This is the totally optional lemon chapter. So the story is complete without it, but if you wanted the little extra.

I normally don't write sex scenes, so here's my first try at it. Something new.

Gosh guys, make me give in. ;)

His response was immediate, his hands snaking around her back, pulling her closer. A rush of warmth surged through her, the trail of his fingers over the thin material on her back leaving a line of tingles. She pressed herself closer, her hands entangling themselves in his already disheveled hair.

After a moment more, he pulled back, the strain evident on his face.

"Helga," he managed a bit gruffly. "Maybe we should take a moment to…to think about this."

"So are we talking along the lines of the fact that I want to have make love to you, or-?" she grumbled, wanting to be past the talking part of this.

He interrupted her, grinning slightly, "Make love?"

She frowned, sliding her fingers down to his neck. "I don't think sex is the appropriate definition of what it is I want to do with you," she explained a bit sensually, her fingers skimming down his chest. She knew this would be a more effective statement if she could meet his eyes, but she couldn't get herself to do that just yet.

"You…you never stopped then, did you?" he inquired gently, scooting back to the couch and pulling her onto it.

Talking more, why was he talking? "What do you think, football head?" she joking replied, giving a nervous laugh.

"Wait just a second," he informed her, darting up from the couch to go make sure the door was locked. After he turned the locks, he slipped his shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor nearby. Helga couldn't stop herself from taking in every detail of his toned body, so unlike it had been in their childhood years. Her fingers itched to touch him.

"Why?" he continued on the subject, leaning over her on the couch to the point she was laying on her back, his hands resting just above her shoulders. He had one knee resting on the edge, leaving her in a cage of his limbs.

"As in 'why are we having this conversation?'" she complained, trying to scoot away. This wasn't going the way she wanted it to.

"Why didn't you stop?" he pressed again, leaning to trail his lips across her collarbone.

Oh gosh, it felt so good. He was just going to lay here and torture her. "Because," she managed to quip in a high pitched voice, "How could I? It's not a faucet, you can't just turn off the way you feel about someone. You were so kind and gentle and-" she stopped abruptly, a small moan escaping before she could stop it. He was making a game out of this, his hand skimming up her thigh and stopping just short. "Stop doing that," she snapped with no real malice, watching his laugh as he moved his hands back by her head.

"I'm sorry, you're right. That was mean. Not at all a kind thing to do." He grinned wickedly.

Well two can play this game, she thought. She skipped the stroking his chest and went straight for the kill zone, using her self-defense course moves to push where he was bracing his knee with her foot so he lost his balance just enough for her to seize the advantage and flip the positions.

He looked flabbergasted to find himself now on bottom side, peering up at her with wide eyes as she straddled him on the couch. She knew he was excited, she could feel it. Plus, she had always taken control in her previous times. "That was not very kind," she repeated in a teasing manner, raising an eyebrow. "I guess I misjudged you. However, we both already know that I already have a mean streak," she rambled on, sitting up to slowly undo the ribbon that was tied just over her breasts. "And I've had much more time honing mine than you have, I think." With one final tug, she let the material fall open, sliding it off of her shoulders. For a moment, it was silent enough to hear a pin drop as he stared at her, mouth agape. He didn't even give her enough time to feel self-conscious before he muttered something incoherent, bolting up and embracing her tightly, his kiss rough and hungry against her own.

Helga could feel her body exploding in way she never imaged, the pure thrill of being close to Arnold like this more than she had ever imagined. His hands moved, touching every inch of her exposed flesh, gently stopping to brush his thumbs over her nipples. She kissed him more fervently now, gently nipping at his lips before throwing back her head to expose the skin of her neck. He immediately took the hint, placing soft kisses across her collarbone and down to her breast, his tongue lightly circling the soft skin around her nipple. Her moan was louder than she intended it to be, but she didn't care. No one would hear over the clashes of thunder that raged on just outside. "Now," she managed a bit roughly, her fingers sliding down to the button of his jeans, deftly undoing it.

Without protest, he gently moved her to the edge of the couch before standing and seeming to bunny hop from his jeans, leaving them in a heap on the floor. Next went his boxers, and oh she almost couldn't stand it. He paused for a moment, awkwardly muttering, "Do we need a-?"

"Birth control," she gasped, feeling her heart start to pound. It was really going to happen. She almost couldn't believe it. And she certainly couldn't stand the wait any longer. She jumped up from the couch, enveloping him in another tight embrace, this kiss gentler. She trailed more gentle kisses down his neck, giving a small shudder as she felt him removing the last article of clothing keeping them apart. He appraised her body for a moment, stroking his fingers across the soft flesh of her stomach. "You know you're beautiful," he murmured into her ear as he backed her slowly to the bed. The tender kisses continued as he sat her down on the edge, gently pushing her down as he once more ran his fingers over her exposed skin.

The moment his fingers touched between her legs, she felt like she was going to melt. She stood on her tiptoes, legs splayed to give him better access. She watched his eyes take in her body once more, watching her heaving chest as she took in gulps of air.

After a moment of getting her courage up once more, she gently trailed her fingers over the length of him, stopping at the base to wrap her fingers around him. She began to move her hand rhythmically. He was much better off than…what was that guy's name now? She didn't even care. She just wanted Arnold.

"Arnold," she said urgently, and he knew what she meant.

There was a collective moan as he pushed into her, leaning down to once more kiss her. Her arms snaked around his neck as she bucked her hips against him. His hand went to the small of her back, keeping her elevated as he continued his thrusts, each time sending waves of pleasure through her. Her moans continued faster, her hands roaming over anywhere she could touch. His breath was heavy as he moved to lean against her. "Faster," she managed to hiss, continuing to grind her hips against him. Her hands found their way to his back, her fingers digging in and running down his back as she writhed. Yet she still didn't feel like they were close enough. She craved his closeness, wanted him as close as he could get to her.

He had a looked of confusion, which quickly turned into a grin as she rolled them over, switching positions. She placed her hands on his chest, continuing to buck her hips against him in an ecstatic manner. All she knew was she could feel him against her, and she couldn't get enough of it. Each time she felt his thrusts, little waves of pleasure shot through her. He reached out, grabbing her hips and pushing her harder against him. His panting and writhing was driving her mad, and she felt herself building in pleasure. Her moans continued breathlessly as he continued to move against her, his hands moving to her breasts then to her neck, where he quickly pulled her ton him for passionate kisses, his tongue finding her own, battling. Just before it got too much for her to bear, she felt herself explode in pleasure, waves of it exploding across her body. Somewhere in between her sounds of pleasure, she called out his name before exploding into a small fit of giggles as she was prone to do. She rolled off, panting heavily, her hair sticky against her forehead. She couldn't remember the last time it had felt this good. In fact, she didn't think it had.

"You alright?" he inquired, breathlessly. She simply nodded, kissing him roughly before gesturing for him to move closer. "Keep going," she breathed.

He need no prompting before resuming his thrusting against her, and for some gosh awful reason, she found the beating of the headboard against the wall funny. She tightened herself around him as he continued, not wanting him to stop despite how sensitive she was feeling. She continued to rock herself against him, wanting to make him feel good. Wanting to be the one responsible for every moan and gasp the escaped through his lips.

A minute or so more, and the look on his face as he released himself sent shivers through her. She listened to him moan, gasping as he finally removed himself. She sat up, placing her forehead against his own sweaty one and once more kissed him gently.

"I'm going to need to change the sheets," he joked, daring a glance between her legs. Typical Arnold.