His heart was racing with every step. Standing in front of the door he checked and rechecked to assure this was the right room, that she was really here and this wasn't some cruel nightmare. He would give anything to wake up from this. Taking a deep breath he opened the door. His heart lurched with the realization that this indeed was really happening. "Hey Helga," the boy spoke into the silence. He hated this. The liveliest person he knew was surrounded by artificial sounds. The beeping of her heart monitor,the drops of water from the IV drip, they all became reminders that she was in here because of him. He barely had a scratch on him and she was fighting for her life. Swallowing down his emotions he walked closer to her, pulling the chair to her bed. Feeling the need for physical contact, he reached out and grabbed her hand.
"I'm so sorry Helga. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't have pushed me away."
He thought of what she would say if she saw him. Of how she would probably tease him for being soft. Of how she would probably yank her hand from his. Over the years he found he welcomed these things about her. He couldn't believe how much he missed them now.
He looked down at her, never letting go of her hand. His thumb began stroking the knuckles, She never looked so peaceful. He didn't want to let her go. Smiling at the contented look on her face he wondered what she was thinking about and prayed she wasn't in pain.
Helga was in a meadow lying on the softest blanket. Running her hands slightly through it she opened up her favorite book and began reading, a gentle breeze blowing and her fingers danced across the freshly cut grass. This place was paradise. Colors were enhanced, senses sharpened, sounds melodious. She was in her own little world and wondered what she did to deserve this serenity.
She smiled when she felt the blanket ruffle and sighed when she felt the light pressure of a kiss on her neck. No words were exchanged between the two as they stared into each other's eyes. Her boy was always beautiful but right now he had her mesmerized. He was dressed in all white, the first two buttons of his crisp shirt unbuttoned revealing his taut chest. He moved closer and she closed her eyes taking in his scent. What was that scent? Never knowing what it was or how to explain it she always described it as goodness. It was sweet and musky and made her brain short circuit, especially at this proximity. His half lidded gaze left her pinned in her spot, not that she had any plans on moving anyway.
He hovered over her, his voice sounding like music. "Everything you ever wanted is right here. I'm right here and I never plan on leaving your side." Taking her hand he placed a sweet kiss to her wrist before putting her hand over his chest, his heartbeat was rapid and erratic. "You feel that," he added. "It's yours. It's for you. It's all for you."
Keeping her hand on his she shucked her book away and ran her fingers on his chest. She wanted more contact, needed more, craved it even. Hastily she ripped the rest of his buttons off and ran her fingers over his chest, his arms, his stomach—she craved his touch. His eyes widened at her boldness, his smirk undeniable. He shirked the torn piece of clothing off to lie in the grass beside the long forgotten book. Pressing closer to her, he lowered his head to place a kiss to her ankles trailing his lips against her skin before kissing the sensitive area behind her knees. She shuddered as his hands found the hem of her dress. Biting her lip she lifted as he discarded the piece of clothing, her hands reaching for his pants. He swatted at them and kissed her pout away before removing them for her. One minute later and the duo was completely naked in front of each other. Helga knew she should have been nervous, but she was completely comfortable, knowing he would take care of her.
He looked over her, seemingly in awe. His stare made her nervous, made her want to find her clothes until he dipped down and whispered "you are so beautiful," into her ear. He then began biting and flicking his tongue on her earlobe.
That set her off. Grabbing his face she pulled him down and kissed him ferociously, desperately mewling into his mouth. His groan amplified matters and he pressed impossibly closer sending electricity everywhere their skin touched. The pressure was swirling, building low in her belly. She hooked her legs behind his back, grinding into his hardness and begging for release.
She was already breathing harder, panting, unraveling when his hands began to canvas her body. Each area he touched made her gasp slightly, causing ripples of pleasure to radiate through her. He grabbed massaged, kissed, licked, nipped, explored, and revered. Looking over at her for permission, he grabbed her hand interlacing his fingers with hers. She nodded slightly and he entered her slowly, easing his way in.
She was so tight, so wet. His dick twitched as she fluttered around him, the feeling almost made him lose concentration. She was milking him, taking everything he had to give. Still it wasn't enough. She desperately grabbed his ass needing him to go deeper and he obliged, twisting his hips and plunging into her further, each grunted thrust causing her to moan. All he wanted was for her to be his in a way no one else could. Hearing her moan and scream his name, keening in pleasure let him know he got his wish.
She was so close. Being here with him, doing this with him, loving him this way was already enough to send her over the edge. His hand feverishly twisting her clit only made it happen faster. She closed her eyes, seeing stars behind them. Her body was wracked with aftershocks. She felt like he destroyed her and rebuilt her 1000 times in each passing minute. A few thrusts later he came crashing down beside her with her name on his lips. She felt boneless, weightless. She opened her eyes to see their hands still intertwined although their grip was loosened. Wearing twin smiles they panted, both struggling to return to normal. She smiled when he brought her closer. She gently kissed his collarbone tasting the salty sheen of sweat that accumulated there, well everywhere really. She whispered the words she was finally unafraid to say to him. "I love you Arnold."
A sense of peace washed over her and she felt a huge weight lift from her. She closed her eyes at the birds chirping and melted when she felt him peppering kisses on her damp face, branding 'I love yous' into her skin.
This was bliss. Pure unadulterated bliss and she would do anything to stay in this moment.
Arnold didn't realize how long he prayed but when his eyes opened his sight was a little blurry. Arnold looked down at their clasped hands and furrowed his brow when he saw the drop of water roll from her thumb onto the blanket. It never registered that they were his tears. She was right there, right in front of his face, but she never seemed so far away.
"I need you to wake up. I need you to be okay. I need you Helga. I need you more than I've ever needed anyone before." He saw an errant strand of blond and tucked it behind her ear gently. "You mean more to me than I ever dreamed. You mean the world to everyone. Please fight. Please come back to me." He let go of her hand and gently kissed the top of her forehead. "Helga, I-I—" He gasped slightly when the machine showing her blood pressure spiked, cutting of his declaration. Nervous that he made matters worse, he pushed the emergency button, and her nurses rushed into the room.
He was so shocked and scared for Helga he hadn't noticed the looming, imposing figure aggressively yanking his collar, tossing him into the wall. His head hit the wall slightly and tears involuntarily rimmed his eyes. The man was enraged; his knuckles turning white, as his grip tightened. His fury helped lift Arnold off the ground. The teen grasped on to the man's shoulders for leverage.
He began shaking and Arnold thought he would die right there in the hospital. He spoke to the teen in a low dangerous tone: "You got some nerve going in there after what you did, kid."