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: Once Arnold found out that Helga had never been to a cheese festival, he made it his mission to give her the best experience ever. In order to go together without it looking like a date from the outside, they invited Phoebe and Gerald to join them and luckily, they didn't stumble into too many of their classmates.
After going on the Ferris wheel on their own and saying "I love you" to each other for the second time, the blondes ran all the way home in the rain. Despite Arnold's arguments, he caved in when Helga insisted she couldn't wait to have sex with him in long enough time to dry off first.
Author's 1st note: Kinkalink asked how long a honeymoon is. I had to look that up myself because I figured the usual length of a honeymoon in America would be different than in Denmark. And indeed it was! It of course varies from couple and where in America, etc. but the usual answer I came across was somewhere near a month, more or less O.o That's a long time! I can't say how long Miriam and Miles are going to be at their own honeymoon since I'm trying not to put actual dates and time limits in this story xD We're in spring right now in this story, that's all you can be sure of xD
[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]
Chapter 25: "Play nurse"
"Sign here please."
Arnold signed the paper quickly and thanked the delivery guy before closing the front door. He sat down in the living room, opened the package and pulled out a pink book filled with photos from Miriam and Miles' wedding. He skimmed through them until he saw himself kissing Helga's cheek on one of them. With a sigh, he pulled the picture out of the see-through pocket on the page and kept going until he had removed every sign of a loving moment between himself and his stepsister.
"That should do it." Arnold said to himself once he had replaced all the pictures so the fact that he had edited the photobook wouldn't be as obvious. He grabbed the pictures of himself and Helga and jogged up the stairs. "Helga? It's almost too bad that we have to throw these pictures out; they're really good."
Arnold opened the door into Helga's room and saw her forcing her eyes open. "Yay…" she mumbled sarcastically and moved the duvet up closer to her face. Her blonde hair was muzzled around her sweaty face and her cheeks were painted permanently red.
Arnold smiled knowingly as he sat down on the bed near her. "Still feeling under the weather?"
"I have a fever, you idiot…"
"I'm guessing that's a yes. You didn't even sound remotely angry." Arnold teased. Helga scowled at him and hissed like a cat before hiding under the duvet. "Be happy it's a fever and not an actual cold."
"Why?"
"Because… look on the bright side."
"There's no bright side. There's just the sweet relief of death."
Arnold blinked in shock. "With jokes like that I guess you don't feel that bad." He stated and stood up.
"What joke?"
"Would you like me to make you something?" Arnold asked, clearly ignoring her last feverish comment.
"Whatever…" Helga replied. Arnold shook his head in slight amusement though he was starting to worry about her. The fever had lasted more than 24 hours now and he really didn't know much about sickness so he wasn't sure if he should call a doctor. He knew Helga would refuse though so he decided to not even consider it.
Once Arnold had finished some lunch for himself and Helga, he walked up to her room and knocked on the door with the trey wobbling in his other hand. "Helga?" he asked gently, but didn't hear a response. I guess she's sleeping. He decided and opened the door gently. "Helga?"
Arnold looked around in confusion when he saw that the head full of blonde hair was nowhere near the pillow, at the other side of the bed or anywhere in the room. He put the trey down and walked out of the room and towards the bathroom. He knocked on the door gently, hoping Helga hadn't sleepwalked out on the streets or something. Then again, she said she only ever sleepwalked when she's eaten pork rinds.
"Don't come in!" Helga warned from inside the bathroom.
"Wasn't even tempted." Arnold replied with a smile on his lips. "Are you ok?"
"Um… define ok…"
"Do you feel better or worse since I last checked on you?"
"Worse… all things considered…"
"What are all things?" Arnold asked worriedly and started to wonder if he shouldn't force her to let him in. Given she hadn't locked the door.
Helga was hesitating for a long time, but then sighed so heavily Arnold could hear it through the door. "I… I kinda need you to… I-I need you to do something for me…"
"Sure, what is it?" Arnold asked in confusion. It took a lot to make Helga embarrassed and to even ask for something so he was genuinely curious.
"You're gonna have to go to the pharmacy…"
"The pharmacy?" Arnold repeated baffled. "Well, what do you need?"
Helga paused again. "Do I have to say it…? You can't figure it out on your own?" she asked, almost prayed really.
The wheels in Arnold's head were churning, but they got stuck quickly and he shook his head in relinquishment. "No, I… really can't figure out what you need." He admitted a little shamefully.
"… I need tampons…"
Arnold's eyes widened twice the size they usually were. She got her period… while having a fever? She has cramps and a fever… He thought, the wheels in his head still churning rather slowly. "You poor thing." He finally stated, unsure what else to say.
"I appreciate that that's your first thought." Helga said with tired humor in her voice. She was obviously incapable of laughing even though she was clearly amused by Arnold's reaction.
What else was I supposed to say? The boy wondered briefly, but decided it would be better not to ask. "I-I'll hurry back, ok?" he said and jogged down the stairs, true to his words. Luckily the pharmacy is close. He thought before grabbing his wallet and running out on the streets. Helga would be stuck in the bathroom until he came back and that made him run in full gallop.
Arnold was out of breath once he reached the pharmacy and went inside. It wasn't until then he realized exactly what he had just been asked to do. He felt his heart get stuck in his throat and he looked around awkwardly. He gulped and trudged towards the most colorful area in the pharmacy, but then turned around in embarrassment.
How do girls do this?! Arnold wondered, but then shook his head. No. Come on! I can't exactly leave Helga in the bathroom for the next four days…
"Excuse me?"
"Yes?!" Arnold shrieked in surprise when he heard a female voice next to him. He stumbled into a shelf and knocked down a shampoo, but his reflexes were quick so he caught it with ease. "S-Sorry…"
"That's just fine. Good reflexes." The pharmacist complimented. "Can I help you?"
"Um…" Arnold mumbled, but sighed in surrender. "Yeah, I'm, uh… I don't really know how I… I need to buy tampons for my girlfriend."
The woman cooed. "Aren't you a sweetheart? Not a lot of men have the guts to do that." She complimented. "What brand does she use?"
"Uh… I'm not sure." Arnold admitted.
"Well, how does the package look?"
"It's… pink."
The woman looked at him in disbelief. "They are all pink. I need some more." She said with a smile.
"Oh, um… there's this green lady on it who is running." Arnold suddenly remembered and the woman nodded in understanding. She gestured for him to follow her and he did so, albeit meekly.
"So she uses Playtex Sport." The woman informed him and showed him the package.
"Yeah, that's the one!" Arnold said, happy to be on his way home, but the woman didn't give him the package as he had expected.
"What size?"
"Excuse me?" Arnold asked with reddened cheeks.
"Her." the woman explained in a snicker. "What size does she use?"
Arnold blinked in surprise. "How am I supposed to know…? D-Does it have anything to do with how, um - - "
"It's got nothing to do with that." The woman teased. "No, it's about flow."
Arnold shivered. "I could have lived my whole life happily without that information…" he muttered. "Does the fact that she has a fever right now change anything?"
"Not particularly… except I'd recommend pads instead, but that might be my personal preference."
"Pads?" Arnold questioned and the woman showed him a different package. "Oh, those… Do you think those are better for her?"
The woman shrugged. "Again, my personal preference. I'm not sure if your girlfriend would if she has used tampons her whole life."
Arnold looked at the two different packages in the woman's hands. "Maybe I should just buy both to be on the safe side." He decided.
The woman nodded at him and started walking towards the counter. "Oh, and just so you know… she is going to love you forever for taking care of her while she's sick." She said with a wink and walked around the desk.
"Th-Thanks." Arnold said shyly, paying for the items faster than he had ever paid for anything his entire life and jogged home, blushing all the way.
Soon, Arnold was in front of the bathroom door again and knocked on it. "Oh, thank God." He could hear Helga say from inside the bathroom and she unlocked the door. She stuck her hand out and he gave her the first package. Once it disappeared into the bathroom, he heard her gasp. "Arnold, these are pads! Don't you know the difference between pads and tampons?!"
Arnold quickly stuck the other package in through the door. "I bought both." He explained.
"Oh… why?" Helga asked curiously and took the tampons.
"The pharmacist said you'd might be more comfortable with the pads since you have a fever."
"You had to talk to a pharmacist?"
"I think she could see that I wasn't sure what to do…" Arnold admitted shyly and he heard Helga laugh from inside the bathroom. "I haven't tried it, but I can imagine that was worse than buying condoms."
Helga snickered again. "I really appreciate it. Maybe I should trust that pharmacist… Thanks, Arnold." she said, silently telling him to go away so she could do this in peace.
"You're welcome." Arnold replied and walked away, sighing heavily once he was out of earshot. This was one of the most awkward things I have ever done… and I have been about to kiss Gerald during one of my daydreams more than once.
Helga didn't feel much better when they entered the next week and her period had stopped. Their classmates were starting to ask Arnold if she was seriously ill. He kept telling them what she had told him to say them; that she usually was sick for a long time, but that didn't mean she was near death. He had a feeling she had only told him that to make him stop worrying rather than their classmates. He was starting to get worried though, but she wouldn't hear of it. She called him a worrywart the last time he tried suggesting a doctor and he'd have to give up once she kicked him out. Well, metaphorically; she was barely capable of standing up on her own at this point.
Arnold came home this Thursday afternoon and could hear something upstairs, which he assumed was Helga. "Helga?" he asked and heard a voice, but he couldn't hear what it was saying. He threw his bag casually on the floor and jogged upstairs to find Helga with her hand on the doorknob to the bathroom. Her bloodshot eyes were trying to focus and look at him, but they were practically rolling in the sockets. "Helga!"
Helga reached out for Arnold once he was close enough. "I need a bath…" she told him weakly. "I stink."
Arnold agreed, but he kept that thought to himself. "You can't shower like this, Helga. You can barely stand up."
"I need to wash the bacteria away…" she insisted and forced herself to stand up straight, but Arnold had a feeling that if he decided to let go, she'd tumble to the floor like a drunkard.
He hummed in thought. "Then… Then I guess I have to help you." He decided and lifted her arm over his shoulders. She didn't object whatsoever and walked as steadily as she could into the bathroom with him. How am I supposed to do this? Arnold wondered shamefully when the thought of seeing Helga's naked body, after having not seen it for so long, started to affect his mind. I'm sick…
Arnold helped Helga sit down on the toilet first and then started to pull the t-shirt off her body. It really was reeking and her body was covered in sweat. Her blonde, greasy hair was clinging desperately to her face and her neck and even in that state, Arnold was attracted to her. She was a mess… but a hot mess. Pun very much intended.
Helga lifted herself off the toilet when he moved to pull her panties down. Once he had thrown them in the laundry basket along with the t-shirt, he turned around to see her with her arms stretched out towards him. There was something undeniably cute about it. He helped her stand up and led her down into the tub, making sure his eyes never went anywhere near her body. She lied down in the tub and gasped when he turned the water on.
"Too hot?"
"Too cold!"
Oh, right. Fever. Arnold reminded himself and changed the temperature. He looked back at her to see that her head had fallen back on the edge of the tub. "Helga!" he called and she gasped silently when she opened her eyes. "Can you sit up properly?" Arnold asked though there was something that told him that he already knew the answer.
Helga put her palms next to her thighs and tried readjusting herself against the edge of the tub, but she glided down almost instantly. She made a mindless chuckle and shook her head.
Arnold sighed. "I don't think just watching you is enough this time…" he observed.
Helga splashed absentmindedly with the small amount of water that had spread in the tub. "Then you have to join me…" she muttered lazily, almost like a child that wasn't aware of what she was saying.
Arnold arched an eyebrow. There was something about a sick Helga that almost seemed drunk. Her head wouldn't stay still and she seemed oddly playful for some reason. There wasn't even a hint of sexuality in her former proposition; she had just made the offer as if she was telling him to go to school.
Arnold stood up and pulled his t-shirt off his body and his jeans soon followed. Helga was looking at him through half-lidded, tired eyes and he almost felt shy undressing in front of her like this despite the hypocrisy. Once he was in the nude, he helped Helga move forward so that he could sit behind her. He figured she could use him as a sort of chair for support and there was just enough room for him to have his legs around her body and she was quick to start using them as armrests.
Arnold took the showerhead and let the water trickle down Helga's blonde hair. She cringed. "It feels weird…"
"How so?"
"It's been so long…" she explained, but relaxed when he started massaging her scalp. She sighed happily. "It feels so good…"
Arnold ignored the very much pleasured sound Helga had just made and continued spreading the water in her locks. It was really thick, he noted. He already knew that of course, but once he actually had to work with the hair it seemed even thicker. The water was spreading slowly, but he finally had it all wetted and put the showerhead down.
"Can I try your shampoo?" Helga asked inattentively.
"Mine?" Arnold asked in surprise.
Helga nodded and looked at him over her shoulder. "I've always wanted to." She confessed cutely.
"S-Sure…" Arnold replied, unsure how to feel about the thought of Helga smelling like him. He liked her usual vanilla scent, but he felt oddly monopolizing thinking she would be smelling like him soon.
Arnold spread his shampoo in his hands and massaged it into the blonde's scalp. She moaned in ecstasy and he shut his eyes as if that would make his ears close as well. He spread the shampoo through her whole hair, unsure whether he was using too much or too little. He figured too much would be better this time around though; it had been a while since her last bath.
Arnold inhaled the scent of Helga's newly-washed hair. Strange… it's definitely my shampoo… but there's still a hint of vanilla there. He observed and started to wash the shampoo away, running his hands through her locks to help the shampoo out. Her fingers curling around his knees from time to time and it made him flinch every time. Either she didn't realize or she ignored it.
"Do you want conditioner or would you rather just get out as soon as possible?"
"It'll be a hell to comb it if you don't…" Helga answered.
"True." Arnold agreed and grabbed the conditioner. He spread a decent amount in his palms and ran them through the ends of her hair, carefully avoiding her scalp.
"How do you know that conditioner mustn't touch the scalp?" Helga asked curiously.
"I use conditioner, Helga."
"But still. I don't think it's common knowledge for guys."
"You can't avoid those makeover programs no matter what you do." Arnold explained and the loud snicker Helga made was worth the small embarrassment he felt from knowing enough about hair products for even Helga to be confused. It had also been such a long time since he had just talked to her. She was like a dog when sick; hiding until she felt better and that was what she had been doing until now and that was only because she wanted a bath.
"Am I done stinking?" Helga asked when Arnold let the water drizzle down her hair again.
"Yep, now you only reek of yourself." Arnold said and hissed when her elbow connected with his torso. He chuckled right after though; this physical, albeit violent, gesture meant she was finally recovering.
"Cheeky." The blonde girl stated, grabbed the sponge near the shelf and offered it to him. "For that, you have to clean the rest of me too."
The rest? Arnold thought with widened eyes. He put the showerhead down and squeezed some shower gel out on the sponge and then looked at Helga's back before putting the sponge against it. She shrieked, telling him it was cold and he apologized and started spreading the gel around to warm her up. It didn't take long for her back to be completely enveloped in soap suds, but he could still feel a reaction to his every touch. It was obvious that she had missed his touch as much as he had missed touching her. He quickly spread the shower gel in his palms and let them travel down her arms. She leaned back to let him reach further and he could feel her wet hair clinging to his chest and he was so tempted to wash her chest as well, but he ignored the temptation. She was sick… and so was he, he realized for the second time.
"Arnold…" Helga whispered desperately and turned her head to look at him. Her blue eyes were completely fogged with either her fever or lust or perhaps a mix, Arnold wasn't sure. All he knew was that her lips were so close to his and she was silently pleading for him to kiss her, but he mustered all his control and turned away. "Arnold?"
"Helga, I can't kiss you right now."
"Why not…?" Helga asked with hurt in her voice.
"Because it's been such a long time…"
"Exactly so - - "
"And if you let me kiss you now, I don't think I can stop it there." Arnold admitted.
Helga blinked a couple of times and then pouted. "Stingy…"
"Stingy?!" Arnold repeated in disbelief. "I'm being considerate here."
"If you were considerate you'd kiss me." Helga insisted immaturely.
"No, by holding back I'm being considerate."
"You could give me one kiss and then be considerate?"
"Come on…"
"Chicken."
"Real mature, Helga." Arnold said before she started making the sounds of a chicken. He growled in annoyance before he finally gave in and turned her head roughly so he could kiss her. The both moaned into the kiss and she grabbed him by his neck. He wrapped his arm around her stomach and pulled her closer to him, but then stopped the kiss instantly. "There."
They were both breathing heavily, but managed to keep their cool as they finished off. Arnold helped Helga out of the tub and felt that she could actually stand on her feet now. The bath really had helped in more ways than one. He walked her to her room and then she looked at him over her shoulder.
"Once we're dressed… will you help me with my hair too?"
"Your hair?" Arnold asked and looked at the water droplets falling from her hair and down on her shoulders.
She nodded. "Don't think I have the strength to comb it myself…" she explained.
Arnold knew it was a lie; she didn't even need his support anymore. The bath had done wonders to her, but he nodded anyway and helped her inside. He sighed heavily before jogging back to his room to get dressed. He briefly considered relieving himself before getting back in Helga's room just to make sure he didn't jump the gun, but even though he felt ready to burst, he knew there was no way he could finish in a short enough time for her not to get suspicious. So he got dressed from head to toe at first, but then threw his t-shirt away because he felt sticky in it. Though he wasn't sure if he wasn't just subconsciously deciding that he wasn't done feeling her skin against his.
Helga was sitting on the bed, wearing a long dress shirt with the top three buttons opened when Arnold came in. She gestured to him with the hairbrush. "Thanks." She said in a small voice and he sat down behind her with his legs surrounding her like in the bathtub. As soon as he put the brush on her hair and slid it down, she shrieked. "Ow! Not like that!"
"How then?" Arnold asked and Helga turned her torso around to grab the hairbrush. She grabbed a lock of her hair, holding it tightly to demonstrate that he needed to hold the roots back and then combed through it. Once he had the hairbrush in his hand again, he copied what she had done. "Was that right?"
Helga nodded gently and started humming when he continued combing her hair. He wondered if she was making those sounds on purpose, but they were working nevertheless. He was deeply focused on combing her hair and willing his ears to lose their hearing for the next minutes. He was a little impressed with himself actually; Helga may have been sick, but after the bath she looked like herself again except that she was a little pale. Her mood was also so much better that he almost forgot to hold back once or twice.
As if Helga could read his mind, she suddenly snickered. "You're really holding back, aren't you?" she asked with humor in her voice.
"Wh-What do you mean?"
"I can feel your restraint on my lower back." she explained and moved her hand between them, touching him softly for emphasis.
Arnold jerked violently at how must pleasure he felt from the small touch. "I believe in mind over matter…" he insisted.
"Excuse me?"
"I came here to comb your hair and nothing else… though I have a feeling you don't even need me to do this." He explained and looked at his hands which were making small movements up and down her hair in a shaky manner.
"So you're challenging me…?" Helga asked curiously. Arnold didn't answer, he never got the chance, and simply gasped when she grabbed him. "All this talk about holding back and you're already so hard."
"I can't control that! I can only control my own actions and I refuse to do this with you when you're sick."
"Wouldn't I recover faster if I sweat a lot though?"
That got Arnold's attention. "That… Doesn't that only count for colds…?" he wondered aloud and shook his head obstinately. "No! You can't trick me into this, Helga."
The blonde girl scowled deeply at that. She quickly turned around, put her hands on his shoulders and leaned as close to him as physically possible without their lips touching. "I'm not trying to trick you, Arnold… Don't you miss me?" she asked with need dripping in a honey-soft voice.
Arnold could feel his resolve falter as he tried to swallow the lump that was growing in his throat. "I-I do, of course I - - "
"Then why won't you touch me… just a little bit?"
She's twisting me around her little finger. Arnold thought and yet his heart refused to stop beating so hard that he feared it would burst out of his ribcage. "Because I already ignored my sensibility once and that's what made you sick in the first place." He responded seriously and felt his resolve come back at the reminder. "If we do this now, you may be sick for even longer…"
Helga's eyes scanned Arnold's face for what felt like forever before a gentle smile spread on her face. She sat down on the bed with her hands folded on her lap and nodded. "Ok… you win… but only because I think it's cute that you care so much." She folded and kissed his nose before she turned her back to him. "Mind continuing? Even though I had ulterior motives when I first asked you?"
Arnold snapped. "I knew it!" he declared loudly and they both laughed before he continued combing her hair. While a part of him was proud for holding back, there was still that small voice in his head screaming: "Idiot!" He ignored it though; he knew he had done the right thing and it wasn't like it was a once in a life-time opportunity. He had a feeling he and Helga would soon be in the same bed again.
Arnold felt more than a little groggy when he woke up the following morning. After putting Helga to bed and leaving them both frustrated, rather than just himself like the former week, he'd been spending at least an hour, thinking about seeing Helga's naked body again and feeling her kisses and her skin against his… needless to say, he didn't get a lot of sleep.
Arnold jogged up the stairs with some breakfast in his arms and into Helga's room. "Helga, I have some breakfast for… Helga?" he questioned when he saw that she wasn't in her bed.
"You know, you're spoiling me, right?" Helga's voice asked behind him and he flinched in surprise, causing the bread on the plate to jump off it. Helga's reflexes were fast though and she had foreseen his reaction so she caught it with ease and started munching on it. "A girl could get used to this."
Arnold watched Helga in disbelief as she walked past him and into her room, wearing actual everyday clothes rather than a pajamas. "Aren't you sick anymore?" he asked and put the now empty plate down on her bed.
"Nope. The water yesterday did wonders to me. I've fully recovered." Helga replied and stretched while still eating the piece of bread. "I'm going back to school today. It's Friday, but I figured I could enjoy the weekend more if I have actually been to school just once this week." She continued. Arnold just kept staring at Helga as she finished the bread and brushed her hands. "Let's go."
When Helga walked past Arnold, he followed her obediently for a while, still processing the fact that she was healthy again. Everything about her seemed normal; her pale skin had a rosy tint to it again, her clouded eyes were once again a rival to the blue sky outside and her voice wasn't raspy anymore, but soft again. It wasn't until she was putting on the second one of her shoes that he realized they were on their way out.
"You haven't said a word, Football Head." Helga said and stood up. "Don't tell me that you're sick now - - "
Helga never got to finish her sentence before she found herself pressed up against the wall and with a very eager boy kissing her as if his life depended on it. It took her a few seconds, but she reciprocated the kiss with as much fervor. Her fingers tangled into his hair and she angled his face so that she could deepen the kiss. Soon, she pulled away though and laughed breathlessly when he continued kissing her throat.
"Arnold… We don't have time for this." Helga insisted, but held his head close to her anyhow.
"I just want to kiss you." Arnold replied and made a trail of kisses up her throat and chin and ended the path on her lips. She moved her arms up over his shoulders to rest them there and she moaned against his lips. It sent a shiver down his spine and his hands splayed on her lower stomach. She was wearing a tank top and the thin fabric made his touch that much more evident. She inhaled sharply when his hands slithered up her torso and grabbed at her chest.
Helga's head fell back to stop the kiss and she smirked at him, gasping for air. "Liar…" she said with humor in her voice and bit on her lower lip when he squeezed her breasts.
"We can be late one morning, can't we?" Arnold asked with a sexy grin and planted a kiss at the valley of Helga's upper body.
Blue eyes widened; it wasn't like Arnold to suggest playing hookey, even if it wasn't for the whole day. "Yeah…" she replied. "As if that wouldn't be suspicious as hell."
Arnold hummed thoughtfully. "But we live together, right?"
"Uh-huh?"
"So when one of us is late… the other one naturally waits for the other…" Arnold said with his lips ghosting so close to Helga's that she could feel his lips moving.
Helga hummed in mock realization. "Of course…" she responded before leaning in the last centimeter and smashing her lips against his. "We shouldn't take too long though. Come here." She continued, took his hand and moved towards the sideboard. She quickly pulled her underwear down and sat up on it.
"A-Already?" Arnold asked hazily, forcing his eyes to be glued on Helga's rather than the nakedness between her skirt-covered legs.
"Arnold," Helga said seriously and put her hands on his cheeks. "I've been missing you so much that I've developed water damage."
Arnold would have laughed at her words any other time than when he was in-between her legs, which he was and therefore all he registered was how much she wanted him. He started unbuckling his belt as Helga kissed him and licked his Adam's apple which he had found out was an incredibly erogenous zone to him. When he put his hands on her hips, she put her palms on the sideboard and hopped near the edge to get closer to him. Her head hit the wall in ecstasy when he entered her and she hissed at the pain she felt both at the back of her head and inside of her.
"Fuck…" Helga cursed. "Let's not take such a long break ever again, ok?"
"Agreed." Arnold replied and kissed her breasts again, urging the pain to go away.
Helga's nails dug into his scalp and she started bucking against him, silently telling him to move. He put his hands on her back, one on the lower back and the other between her shoulder blades to support her, and started thrusting inside of her. They both groaned at the intense feeling they had missed so much the last many days. They felt like their bodies were on fire.
Arnold's body was quick to betray him, but he slowed down his movements to avoid the inevitable. Helga looked at him in confusion. "What are you… slowing down for?" she asked in-between harsh breaths.
"Why do you… think?" Arnold asked, looking at her with hooded eyes. She bit her lower lip in frustration when she realized. She hated this slow pace, but she also didn't want it to end already. Finally, she growled and used her legs to force him into a quicker pace. "Helga!" Arnold warned, but she wasn't listening.
"We'll do it again when we come home." She told him and kissed him desperately. He caved in and resumed the fast pace, but he moved one of his hands up to her breast and caressed it to add to her pleasure. He felt her arms shake around his neck when he found her nipple and squeezed it as much as he could through the fabric. "Oh, for fuck's sake! Keep doing that!"
Arnold's skin got covered in goosebumps from Helga's words and he continued eagerly, hoping that even though she had told him they would do it again when they got home, he could still finish together with her. He started nibbling on her collarbone, knowing it was a soft spot to her, and moved his hand downwards. The sounds she was making was more than worth the ache he felt in his back from leaning forward like that. When she gave a scream that could only mean one thing, he made a similar sound and almost fell to the ground from exhaustion.
Helga's arms went limp over Arnold's shoulders as she huffed. "T-Typical… I tell you it's ok and yet you… go and do that."
"I… I didn't want to… finish… alone." Arnold replied with rasped breath and helped Helga stand down on her feet. She almost fell over her own legs, but she used the sideboard to hold herself up. "You sure you're ok?"
"Don't mock me, Shortman, your legs are wobbly as well." Helga sneered, but a satisfied smirk was decorating her beautiful face which was slightly glistening with sweat from their ministrations. "Now… must we go to school or… could we pretend that you caught whatever I had?"
Arnold's eyelids fell halfway down his eyes when Helga nuzzled her nose against his. "I guess… it wouldn't be that weird if… if I got sick as well." He admitted and let her kiss the corner of his mouth.
"Let's go play nurse then…" Helga suggested wickedly and led Arnold up the stairs by his hand, ignoring her panties that were still lying in the hallway.
Author's 2nd note: When did you realize that Helga had gotten her period when she was sick? xD I could actually relate to Helga a lot through this really long fever of hers – I tried that once when I was fourteen and I almost felt drugged xD A fever through a whole week is not fun… xD