Hey everyone! Hopefully you enjoyed the last chapter. There are still some secrets that have yet to reveal themselves, and this chapter alludes to what may be coming in the future. This is another one I was really excited to write about. A lot of this chapter will be from Arnold's viewpoint. There will be lots to look forward to in this one ;) Happy reading! Frequent sexual contact ahead. All cast and characters of Hey Arnold! belong to creator Craig Bartlett.

Chapter 4: Thunder and lightning

Arnold collected the empty plates and mugs of hot chocolate and took them downstairs to the sink. Helga was still on his couch upstairs, pouting and grumbling about their unexpected sleepover. He placed the dishes in the kitchen, and jumped when he saw his grandfather standing silently in the doorframe behind him.

"Jesus grandpa, I didn't know you were there," Arnold said breathlessly. He frowned at the enthusiastic smile his grandfather was offering him.

"Sorry about that Short man. Well looks like it's gonna be a doozy of a storm, eh? What are you going to do about your little friend upstairs?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

Arnold sighed, "I told her she should stay put for the night. I'll just sleep on my couch. That okay if she crashes here, grandpa?"

Arnold's grandpa chuckled, "I suppose, Arnold. So tell me, I see you're a little damp from the rain. Were you guys hanging out on the roof?"

"Yeah we had some stuff we needed to clear up, the rain hit while we were still hanging out up there," he answered.

"Must've been awfully cold out there. Make sure you warm up your little friend," he said with raucous laughter.

"Grandpa!" Arnold scolded and practically ran out of the room, he could hear his grandfather laughing still as he approached his bedroom door. He entered his bedroom quickly, closing his door hard behind him making Helga jump.

"Christ Arnoldo where's the fire?" She asked. She could see a red tint on his face and looked at him curiously.

"S-sorry about that. I wanted to hurry back, I figured you probably want to get out of those wet clothes," he lied and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

He crossed the room to open his closet, and pulled out a pair of drawstring plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt, grabbing himself some sweats and a blue flannel shirt. He tossed the clothes to Helga and opened the door.

"I'll give you some privacy. Be back in a few minutes," he said.

"Aw and here I thought I'd have an audience," she said sarcastically with an eye roll.

Arnold had barely started leaving before she started taking her damp shirt off. He caught a glimpse of her lacy pink and black bra cradling her large breasts. She was covered in goosebumps from the chill of the rain. After a moment he quickly realized what he was doing and exited the room with flushed cheeks.

He went into the bathroom, locked the door behind him and looked in the mirror at himself. Alright, you've gotta pull yourself together. It's just the girl of your dreams spending the night. In your room. No big deal, you can do this. His brain replayed the image of her sun kissed stomach and voluptuous bosom. He shook his head to make the image go away.

Helga had finished changing and grabbed the front of Arnold's shirt now on her body, sitting cross-legged on his bed. She brought the fabric to her face, inhaling his aroma. God he smells amazing, she thought and was interrupted by the opening of the bedroom door. She flung her hands into her lap, feigning innocence.

Arnold couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat at the sight of her in his clothes. Why is that such a turn-on? he wondered. He admired her natural beauty, no make-up and her hair in braids, her body swimming in clothes, but she still looked radiant. He quickly realized he needed to distract himself from her. As much as he enjoyed seeing his clothes on her, his opinion was they would look much better on his floor.

He grabbed his remote, and went to a shelf on the wall filled with different movies. "Wanna watch something?"

"Sure let's see what we have to work with, Hair Boy," she said and crossed the room to eye his selection.

"Oh my god," she said excitedly. "You have Evil Twin 4?! We're watching this one, get it fired up, Football Head," she said decisively and handed him the DVD.

He laughed at her selection, "Sure thing, but I have to warn you - it's pretty bad."

"Arnold they're all bad. That's what makes them so good!"

"Can't argue with you there," he said, feeding the disc into the DVD player and pressing play.

He was a little buzzed from the beers he had drank, but was trying to maintain a clear head. Helga was a little tipsy as well, but was content as the alcohol had eliminated her hangover from the night before. She felt her phone buzz on the bed next to her, it was from Phoebe.

"So how are things going?"

Nosy, aren't we? she thought as she tapped out her reply.

"Fine. Talk went ok I think. We're just watching a movie now."

Her phone immediately buzzed back. She rolled her eyes as she read the message from her friend.

"Good. Behave yourselves."

She tossed her phone away from her and tried to keep focus on the movie. The plot was essentially the same as the other Evil Twin movies, someone enters a house looking into a mirror, saying a certain series of magic words thinking it's all a big joke, and summoning the evil twin. Helga laughed as the person in the movie left the room, believing the summoning didn't work, leaving the evil twin to silently step out of the mirror and begin his tirade.

"Christ you're right it is bad. I mean the production quality really went downhill," she continued chuckling at the screen.

Arnold couldn't help noticing her lovely smile and relished in her intoxicating laughter. It was then he realized he was in trouble. He spent so long trying to forget her, and unpacking all of his emotional turmoil with Dr. Bliss had helped him to overcome some of his heartbreak, but he could tell that was unraveling. He was beside himself knowing his attraction for her was evolving into real feelings once again.

This certainly complicated things for him, as he had no idea if she would reciprocate his feelings. She already told him the night before she didn't want to be with him anymore all those years ago. Why should things be any different now? Worse yet, he didn't exactly have the proper avenue to ponder these emotions right now, she was right here right in front of him and would be for some time.

Helga could see that Arnold wasn't paying attention about half-way through the movie as he sat cross-legged on the bed next to her. She couldn't help but wonder what he could be thinking about that was distracting him so much. She found herself hopeful that he wasn't suddenly regretting allowing her to stay for the night.

She studied him for a bit, his golden hair had dried messy from the rain. Blue was a good color on him, it always had been and she enjoyed the familiarity of his plaid shirt. He had a really nice body, from what she could surmise. He wasn't muscular by any means, but just toned enough that he cut a nice form. She was observing the contemplative look on his face, she never realized before how truly beautiful his eyes were. The green of his irises was so vibrant and lush, just like the jungles of San Lorenzo where he was born.

She knew she was catching feelings for him all over again. There was even something she found alluring in some of his strange, almost dark behavior. He was so easy for her to read when they were younger, and now his crooked grin had seemingly endless meaning. She was certainly intrigued by him.

There was a force in Helga that so desperately wanted to reach out and touch him. She was very sure that he had been flirting with her at the party, and even a few times on the rooftop earlier that afternoon. She didn't know why she always warred with herself emotionally. She could pen a thousand poems regaling her unbridled love of the blonde boy, but sitting here with him alone now she struggled. Her alcohol fueled bravery from the night before was long faded, and the three beers she consumed simply wasn't enough to reignite it.

Fuck it, she thought and reached out to grab his hand, interlocking her fingers with his.

Arnold jumped at the surprising touch and stared thoughtfully at their tangled hands. Helga saw a smile emerge on his face. His troubled thoughts melted away and he jerked her close to him. Her heart was slamming into her ribcage now and he used his free hand to cup the side of her head. They leaned their faces into each other, and allowed their eyes to close as the space between them lessened. His lips gently met hers and she could feel the electricity of the contact surging clear down through to her fingertips.

Everything about it was what she had hoped for. The warmth, the familiarity, the tenderness. She had fantasized about this more than once since she left Hillwood. They pulled back only to crash into each other again, magnetized. She felt his mouth open just slightly and his tongue touched her lips requesting entry. She obliged, her mouth opened to welcome him and she let out a small gasp.

Arnold let his tongue dance with hers ravenously. Like a junkie getting his long-awaited fix, he craved all of her in that moment. He dropped his hands to her hips and pulled her to sit on top of him. He moaned into her mouth as she wrapped her legs around him, her arms snaking around his neck and into his hair. His hands felt her hungrily, and he advanced them under her shirt, feeling her bare back. It dawned on him that she wasn't wearing a bra, a very pleasant discovery that only made him grow between his legs. He tentatively let his fingers travel to her ribs, not wanting to provide any unsolicited contact. Helga squeezed her legs tighter around his waist, wanting his hands to feel more of her.

He let his right hand cup her breast, she let out a breathy moan. She moved her mouth from his and trailed kisses from his jawbone to his exposed neck. She suckled and teethed on him for a moment before allowing her lips to once again crash into his. He squeezed her soft flesh gently in response, and let his thumb graze the hardened nub of her nipple. His other hand quickly found the other side of her and he massaged her breasts gently, eliciting several rolls of her hips, grinding herself against his hardened member. He groaned at the suggestive movement and the immense pleasure he felt from it.

Arnold could have explored every inch of Helga right then, but a voice outside his door interrupted their passionate display. They pulled apart from each other, annoyed.

"C'mon you two, dinner's ready," they heard Phil call to them.

Helga wondered how long they had been locked together like that, seeing the television now displaying the movie menu screen. She got up to move to the door and gasped in surprise when Arnold abruptly lifted her hands above her head and pressed himself into her, pinning her back against the door. She was still dazed from their previous encounter, and looked up at him, her eyes pleading for contact and her pouty lips slightly parted.

He was smiling the devious crooked smile Helga had begun to familiarize herself with and sighed into him when his lips once again met hers. She wrapped her tongue around his before he suddenly parted from her, bringing her hands down and pulling her from the door. He kept one of her hands in his and they descended the stairs to the dining room.

Arnold and Helga sat at the dinner table with noticeably flushed cheeks. Helga saw a small dark circle on his neck and began snickering, Arnold who was none the wiser gave her a bewildered expression to which she just shook her head.

Gertie soon appeared with a plate of pork chops and bowl of mashed potatoes. A gravy boat along with plates and cutlery were already set, and the two blondes were surrounded by the familiar and eccentric residents of the boarding house.

Everyone welcomed Helga warmly, when she explained that she had just moved back they all exclaimed happily. At one point Oskar commented on her large bazingas, earning a sharp elbow jab from his wife Susie. Mr. Hyun explained how Mei was just recently married and had a son named Omari. He was now the proud owner of the restaurant he had worked at diligently for so many years. Ernie was still in the demolition game, and told her about his latest structural takedown.

After they finished dinner, Arnold and Helga offered to clean up, earning a smile and hug from Gertie. The boarders all gave their goodbyes before retreating to their rooms. Arnold and Helga cleaned all the plates off the table and she washed dishes in the kitchen while Arnold packed away the leftovers. He retreated to the dining room to wipe the table, the sight of his grandfather giving him a cheeky smile made him jump.

"Oh hi grandpa," he said. "Sorry, you startled me."

"You seem a little jumpy today Short man, something on your mind?" He asked with a suspicious grin.

If only you knew the half of it, he thought but shook his head no in response while wiping the table.

"Sure okay, then. Whatever you say. Interesting mark on your neck there, Arnold," Phil said and Arnold raised an eyebrow in confusion. "The little minx," he finished with a wink and laughed as he wandered up the staircase.

Arnold made sure to hear the sound of his grandparents door closing before racing into the bathroom to look in the mirror. Oh I'll never hear the end of this one. Damn it, Helga, he thought to himself, but couldn't help chuckling proudly. He never had a proper hickey before. An idea suddenly popped into his head and he sauntered back into the kitchen.

"Oh hey, Arnoldo. You get the dining room all cleaned u-," she gasped as he came up behind her, grabbing her hips and planting a gentle kiss on her neck before nipping and sucking on her skin. She unintentionally moved her backside into him and he reached under the front of her shirt and grabbed her breast tightly. She let out a quiet moan and suddenly, to her dismay, the contact was gone. He smiled at her wickedly and began drying the dishes on the rack.

Helga wasn't keen on Arnold having the last laugh at her expense. His back was to her, putting a stack of plates in the cupboard. She dried her hands and snuck up behind him. He froze as she lifted the back of his shirt and started planting wet kisses all over his back. One hand felt up his smooth stomach while the other wandered over the crotch of his jeans. She stroked him over his clothes and he melted into her. She let her fingers graze the skin beneath his waistband, a certain part of him eagerly awaited her touch but it never came.

Arnold turned to face her but Helga was already back to washing dishes. He grabbed her shoulder and spun her to look at him. She could feel how hard he was against her, and his hands went to her chest, gently squeezing her nipples between his fingers. His hands dropped to her ass and he picked her up and placed her on the ledge of the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist and their mouths found each other. She used her legs to squeeze him tightly against, and she moaned lightly into his mouth and he felt himself twitch between his legs.

As soon as he felt her arms wrap around his neck he picked her up and started carrying her to his room. He groaned when she pulled his lips away from his.

"Arnold, what about the dishes?" She asked him breathlessly.

"Later," he replied as he fumbled with the knob to his room and her lips reconnected with his.

He carefully let himself fall backwards onto his bed with her on top of him, never breaking their kiss. She rolled her hips into him and he gasped as she did. Her hand crept between them and under his waistband. She kept her open palm there for a bit, and he found himself longing for her touch. He moved his mouth away from hers to shower her neck with wet kisses and gentle bites. He placed his hand on the back of her head, pulling her closely so he could whisper into her ear.

"Please touch me, Helg-," he never finished that sentence with actual words, only a moan as she obediently placed her hand around his hard shaft, he eagerly pulled his pants down around his thighs.

Arnold pulled the front of her shirt up, kissing her exposed collarbone all the way down to her chest. She stroked him slowly at first, but his lips around her nipple and his tongue lapping at her nub silently encouraged her to quicken her pace. He switched his attention to her other breast as his hand grabbed the first. His lips finally met hers again, she squeezed his hardness and he moaned loudly into her mouth. She chuckled softly as she pulled away, giving a tentative nibble of his right ear lobe. At that his face fell into her chest and his teeth gave a moderate bite of her breast, she gasped in both pain and pleasure.

He could feel the familiar tingling in his groin despite all of his efforts to resist, wishing he could stay in this moment just a little longer. He didn't realize just how much more enjoyable this was when it was someone else doing it to you. He could feel himself panting, and Helga could anticipate what was going to happen. He couldn't suppress his wild groaning as her hand moved quickly over him.

His body jerked and he felt his satisfaction exploding out of him, all over his exposed belly and Helga's hand. He laid there out of breath, and Helga planted soft kisses on his face and neck. She looked up at him suddenly, a smirk engraved onto her face, clearly pleased with the power she had over him just now.

"Want to play video games?" She asked innocently.

Arnold and Helga focused their attention onto the television. They were playing an FPS type game, and he was growing frustrated at her unexpected prowess. He growled when she landed a headshot on his character and set his controller down forcefully in frustration.

"Maybe we should go back downstairs and finish those dishes?" He asked, not wanting to get his butt kicked for the hundredth time in a row.

"Sure whatever you say Football Head," Helga responded and he led the way out of his room.

They crept back into the kitchen and found that the remaining dishes had been cleaned and put away already. Not daring to turn on any lights until they had to so as not to disturb the boarders.

"Must have been Oskar," Helga said sarcastically and Arnold snickered at her suggestion.

The light of the kitchen suddenly flipped on and they screamed as Gertie, standing in the doorway, cackled at their reaction.

"Hello, Kimba! Helen! I didn't expect to see you in the bunker so late," she said with a warm smile. "What brings you down here?"

"H-hi grandma we were just coming back down to finish the dishes, we got uh, distracted earlier and didn't finish them all," Arnold answered, a pink tinge crept over his cheeks.

"Well that's funny, I don't see any dishes," she remarked, motioning towards the sink.

"You're right Gertie, Arnoldo here has clearly lost his mind, we'll get out of your hair," Helga said, playfully punching Arnold's shoulder.

"Helen, stay for a moment. Kimba you go on up to your room. Girl talk," Gertie said with a wink.

Arnold and Helga exchanged confused glances. Helga just shrugged and he nodded his head to his grandmother before retreating up the stairs to his room. Helga smiled awkwardly, not exactly sure why Arnold's grandmother was suddenly interested in talking to her, but had a faint idea it would involve Arnold. Gertie smiled and sat at the table in the breakfast nook, holding a hand out indicating Helga to sit down.

"S-so what did you wanna talk about, Gertie?" Helga asked politely.

"Have you ever heard the story of how Phil and I got together?" Gertie asked in response.

"Uh no, I guess I haven't."

"Well I've known Phil practically all my life, and I knew from the moment I laid eyes on him that I had to have. Of course, that was when we were children, you see. Now children tend to not be the most emotionally...intelligent people. I didn't know how to express my feelings for Phil and of course I feared rejection being such a proud and strong girl. So I bullied him, constantly and vigorously. Any attention he paid me I figured was good at the time," she sighed, her eyes were distant as she recalled the memories of her past childhood.

"But I wasn't always so mean to Phil, you know. There were still times even as a bratty kid I would try and do right by him. Often in unseen ways but regardless of the mean things I did to him, I always wanted him to be happy. One day when we were in highschool, my secret do-goodery had been caught. He didn't always do so well in school and we had a test that day, I overheard him telling some of the other boys that he didn't do well."

"So I had broken into the classroom and changed his test results, as I was just finishing, Phil had come into the classroom, he wanted to talk to our teacher about the exam and see if he couldn't get a do-over. He caught me red-handed with his test in my hands. Once he realized what I had done, he had started to piece together the other seemingly random fortunate things that had happened over the years," Gertie had a wide grin on her face, she chuckled and continued.

"At that point he started questioning me about things and I admitted everything to him. He saw me in such a different light from that point on. I was thrilled when he started taking a liking to me. I didn't need to hide behind my silly charade anymore, and he even started really liking me.

"Well we were going steady for a while, but he decided to join up with the army during the war. I remember the day he told me that he was going to be sent out overseas, he told me he wanted to stay together. He wanted us to keep in touch over letters. Now at first I was fine with it, I finally had the boy I had been pining after for all those years," she said, Helga noticed something in her voice that told her the story wasn't finished yet.

"So what happened?"

"He sent me a letter, and I was so overwhelmed I didn't know what to do. It didn't seem right, this brave man fighting for our country overseas, to be fawning over someone like me at home. I was so in love with him, and knowing that at any time he could send me a letter ending things scared me. Knowing that I might write to him and never hear from or see him again scared me. I didn't want to go through something like that. I never responded to his letters, for a while anyway. I finally sent him one back telling him to leave me alone, that I didn't want to be with him anymore."

"What did he say?"

"Nothing. And why should he have? It wasn't until he was back home that I saw him again. There was a musical performance one night at the Circle Theatre, so I got all gussied up with some friends and happened to stumble into him there," Gertie said.

This is all sounding too fucking familiar, Helga thought but quickly tuned back into Gertie's story.

"I didn't know what to do! I felt a mixture of anger, guilt, and embarrassment seeing him there. But Phil was just so excited having finally seen me again. He had pursued me throughout the evening and once I finally let my mind be open to him, we ended up talking all night. And that's truly where things began for us. We've been together ever since," she finally finished. Helga smiled warmly at her.

"That's a...lovely story, Gertie. But, you wanted me to stay here so you could tell me all that?"

The old woman cocked an eyebrow at Helga, "Something like that, yes. Kimba has not had it easy these last few years. Phil and I were concerned shortly after you moved away. He's developed some...issues over time. Miles and Stella's condition certainly only made things infinitely worse, I imagine. But there are many things he isn't willing to talk to us about. He certainly took things a lot harder than Phil did all those years ago."

"Y-yeah. He kinda told me about some stuff."

Gertie was suddenly looking at Helga quite seriously, "I have a feeling you don't know everything quite yet, Helen. I don't think Kimba recovered from his heartache in the same way his grandfather did. He has had too much happen and at very a young age, and he's such a sensitive boy. And I don't think this journey, should you decide to embark on it, will be easy for you either. There will come a time when you and Arnold will have a decision to make, Helga. Several, possibly."

Okay this is getting fucking weird, Helga remarked to herself, hearing Gertie use her actual name.

Gertie started to stand from the table, "He needs help. More than what Stella and Miles or Phil and myself are able to offer. I was lucky with Phil, he never wavered from who he was and is still very much the same since the day I met him, always has been. Kimba isn't. He is still in a lot of ways a good boy, but I do think you need to be careful."

She had started walking out of the room, but turned once more and her eyes met Helga's wide and almost fearful ones. Helga could feel a strange twisting in her stomach at her words. I need to be careful? Of fucking Football Head? What does that even mean?

It was as if Gertie was reading her mind, "In due time things will reveal themselves. For the both of you. Now this old woman needs to rest. Glad you could wait out the storm with us, Helen and I'm happy we could have this talk."

She retreated up the stairs into her room, leaving Helga in the dimly lit kitchen to ponder her words. A lump had formed in her throat as she recalled what Gertie said to her. A flash of lightning and a large clap of thunder made her jump.

The fuck is going on with you, Arnold? she asked herself before ascending the stairs to his room.

It was starting to get late now, around 9:30 p.m., and Arnold couldn't help but notice how quiet Helga was since coming upstairs. He was concerned about the conversation she had had with his grandmother, but she assured him over and over that she was simply recalling old stories of her and Phil. He didn't really understand why his grandmother would insist on speaking to Helga alone just to talk about old love stories, but he had to take it on faith since she wouldn't budge.

Maybe she's just tired? Or annoyed? I wonder if I did something to upset her, he thought. He opened his mouth to speak to her but she interrupted him before he could.

"Arnold are you having some problems or something? Like is there something going on you don't want me to know about?" She asked him in a way that was much more tender than what was typical of Helga.

"What do you mean?"

"I-I guess I don't know. I'm just, I dunno, worried about you," she said and looked deeply into his green eyes.

He didn't know quite how to answer that. While he certainly felt like basically everything in his life was a problem at the moment, he didn't feel like he was ready to talk to her about a lot of things at that point. After all, he had only just reconnected with her the day before. His mind flashed back to some of the panic attacks he had had recently and, for some reason, the persistent pink blur of his dreams.

He was so angry or sad most of the time, but he didn't really want Helga to know about all that. She didn't need to bear witness to his more impulsive and destructive tendencies, let alone have knowledge of them. Seeing him punch Sid was enough of a glimpse and he wanted to shield her from it.

Arnold had a lot that he didn't want to talk to her about. Not yet. She was finally here, after so long and he didn't want to frighten her away like before. Maybe he could let her into his world later, but right now he didn't want to touch on his problems. Even if he only had this one night with her he wasn't going to let himself ruin it or taint it.

Helga herself was struggling. She realized how quickly things had moved between them and was concerned they were getting themselves in deep at a breakneck speed. She literally only moved back two days ago, and had barely finished getting her room back together before she was obsessing over him again. She knew there were a lot of things she was keeping close to the vest and she was afraid of how he might receive some of the information she held.

She realized this was the happiest she had been in a long while, and it probably wasn't fair to ask him to divulge to her such personal stuff while she was still clinging to so many secrets. She hadn't even really given the whole story about that guy yet. Arnold himself seemed fairly content in her presence, maybe now wasn't the right time. He certainly was acting fairly normal and benign, unlike the night before. She recalled Gertie's words and told herself it was time to make a decision, even if just for tonight.

"You know what Football Head? Never mind. Wanna lay down and watch a movie?" she asked. Arnold smiled at the suggestion and went back to his movie shelf.

"Anything sound good?" He asked and his eyes grazed over the DVDs.

"Nah it doesn't matter, surprise me," she responded. He pulled one off the shelf and chuckled.

"Okay so we're kind of going out of order here, but I always thought the third Evil Twin was the best. Used to scare the shit outta me as a kid," he suggested, recalling a distant nightmare about his weird cousin Arnie.

"Can't argue with ya, there! Get it going, bucko!"

Arnold inserted the DVD and pressed play. He noticed Helga was under the covers of his bed, laying on her side to face the television. He wondered how it might feel falling asleep next to her but didn't want to make her uncomfortable. He went to his closet to grab extra bedding and started making up a spot for him to sleep on the couch.

"Aren't you gonna lay with me, Arnold?" Helga asked softly.

He stared at her for a bit, considering the suggestion. No shit he wanted to, but didn't know how far things would go if he did. They weren't even dating and he didn't want to destroy what little they had by being too impulsive. But the way her eyes seemed to be begging for him and the gentle pleading in her voice didn't make him entertain these thoughts for very long.

He walked towards the bed and hesitated before snuggling up under the blankets behind her, deliberately keeping distance between them. She grabbed his right hand and laced their fingers together, putting his arm around her. He pulled her close to him, he could smell the sweet scent of her as she laid with her back pressed into him. The rain was still falling heavily outside, the occasional crack of lightning created white fissures in the sky and casted its glow inside, highlighting the silhouette of the blonde in front of him. The light was eerie, but also astoundingly beautiful.

Arnold's arm around Helga made her feel so safe, so peaceful in that moment. Ironically, she couldn't help hearing Gertie's warning to her once again. Be careful of what? she wondered. Her thoughts were interrupted by Arnold exposing her bare neck from under her golden hair. He couldn't help himself, his mind was swirling with all the things he could have done with her, laying pressed against him like that. A pair of soft lips met her skin, she cocked her neck towards him, welcoming his affections.

The first kiss was followed by another and then another. She arched her back into him when his kisses became hungrier and she felt his tongue and teeth on her neck. His hand left her to grab at her breast over her shirt. She turned her head to try and meet his mouth, he raised himself up and their tongues twisted together. Arnold snuck his other arm under her and he worked his hands under her shirt. He was clutching at both sides of her bare chest now and her breaths hardened.

Helga's right hand met his under her shirt, and he grabbed at her with more urgency. She put her left hand into his hair, creating almost a fist as she tugged at it. He sighed into her mouth and used his fingers to rub the pink center of her left breast.

Arnold suddenly pushed her onto her back, his right arm moved to support the back of her head. His left hand was feeling the bottom hem of her shirt, he eyed her quickly as he tentatively moved the garment up, she chuckled in response and helped to pull the shirt off over her head.

He couldn't believe the lovely sight in front of him now. The occasional flash from the storm illuminated onto her skin. Helga chuckled as he stared at her so fervently, Cripes it's like he's never seen tits before. He practically had my shirt off a few hours ago.

Arnold's mouth fell to her collarbone as his free hand explored her exposed flesh. He laid her head down gently as his face moved down to kiss and lick and nibble every bit of her. Both hands were feeling her now, he used one to softly trace over her stomach making her shudder, while the other massaged her chest. His mouth found her nipple and she tried to hold back a high pitched moan.

At the sound of that he looked up, his eyes locking onto her and a sly grin splitting his face. His hand gravitated to the waistband of her pants, he untied the knot of the drawstring before sliding his hand under. Arnold expected another barrier of fabric and blushed at his realization, Oh man, she's not wearing panties. His hand was tentative at first upon meeting the smooth skin of her pelvis. The contact made her roll her hips gently and his hesitation melted away. He placed his hand under her head and his mouth met her ear.

"Your turn," he whispered and his teeth made contact with her earlobe as he moved his hand between her legs. Helga's thighs parted slightly and she felt a finger making gentle strokes over her clit. She moaned and Arnold's mouth fell to hers, obscuring the sound.

Her breath had quickened and unintentional soft moans left her mouth with every exhale. Arnold advanced his hand, slipping his middle finger into her and using his thumb to massage her sensitive bud of nerve-endings. She gasped loudly as he worked his finger around inside of her. She was so wet and warm and feeling this part of her excited him. He wanted to burn the memory of how she felt into his brain forever. He knew this was the time to hold back his primal instincts and he did so fairly obediently. He could have let her have him right then and there, but had to remind himself why that probably wasn't wise right now. Of course that didn't mean he couldn't have his fun playing with her, though.

Arnold pulled his face from hers, wanting to make sure she was feeling every bit of pleasure from this as he intended. Her eyes had closed and the breathy sounds she was exuding was every bit of the reaction he was hoping for. She was rolling her hips into his hand, and he timed his finger sliding forward and back inside of her with her movements.

He knew he didn't have a lot of experience in the bedroom, Lila had been extremely modest and trying these kinds of things with her honestly just didn't feel right. He fingered a girl named Angela in a closet at a party once, who drunkenly felt him up over his jeans. They had never spoken again and it made Arnold feel more dirty than anything afterwards. This moment was everything to him however, and he was happy he was sober now and could think back on it later.

He pressed his thumb a bit more firmly onto the bud between her legs while leaning his head down to gently bite her nipple, and she moaned fiercely in response. She was absolutely relishing everything he was doing to her and could feel what started as a spark between her legs begin to electrify her throughout her body.

He moved his head up to face her and her eyes blinked open to find his, feeling him close to her face.

"You're so wet," he said with an impish grin.

Helga's hand found the back of his head and she pressed his forehead to hers.

"Please, don't stop Arnold," she commanded, her eyes were half-lidded and her breaths suddenly quickened. He obediently continued his motions, never once dreaming of stopping what he was doing to her now. He could tell she was close to climaxing and locked lips with her, he wanted to feel as much of her as he could in that moment. She moaned wildly into his mouth, her hips bucking as pleasure overwhelmed her. Helga's body went suddenly limp and Arnold removed his hand from her, pecking her mouth with kisses over and over again.

Afterwards, they cuddled back up into each other, he gently caressed the back of her hair and she hummed in contentment. The storm continued raging in the atmosphere around them but they paid no mind to the inclement weather. They laid there making small talk for a while, discussing school and video games and laughing at each other's jokes until slumber finally enveloped them.

Arnold was standing on the rooftop of the Sunset Arms boarding house. Thunder boomed and lightning crashed fiercely all around him. He looked around in confusion, no rain was falling and there was no water flowing through the streets like the report predicted. Yet the sidewalks were totally empty and the windows of the buildings surrounding him were blackened. He didn't understand, why had they shut down the buses and the subway? Why had they cancelled school?

Helga, he thought suddenly, remembering that she had been there with him. He was concerned now, spinning around and finding himself alone, he couldn't see her anywhere. Hadn't she just spent the day there with him? Gentle, honeyed laughter pricked his ears and his head whipped around wildly, unable to pinpoint where the sound originated from.

"Helga? Where are you?" he asked in a near shout, as thunder threatened to drown out his voice.

The laughter sounded again, but he was no closer to finding its source. He tried to open his window into his bedroom but the lock had been fastened and his fingers fumbled uselessly trying to pry it open. He felt someone behind him and turned hastily to see Helga standing there, smiling at him with her arms crossed. She was wearing a pink dress with white sneakers, and her hair was done up in two dutch braids. He was so relieved that she was okay, he stood himself up to hug her but quickly stumbled forward, his arms embracing nothing. She was gone again.

He ran around the rooftop, looking for her. Suddenly he heard a distant voice calling to him.

"Hey Arnold!"

Arnold was able to determine the voice was coming from below him and looked out to see Helga waving from the street. The thunder and lightning seemed to have increased in frequency and he hurried down the fire escape, desperate to get them to safety. Why was she acting so strangely? He tried to jog to her but she giggled at his advances and ran.

What is she thinking?! he asked himself and willed his legs to hit the pavement faster.

He tried as best as he could to shorten the distance between them but his legs felt strangely gelatinous and uncooperative. Still he pressed on, finally seeming to catch up. They were finally face-to-face, her expression had changed from one of gentle happiness to one of intense anger, it was borderline hateful. He slowly walked toward her and she didn't move an inch from where she stood. There was an intense wind blowing, and every flash of lightning was shining in her eyes making her appear almost threatening.

Arnold froze, he thought they had maybe finally reconciled and now she was acting like this. He didn't understand it, but he wasn't willing to let her run away from him, not again.

"Helga, stop this. This isn't funny. I thought maybe you finally lov-,"

"Thought maybe I what, Football Head?" she interrupted in a low and cold voice.

He only heard that voice from her one other time in his life. He was seething in anger at her now as words from the past seemed to echo all around him.

"Just forget about me okay?"

"I don't want to hear from you."

"Stop calling me, stop texting me, stop thinking about me and lose my number."

"Don't call me anymore."

She turned to walk away, and he ran around to the front of her to obstruct her escape.

"You're not leaving again! You don't get to fucking leave me again," he commanded, his green eyes were wild with rage as he screamed at her.

Helga continued to glare at him and her face was streaming with tears now. But he could only feel anger towards her now. How dare she destroy him again? He finally got to see her, dance with her, and touch her in ways he never had before. Why was she leaving now? His thoughts only further enraged him, his eyes swirled with possessiveness and fury.

"Stop crying," he demanded and she looked up at him painfully.

He reached out to take her by the arm to walk her back to his home and a blinding flash of lightning split the sky as he grabbed her. He was confused, nothing but air in his hands. A faint pink blur floated where Helga had just stood. He reached out to grab it but it simply floated away, eluding him as it always has. He felt tears in his eyes as he chased after it, his heart pounding in fear. What have I done? I ruined her, I made her leave me again!

A large thunderclap sounded and Arnold bolted upright. His chest was heaving and he was covered in sweat. He fumbled around his bed, and felt Helga's bare back still laying next to him. He sighed in relief and went to look at the time on his phone. It's like three a.m., it was just a dream. Thank god it was just a dream. He silently left the bed and exited his room, going to the bathroom. He tried to turn on the light but it was to no avail, Guess the power's out, he thought and turned on the tap for the sink.

After splashing some cold water on his face, he made his way to the basement, using the light on his phone to guide him. He tried flipping the breakers on the power box but it was of no use. He found a switch to start up the generator, and flipped it before making his way back upstairs and into his bedroom.

He crept back into bed as stealthily as he could. Once he was under the covers he laid on his back, his hands under his head. The rain was still pouring ceaselessly outside and he watched it as he reflected on the strange and somewhat disturbing dream he just had. He knew his therapist was going to have a field day with all the shit he had gotten himself into over the course of the weekend.

He could feel himself lulling back to sleep and turned himself to face Helga's smooth back. He delicately traced little shapes into her skin with his fingers for a while before kissing her and slinging an arm around her. He inhaled her smell deeply and nestled close to her before falling back to sleep. Thankfully, dreams would not return to disturb him for the rest of the night.