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"Talking"
Thoughts
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS OF HEY ARNOLD THEY BELONG TO CRAIG BARTLETT. HOWEVER THE LYRICS WRITTEN ARE MY ORIGINAL CREATION ALONG WITH THE PLOT IDEAS. DON'T STEAL. THANKS.
The next day Arnold sat at his desk. A pile of papers next to him while he typed on his computer. He opened an email and responded to the requests from the team before closing it out again.
An incoming video call bleeped onto the screen. He opened it with a touch of annoyance.
A middle aged balding man came into view, "Do you think you'll meet the deadline, Mr. Shortman?"
He repressed the urge to roll his eyes at his boss, "Absolutely Mr. Springton. I'm finishing up my part now. And I'll get with James within the hour."
"Splendid! Keep it up."
The video disappeared once more.
He sighed staring down his desk. In reality he was a little behind—
Maybe very behind... he admitted staring at the screen, Who knew when I took this job, it would be so demanding...
Currently he was working on budget reports. But he was still in the number crunching phase. He just had to get enough data to the writers so they could draft up a grant request.
Every number had to be accounted for and it was beginning to drag on him. The writers couldn't start without him.
In the meantime, the writers were floundering to splice something together. Another one of those deadlines. It was funny to him for as much as Hillwood legislators were out of the office, they sure did expect everyone else to jump to a short timeline.
I did not sign up for this... the clacking of the keyboard echoed in the empty lobby, I'm supposed to be building houses or restoring parks or something...
The sound of the door jingling caught his attention. A few people filed into the wide lobby area. Those people went to different office sections within the compound. The last person walked in with a familiar mop of blonde hair.
Helga shifted her sunglasses to her forehead, "Honey, I'm home!"
A small smile played on his lips, but he kept working at his desk.
She sauntered closer to the desk. Her fingers placed on the edge of his papers. A basket over one shoulder.
She raised a brow, "So nothing to say Hair boy?"
"Hey dearest. I'm really busy—"
"Psh, I know that. But you have to take lunch some time, right?"
Arnold motioned to the brown sack at the edge of his desk.
She let out a playful sigh, "Burger Man again?"
"Its fast and easy. What do you want from me?"
"You know what else is fast and easy?" She wiggled her brows.
He shot her a pointed look.
"What? I mean us sneaking out the back door-"
"I really don't have time-"
"And hanging out for a few minutes. Come on, Arnoldo."
A heavy sigh left him, "Really, I'd love that. But I can't."
A frown claimed her brow, "Well, that junk food is gonna make you infertile."
"Helga please." He glanced up at her, eyes wide.
She rolled her eyes and kicked back into one of the nearby lounges.
He groaned typing faster.
She tilted back, "So what's Springton got you on today?"
"Budgets. And I'm already behind."
"Why is that your job?"
The clacking of the keyboard was her only response. The sweat dripped down his face, brows furrowed deep—that half breath on his lips-
"I get it. I was stupid to surprise you with a picnic."
"It's not stupid." His expression pleading, and fingers never stopping.
She let out a scoff, "You never have time. Ever—why do I bother?"
"Helga, I'm sorry—"
At that moment a lady walked into the lobby. A gaggle of about ten kids filled in behind her. Without so much as a glance at Helga, the lady cut straight to Arnold's desk.
"Mr. Shortman." Her hands smacked onto the wood.
Who is… he glanced up at the newcomer, "Y-yes?"
"You haven't forgotten have you?" the lady folded her arms.
Oh yeah! Is it that time already? He pushed up to stand, "Sorry Ms. Fletcher. Time got away from me."
At the Community Outreach, often times they partnered with the local orphanages and the government foster care system. Ms. Fletcher was the Head Mistress down at the Sunny Hills Orphanage. She often times dropped off groups of children for various programs held at the Outreach.
This was Arnold's favorite part of the job. Taking the children on field trips around town or sometimes even outside the city limits to the beach or National park.
Ms. Fletcher rolled her eyes, "Are you the only one working here?"
"Feels like it." He gave a weak chuckle, "Can you maybe set them up in the other room?"
She let out a grating sigh, "Mr. Shortman, I'm already late for my own schedule. I don't have time to fix yours."
She twisted on her high heels towards the door. They clacked as they hit the tile floor.
Helga watched the lady go with growing disdain, Geez no wonder Arnoldo is so stressed...
She glanced to the side to see her husband ushering the children into a side room. His hand against his brow. A nervous tremor up his spine. He was only twenty three but she could swear she saw grey hairs on the edge of his hairline. A low sigh left her as she approached him. Her hand delicate against his heated skin.
"Helga, I'm-"
She yanked him down. Her lips searing to his. A subtle moan on his lips. His hand gripped her arm possessively. As if he'd do more if not for the witnesses.
She pulled back with a smirk on her lips, "I'll see you tonight. I don't want to be late for the picnic with Pheebs."
She turned away from him.
He gripped her hand, "I'm sorry, Helga!"
She turned slightly to watch him.
"You know how stressed I am at work. I promise, once I hit this deadline we can go to dinner! Or I can cook or something."
She looked up at him. Amusement on her lips, "You better take me out. Remember the last time you tried to cook?"
"That was- a minor setback." He seemed resolute.
A small laugh on her lips as her fingers trailed up to his face, "Sure."
She kissed his cheek. Her lips lingered there for another second before she pulled away.
A small grin formed on his lips.
As she cut her way through the small lobby, he watched her with a heavy heart.
He was still dreamy from their simple kiss and he was starting to wonder if he was being needy to want more.
"Hey," he called, and she turned, "Next time, make an appointment, Kitten. I'll show you around."
"Whatever you say, Mr. Shortman." She snickered sauntering out the entrance.
A redheaded man walked up next to Arnold. He glanced at the blonde and where the lady had left to.
He let out a low whistle, "Damn. We get that kind of attention in this line of work?"
Arnold rolled his eyes, "Perfect timing, James."
"I usually do. You got the budget done?"
Arnold smacked his forehead, "Shit. It's almost done. And then Ms. Fletcher dropped off the kids-"
James raised his hand, "Hey, just give me what you have. We'll write as much as we can. But try to finish the rest by tonight."
Arnold shook his hand, "Thanks, you're a lifesaver."
"So, as payment-" He chuckled playfully, "Your wife have any good looking friends? A sister perhaps?"
"Stop." Arnold half-groaned walking into the room with the kids, Sorry Helga. You worked so hard on the picnic. I'll have to do something for you. And try to make it out on time tonight...
It was late when Arnold returned home. He pushed the door open and promptly shut it.
A wide yawn split his lips. He stubbornly rubbed his eyes, Come on. You were late. The least you can do, is hold it together...
He'd barely put the keys down before Helga tackled him.
She started kissing him deeply. Pressing her hips into his as he stumbled into the wall. She jerked her hips against him swiftly. As her arms gripped his shoulders, a moan fell from his lips.
She sighed hearing that sound, maybe he would want to—
He broke them apart gently. His fingers clutching her rear as her legs wrapped tighter against his waist.
"Sorry, Helga. I would love to—but I'm so tired." His voice an unhappy whine.
He slowly lowered her to the ground. A small pout formed on her lips. She hugged herself as he walked by. His shaky form retreated to their bedroom.
She followed after him a moment— defeated. That simple kiss at work had really got her going. And then when she got home all she could think about was him taking her—
and then taking her again.
But he was tired, and she wasn't going to push her needs onto him. She knew that she had days she didn't feel like doing jack either.
He seemed distracted as he undressed in front of her. Oblivious to how closely she watched his fingers run down his body. His toned bare chest glistened from the faint table light.
Every groove of his cut abs longing to be touched by her. He may have had a desk job, but all those weekend house building excursions seemed to be doing him a lot of favors— a lot. She bit her lip as he stood next to her in his boxers.
His lazy green eyes shifted to glance at her. A boyish half smile on his lips. His fingers cupped her cheek— thumb rubbing gently against her lips until she parted eagerly for him. A faint sigh on her lips as he stroked her in no hurry to claim her just yet.
His warm breath feathered against her face as he drew her closer. Her neck craned to look up at him. A keen from her as he crashed into her lips. Languid, open mouth kisses capturing her very essence.
"You okay?"
She shook her head free of the day dreams she was having.
He watched her a moment.
"Yeah, guess I'm tired too."she started sliding her shirt off. The slick button up faded into a lacy cami. She kicked off her pants, He said no. Even if it sucks...
Arnold turned slightly. His gaze captured by her beauty. A sudden tightness grasped his chest. His eyes started to trail over her curvy body. The subtle v of her neckline. The tight curve of her hips as she leaned over the dresser.
If he didn't know better, he'd say she was taking a long time to find shorts on purpose. Her deft fingers slid over her long legs. The loose silk shorts barely covering her cotton underwear.
He bit his lip. Watching her walk towards the bathroom, his mind started to wander...
His own hands undressing her. Sliding down her smooth back skin. Trailing over her silky bra as he deftly unclasped it. His mouth leaving kisses down her spine while he squeezed her...
I know I said I'm tired...but maybe... his heart started to race. His kind trying to remember the last time they did it.
He was drawing a blank.
That realization only made him want her more.
His hand grazed her backside.
A small tremble ran up her spine. She jerked to look back at him. His hand had already retracted, but his face was still a dreamy mess.
She gave him a playful shove, "You're hopeless, you know that?"
He shook his thoughts away. A deep crimson staining his face. She'd caught him right in the middle of his daydream.
He rubbed a hand behind his head, "Sorry, you're just so sexy."
She twisted with a smirk, "Mr. Shortman, I believe you turned me down. So I'm going to have to ask you to make an appointment for the next time you want to touch me."
A weak chuckle left him as she closed the door to the bathroom. The door shut quietly. He wiped the sweat from his brow and tried to ignore how tight his boxers felt.
He groaned while slinking into the bed. The cool sheets did little to calm the volcano she'd awakened. Suddenly he felt wide awake.
Helga sighed and crawled into bed next to him. A wide yawn leaving her as she snuggled into his side. She rested her head against his chest. He could feel her breast rub against him through her thin cami.
A low groan left him. She furrowed her brows and leaned up onto his chest. Her breasts pressing into him again.
"What's-"
He cut her off with a hot kiss. His lips molten and hand tightly cupping her face to his. A pleased sigh left her. Her fingers gripped into his shoulders.
With a swift tug he pulled her on top of his waist. His harden cock pressed into her thin underwear. She gasped.
Her gaze turned hazy looking down at him, "I thought you were tired?"
"Ever heard of a quickie?"
"Geez what a concept." She flicked his nose.
He leaned up to meet her lips. Her hips grinded against his. His hands seemed to be everywhere as he started tugging on her clothing. With a flirty smirk, she tossed her clothes off.
Oh yes! Helga pushed his boxers down, We're really gonna...
His gaze started to droop as watched her, "Helga, condom."
"Right." She rolled her eyes, So much for passion!
She slid away from him. Hitting the dresser like her life depended on it, she found the condoms quickly. She'd barely taken a minute to bound back towards the bed when she heard a familiar sound-
A quiet snore left him. His body completely limp now.
She slumped slightly, You've got to be kidding me!
She gave him a gentle shove, "Hey, Tomcat what gives? Come on now."
The only answer she received was the sound of his breathing.
She glared at the ceiling for a moment, At least he didn't fall asleep during this time...
Taking a moment to find her clothes, that annoyed feeling rose up again. It was bitter like alcohol. She nuzzled into his side. She considered taking care of herself but he looked so peaceful- she wouldn't risk waking him.
I have to remember he's doing this for us. It won't be much longer. He has to get promoted soon right?
Eventually she fell into a restless sleep.
Arnold started awake. He'd had the most wonderful dream. A sexy escapade with his beautiful wife...he glanced to the side and down at his boxers again. He realized something was off.
He could vividly remember having sex but yet- he was still clothed. He could never be bothered to get dressed again after sex.
Then it hit him like a freight train-
That wild, hot sex didn't happen.
A low sigh left him. The time on his clock taunted him. Even if he did wake her up, they wouldn't have time for that either.
But there was one thing he could do-
One way he could apologize.
Helga groaned as she rolled over in bed. The warm spot he was laying in now long cold. She'd tried dreaming of sex with him as a replacement, but even in her dream they kept getting interrupted.
She dragged herself into the kitchen. With a wide yawn, she opened the fridge.
Front and center sat a tupperware with a note attached. Under the note sat a CD disk.
Helga,
Sorry about last night. I promise I'll take a day off soon.
And then I'm loving you all day. Until you beg me to stop. ;)
Also I made your favorite breakfast- and didn't burn it!
P.S. Listen to track 8.
A small smirk formed on her lips, "Stupid Arnoldo."
She put the tupperware in the microwave. Twisting she found the CD player nearby. After a moment she flipped to track eight. As soon as the music hit her ears, she was reminded of their karaoke rendezvous. The very song they sang to ringing through the small apartment.
"I'll be a fool for you I'm sure. You know I don't mind. Oh, you know I don't mind!"
She clutched the note to her chest. She pursed her lips happily, I love you Arnold...
Alright now we getting into the meat of the matter. Let me know what you think. Things are about to speed up.