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They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.
Title: "Leave the lights on"
In the last chapter: After Arnold woke up next to Helga in the same bed at Big Bear, she insisted nothing had happened the former night. But a few days later, the other boys saw obvious hickeys on Arnold's body and he realized Helga lied to him. Gerald confronted Arnold and told him he already had a feeling he and Helga were a sort of item, but now Arnold had admitted it to him.
When Arnold and Helga came home, Miriam and Miles left to go to Los Angeles and look at Bel Air Hotel to figure out if it was possible to have the wedding there. That left Arnold alone with Helga and gave him the chance to confront her. She admitted they had done more than she had let on, but nothing had truly happened and she told him about how he had cried due to Sid's shameless flirting. A few minutes after, they were having sex for the first time.
Author's 1st note: I don't know what to say except; sudden quickness in updating chapters – yay! Enjoy :D
[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]
Chapter 15: "A glass against his forehead"
Arnold had woken up next to Helga before, but this was completely different. The blissful memories from last night made him feel lightheaded and calm all at once. He inhaled the scent of her hair which tickled his nose and caused him to chuckle. The sound made her stir in her sleep and before she opened her eyes, he kissed her shoulder tenderly.
Helga smiled. "Good morning."
"Good morning." Arnold greeted before she put her hands on his cheeks and kissed him. She climbed on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her playfully. He felt his reaction to her skin pressed against his and considered giving into the urges, but he had to tell her something first. "Helga."
"Don't worry. I'm on birth control."
"Huh?" Arnold questioned and pulled away.
"I figured you were worried because we didn't use anything last night, but I've been on pills since I was thirteen so it's fine." Helga explained and kissed his throat.
"Thirteen?" Arnold repeated in surprise.
"Yeah. Birth control also controls the period and mine was beyond irregular."
"Huh. I didn't know that." Arnold said curiously.
"Why would you?" Helga pointed out and kissed him down his chest.
Arnold moaned. "I-It's good to know though…" he said and closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation of Helga's tongue on his hipbone. "That we, uh - - "
"Can fuck without any worries?" Helga asked teasingly while grabbing the hem of his boxers.
"Yeah, that." Arnold agreed breathlessly. Wasn't there something I wanted to tell her? He wondered even as she kissed him through his boxers. There was… something… "I remember!"
Helga whipped her head up in shock due to Arnold's sudden and loud exclamation. "Remember what?"
"What I actually wanted to tell you before." Arnold explained and put his hands on her cheeks to pull her closer, but mostly because he feared the hickey on her throat would distract him – he had made it after all. "About… what we talked about yesterday."
Helga blushed, thinking he had realized what she had tried to convey to him yesterday through her actions. She had hoped he wouldn't make a big deal out of it; she felt embarrassed and shy enough as it was.
"That thing about Sid…"
"Huh?" Helga said in disbelief. "Why are you still - - "
"I-I just have to be honest with you… I trust you; I do, but I can't promise I won't get jealous again. I'm still insecure and I hope you can see it from my point of view - - "
"No, I can't. Tell me." Helga ordered and grabbed Arnold's hands to pull them away.
Crap. She's angry. Arnold and gulped. "I-It's just, um… Helga, I understand and respect that you… that you don't know how you feel and I don't want to give up on you, not at all." He told her as calmly as he could, barely noticing the look of anger on her face changing into one of pure confusion. "But I just want you to understand that not knowing how you feel makes me insecure and that's why - - "
"Whoa, whoa, wait. What do you mean you don't know how I feel?" Helga asked, her eyebrows gradually furrowing.
Arnold blinked in confusion. "Well… you told me that you don't even know how you feel. How am I supposed to know?"
"Did you miss what I told you last night?"
"Last night?"
"Yeah! After I told you that you were crying at Big Bear. I told you that it broke my heart; what does that tell you?" Helga asked him in frustration. The boy simply blinked a couple of times though and Helga groaned. "Oh, well. I guess I knew you were pretty dense."
"Hey!"
"It's the truth, bucko." Helga said before grabbing his hands and yanking him up until he was sitting up as well. "What I meant by that…" she continued and gulped nervously. "When I said that, I was trying to tell you… S-Since Big Bear, I've been thinking a lot and… Oh, for crying out loud, never mind. I'm in love with you, ok?"
Helga watched as Arnold blinked slowly a couple of times, seemingly in shock. Then a deep blush spread on his cheeks. "S… S-Say that again."
Helga smiled adoringly at him. "I'm in love with you…" she told him slowly and put her hand on his cheek. "I realized after Big Bear… Well, sort of. I just noticed how much I hated seeing you so sad, especially because of me, and… and I did some soul searching, I guess. I still haven't come to terms with it and I'm not sure how to act, so you should still be patient with me, but yes… Y-Yes, I'm in love with you."
Arnold was still staring at Helga in silence. She almost got impatient with him until she felt her hand moving. She looked down on the hand which was still holding his and noticed that it wasn't her shaking; it was him. When she looked back up, she saw that his eyes were shut tightly and he was twitching from time to time.
"Huh? N-No way. Arnold!" Helga said and patted his cheek. "I-I told you, I don't know what to do when people cry!"
"I'm not crying!"
"The hell you aren't! My hand is getting wet!" Helga bellowed and pulled her hand away only for him to grab it and hold it tightly on her lap.
"I-I'm really trying not to…" Arnold insisted, still refusing to open his eyes. Helga blinked as she noticed his shoulders starting to shake as well. He was truly holding back to the extent that his body was complaining.
Helga shook her head in amusement and put her hand behind his head. "I give up. Go ahead." She told him as she put his forehead on her shoulder to let it rest it there. She played absentmindedly with his hair as she felt the hot tears stream down her shoulder and she felt an odd sort of happiness soaring through her. I guess I can't blame him… She thought and closed her eyes in content.
Arnold had a hard time not grinning all the way to school even though Helga kept bumping her shoulder and elbow against him to make his smile go away. When they walked into the classroom, Helga deliberately put her earplugs in her ears and did her best to seem casual around Arnold even though they were sitting next to each other.
The boys were quick to notice Arnold's dumb smile and Sid slithered into the seat next to the blonde boy. "Were you with Miss Hickey last night?" he asked.
Arnold blushed at the question and looked at the boys around him. "Um… y-yeah." He admitted. He figured he couldn't do much else; denying it might lead to more suspicion after all. He shot a quick look at Helga and saw that she was writing absentmindedly in her notebook while bopping her head to the music from her phone.
"Tell us about her already!" Harold insisted and swung a chair around so he could rest his arms on the backrest.
"Uh… w-what do you want to know?" Arnold asked, unsure how to get out of this interrogation. He noticed Gerald approaching them and prayed his best friend could help him if necessary.
"Where did you meet her?" Eugene asked innocently, which the other boys scowled at. They were obviously hoping for some sleazy details, but Arnold was almost sighing with relief.
"I actually met her on the bus a long time ago, but… we didn't start seeing each other until recently." Arnold explained honestly. He could say that much, right? There was no reason to come up with a complicated lie, it was easier just to tell as much of the truth he could get away with.
"Has she given you more hickeys?" Harold asked as he wiggled his one eyebrow.
Arnold's lips turned into two thin lines and did his best not to look at Helga to check whether she was listening or not. "I haven't checked, but… maybe."
"Did you give her any?"
"Uh… p-possibly. Could you please ask proper questions!" Arnold begged.
"Or stop interrogating him altogether." Gerald interfered. "Let him keep his mystery girl to himself."
"Easy for you to say, Gerald! You probably already know everything about her!" Sid insisted, which Gerald shrugged at. He looked towards Helga whom he noticed was turning the music down on her earplugs. She had obviously been listening this whole time, but now she wanted to hear them clearly.
"Could we at least get her name?" Stinky asked with a grin.
Arnold's eyes widened. A name. A name you can remember later. He told himself. "H-Hel-Hilda." He told them nervously and smiled goofily afterwards, hoping it seemed love-smitten rather than guilty.
"Hilda?" Harold repeated in surprise. "You don't hear that name a lot."
Helga, who had been looking disinterestedly at her notebook the whole time, looked up towards nothing at all and proceeded to massage her temple in frustration. This fucking idiot. She thought and let her hand slide down her neck, subconsciously pulling her sweatshirt up higher even though her hickey was already completely covered.
"Good morning, class." Mrs. Oah said as she appeared in the doorframe and closed the door behind her.
While everyone went to their seats, Helga pulled her earplugs out of her ears. After putting them down her pocket, she leaned back casually with her arms behind her. She noticed Arnold shooting her a worried look and just as he looked back at their teacher, she smacked him at the back of his head.
Arnold didn't make a sound, merely flinched a little bit. "Sorry…" he whispered and heard her groan, but he couldn't help but smile anyway. He was still a very happy young man.
A few days went by and before the blondes knew it, it was Saturday evening. While Miriam and Miles were downstairs, discussing the smaller details of the ceremony at Bel Air Hotel, Arnold was in Helga's room, talking with her as they both get redressed.
"It's a good thing they are too hung up on the wedding planning to be concerned with us." Helga said breathlessly as she threw Arnold's shirt back at him.
He laughed. "I still don't understand when the date of the wedding is. It's as if they can't make up their mind." He answered as he dragged his arms through the sleeves and left it open as he grabbed his pants.
Arnold watched as Helga's naked body sauntered over to her closet and opened it. "Oh, they'll tell us when we need to know. Right now we should just be grateful." She said and send him a wink over her shoulder. "You still want to go to Rhonda's party?"
"Only if you want to."
"Considering how her last party ended for us, I'm not sure if we should go." She answered honestly before grabbing a pair of black jeans which were ripped, not by design, but due to them being worn-out. "That being said, I feel like drinking tonight honestly. If you will allow it of course?"
"Helga - - "
"I'm just teasing you." Helga interrupted and grabbed a graffiti painted, baggy t-shirt and threw it over her chest.
"You're… not wearing a bra?" Arnold asked in slight confusion once he had finished zipping his pants.
"There are no shoulders on this t-shirt so no." Helga answered before pulling the jeans up over her hips. "Besides…" she continued and wiggled her shoulders sensually. "I like the way you look at me right now."
Arnold frowned as if he was insulted, but he couldn't deny it. The black t-shirt hid what it had to hide, but the shape of her breasts were more natural than round and it constantly reminded him that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"Rhonda wouldn't like it very much if we are more than fashionably late." Helga said, approached Arnold and started buttoning his shirt. He looked down at her fingers as she did so, feeling his body reacting to her every touch despite what they had done just five minutes before. When she reached his collar, she grabbed it and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He gasped in surprise, but held her by her head and responded eagerly.
The kiss was interrupted by the feeling of Arnold's cell phone vibrating in his pocket. They both moaned at the unsuspected sensation, but Helga was quick to react. She smirked at Arnold as she stuck her hand into his pocket and purposely let it touch his crotch before offering it to him. He shot her a bit of a dirty look, but smiled before putting the phone to his ear.
"Gerald?"
"Why do you sound so outta breath, man?" Gerald asked on the other side of the phone just before he heard Helga's voice laugh teasingly. "Oh, never mind; I can figure out why. Hi, Helga."
"Hey, Gerald." Helga answered into the phone before kissing Arnold's lips once more and let go of him to grab her shoes.
"What's up?" Arnold asked as casually as he could even though he felt a little embarrassed knowing that Gerald had technically just caught him and Helga in the middle of something.
"I just wanted to tell you that you and Helga don't have to pick me and Phoebe up anyway. Jamie O let me borrow his car."
"I thought he didn't trust you with it?"
"No, but he trusts Phoebe with it apparently." Gerald explained.
Arnold could easily imagine the sour look on his face. "So you two are going together, huh?"
"And you're going with your stepsister!"
"Oh, come on - - "
"Yeah, yeah. I just need to get used to it… It's great that she's in love with you too though." Gerald said and chuckled. "That's new, huh?"
"See you, Gerald." Arnold said with a frown and hung up as he heard Gerald laugh through his phone. He was right though; it was a new feeling to know that someone cared for you the same way you cared about them. He looked up and got eye contact with Helga. When she smiled at him, he smiled fondly back.
"Hi, Helga. I'm almost surprised to see you." Rhonda said when Helga and Arnold arrived at her mansion. She eyed Helga's outfit and considered making a snide comment, but she knew from experience that wouldn't end well for herself so she held her tongue.
"You shouldn't be. We said we were coming."
"But you're late. And I'm talking about actual late." Rhonda pointed out.
"Sorry, Rhonda." Arnold interfered and pulled Helga along with him before the girls could start fighting. "Why are you two always like that?"
"Because she's a miserable bitch who can't handle that one of her subjects won't kiss her ass whenever she sees her."
Arnold shook his head in amusement before he noticed the bar to his right. "Want me to get you a scotch? And yes, you are allowed to drink."
Helga held her tongue and smirked; he knew her too well. "Sure. Thank you." She said and watched as he walked towards the bartender. She looked through the hoard of people and saw Phoebe waving at her from the living room. The petite girl was sitting next to Gerald who just noticed Helga and smiled politely at her. "Arnold." Helga called and he turned to look at her. "I'll join Gerald and Phoebe in the living room, ok? We'll be sitting on the couches."
Arnold nodded in understanding and turned to talk to the bartender. Helga chuckled as she approached Phoebe and Gerald and sat down in the couch standing obliquely to the couch the newborn couple was sitting in.
"Konbanwa, Helga." Phoebe greeted with a smile.
"Good evening to you too, Phoebs." Helga said with a smile that faded a bit when she looked at Gerald. "You too, Gerald."
Gerald seemed pensive for a moment, but then smiled. "I think I know why you two were late."
Helga's eyebrow quirked at the suggestable comment. "And you are ok with that?"
"Can't be much else; Arnold's my best friend. I won't say that I get it and I'm still not sure if this won't just end up hurting the both of you." Gerald admitted seriously, but then groaned dramatically. "I just can't believe he got laid before me!"
Helga made one loud snicker before she went into a frantic laugh. "Criminy! Could you have said that while he was here? His face would have been priceless!" she bellowed before pumping her fist against Gerald's shoulder.
The darker boy smirked. "I'll repeat it when he's here."
"You're such a good friend." Helga said sarcastically just before a glass of scotch appeared before her eyes. She flinched and leaned back in the couch and noticed a hand holding the glass and she sighed in realization. "Why, thank you." She said, took the glass and turned to look at whom she had imagined would be Arnold. "Sid?"
"The one and only." Sid said before jumping over the couch and sitting next to Helga. "I saw you coming in with Arnold and went to get you a glass of scotch."
Helga gave a tense smile. "Thank you, Sid. That was, um… sweet of you." She said, unsure of what else to say. She took a quick sip from it and moaned at the taste before gulping a big part of it down. She could see in her peripheral vision that Arnold was approaching them with two glasses in his hands, one with scotch and one with something Helga couldn't see what was.
Arnold halted when he saw Sid sitting next to Helga. The blonde girl shrugged apologetically; she couldn't do much else without seeming suspicious. The boy sighed and decided to ignore it. It wasn't Helga's fault and Sid had probably just been trying to be polite.
Yeah, right. Arnold thought right after and approached the group. "Hi, guys." He said and looked unsurely at the two glasses in his hands. "Uh - - "
"Oh, thanks, man!" Gerald said and grabbed the scotch from Arnold. "It's been a long time since I had scotch."
"You're welcome." Arnold said in appreciation.
Gerald gestured with his glass before drinking from it. "Yeah, that hit the spot." He said, but coughed right after. Phoebe started massing his back soothingly and he smiled in appreciation at her.
"Come and sit here, Arnold." Helga suggested and was about to move to her left in order to make room for Arnold between herself and Sid, but Sid grabbed her gently by her shoulder and helped her move to her right instead.
Arnold ignored the sting he felt from the sight of Sid's hand on Helga and sat down next to her. Ignore it. Sid is just touching her shoulder. He thought and reminded himself that he had kissed that same shoulder countless times within just the last few days. He had no reason to be jealous.
There was a bit of a tense silence between the small group with the exception of Sid who was chatting excitedly to Helga and not with her since she was hardly responding. She was looking at him and nodding when it was appropriate, but she was more focused on her foot which she had deliberately placed over Arnold's. It looked innocent and casual due to the way Helga was sitting with her back turned to him, but Arnold knew she was doing it on purpose to soothe him. It worked. At least until Sid suggested he and Helga should dance.
"Oh, I really don't like this song." Helga tried, but Sid grabbed her hand anyway. She automatically held her glass out, attempting to put it on the small coffee table, but Arnold ended up grabbing it and held it as he watched his stepsister step out on the dance floor with one of his friends. She shot him a quick apologetic look before Sid started dancing in front of her and she was forced to join him. She had deliberately pulled her hand out of his though.
"You ok?" Gerald asked in a whisper and Arnold nodded.
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" he asked sarcastically and looked at Helga's glass. He could see a small smudge from her pink lip gloss on it and couldn't stop himself from drinking from the same spot. The taste of scotch was mixed with the cherry scented lip gloss and it was intoxicating in more ways than one. "This is nothing." He insisted. "Sid just gets to dance with her… A half hour ago I was doing much more than that, so it's not a big deal."
Gerald's eyebrow quirked at Arnold's words. "That sounds good in theory, but you're almost about to break that glass." He said as he pointed at Arnold's hand. The blonde boy loosened his grip, but his shoulders were still tense. "Come on. Let's go in another room or something." The taller boy suggested and grabbed Phoebe's hand. Arnold followed the couple obediently, but not before shooting a last glance in Helga's direction.
Helga didn't fail in noticing that Arnold had left with the others. "Sid, I meant it when I said I think this song sucks." She told him, hoping her lame excuse would make him realize her disinterest.
"Then just listen to my voice."
Oh. Ugh. Helga thought and groaned. "Sid, you're obviously not taking the hint so I will be brutally honest with you; I'm not interested, ok?"
Sid looked surprised for a moment, but then smirked. "I bet I can change your mind." He insisted and moved closer to her.
"And I bet you can't." Helga stated and considered leaving him on the dance floor.
"Let me prove you wrong." Sid suggested sensually.
"How? By taking me on a date?"
"No. By showing you that I can please you."
"Excuse me - - " Helga said when she realized what Sid was getting at, but it was too late; he had already grabbed her by her neck and was kissing her with a form of passion she didn't know he had. All she felt in the moment was disgust and with him being so close, she could truly smell the cologne he always used. It stunk of rubbing alcohol and it was sickening. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away from her and her hand went up to her mouth to smear the taste of his mouth off her.
"Was that so bad?" Sid asked with a cocky grin and moved closer to Helga again.
"One step closer and I'll hit you." She warned matter-of-factly and stood her ground. Sid didn't take her seriously though and went to grab her again. Big mistake; as soon as his hands were on her shoulders and his lips were mere inches from her, she whipped her head back and bumped it into his forehead harshly. He staggered back and groaned, holding his head in pain. "Not a punch, but it worked just as well."
With those words, Helga left the dance floor to find Arnold; she wanted to go home. Her hand kept going to her mouth to wipe the feeling of both guilt and disguise off, but all that disappeared was her lip gloss.
Fucking fantastic. She thought just before she found Arnold who was chatting with Gerald and Phoebe near the bar. Helga approached them and grabbed her glass of scotch out of Arnold's hand.
"God, Helga! You scared me." Arnold told the blonde as she chugged down the whole glass.
Helga put the glass down on a nearby table and grabbed Arnold by his hand. "We're going home."
"What? But you just got here." Gerald said, but Helga ignored him and pulled Arnold away. The boy looked at her in confusion, but concerned voices caught his attention and he looked into the living room, noticing a circle of people standing around Sid who was holding an empty glass to his forehead.
"Helga!" Rhonda's voice suddenly boomed from the living room. The blonde girl didn't stop walking though. "I want you out of my house, you crazy bitch!"
"I'm already leaving!" Helga shouted and kicked the door open, too impatient to wait for the butler to do it for her. He send her a hateful stare, but closed the door gently behind her nevertheless.
"Helga, what's going on?" Arnold asked in worry and jogged until he was walking next to her rather than being pulled behind her. She stayed in seemingly mortified silence though before she let go of his hand and gave him the key to the car. He took it dutifully and went to sit in the driver's seat, watching Helga as she sat next to him. "Helga?"
The blonde girl sighed before looking at Arnold with a half-assed smile. "I'll, uh… tell you about it when we get home, ok?" she suggested and wiped her mouth yet again.
Arnold still wanted to question her, but he decided against is. She had already promised to tell him when they got home so he decided to be patient. He turned on the car and drove away from Rhonda's mansion, silently wondering if Rhonda would invite them to another one of her parties again. They had left abruptly like this before when Lila had kissed him and he had…
Arnold felt as if a light bulb should have appeared over his head. His eyes widened and the only reason he didn't crash into the parked car to his left was because Helga had moved to grab the steering wheel and had pulled them away from it. She cursed at him in shock, but his nose caught a whiff of something he didn't like. Helga's usual vanilla scent was mixed with a cologne he knew all too well. When had she gotten close enough to Sid in order to have his smell rub off on her?
Even though Arnold's eyes were focused on the road, his attention was somewhere completely different. He could feel his knuckles turn white due to how tightly he was holding the wheel. Image upon image of Sid holding Helga, kissing her and worse flashed through his mind. There was no room for logic, all he felt was jealousy and confusion.
Much like the last time they got home from Rhonda's party, it felt like it took forever before they reached their house. Arnold turned the car off and pulled his seatbelt off in a hurry while Helga was more slow in her movements. The way she was chewing on her lower lip told him she felt guilty. About what, was what he feared.
Helga was barely inside the house before Arnold grabbed her hand and forced her to look at him. "Why do you smell like him?"
Helga's eyes widened. "What?"
"Sid's cologne, the one he makes himself and practically takes showers in… I can smell it." Arnold said, hoping Helga would tell him he was wrong, that he was overthinking things and that it was a misunderstanding. But she put her hand to her mouth in a guilty manner and the lump in his throat grew tighter. He pulled her closer to him by her hand and she looked at him somewhat fearfully. "I finally understand how you felt when Lila kissed me."
"Arnold - - " Helga said before he walked past her and pulled her up the stairs. She followed him dutifully, hoping that Miles and Miriam were already fast asleep. It was to the teens' luck that their parents' bedroom was far away from their own rooms, but that wasn't where Arnold was headed. Helga looked back in confusion when he walked past it and entered the bathroom instead.
Without letting go of Helga's hand, Arnold closed the door behind him, locked it within a second and grabbed at the hem of Helga's t-shirt. She lifted her arms obediently, despite her confusion, and watched him as he bend his knees and pulled her jeans off.
This is… an interesting reaction. Helga thought and couldn't help but wonder what exactly was going through Arnold's mind. Once she was stripped down, he grabbed her by her waist and hoisted her up in the bathtub. "Arnold, seriously. What are you doing?"
Arnold opened his own shirt and pulled it off his arms, which caused Helga to gulp in anticipation. "You cleaned me last time, now I'm cleaning you." He told her as he pulled his pants and boxers off.
"Cleaning?" Helga managed to question before Arnold turned the water on and she shrieked due to the cold feeling. Without a word, he adjusted the temperature and stepped into the tub with her. She turned to look at him over her shoulder, but he grabbed her and turned her around so he could clash his lips against her.
The moan Helga made when her mouth met Arnold's surprised her; she hadn't expected herself to react so strongly to a dominating situation. She was, after all, rather dominant herself so she had expected herself to get angry if anyone tried the same with her. But there was something in the way Arnold was kissing her with so much need and possessiveness that made her entire body shiver with excitement.
The water trickled down them both as they kissed. Helga responded with a certain fervor Arnold hadn't expected. Frankly, he hadn't expected any of this. These feelings of jealousy and possessiveness were foreign and yet familiar to him; he couldn't handle the thought of another guy's eyes, hands or mouth on Helga and whenever he remembered what must have happened while he was gone, he bit on her lower lip which elicited a shaky moan from her.
Arnold stopped the kiss only to reach behind Helga and grab the shower gel that was on the shelf behind her. "What did he do to you?" he asked as he squeezed the gel out of the tube.
"He took me by my neck." Helga answered with a panting voice and Arnold's hands were quick to go around her neck. Her head whipped backwards in pleasure as he massaged her neck, jaw and shoulders in a firm, but gentle way.
"Where else?" Arnold asked and his hands stilled.
"My, uh… n-nowhere else, honestly…" Helga admitted even though she had been tempted to lie and tell him Sid had touched him every else on her body.
"Then why do you smell so much like him?" Arnold asked and stepped closer to her, his face mere inches from hers.
"Uh… b-because he, um…" Helga stuttered and felt heat spread in her abdomen from the way the angered boy was looking at her. "He… kissed me." She admitted nervously, but also in expectation. The ways he had reacted so far were… interesting to say the least.
Arnold's eyes widened in horror and the image of Sid kissing Helga out on the dance floor refused to leave his mind. With a sneer, he grabbed Helga by her hips and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist automatically and shrieked at the mix of pain and pleasure she felt when he entered her without any warning. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and expected him to start moving, but he stayed still.
"Why did he… Why did you let him kiss you?"
"I didn't…" Helga insisted. "He caught me by surprise and I… hit him with my forehead."
Arnold's eyes opened abruptly and he leaned back to shoot Helga a questioning look. "Is that why he was holding a glass against his forehead?"
Helga shrugged. "I warned him." She insisted and couldn't help but smile.
"Oh, Helga… why did you let me do this to you?" Arnold asked in shame.
"Because… I didn't want you to stop." Helga confessed with slightly flushed cheeks. She could still feel his pulsating flesh inside her and she sincerely hoped he would continue as soon as possible. He looked at her in obvious surprise, but then she bucked against him and he moaned before moving himself.
It didn't take long before both blondes were moaning in ecstasy, but Arnold insisted on saying one more thing. "Don't let Sid kiss you again, please."
"As long as you don't let Lila kiss you."
"How about we just don't kiss anyone else?"
"Deal." Helga agreed before she kissed him.
Author's 2nd note: Still don't know what to say! Hope you enjoyed! The next chapter will be Christmas-related since… well, since it's now Christmas in this story xD Stay tuned :3