Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.
They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.
Title: "Leave the lights on"
In the last chapter: Even after Arnold and Helga had made love for the first time, he hadn't gotten Helga's implied message the evening before, so she told him directly the next morning; she was in love with him.
The blondes were in complete bliss the next days until it was time for yet another Rhonda party. Much like the last party, one of the blondes ended up being hit on by someone they had no interest in and left early. It didn't take Arnold long to realize that Sid had made a bolder move than earlier and snapped in his jealousy. To his luck, his reaction was to Helga's liking and the misunderstanding was soon cleared when they made a deal of never kissing anyone else ever again.
Author's 1st note: Warning! This chapter may ruin your next Christmas xD I mean, look at the title!
[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]
Chapter 16: "Play jingle balls"
The sound of Brenda Lee singing Rockin' around the Christmas tree echoed in the happy home of the soon-to-be Shortman Patakis. Helga and Arnold woke up to the horror or joy, depending on which teen you asked, of their house looking like Santa's village of the damned as Helga had called it. Everything was decorated in red, green, white or gold and you couldn't look anywhere without seeing either Christmas elves, reindeer, pieces of spruce and wadding used as fake snow for Christmas figurines to skate on.
Miriam was on this morning walking around, adding a new elf here and there as she hummed along with the song. She didn't notice Miles sneaking up on her until he grabbed her by her waist. She shrieked in surprise and held his hands and started dancing with him.
Helga and Arnold were walking down the stairs, laughing, when they saw Miles and Miriam dance from the dining room into the hallway and into the living room. The younger blondes stared at each other.
"What the hell was that?" Helga questioned with bugged eyes.
"I believe that was our parents pretending to be part of a Christmas cabaret." Arnold joked, which his stepsister laughed at. "I have a feeling our breakfast is to go."
"Works for me." Helga said and followed Arnold into the dining room. Surely enough the table was filled with Christmas themed dishes though mostly were pastries. Ever since the 1st of December, Miriam had been experimenting quite a lot.
"There's no way in hell Miriam made these on her own." Helga insisted as she grabbed a cinnamon roll.
"We'll get diabetes soon if she doesn't stop serving us nothing but pastries." Arnold stated even as he grabbed a cranberry scone.
"Don't worry about it; it's already the 22nd. Christmas is over soon." Helga said with a grin, took a scone with white chocolate on it and smeared it on the shorter blonde's mouth. He complained in a muffled voice, but it turned into a moan when she licked the chocolate off his lips and ate part of the scone in his mouth. She smirked as she chewed and he sighed in amusement.
The sound of their parents' happy voices made the teens turn to look and watch Miles and Miriam jive into the room. Miles let Miriam's torso fall backwards and she looked at her daughter with an upside-down grin. "Have fun at your last day of school, kids."
"And you have fun with your pre-coital dancing." Helga said before walking out of the room, pushing Arnold out of it as well. They left their lovesick, laughing parents behind and made their way to school as they ate their sugar-coated breakfast.
Since it was the last day of school for the year, Mrs. Oah decided to let her students celebrate by making small Christmas workshops in the classroom. Most of the day was spend creating decorations and chatting. By the end of the day, they exchanged Secret Santa presents. Well, not so secret since they did in fact offer the gifts publically to each other.
Helga and Arnold were coincidentally the last ones to receive their presents. Helga was currently in the middle of hugging and thanking Phoebe for the new pink notebook while Arnold was opening his own present. The first thing he saw was a dark red tie and he smiled as he took it in his hands.
"This is a really cool tie, Sid. Thank you." Arnold said with a grin, but then noticed something else in the green wrapping. He frowned as he realized what it was and Sid started laughing. Arnold picked the square package up and showed it to the others. "What is this doing here?"
"Hey, I wanted to give you something more interesting, but since you're so stubborn about keeping your girlfriend a secret, I didn't know what to get you two lovebirds!" Sid teased and rubbed his elbow against Arnold's arm. The blonde boy huffed in embarrassment and put the condom back in the wrapping. "Ribbed for her pleasure." Sid added.
Arnold groaned before he noticed that they had earned Helga's attention again. "For her pleasure, huh?" she asked curiously and grabbed the tie out of Arnold's hand. "Is the tie actually for her pleasure as well?"
Sid nodded eagerly at Helga's question. "Well, if she's into that kind of stuff?" he asked curiously and wiggled his eyebrows at Arnold.
"What do you think, Arnold?" Helga asked with a smirk, waving the tie in front of her stepbrother's face. "Do you think Hilda would be into this?"
Why are you doing this? Arnold wondered in embarrassment. "I have a feeling I'm gonna find out soon…" he muttered before grabbing the tie out of Helga's hand, ignoring the way she was knowingly smirking at him.
"Oh, yeah…" Harold mumbled in awe. "As Arnold's stepsister, you must have met Hilda, right?"
The blondes stared at him in slight astonishment and Helga rolled her eyes. Boys are so stupid. She thought and shook her head. "Actually, no. He's told us whenever he's gone to her place, but none of us have actually ever met her." she answered casually.
"Man, you really insist on keeping this mystery girl to yourself. If I didn't know you weren't the type, I'd start thinking you made her up." Sid joked and the rest of the class laughed with him, including the blondes. The two blondes shot each other a secret smirk though.
Arnold readjusted his new red tie around his neck and smiled at his reflection. He was dressed all in black except for the red tie and despite not usually being the kind of guy to wear so much dark clothing, he kind of liked the look. Though his opinion might be affected by the fact that Helga seemed to adore him in darker clothing.
I couldn't be more of a sucker if I was at the end of a stick. Arnold thought as he grabbed a hair elastic and tied his hair into a ponytail. Once his hair was tied, he went out of his room and jogged down the stairs. He could smell the beef, mashed potatoes and gravy from the kitchen and was on his way inside until he caught sight of Helga in the middle of decorating the Christmas tree with Miriam.
While Miriam was dressed in what looked mostly like a green version of her usual favorite dress, Helga was dressed in a black cardigan and a dress that was as red as the bow that was holding her hair into a ponytail. She looked absolutely gorgeous.
"It really is a shame that Olga couldn't be here…" Miriam said melancholically. "She really adored decorating the Christmas tree."
"What did you expect, Miriam? Olga's still in… whatever country she's still in, doing whatever she's doing right now." Helga said. "If it makes you feel any better, Bob is probably all alone right now."
"What a horrible thing to say, Helga!" Miriam cried in shock. "I don't wish for Bob to be alone. I just… don't want to be the one with him."
Helga smirked and rolled her eyes. She noticed Arnold and mouthed a silent cry of help to him when Miriam gave her yet another ornament.
Arnold chuckled as he approached the women. "Need any help?" he asked innocently.
Miriam smiled politely at him. "Actually, we're just fine - - "
"Yeah, thanks, Arnold." Helga interrupted and gave Arnold the Christmas ornament. "I'll help Miles in the kitchen for a bit, ok?" she told Miriam, patted Arnold's shoulder as a form of thank you and jogged towards the kitchen.
Miriam sighed in disappointment, but smiled appreciatively at Arnold. "We still have such a strained relationship…" she whispered and turned to look at the tree again.
Arnold felt a pang of guilt shoot through him as he hung the ornament on the tree. "She does love you, Miriam. Helga's just not… a girl who shows her feelings too often." He told her. He should know after all.
Miriam looked curiously at Arnold. "You really think so?" she asked to which he nodded. She smiled in content. "You two have gotten really close, huh?"
"Oh, uh… I-I guess I just… I've always wanted a sibling and Helga always wanted a, um - - "
"A sibling she could stand?" Miriam joked and chuckled kindly. "She and Olga never got along. I'm really happy to see that's not the case with you two. You fought a bit in the beginning, but that's in the past now, isn't it? Then again, Miles and I have been so busy planning the wedding that we haven't been paying an awful lot of attention to you kids. Who knows what's going on behind closed doors?"
Arnold laughed along with Miriam at what he knew had supposed to be a joke, but his laughter was obviously tense. To his luck, Miriam didn't notice whatsoever and he almost sighed in relief as he continued to decorate the tree with her. He could hear Helga and Miles talk in the kitchen, but no matter how much he strained his ears, he couldn't hear a single word.
Miles and Helga were in fact having a similar conversation to the one Miriam and Arnold had been having. Helga was grabbing the plates while Miles spoke to her about how he was sorry that he had been stealing Miriam from her so much to which Helga rolled her eyes in secret. As if she cared about that, especially with her new development with Arnold. She eased his worries and told him to focus as much on the wedding as possible. It was going to be the second wedding for the both of them so she wanted them to make it special. That's what Helga claimed at least.
The sound of the doorbell ringing almost caused Arnold to drop the ornament in his hand in excitement. "They're here!" he yelled happily, gave Miriam the ornament and stormed out of the living room.
Helga turned to smile at Miles. "He really loves his grandparents, doesn't he?"
"You can't blame him; they raised him after all." Miles said somewhat guiltily, but mostly he seemed grateful to even have a relationship with his son to this day. Helga patted his shoulder kindly, hoping he was less dense than Arnold and understood the silent message more than Arnold would have. If the way Miles was smiling meant anything, she had clearly gotten the message across.
Miles and Helga quickly washed and dried their hands, left the food and went to join their family in the living room. Even though Helga had often joined Arnold in his visits to Sunset Arms, she still felt strange around her step-grandparents. She had a strained relationship to her biological grandparents and she still wasn't used to the obvious affection they already harbored for her.
"Helga!" Gertie bellowed happily and ran faster than any woman her age should have been able to in order to hug the young blonde.
Helga shrieked at the woman's tight hold and chuckled nevertheless. "Nice to see you too, Gertie. Now please put me down, I'm dying here." She told her and the woman immediately put her down.
"There's my favorite granddaughter." Phil bellowed as he stretched his arms out to hug her.
She accepted the hug awkwardly, patting his back as she did so. "Merry Christmas, Phil."
"Oh, Helga. I keep telling you to call me grandpa." Phil said with a childish pout.
Helga laughed. "Sorry, grandpa." She answered even though she shivered on the inside. It just felt wrong to call Phil grandpa, even more so since she usually didn't refer to people as what they were to her; she didn't even call Miriam mom. Also… these people were Arnold's grandparents, the guy she was currently not only in love with, but having sex with. It was just downright awkward to call them grandparents.
Phil sniffed the air and smirked. "Do I smell beef?" he asked and clapped his hands in excitement.
Miles chuckled. "Yes, and you can come and help me in the kitchen."
"Ooh, good idea." Miriam said. "Arnold, why don't you go and help them and then us girls can stay in the living room and chat?"
"Girl talk?" Helga questioned in disbelief and shook her head. "Not gonna happen. I'm joining the men in the kitchen." She insisted and frowned at her own sentence. "Boy, that was a weird sentence. It really is a new world."
While the men and Gertie laughed at Helga's joke, Miriam frowned in disappointment. Gertie was quick to get her attention though and soon Miriam was smiling as they went to talk in the dining room.
"Would it be so horrible to sit and chat with your mom?" Arnold asked in a whisper as he and his stepsister followed Phil and Miles into the kitchen.
"You don't get it. That's fine." Helga said with a smile and patted his head.
He was about to insist that she should go with the women, when Phil whistled teasingly. "Look who got caught under the mistletoe." He joked and started laughing manically.
Both blonde teenagers looked up and saw Gertie hovering above them with a mistletoe in her hand, waving it mockingly. She was standing on a chair behind them, holding onto a book case to keep herself hoisted up and was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Grandma!" Arnold bellowed in embarrassment while Helga simply stared in awe. "Stop that! W-We're supposed to be stepsiblings! That would just be weird."
"Oh, come on, boy. I'm sure you can handle giving her a brotherly kiss." Miles joked, his shoulders visibly shaking with laughter.
"Little too late for the brotherly part…" Helga whispered to herself, but Arnold heard it and bopped his shoulder against her arm.
"Honey, you can accept a small peck on the cheek, can't you?" Miriam asked in excitement. They were all clearly thinking that the teenagers were merely shy because, well, they were friends after all, weren't they? And friends didn't kiss even if it was just on the cheek. They had no idea why the teens were actually embarrassed.
Helga groaned as if she was annoyed. "Oh, well. I guess I can accept it if it's just a peck on the cheek." She said as smiled at Arnold in a way that seemed tense, but he could see she was cracking up on the inside. He shot her a slanted look and felt everyone's eyes on them as he gave her the fastest kiss on the cheek he had ever given her.
"My God, boy! If you can't even kiss your own stepsister on the cheek without blushing like a school girl, how are you ever gonna get a girlfriend?" Phil cried dramatically and started laughing with the other grown-ups.
"Could we please just cook or eat or something else?!" Arnold huffed in embarrassment and frowned at Helga when she started snickering herself. This is gonna be an interesting Christmas eve.
After the family had dinner, they decided to open the presents before eating the dessert. While Helga and Arnold were sitting on one sofa together, Miles was sitting in the armchair with Miriam on his lap and Phil and Gertie were sharing the other couch.
"Just so you know, I really wasn't sure if it was a good present or not." Helga informed honestly as Arnold eyed his present from her.
"Why not?"
"Oh, I don't know; maybe because giving someone a gift card is already kinda uncreative and I'm giving you a gift card to a jeweler for a free cleaning of all things. I thought you'd be hesitant to deliver your mom's necklace with a stranger. But I swear; I trust him, even on a personal level."
"If he has your trust, Helga, he has mine as well." Arnold stated as he played with his talisman. "And it really could use a thorough cleaning now that I think about it. The gold is starting to get a little tarnished."
"I've noticed." Helga joked, which the others laughed at while Arnold stuck his tongue out at her.
"I guess all we're missing is your gift to Helga." Miriam said as excitedly as if it was her receiving the present.
Helga rolled her eyes, but smiled as Arnold offered her a gift wrapped in pink. "How fitting." She muttered teasingly as she unwrapped it.
There was a small box inside the wrapping and she eyed it curiously before she opened it. Inside was a silver chain in the perfect size for her wrist. She lifted the bracelet from the box and let it hang from her fingers. She observed it curiously as the silver shimmered in the light. The bracelet was thin, but robust and a heart was holding the chain together by the middle.
"It's a Pandora bracelet." Arnold explained. "You can buy all kinds of charms for it."
Without a word, Helga gave Arnold the bracelet and offered him her wrist. The blondes could hear the grown-ups talking excitedly and complimenting the bracelet, but they weren't listening. They felt as if they were in their own little world as he tied the bracelet around her wrist. His fingers grazed hers when he pulled his hands back and let her admire it.
The blonde girl had a sort of content smile on her face as she looked at Arnold. "Thank you." She said in something akin to a whisper and moved closer to him. The boy automatically closed his eyes, but they sprung back open when he realized she had wrapped her arms around him. He quickly hugged her back, wondering how he could have been so idiotic to have almost kissed his stepsister in front of his family.
No harm done it seemed since Miriam merely grabbed at Helga's hand to observe the bracelet. "This is so pretty, Helga." She said happily.
"You did good, son." Miles complimented.
"I think it's time we have dessert." Phil said as his stomach rumbled. "Arnold, will you help your old grandpa carry the pumpkin pie in here?"
Arnold tilted his head curiously at the way his grandpa had phrased the request, Phil usually didn't consider himself an old and fragile man, but he nodded and stood up from the couch to follow him into the kitchen. "Should I take the pie or would you prefer if I took - - " he asked, but froze when Phil turned around and smirked at him knowingly. Arnold blinked. "What?"
"I saw that." Phil said in a singsong voice.
"Saw what?"
"Oh, don't play dumb with me. You can fool your dad because he hasn't known you your whole life, but I have so you can't fool me!" Phil said dramatically. "I know that look of yours."
Arnold felt his heart tighten. "What look?"
Phil flashed his eyelashes girlishly. "The oh, God, isn't she amazing look."
Arnold blushed heavily. No way… There's no way he figured it out. "You-You're nuts!" he insisted in a frenzy and chuckled tensely. "I think you've had too much food."
"Don't blame this on the food, Shortman." Phil said with a groan when his stomach complained again. "I thought Pookie was just being her usual crazy self when she said that Cupid was swirling around the two of you, but now I see it myself!"
"Wait. What?!" Arnold bellowed a little loudly and looked nervously out of the kitchen. None of the family members were looking in his direction in curiosity, so he figured they hadn't heard him. "What do you mean?" he whispered.
"Well, after you and Helga had left the last time you visited us, Gertie started singing Love is in the air."
"Oh, God… G-Grandpa, I'm so sorry. This, we, I didn't mean for this to happen. I - - "
"Oh, relax!" Phil insisted and patted his grandson's shoulder a little roughly. "I'm on your side as always."
"Huh? How can you be on my side?" Arnold asked in disbelief. "Our parents are getting married."
"Hey," Phil said and leaned down until he was at Arnold's eyelevel. "I would rather Helga sticks with you than Miriam sticks with Miles."
Arnold's eyes widened in shock at first, but then he frowned. "Are you still that much against the marriage?" he asked.
"Of course I am!" he bellowed and looked into the oven. "I just don't trust the judgment of a woman who chose to be married to someone like Bob Pataki for so many years."
"Grandpa, I know you and Bob never got along, but - - " Arnold said, but held his tongue when he saw the warning look Phil shot him. "I know you've always hated him with a burning passion." He corrected. "But Miriam really has changed. I mean, uh, you should see how hard she's trying and dad loves her."
"Yeah, yeah. Can I ask you something, Shortman?" Phil asked as he grabbed the mittens and took the pie out of the oven. "Have you seen Miriam drink any smoothies?"
Arnold stared at his grandpa in shock. "How do you know about those?"
"Everyone in Hillwood with eyes knows! It wasn't a well-kept secret. The only reason Miles knows nothing about it is because he was gone for so many years."
Arnold blinked, processing this new information. "Then… Well, she hasn't been having any in fact!"
"Really?" Phil asked skeptically.
"Really! Helga told me; Miriam swore not to drink anymore after dad proposed." Arnold informed and crossed his arms stubbornly.
"Well, would you look at that." Phil said somewhat skeptically and put the pie on the desk. He was frowning thoughtfully. "I will still always be on your side, Shortman." He insisted and caressed his hair teasingly. "So whenever you and Helga need a break from your looney parents, you can come visit your looney grandparents."
Arnold blushed at the way Phil was winking at him knowingly. "Grandpa…" he scolded lightheartedly, but sighed in relief when he realized how big a load it was to get off his chest. Even though Miles and Stella were his parents, Phil and Gertie had raised him after all, and somehow it had felt much more difficult to indirectly lie to them than it was to lie to Miles and Miriam. "Thank you."
"Hey, did Miriam put glue in the pumpkin pie again or something?" Helga asked as she appeared in the doorframe. "Why are you taking so long?"
"Oh, we were just having a man-to-man talk." Phil said with a big grin and walked past her.
Helga looked at the elderly man curiously before turning to look at Arnold. "What was that about?"
"Grandpa and grandma knows." Arnold answered truthfully.
Helga's eyes widened in shock. "What?!"
"And they're on our side…"
"What?" Helga questioned skeptically and moved closer to Arnold so he could whisper in her ear.
"He even said we could go to their place whenever we needed it."
Helga lifted a curious eyebrow. "So, Phil basically just offered us a pied-à-terre for our rendezvous?" she asked with a smirk.
"A what for our what?" Arnold asked in confusion.
Helga put her hand on his cheek and leaned closer to his ear. "A secret haven for lovers to meet in secret." She whispered and a shiver ran down his spine.
"Helga…" He scolded halfheartedly for the way she was making him feel deliberately.
The girl merely snickered though before pecking his cheek once. "Merely a sisterly peck." She stated teasingly before giving him a zealous kiss on the mouth.
"Oh, my. It really is getting late." Miriam said as the grandfather clock chimed twelve.
"We'll take you home." Miles said to Phil and Gertie.
"No, no. We walked over here. We can also walk back." Phil insisted stubbornly like he usually did whenever people hinted that he was too old to do something.
As the two men started a small discussion, Helga nudged her elbow against Arnold's arm and gestured for him to intervene. "Oh, let dad drive you and grandma home." He begged. "It's not a long way home, but it's late."
"Are you saying we can't protect ourselves?"
"What? No - - "
"Because if anyone needs protection it would be the people attacking us." Phil insisted. "Ain't that right, Pookie?"
Gertie didn't answer, but simply grabbed her coat and ran out of the dining room. "Last one in the space ship gets no space food!" she bellowed manically.
"How can you still eat, woman?!" Phil asked before following her outside and eventually in the space ship aka the car.
"Would you two like to come with us?" Miriam asked while they all walked into the hallway.
"No thank you; I'm too tired to go anywhere." Arnold yawned.
"I'm pooped too." Helga agreed. "I think I'll be fast asleep once you guys get home."
"Me too."
Miriam cooed teasingly. "Then you kids go to sleep." She said and followed Miles out of the door.
Helga yawned as the door moved, but the yawn ceased as soon as it hit the doorframe. "You're not really tired, are you?"
"No."
"Good." Helga stated before grabbing Arnold by his tie. "Because I would really like to find out if I'd be into that tie."
Arnold chuckled breathlessly before Helga pulled him into a kiss that truly took his breath away. Unwilling to truly let go, she led him up the stairs by pulling him by the tie. They went into his room and Helga locked the door, just in case, and pushed Arnold down on the bed. The blonde boy sat quietly, looking at the blonde girl in awe as she let the black cardigan on her shoulders slide down her arms.
The smoldering stare she was giving him send his heart galloping. "Take your tie off." she ordered gently, but firmly. Without taking his eyes off her, he started untying the knot around his neck. She slipped the straps of her red dress down her shoulders and let the fabric fall down to the floor which caused Arnold to moan at the sight of what was a black silk bustier with sheer side panels and the most gorgeous lace trim on the girl's body. He tore the tie off his neck and gave it to her.
Helga observed the tie as her hands played with it. "Oh, the many possibilities this tie has." She said and bit on her lower lip. Arnold gulped at her words. "Was that a nervous gulp or an excited one?"
"Both." Arnold admitted unhesitant.
Helga leaned down, put her hand on his neck and kissed him tenderly. As soon as she felt him relax, she removed her lips from his. "Do you trust me?" she asked seriously, but with a smile.
Arnold didn't even have to think about it; he nodded instantly, licking his lips in expectation when he saw mischief flash in her diamond blue eyes. She crouched in front of him and pulled his shoes and sock off. She then gestured for him to move further across the bed and while he did that, she took her own shoes off.
Once Arnold was sitting near his pillow, Helga straddled him and pushed at his chest until he felt the soft cushion under his head. "Lift your arms." She ordered and he moved his hands above his head. As she tied the tie around his wrists and around the bedpost, he felt a sort of tense excitement course through him. Helga usually took charge, but this was different and to his surprise, he discovered that he liked it a little too much.
Once Arnold's hands were securely tied, she tugged at them experimentally. "Is it too tight?" she asked, but he shook his head. With a smile, she moved her arms behind her head and used both of her hands to untie the bow she had wrapped around her ponytail and let her blonde locks fall down her shoulders and back.
Arnold sighed. "I really love your hair…" he said in awe.
Helga smiled shyly and leaned down, running her fingers through his hair and successfully loosening his ponytail as well. "And I love yours." She responded and ran both hands through the tuffs. "It's so soft."
Arnold smiled shyly as Helga kissed him sweetly. He marveled in the feeling for a moment before her lips disappeared from his again. When he was about to open his eyes, he felt some soft fabric land over his face. He tried blinking, but ceased that action immediately when he felt the fabric tighten around his head.
"Uh, Helga… is that your bow?"
"Yeah. Sorry, but like I said; there were too many opportunities with that tie of yours and I couldn't choose between these two."
"But I can't see you this way." Arnold complained with a pout.
That's kinda the point. Helga thought and rolled her eyes before letting her breasts touch his chest and she felt him jolt against her skin. "Think of it this way… with one of your senses gone the others get stronger." She told him and glided her body over his until her mouth was next to his ear. "Imagine how much stronger you can feel me like this."
Arnold both shivered, groaned and bucked altogether after hearing those words. He then chuckled breathlessly. "Hey, can I confess something?"
"Sure." Helga replied curiously.
"Or maybe it's more of a question… Is it weird that I feel kind of… naughty for doing this on Christmas eve of all times?"
Helga couldn't help but giggle at Arnold's question and kissed his cheek adoringly. "Not really… but it is a family holiday, you know, so I don't think that we're doing anything too unconventional."
"I think that sentence was full of contradictions." Arnold pointed out with a smirk. Helga rolled her eyes before leaning down and kissing him again. Her tongue licked his lips as her fingers slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt. She could hear him sigh through his nose once the cold air hit his bare torso and her hands ran down his creamy skin.
Helga leaned up and eyed Arnold's chest. "Boy, you're covered with them."
"With what?"
"With proofs of what we've been doing lately." Helga explained and leaned down, circling a particularly dark hickey near Arnold's hipbone. "I need to stop doing that; you'll end up with scars." She joked before letting her tongue lick from his navel and up to his chin, ending it with a kiss. The boy shivered once more, struggled against the tie for a small moment and heard her chuckle. "That didn't take long."
"What didn't?"
"For you to get impatient." Helga clarified and was about to kiss him again when she heard the door downstairs open. She sat up and turned to look towards the door as she heard walking. She looked down at Arnold for a moment, confirming that he was completely unaware that their parents had just returned home. She kept listening and frowned when she heard moaning. Oh, dear God, no. She thought and leaned down to kiss Arnold, hoping she could distract herself from what she was hearing outside.
Arnold seemed blissfully unaware as he kissed Helga back with a certain fervor that helped her forget what was going on outside their room. She held back a moan when she heard another moan outside and then some more walking. Once she heard a door open and close further down the hall, she sighed in relief.
"Was that the door?" Arnold questioned, having obviously heard the hard slam.
"Yeah, our parents just got home." Helga informed and Arnold struggled against the bindings again, clearly going nervous for a moment. "Don't worry, they are already in their bedroom."
"Huh? How did they get there so fast?"
"Because they couldn't wait to play jingle balls." Helga joked and couldn't help but snicker even as Arnold frowned in disgust at her joke. She bit her lower lip before leaning closer to him. "And all through the house, not a creature was stirring… none except the parents and their children decking the halls and - - "
"Helga!" Arnold keened, but the sound turned into a harsh moan when Helga's hand landed on his growing bulge. An interesting Christmas eve indeed!
Author's 2nd note: Ok! Before anyone asks: "Is it only gonna be about sex from now on?" then no, don't worry – or too bad, depending on what you were hoping for xD There's just been a lot of sexual stuff for these next chapters, but I swear the rest of the story isn't going to be just an exploration of their love life xD