, then trailed her lips down his body until she was at the belt of his jeans. She looked up at him seductively as she unbuckled his belt, undoing the button, she pulled down his pants as she unzipped them, revealing boxer briefs that left little to the imagination. "May I?" She smiled.

"Mhmmmm" He nodded quickly. She slowly slid his briefs down, exposing him. She took him in, pleased, but not surprised by what was in front of her. Wrapping her hand around his shaft, moving her hand up and down, he let out a moan, arching his back at the softness of her touch.

"Oh, you think you like that?" She brought her mouth down to his tip, taking him in. He gasped, taken back by how good her mouth felt. She started off slow, gauging how he felt and then quickly picked up speed. Swirling her tongue around his tip as she took him in. His moan growing louder and deeper, his hand tangled in her hair, pulling it gently. She could tell he was close to the edge.

"Helga, Helga...I can't…" She stopped.

"Not so fast football head." She stopped. Standing up, she let her skirt fall to the ground, leaving only a sheer lace thong. Arnold stared at her, taking in her hourglass figure as she climbed on top of him, pressing her chest to his as they kissed deeply. Their bodies intertwined as Arnold rolled Helga onto her back, finding himself on top of her. He stared down at her, taking all of her in. His hand quickly made it down to the pool of warmth forming between her legs. He could feel how wet she was through her thong. He pried his face away from hers, eagerly kissing her bare chest as he made his way down her. "Where do you think you're going?" She moaned as he softly bit her hip.

"You see, Helga. I want to drive you a little crazy too. I think it's time for these to come off." He tugged at the side of her thong and she happily complied, slipping it off and tossing it aside. "You're so beautiful, Helga" he kissed her hip, moving his lips along to her inner thigh, "Every inch of you." He took a finger, sliding it in between her wet fold, quickly finding her clit, and gently rubbing it. Helga moaned, grasping at the sheets as he played with her clit. He grinned up at her moving his finger down and slipping it in, quickly adding a second digit before thrusting his fingers in and out of her, his fingers quickly becoming soaking wet. He slowed his pace as he put his head between her legs, slipping his tongue between her lips, and flicking her clit.

"Fuck, Arnold." She hissed. This egged him on. He slipped in another digit, feeling her tighten around his finger as he fluctuated between sucking and circling her clit. He stayed like that for awhile, her moan growing louder and louder. Before Arnold could continue he felt Helga's fingers tangle in his hair, yanking him up towards her. "I need you now, Arnold. Stop teasing me." She pushed out breathily between hungry kisses, wrapping her legs around him, drawing him closer to her. He stared down at her, their eyes meeting, knowing this was the moment they'd both waited so long for. He teased her entrance with his tip, moaning at the sensation. Slowly pressing himself into her, watching Helga moan beneath him.

"Are you ok? Just let me know if it hurts...shouldn't we have a condom." He became flustered, but ultimately distracted by the feeling of being inside Helga.

"I'm…" She shuttered "...great. Let's just say I have a few of my own toys that should make this easier for me...also, I'm on birth control." She wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him down. "Stop freaking out, football head. All I want right now is you inside me." Those words reassured Arnold as he hungrily captured her mouth, kissing her roughly, and found himself completely inside her. Helga wanted this to last forever, to be connected to Arnold in a way she didn't know was possible. She trailed her hands down his body, soaking in every inch of him, as she felt him slowly begin to move in and out of her she lost control of her body, moaning from the sensation. He began thrusting harder and harder. Arnold moaned as he could feel her tightening around him. "Fuck, Arnold." She moaned, tightening her thighs around him.

"You're so fucking beautiful Helga." He spat out in a low moan, "and fuck you feel…" He panted, "so good." He didn't know how much longer he could hold back. The more she tightened the more he felt he was going to go over the edge.

"I'm going to cum, Arnold." Helga screamed, digging her nails into his back as she kissed him hard. He panted.

"I can't…" He moaned, his body shaking as him came. Gently collapsing on top of her as he finished. They both stared at each other for a moment, smiling.

Authors Note: The next chapter will be the last, but I plan on writing a sequel after a brief hiatus :)! Thanks for reading!