Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.

They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.

Title: "Blackmail toy"

In the last chapter of "Blackmail toy": As Helga and Arnold's essence of the love making began to take its course, he admitted to have a girlish fantasy as well. He showered Helga in pink, rose petals, while she admitted to him that while she loved him and his gesture with all her heart, she didn't need such things to make this moment perfect.

Both blonde teens torture plans were ruined, as they simply couldn't handle the begging of their significant other, and so the love and tension in the air simply became thicker and thicker as Helga experienced her second orgasm this time by the tongue of Arnold. And now, without much else to stop them, they were finally ready to take the big step.

Author's 1st note: Guess who got her driving license in the first try? Me! xD

On less happy terms: I got a rather rude review after chapter 40/41, I believe. I'm not sure if this person was being serious or not (if not, then use smileys, damn it, so people don't misunderstand your mood! xD) but I was basically told: "Don't make us wait till the weekend, that'd be rubbish, fuck school." I have one thing to say to that: Uh, no! Are you kidding me? As much as I love writing, then it's a hobby, it can't bring me much money in the future (at least not realistically) so no, not fuck school, I have a life outside this, you know, and dreams for myself. So, no matter how frustrated you might be about having to wait a few days longer, then at least try to be civil about it, would you? -.-

All right, on with le love making! xD

Chapter 42: "Because I love you"

None of the love-struck teens were quite sure why they kissed for this long. If they were nervous, if they were trying to procrastinate or if they were simply so into such simple kisses that they almost forget what they were supposed to do. But as if thunder had just emerged from a clear sky, Helga felt Arnold prodding against her sex. With a slight gasp, she stopped the kiss and dared to look down towards their stomachs.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to…" Arnold said, but then Helga simply smiled up at him, removed a lock of his hair from his face and swung her legs around his waist. "Well, then mean to this time around." She requested with a loving, yet tense smile. As awkward as that conversation had been, then her older sister Olga had snuck in the typical talk of the birds and the bees and even gave her a very detailed description of her own first time. Olga had been with a jerk and it had hurt, but Helga trusted Arnold and knew he wouldn't hurt her. At least not deliberately, but she knew she'd have to expect a bit of pain. Even a lot maybe.

"Ok… how, uh… how would you like me to do this?" Arnold asked with an edge to his voice, also nervous about these first minutes of the lovemaking. He was terrified of hurting Helga, and it just made it all that much worse to know that he couldn't really avoid it. This sort of thing did hurt, and he just hoped she knew of a way to make it less painful.

Helga thought about it for a second before she answered. "I think… it'd be better to just look at this like… ripping off a bandage. Just get this part over with as quick as possible, you know?" she suggested. Arnold's eyes went wide at that; he had hoped to do this slowly, but if she believed it'd hurt less the other way, then he'd obey.

"Ok… t-tell me if you want me to stop, ok?" Arnold begged and intertwined his fingers with Helga's and gently placed their hands next to her head. She smiled at his words and his reassuring squeeze of her hand. She nodded at him, took a deep breath and gently kissed his lips. "Ok… I'm ready." She said gently and closed her eyes with a deep breath.

Arnold gulped, squeezed Helga's hand and did as fast as he possibly could. She had whimpered at the first inches, but actually made a choking sound, when he got all the way in. "Helga?" he asked worriedly, cursing for having done it this way. He could feel her lower abdomen shake at the pain, and her breath was ragging. She gave him a tense smile, but he could see the pain in her eyes. "Ow…" she said teasingly, but then squeezed her eyes shut.

"Do you want me to - - "

"No!" Helga interrupted, just before Arnold actually pulled back. She used her legs to keep him inside of her, and that actually lowered the pain a little. Wondering if her position could make this less painful, she arched her back a little and gasped slightly in pleasure as she managed to hit her g-spot. "This is better…"

"Y-You sure?" Arnold asked, having felt really good at that slight movement, but hadn't dared to move along with Helga. She smiled at him, took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah… Just… g-give me a second, ok?" she begged, which he nodded to instantly. "I wish I could make it better." He said with pleading eyes, hoping for her to tell him what to do. With a loving smile, she lifted her free hand and wrapped her arm around his neck to pull him down to her. He wrapped his free arm beneath her lower back and just held her tightly. "This helps…" she announced weakly and just focused on breathing. He smiled at her words and gently kissed her cheek.

Helga wasn't sure how long she was withholding any movements, but she just couldn't help but adore this gentle butterfly kisses, Arnold placed all over her upper body and face. She wanted to kiss him back so badly, but she just wanted to make the pain go away, so she decided to focus on the pleasure she knew would follow.

Then, finally, all Helga could feel was him. No pain, no odd stretching feeling – at least not, in an uncomfortable way – and she smiled at Arnold. "You can move now." She said reassuringly. He looked up at her and gulped a bit. "You… sure?" he asked, truly hoping she wasn't pushing herself. He would hate himself forever, if he knew he had hurt her unnecessarily. She giggled at him and tightened her grip around his hand, neck and waist. "Yes."

Arnold smiled at Helga and laid his lips upon hers, as he slowly moved away from her, and back in again. It hurt her only a tiny bit, but the pleasure was greater than anything else. She noticed how he was studying her every expression, so she smiled lovingly at him and started to nuzzle his hair in her hand.

"God, this feels amazing." Helga reassured Arnold and moaned a bit at that slow, almost frustrating feeling he was giving her through that slow motion. He smiled at her, relieved that she felt good now. "Yeah… c-can I…?" he asked gently, knowing she'd know what he meant. She smiled at him, nodded and removed her hand from his to wrap both her arms around his neck. "Make love to me, Arnold."

Arnold smiled broadly at Helga's words, took a small breath and picked up the speed. She moaned delightfully against his lips and he moaned back against hers. The pace was still slow, both of them still trying to get used to this new feeling. He kept studying her, now mostly because everything she seemed to do, every moan every flinch of her eyes, every ragged motion with her hips, just turned him on all the more.

Like Arnold, Helga couldn't even bring herself to keep her eyes closed. She wanted to see him, to see him look at her with that much adoration and with so much lust, just made her buck even rougher against him. He gasped at her advances towards him and she just kept doing it. "H-Helga, please…" he pleaded with her and put one of his hands on her hips to stop him.

"Why?" Helga asked in confusion, feeling slightly frustrated at being stopped at such a perfect moment. Arnold looked nervously at her though, perhaps a little ashamed, but just gulped before he spoke to her. "Helga…" he said gently and then just smiled so broadly at her, that she could almost feel the tears prick at her eyes. That look… That look she had imagined him looking at her with for so many years, and then it was like she truly realized how he felt for her.

"Helga… I adore you so much… in a way, I always have, and I know that I always will… I care for you, and I want to protect you with every fiber of my being. I… crave being around you and I have wanted this moment for so long… so I… I want it to last forever, really… or at least for as long as we both can handle it." Arnold said with a slight chuckle.

Helga's eyes were wide with awe, as she felt the tears threaten to fall down her cheeks. Hearing Arnold, the boy she had always adored and loved from afar, to tell her that he adored her, wanted to protect her with every fiber of his being… She knew it was only a matter of seconds, before he'd throw some sort of bomb at her and she'd break at the love spreading in her whole body.

Arnold gently laid both of his hands against both of Helga's temples, and held his forehead against his. She noticed, how his eyes were closed and he was just smiling with so much affection, that she knew he wasn't finished speaking at all. He's going to make me burst… I can feel it. She thought and tried to prepare herself for what he'd say. Don't cry… Please, don't cry. No matter what he says: don't… cry.

"I want to… to make love with you forever, really… though that's impossible, I guess. I want to feel your arms around me, to feel your kiss and to feel your heart against mine forever… I want this moment… this moment, were we're both as happy as we can be, to last forever… so please, I'm begging you… don't try to rush this." Arnold said gently and then laid his cheek against Helga's. "We have all the time in the world… right?"

Then Helga's eyes closed and two tears roll down her cheeks. Arnold opened his eyes gently, as he felt something wet and warm against his cheek. He lifted his head a bit and looked at the girl beneath him, his eyes going wide when he saw her sapphire eyes brimming with tears. "Helga? W-Was it something I said?" he asked her worriedly and went to remove the tear from her cheek, but she brushed his hand away. "Yeah, it was something you said, you sweet idiot!"

Arnold looked at Helga in slight confusion as she lifted one of her hands to cover her eyes. He knew she was a little ashamed at letting him see her cry; she was a proud girl after all, but it didn't stop her from talking to him in a slightly, slurry voice due to her sobbing. "Swee-Sweet idiot… how can I not cry, when the boy I have loved since the moment I saw him, tells me that?" she wondered aloud with a sarcastic chuckle. He gulped at the word 'loved' and felt his heartbeat quicken in anticipation of what she'd say next.

"I love you, Arnold… I've always loved you… You were the first person to ever notice me, even if it was for something as simple as a pink bow, then I kept that bow on me forever, because it reminded me of you… It's a memento, a proof of you having actually complimented me. I've been hopelessly, pathetically in love with you since I first saw you… I adored you, I still do, but I never knew how to show it, because I didn't know what love meant. I didn't have anything to compare to at my home, but now everything's just… coming together. My parents care all of a sudden, I've met Aaron who I've connected with in a way, I never have with my sister… and you love me… right?"

Arnold didn't even know that he had been about to cry, but at that simple question from Helga, he felt a tear run down his right cheek. She removed her hand from her face, when she felt something liquid hit her hand gently and she looked at him in disbelief, when she saw how shiny his eyes were all of a sudden.

"I do…" Arnold answered gently and smiled at Helga, not even realizing that he was crying – even if it was only a little bit. "I really do, Helga, I love you." he said again and caressed her cheek gently, this time removing the former tears from her eyes, though from looking at him crying, new tears just started rolling down her cheeks.

"Are you crying?" Helga asked in both awe and disbelief. Arnold choked a bit on his breath as he tried feeling if he was. Then he smiled a bit, lifted his hand and removed the wet line on his cheek. "I-I guess so…" he admitted with a slightly embarrassed smile, but he wasn't truly shy about it. He was proud honestly. Proud of Helga for being this honest, proud of himself to finally having said the words the both of them had longed for him to hear.

"W-What's the matter with you?" Helga asked in incredulity and smacked Arnold's chest lightly. "W-Why are you crying?" she asked as she sniffed a bit, her own tears still streaming down her eyes. "Y-You're crying too." He pointed out and sniffed as well. "Yeah, but I'm a girl; I'm allowed to!" she answered him childishly and turned to look at him again, rather than this chest.

Without really knowing why, they started laughing gently. They were bickering even at a time like this, and for some reason, that fact just made them unbelievably happy. Arnold laid his forehead against Helga's again, as their laughter slowly went inaudible and they just opened their eyes to look at each other again.

"I love you." they both whispered at the same time, their eyes going a little wide at the fact that they had said it in unison. Helga giggled a little bit. "We're… really sappy… aren't we?" she asked gently and choked a little on the air in her throat. Arnold chuckled at that and let his fingers go through her blonde locks, which were spread all of his pillow. It was the most perfect vision in the entire world.

"After everything we've been through… I'd say we deserve to be." Arnold answered, causing his beloved to giggle beneath him, making her breasts bounce gently against his chest. "… Can I admit something?" she asked and laid the palm of her hands around his neck. He smiled at her and nodded. "All I told you, back at the whole FTI incident… it was all true."

Arnold cocked his head a little to the side, knowing that Helga was talking about her confession, but not about which part of it. She must've been referring to something specific after all. "All of it… th-the stalking… the volumes of books about poetry about you… a-and… a-and even the shrines…" she then admitted nervously and gulped. "Does that… gross you out?"

Arnold was only a little surprised at being questioned so suddenly about that. He simply smiled at her though and shook his head slowly. "There's nothing… nothing you could possibly have done to make me not love you… I am a little curious about the shrines though. How does that work?" he asked curiously.

Helga couldn't believe it; was Arnold insane? He seriously didn't mind? She didn't want to question him and risk anything though, as she simply shrugged at his question. "I stopped doing that after San Lorenzo… th-that counts for the stalking too. It's… It's only the poetry I really held on to." She answered a little embarrassedly.

"How much… How much did you stalk me anyway? I mean… what have you seen or what do you know?" Arnold asked curiously. He noticed how Helga was obviously blushing. I wonder if something specific is going through her head? He smirked a little slyly at her. "Helga… what have you done?" he asked in a mockingly accusing voice.

"Well… l-let's just say that… I know how your vent system works and that you can be trapped behind that stupid couch of yours forever, if you don't have that remote controller." Helga answered a little quickly, hoping for Arnold not to catch on to every detail she had just admitted to him. He did though and his eyes went a little wide. "My vent system…? You mean… you've been crawling through those? Helga! That's dangerous!"

"That's all you've got to say, football head?" Helga asked with disbelief in her voice and on her face. "Well… that and… the couch?" he repeated and turned his head to look towards it. "When were you… behind my couch?" he asked and turned to look at her again, noticing how much she was blushing.

"Ah… re… remember that parrot?" Helga asked and sighed a little nervously. This is the only story I'll tell him for tonight… I have forever to tell him every other story. Like who Cecile is too… She promised herself. Arnold cocked an eyebrow at that question and tried to remember a parrot. "… Oh! That green one that recited… poetry… Oh, my God, that was yours?" he asked with a big smile, starting to imagine how much panic that must have been going through her when that thing flew away.

"Well, technically my dad's, but at some point through the night, he put it in my room apparently… a-and I wrote a poem about you during that night, and then the next morning that… fucking bird had remembered all of it. I tried to kill it with a chainsaw and then it flew away." Helga admitted with a pout.

"Helga!" Arnold chastised, but couldn't help but laugh. "You can't seriously wonder why it tried to escape, right?" he asked, hoping for that nod that she gave him. "I know that! But I was scared out of my freaking mind. It just had to go to your house, right? So I… ended up behind your couch." She explained, awaiting for him to pop the big question. If he wasn't too dense to realize that was.

"Oh, man… how long were you trapped back there?" Arnold asked, wondering what it was like behind that couch. "… For the whole night." Helga answered and closed her eyes, waiting for him to be shocked. He blinked a couple of times, as the wheels turned in his head. "The… whole night? From the evening to the morning?" he asked, which she nodded slowly at.

Arnold then blushed. He blushed deeply. "Helga!" he scolded again, this time with obvious embarrassment in his voice. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I-If it's any consolation, then I fainted from happiness from what I saw, when you changed!" she said embarrassedly and tried to hide her face from him. He choked on his own breath at that.

"Th-That's not really… Seriously, you fainted?" Arnold asked in a mix of incredulity, wonder and… a little pride, perhaps. Helga uncovered her face, having heard that slight, boyish pride in his voice and nodded. He blinked a couple of times, embarrassed to the very core of his body, before he simply laid his cheek against her chest. He sighed a bit, causing his breath to tickle one of her breasts. She flinched a little at the feeling, and then, it was as if she realized what kind of odd conversation they suddenly had going on in the middle of… well, this.

Arnold realized it too, and his heart begun to beat rapidly again for another reason than his embarrassment. "I can scold you for that later…" he announced and kissed Helga's breast gently. She gasped a little, but couldn't help a small giggle. Arnold scolding me? How… interesting. She admitted in her head, and then surrendered to the newly born pleasure.

Arnold closed his eyes and kissed Helga's breast, deliberately avoiding the sensitive nipple in the middle of it. Hey, he wasn't going to scold her now, but he could still punish her a little, right? That small punishment didn't last long though, because he wasn't planning on punishing himself, and he really wanted to finally, really try this.

Arnold lifted himself on his arm and placed his lips around Helga's nipple. She flinched at the ecstatic feeling and moved her hand up to his hair again. He wasn't entirely sure why, but to feel her hand against his scalp calmed him in a way he didn't know that he could be calmed.

Using the tip of his tongue, Arnold started to circle the nipple beneath him. Helga moaned loudly and started to bite at her lower lip. "Oh, God…" she whispered and gasped a little bit. He smiled a little at that small exclamation and then gently pulled his teeth together around the nipple. She gasped loudly and started involuntarily to pull at the blonde tuffs in his hair. She was trying so very hard to not lose control, she really was, but even her legs started to shake around his waist.

"A-Arnold… can we please continue? Please?" Helga begged in such a fragile, begging voice, that Arnold actually had to pull his head up and look at her, to make sure it was still the same girl. It was indeed his Helga, begging for him to make love to her. He smiled at her and then pulled out once and in again, causing her to gasp loudly. "Yes, ma'am." He answered teasingly, which made her roll her eyes for a second, but for only a second, since he then really started to move inside of her.

Arnold didn't really know, why he loved the feeling of Helga's hands in his head to this extend, but it could almost make him cum at the spot, if she continued that. Looking at her moaning like that, her body coiling beneath him in absolute desire, it was the greatest pleasure he could imagine.

Helga then opened her eyes, smiled at Arnold and lifted her arms above his neck. "Can you pull me up?" she asked in a whisper. He had to stop for a second, just to catch his breath, and then he pulled her up with a smile, making sure to stay inside of her as he did so.

Both blondes gasped at the new feeling of Helga sitting on top of Arnold on her knees. "This feels… really different." She observed with a slight pant, feeling some sweat trickle down her throat. "Y-Yeah…" he answered with some heavy breathing and looked at her with half-lidded eyes. Without a word, she slowly moved up and then down, mostly just trying to feel how different it was.

They both gasped a bit, as Helga slowly continued trying to find a fitting pace and a steady rhythm. Arnold placed one of his hands on her thigh and the other on her hip. He kept her steady as they both managed to move themselves in harmony, finding that rhythm they had been searching for. It wasn't surprising how quickly they found it; they were already in harmony in so many other ways, why would this be any different?

When Helga let her head fall backwards, exposing her chest and throat a little more, Arnold moved his mouth to her throat and started kissing it hungrily. She moaned loudly at the feeling and started to knead his scalp a little at he feeling. They pulled each other closer, never losing that rhythm they had so perfectly going, as if they had done this a million times before.

Both Arnold and Helga knew that it couldn't go on much longer; they didn't even have to say anything. She whipped her head back up again, placed her hands on his chest and banged him down against the matrass. He gasped for a second, but simply grabbed ahold of her hips again and continued the rhythm.

Arnold started to slam himself up inside Helga and she gasped every time he did it. With a predatory grin, she grabbed his hands, intertwined her fingers in his and placed them dominantly on each side of his head. It turned him on. Boy, did it turn him on! She was a dominant girl, and he knew it and loved it.

Helga moved a little closer to Arnold's face, still smiling hungrily at him and it was almost like her eyes were laughing at him for trying to kiss her in this state. Eventually, she did grant him a kiss though, and their tongues had never quite danced like this together. It was hungrily, almost primal even and eventually they had to let go of each other to be able to breathe.

"A-Arnold!" Helga gasped with a whimper, as she felt herself reaching her climax. Arnold didn't even have to ask her, he was actually sure that he could feel her starting to tighten around him. It felt wonderful, and he knew they would even do this in unison as well. "Helga!" he exclaimed as well and tightened his grip around her hands, as she did as well.

Then everything almost went dark for the both of them. With some heavy gasps, perhaps even screams, their eyes rolled back in their heads and they shook erratically. Helga gasped a couple of times, as Arnold tried to find the ability to breath once again. She slowly fell down on top of him and he sneaked his hands out of her much loosened ones to wrap his arms around her waist.

Helga and Arnold kept breathing heavily into each other's ears and it took them almost several minutes, before they calmed down. With one slow breath, Helga slowly lifted herself off Arnold and collapsed down next to him lazily, feeling like she had just run a marathon.

Arnold opened his eyes slowly to look at the gasping girl next to him, who still hadn't opened her eyes. With an adoring smile, he used the last of his strength to grab the covers and pull them over the both of them. She opened her eyes, when she felt the soft fabric slide over her naked form and then just smiled at him. "Gallant as ever, I see." She observed with a tired smile. He smirked at her and moved a little closer to her. "That's not gonna change… ever." he answered and laid his arm over her hip.

With a small, very exhausted giggle, Helga pulled her lower arm in-between their chests and the other one over his shoulders. "Please don't change… ever." she begged as she slowly started to be able to inhale the air around her again. "I won't… if you promise not to change either." Arnold answered as he snaked his arm beneath her head, providing her a pillow.

"Really? You don't want me to change? Not even a little bit?" Helga asked in slight wonder, though she could feel her eyelids going heavy at this point. "No… well, no, that's not true…" Arnold then admitted, causing her tired eyes to narrow a bit in surprise. "I want you to have a little more confidence… being the amazing person that you are, then I still can't believe how little you think of yourself." he explained, which caused her to blush a bit.

Helga sighed a bit at the very Arnold like request. "All right… I'll try… I know that I can with you by my side." She answered as she played with a lock of his hair in her fingers. He smiled at the very calming feeling that gave him. "Then I guess I'll have to be by your side forever, huh?" he asked with mock annoyance and sighed.

Helga giggled and gently pushed at Arnold's shoulder. "Yes, you can't get rid of me now, football head. You're stuck with me forever." She answered and snuggled closer to him, ready to fall into a deep sleep at this point. "You promise that?" he asked her gently. "Hmm…" she muttered, not really hearing what he was saying anymore. "Because, you know… at some point in the future, there is going to be one thing I'd like to change about you…"

Helga didn't hear what Arnold was saying, nor did that really matter to him. He had to say these words aloud, even if it was only to promise himself to truly ask her this question in the future. "We're not talking tonight… and we're not talking tomorrow, next month, not even next year…" he said gently and kissed her forehead as he closed his eyes. "… but at some point, I want to ask you to change… your surname… and take mine instead. I want you to be a proper part of my family… and I want you to feel like you belong here… with me… because I love you."

And with this spoken vow, Arnold fell asleep, as he cradled his fiancé-to-be in his arms.

Author's 2nd note: Not the last chapter either… The next one will be about the morning after and the goodbyes and such :P Can you feel from my text that I'm tired? So very… very tired. I can't re-read this, seriously… It's a miracle I even managed to finish it within such few hours. Be happy, please, I'm really struggling with a lot all of a sudden xD I'm not just talking school :P A lot happened in this one fucking week xD Luckily the driving lessons are over, so my stress level should go down quite a bit just from that. Goodnight… I need to wake up again in six hours… xD (Yes, I'm pitying myself, I'm allowed to! xD)