I am a Hey Arnold fan and wanted to try my hand at writing my own fic.

Please don't hesitate to review and tell me what you think.

I do not own any of the characters from Hey Arnold.

CHAPTER 1:

" Good game Football Head, good game," Helga said breathlessly, removing her beat up high tops at the door.

" But that was a real cheap shot in the last minute Pataki," Arnold leaning against the wall for support, his hair sticking to his face.

Puberty may have blessed him with some height and muscle, but she definitely had some game. Her limbs dashed and jumped all over him on the blacktop. All that big talk came with 100% bite in the back. She danced around him like a gazelle running through the savannah. And even through her sweat he was still enamoured.

"Water?" was all he could manage to get out, his thoughts and eyes catching sight of her tanned midriff. Marching to the kitchen she rummaged the shelves enjoying the cool stale air hitting her neck and chest.

Grabbing two waters she had left to thaw out in the freezer from earlier, she tossed one to a recovering football headed blonde sitting at the bottom of the stairs. His hair was even more captivating when he worked up a sweat. Especially if she was the reason for his hot and bothered state, and watching him down that bottle in one sip definitely added to her own hot and bothered state.

" I'm glad I could keep up with you though. I figured mister 'Captain of the Basketball Team' would have kept me on more of my toes," she said half laughing at his weathered state.

" Cute, very cute Helga, but that was 4 years ago, in high school. My diet also consisted of hot Cheetos and Pepsi, I've grown past that. I'm an adult… Kind of," his head cocking to one side in thought, his eyes still tracing her every outline.

Her head fell back in a fit of laughter, He enjoyed how free she had become; and he loved finding any reason to make her laugh.

"And you're one to talk. Kick-boxing Queen sure did kick my ass out there. I don't even remember you knowing how to dribble a ball. I feel hoodwinked, BAMBOOZLED," he gave her a wink of his own.

This was nice and thanks to their final year in high school it became more frequent. Helga after years of fighting faced her true feelings for Arnold. Those pent up feelings released themselves continuously on the floor of Dr. Bliss' office. Then, encouraged by Bliss, it was agreed she needed something deeper than a pen and pad, both from herself and her doctor; hence, boxing. It kept her quick, gave her unbelievable stamina, and provided a healthy outlet for the aggression. Not to mention a rockin' body that many pay for.

The couch helped her work through her family trauma; moms binge drinking, Big Bob's neglect, and Olga's delusion. The boxing taught her how to fight through the pain and the hardships. The family had grown into something, even she could be proud of. Both happily divorced and remarried; Big Bob and Hank have been incredibly happy running the biggest refurbished cell phone distribution company in the Northwest, and Miriam running a chain of nonprofits helping women reclaim their lives after leaving highly volatile relationships (Think Rose from She-Devil). Olga , while still perfect, found her niche as a concert pianist , and on her second tour around Europe. She still found time to suffocate her 'baby sister' but they had both bound a new relationship her younger self had always secretly wanted. Time didn't heal all wounds, but it had birthed a new hope for everyone.

Arnold, after reuniting with his parents in the sixth-grade with the help of Helga and their PS 118 classmates, regained the family he only saw in his dreams at night. Stella and Miles were able to reunite themselves with the son they had left behind so long ago. Now on public speaking tours, they were never too far from their son.

Therapy and time brought these two wild teens back to teens- now young adults- back to the ground where they always found solace in one another. Thanksgiving with the new and improved Pataki Family for Arnold and Pig Day for Helga with Stella, Miles, Pookie and Phil.

Both families were always watching from a distance, never pushing the young ones too far, but nurturing the budding potential in front of them. Stella and Miles along with Pookie and Phil loving the pink-bowed tyrant as their own and Olga always encouraging her baby sister to 'not count him out just yet.'

"Time baby sister, time. Just give it, you, him, and life the time." She always said from behind a grand piano that sat in their family room of the new brownstone that Miriam bought.

And now 4 years later after high school had come to pass, and the summer before their final year in full swing they had both returned from their individual universities. They both picked up where they left off, like no time had passed at all.

"Anyways boy, I'm heading to my room for a shower. As much as I would hate to wash this victory sweat off, I smell like the inside of my old gym bag. Plus, I don't know about you, but Tall Hair Boy and Phoebe are expecting us for dinner and I am NOT going like this." She headed up the stairs brushing past the transfixed dreamboat of a boy...man.

Of course feelings were still there, you can't just extinguish a flame so intense, but you can learn to tame it. Keeping it low and burning, but still burning.

"But what about me? I want to be at least presentable for this 'important dinner," he said, tugging off his sweaty jersey revealing a sculpted chest and his green-eyed tattoo on his shoulder.

Her face instantly flushed drinking him all in. How could someone so sweet have a body that could kill? And undoubtedly kill her? She wanted it to kill her. Petite death is how her writer's mind put it. But no, they were just friends. That ship had sailed, but she couldn't take her eye off of him.

" Helga, HELGA! Are you listening? I have clothes in my car. Can I shower here?" Arnold interrupting her train of thought.

" Uh, yeah...sure. Whatever floats your boat. Please don't clog Miriam's' shower drain with all that hair of yours." She spat out tugging at his locs. In retaliation he tripped, and watched her fall into his lap. Her eyes, so goddamned blue and clear. Clear into his soul like they knew him, knew things he was still trying to figure out. Things that hadn't been revealed to him yet, she could already see.

"Dammit Football Head. This is why I still call you names," there she goes again breaking the spell, but she had to. His emerald eyes felt like they could go on forever. Hypnotizing , and she was drawn into them like a moth to a flame.

"C'mon I'll show you where to go. Pick up the pace slow poke. No wonder I had you beat on the court." His eyes fixated on her body filling out the biking shorts. 5'8 looked good on her, mostly legs that should be ensured by Venus. He didn't even notice that she had been talking the entire time, much less in front of Miriam's bedroom door until his forehead made contact. Hard

" Okay Arnold, I think you've taken enough abuse for the day," she laughed at his pain. Hurry and get cleaned up, I don't want to be late and…

" CRAP! My clothes are in my car. I'll run down and get them back." Her body had his mind completely occupied.

He raced quickly to his car, slamming the screen door in the process, to retrieve his stuff trying to un-shuffle his mind in the process.

They were just friends. THAT'S IT! He could appreciate her looks though, and damn did she look good. Those long legs, round bottom, slightly toned arms, and her blonde hair that always had the faintest smell of vanilla. But her looks weren't all she offered. Helga was still sharp as a tack. Of course over the years he had learned to not be so passive and dish out exactly what she gave, but he would never catch up to her wit. It was good to be back in her presence; sure he had met a few girls here and there, even dated, but he still found himself in her orbit. She was like the sun, and he could never venture too far.

"Don't slam the screen door dammit!" That guy was going to give her a heart attack. 'Was he checking me out? Me? Helga G. Pataki? Nah, C'mon,' her mind was definitely playing tricks on her. The basketball game loosened a few screws.

But Helga had to admit time, puberty, and boxing had done a body good. But as much as the package may have changed, the contents have stayed the same. Well for the most part.

"Anyways, he's taking too long. I'll just heat the water up," she said heading into her bathroom , her body finally cooling down from their game on and off the court.

Her hand playing in the water, and her mind piecing together what she had in her closet that would be acceptable for tonight's dinner. Slipping out of her damp tank top from Miriam's charity walk-a-thon last year and tossing it on the floor. Taking a deep breath Helga looked at herself in the gold-lined free standing mirror checking for noticeable tan lines. Slipping out of her biker shorts and running her finger over her pink bow tattoo on her hip, some traditions are harder to break, then reached for her sports bra following suit on the floor. The cascading rhythm of the shower completely masked his footsteps coming up the carpeted steps duffle bag in hand. So focused on her own image, she didn't even notice his reflection gazing back at her in shock, or rather in awe.

"Beautiful," he whispered before dropping the bag to the floor with a startling thud.

Snapping around, a topless Helga found herself face with an equally stunned pair of green eyes.

"ARNOLD! What the…" she screamed covering herself and shutting the bathroom door. The ex, still current lover of her life got a full view of her goodies, at least the top half. He may have seen them before , but it has been a while.

'The Hell was he doing! Gawking at her like… like...like brainy.'

"I'm so sorry Helga, I didn't mean to see you like that,"

"Oh quit while you're ahead blondie and spit it out. "

"I should have knocked, or said something...I just didn't expect."

"Arnold what do you want?"

And now he couldn't even remember what he wanted. Well he knew exactly what he wanted, those two perfect breasts in his mouth and her moaning in ecstacy, but this was not a good thought. Not a friend thought.

"Arnold, they are just boobs. I'm sure you've seen them before. Now what did you want, or did you come to gawk at Ole Pataki?"

"No Helga, not gawking… just , Wow, uhm," what they hell did he come in here for again? "Towels! Yes towels" he finally shouted from the other side of her bathroom door.

A bathroom door with a current half naked and fully pissed off Helga. Helga who may have had a pink bow and unibrow when they were younger, but now sported clean and neatly plucked BROWS and 'Was that a pink bow tattoo?' he thought. Pink like her nipples. Baby pink and perky, like silver dollars. 'I wonder if they are as soft as they look,' he could feel himself growing and needed a cold shower stat.

" Towels are in the closet in MIRIAM'S BATHROOM Arnaldo. Now scram before I take Ole' Betsy and the 5 Avengers out of retirement."

Goodness she could get violent when she was ready. He high tailed it out of there and into Miriam's and started running the water. His eyes shut tight thinking back to those luscious C-cups. Why fill out a bra when they could be filling out his hands, or mouth.

'They probably taste like cupcakes. I wonder if all of her is as sweet.' Thinking back to her blonde locs falling mid-back showing off her curves. A slight dip in her back. Her back dimples deep, deep enough for his thumbs to fit. 'What did her moans sound like?' He was as stiff as a board and his head was as light as a feather. Jumping into the cool water, letting it run off his shoulder, lean and strong. The cold water that was supposed to be cooling him down, only seemed to sizzle when coming into contact with his skin. His hands drawing themselves to his growth , stroking lightly at first, but becoming more adamant. His thoughts kept going back to her; her laugh when they played on the blacktop earlier, her hair beautiful and wavy and now those pink nipples stamped in his brain. A small moan escaped , almost desperate. Each stroke drawing him deeper and deeper into the no friend zone thought list. It was dangerous territory. His thoughts drowned out all the noise around him and this cold shower had to zip to calm him down.

"Arnold, I'm sorry I snapped. I was just shocked and …" rambling she didn't give any time for him to come out of his thoughts and cover up his sin fueled deed. And with no steam from his cold shower to help him out, he couldn't hide either.

"Uhhh, Helga IM SORRY,' his eyes shooting up, but hands not moving from their almost instinctual activity.

Almost with no hesitation, she dropped her robe and closed the space in between them with a kiss. Years of playing cat and mouse had finally caught up to them both. His eyes in shock but finally settling closed as his hands following the curves he had only seen, yet longed to touch. Hands fitting into the dips in her waist like a lost puzzle piece.

Their eyes slowly opened drinking each other in. Neither wanting to break the spell, his hands tracing her body slightly hovering. He was almost scared of getting burned by the fire that was Helga.

She wasn't afraid though. Leaning in for a deeper kiss, savoring the taste she had dreamt of in her youth.

Sure they had kissed as kids; in school plays, that one stint as extras in a TV series on the beach, even when they tried dating as preteens, but those were innocent and unsure. Not this though. These were the kisses of adults who knew exactly what they wanted and how to make the other want more. Her fingernails dragged up his biceps to his chest, following the light hair from his chest to the happy trail and stopping before hitting his sweet spot.

His breath hitched in the middle of his throat. His tongue still tasting her mouth, her sassy big mouth. Her fingers like fire, burning him with every touch.

"Helga are you sure we should," he stuttered, breaking for air, his mind trying to clear itself. She moaned slightly, breaking his train of thought.

"I'm not stopping not Football Head," she planted a chaste kiss on his full lips, " And from the looks of it, you don't want to either," her icy blue eyes gawking at his fully erect manhood, a small smile settling on her perfect pout. His green eyes started to glow under her touch, his half lidded gaze taking her in.

With her blessing he shut off the shower and picked up his pink princess with a passionate kiss. Laying her down in her bed, he finally broke the kiss only to dive into her neck. Peppering her with soft kisses he let his hands wander her body listening for cues and moans when he's reached a good spot. Her hands rummaged their way through his hair as he sucked and kissed his way around her upper body. Finally he made his way down to her breasts, a small sly smile creeping onto his lips. He started with the left nipple swirling it around with his tongue, enjoying the small sighs and sounds that escaped her. He then switched taking in the right and kneading the left with his crafty hands, going from firm to soft and keeping her on her toes.

She couldn't believe it. Shy and soft Arnold wasn't so shy anymore. He knew exactly what to do and how to listen to her body speak. 'I wonder how he'd gotten so,' before she could finish the thoughts of Arnold with other women, he was on the move again. He lips this time making their way down her long body, kissing their way to the promise land. His tongue traced her bow tattoo on her hips,

" I like these," he smiled, continuing his assault of kisses. His voice low and raspy made her flip.

His fingers had reached her opening, peeling back her petals like a lotus flower. He dipped inside feeling her engulf his finger completely. He added another and watched as her body arched to his touch. His eyes almost bore a whole straight through her.

"Aaarnold," her pleading gasps almost undoing him completely. She was a river flowing continuously and he instinctively had to taste more. Left thigh...Right thigh... he sucked leaving soft red marks behind, savoring her flesh.

Her eyes finally found their way open as she began to realize his next move.

"Arnold," her voice so soft and subtly, almost inaudible " I dunno if we should…" Her voice trailed off as he planted a soft kiss on her opening.

"Pataki, you couldn't stop me if you tried," his smirk faded away as he dove back into her wonderland. She leaned back as his tongue began to elicit every noise one could make in pleasure. Her quick comebacks and quicker fists now pooled into a hazy mess under his touch. Her thighs squeezing his face and burying him deeper into her.

He loved the power that came with undoing a woman, especially one as strong as Helga. He played with her labia. Tasting every flavour she offered up, savouring her. Sure a woman doesn't taste like candy or flowers in the traditional sense, but he appreciated her natural sweetness.

"You taste amazing," he said as he searched for her bud. Finally he had found the treasure within and he began to suck lightly, still using his fingers with agency. He was at full attention now in his pants and her moans were only making the blood rush even faster.

Clawing at the sheets, he watched small beads of sweat begin to form at her temple. Soft curses escaped her mouth as his licks became more insistent. Her grip on reality began to melt under his expert tongue, she thought only she could make herself this fired up, but she had met her match. Her hands trailed from his hair to his strong back, nails digging hard into his skin. His hand firm around her tight butt and the other around her thigh holding her in place. Arnold attached himself to her clit and sucked like a ring pop.

"Don't stop, please don't stop Arnold." her voice rising higher and higher. He continued on inserting a final finger searching for her button.

She could feel a small light growing in her left eye. It was there and with every lick getting bigger and brighter.

"Cum for me Helga," he growled.

"OH...OH.. I'm …," she shuddered and bucked to his tongue, her juices flowing out smoothly. He didn't waste a single drop. He placed soft kisses on her and she floated back down to her body, one hand intertwined with the sheets and the other his hair.

"How'd I do Pataki," he chuckled as he watched her breathing begin to steady and he still placed kisses on her inner thighs.

"Aaarnold, that was… you're REALLY good at that," her voice still trying to find a solid tone.

Sliding his arm under her, he pulled her to the edge of the bed, and planted a steamy kiss on her lips. She was still reconnecting her body and mind, yet her arms snarked their way around his neck. She could feel he was completely ready for her, his green eyes lazily looking down at her. With no time spared he entered her still soaked in juices from before.

Both blondes cried out in delight. She wrapped her long limbs around him consuming him entirely.

"Wow Helga, you feel...wow," he planted soft kisses on her lips filled with want and need.

Until now he had been terrified to fully give himself over to the feelings of wanting more with Helga.

Would she reject him? Would she run away? Could he lose her forever? He couldn't bear the thought of screwing things up. But now inside of her, he couldn't fathom going on like nothing had happened, much less stopping whatever this was that they started. Her soft breaths tickled his ear and they found a steady rhythm.

"I love you," she whispered so faintly, it was almost carried away by the wind.

But he had heard it, and there was no denying it this time. She couldn't back into a black alley or blame it on the 'heat of the moment'. He responded with a deep kiss from her neck to her lips now red and sore from his assault earlier. He could listen to her for the rest of his life. He could hold her like this every night. They would have to figure things out, have an honest talk, but for right now he just wanted to feel her ocean rock him all day long.

He started to move faster, breaking their slow and steady pace. The sweet friction taking her apart bit by bit ,her nails digging further into his shoulder. His grunts grew stronger and in unison with her moans. Arnold was right there, he could feel it, and so was she. They were so close and then.

"KNOCK KNOCK, Football Head you've been in there for a while now. Are you OK? Did you drown,"

Helga's voice cut through the steady stream of the shower and his own very vivid imagination.

"Shit shit, " his hand still stroking himself through the orgasm. "I'LL BE RIGHT OUT!"

These visions were getting a little too real and graphic. He tasted her, smelled her, Arnold was starting to find himself lost in these visions on a daily basis, but her being back must have sent him into overdrive. With his hands pruny , Arnold finally turned the shower off and got out.

"Uhh, Alright I guess. Hurry up because we've got to meet Pheebs and Tall Hair Boy at this restaurant soon and it's all the way across town," she said heading to finish her outfit for the night.

"Copy, I'll be out soon," his shoulders leaning heavily over the sink finding comfort on the cool granite countertop.

This dinner was going to be too long and he didn't know how he was going to get through it without breaking.