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

They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.

Title: "Roadside girl"

In the last chapter: Arnold was unnaturally happy on the morning for his last exam. It wasn't due to the fact that it was his last exam, but rather that he now had an official deal with Helga to go out again sometime though they hadn't worked out any details yet.

There was a downside to Arnold and Helga suddenly getting more along though; the other feelings that suddenly started to surface. The new costumes, which the director decided the girls should wear all day, were driving Arnold crazy whenever he looked at Helga so when it was time for them to practice a rather sensual scene between their characters, the both of them couldn't focus on their lines and were sent away for a break.

Arnold and Helga knew what they wanted, but shouldn't do so what was the alternative in order to get… calm?

Author's 1st note: I'm sorry it took so long! I'm so mean… xD Honestly, I wasn't sure how I wanted this first part of the chapter to be. I was going back and forth between all the way, partially the way and no way at all xD As in: get interrupted… yet again xD But you can see what I came up with now! Enjoy :P

[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]

Chapter 13: "Your goal in life"

"Hey!" Helga said and snapped her fingers in front of Arnold whom it took a second or two to get out of his reverie. He looked into her ocean blue eyes, finally showing that he was listening. "We're never gonna do this with your head in the clouds." She told him and stepped away from the wall. "D-Do what?" he asked, but then she was letting the silk robe slide down her arms. Helga! He screamed inside his head because his mouth was too shocked to say her name aloud. "You weren't listening to me at all, were you?" she asked a little accusingly, looking at him over her shoulder. He shook his head in dead honesty, seriously wishing he had heard what she had suggested because, boy, wouldn't he have loved to hear the words from her mouth.

"We need to get un-tensed, right?"

"Uh-huh…"

"But we only have about ten minutes, which is not nearly enough time for what I'd really like to do with you." Helga said with a very small, almost invisible smirk on her face. Arnold blushed heavily and looked away. "I wouldn't last ten minutes at this point…" He muttered under his breath, not seeing that Helga was now blushing as well. "Well, thank you." she said, unable to think of anything more appropriate to say. Arnold gasped when he realized that he had just admitted that aloud and put his hand over his mouth as if to conceal any other indecent words that may have planned to slip from his lips. He did his best to force his blush, among other things, to go down while she simply smiled a little at him. "Wait. So…" he started as he removed his hand from his mouth. "What did you suggest?"

Helga looked at Arnold for a moment, looking as if she was weighing the cons and pros of answering him. "Helga?" he questioned and she sighed. "I was thinking… Olga always makes me, uh… massage her whenever she's stressed and she says it helps a lot, so… how about it?" she suggested shyly and his eyes widened. "A… massage?" he repeated and then felt the alarm going on in his head. No! No, no, no! I do not trust myself with my hands on Helga right now! He screamed inside his head, but on the outside, he was as calm as a summer breeze. "Uh… sure. That could work." He answered, despite his brain and his body begging to differ. "Ok, then lie down." She told him and put her robe down on the floor. Me…? He thought for a moment as he lay down. Oh, she is going to give me a message! He thought and smiled in relief. At least until he felt her sit on his lower back and panic rose within him again. Hold on. This is even worse! I don't have anything else to focus on but her hands on me!

"Uh, Arnold. I-I'm gonna need your shirt off…" Helga muttered above him, her face completely flushed, but he couldn't see that. "Oh, uh…" he muttered and felt her move herself upwards so that he had room to pull his t-shirt off. To his surprise, she grabbed the hem of his t-shirt as well and helped him pull it off. He didn't notice how eager her hands were though. He rolled the t-shirt into a ball, crossed his hands on the floor and used them for extra leverage on the t-shirt as a pillow for his chin. He refused to lay on his cheek; he would be able to see her too if he did! He shut his eyes tight when he felt her slightly cold hands ghost over his back. They disappeared quickly though and he was about to ask what was wrong when he felt the hands on him again. Oh… she removed the gloves. He observed as she started with her hands connected next to each other, gliding them gently over his spine and to his shoulder blades.

It's Olga. It's just Olga. I've done this a million times and it's just Olga… Helga kept chanting this mantra inside her head as her hands slid down his left side, gently, carefully…. Sensually. Oh, who am I kidding? Arnold's back is too broad and toned to even remotely resemble Olga's! She added in her mind and shut her eyes tight. Arnold kept his eyes closer as well, trying to force his body to relax and yet not relax too much. It was painful lying on his stomach right then and not because of the cold floor. Helga had avoided that by putting the robe beneath him, but it was rather the hard floor against his manhood that hurt, but he wouldn't turn around. No, he would not… even if it was far more tempting to do so; to turn around and feel Helga's warmth rather than the cold floor.

Crap! Arnold thought just before a moan escaped him. Helga's hands ceased their movement, surprised by the small, but very distinctive moan she had just heard. She quickly continued before he could make any excuses, forcing another moan out of him. Here? She questioned in surprise and let her fingers ghost over his lower back and once they were almost around his stomach, he moaned again. Interesting… She thought foggily and put more pressure on her hands and she glided them up towards his shoulders again. He felt her lift herself from his backside again and he imagined her arching her back above him.

This… This is making me less tense, but I'm not more relaxed. Arnold observed as a part of him twitched when Helga's fingers ghosted over his hips again. Damn it! She's doing it on purpose! He thought in frustration and turned his head to the side to shoot her a dirty look, but it didn't turn dirty the way he had intended. When he saw that lewd expression on her face, all he could think about was wanting to feel her hands on his hips again along with every other part of his body she would like to touch.

Helga gulped when she saw the way Arnold was looking at her; his eyes were full of awe and lust. It was too much. "T-Turn around." She ordered gently and removed her hands from him. "Huh?" he mumbled in surprise, but his mind was too foggy to let him go shy. "I-I want to massage your pectorals too…" she admitted, but also lied. In reality, she just wanted to see his face. In the back of Arnold's mind, he wondered what pectorals even were and whether he would know the answer if he had been in a different situation and capable of thinking logically. When she rose herself on her knees though, unknowing of the view she was giving him of her inner thighs, he turned around obediently, much too eagerly for his own good.

Helga felt as if she was crossing the point of no return when she sank herself on Arnold's lower abdomen. They both gasped. He's hard! Well, doi, but still! She thought and gulped as she seated herself properly. She could feel Arnold's thighs shaking behind her and she took a deep breath. "Don't do that." she warned a little desperately. When he managed to open his eyes again, she leaned forward with her hands, making sure that she kept staying seated where she was. Her right hand helped the left apply more pressure on his shoulder as it slid down over his naked chest and pulled it back towards herself. It was a little silly; getting excited over seeing a boy's chest. It wasn't like it was anything special, really. It was the same thing as going to the beach… but Helga's eyes kept darting around over his chest behind those half-closed eyelids of hers. He wasn't muscular, but he had defined lines. He was toned and his skin felt warm, soft and yet firm beneath her palms.

Arnold wasn't sure whether he wanted to shut his eyes tight and just pray that he could get through this without embarrassing himself or keep looking at Helga hovering above him. Her leather dress didn't have any straps, so it didn't have anything to hold itself up other than her breasts and it was slowly starting to fall down a little bit. Her skin that had been cold before they had started this was now heating up and a few droplets of sweat were traveling from her beck and in-between her breasts. He felt himself twitch and if her gasp was anything to go by, she had felt it too.

Helga slowly opened her eyes and looked at Arnold who was flushed with embarrassment because of his own body. She bit on her lower lip and realized that the temptation too great for her to resist; she let her hips move above him, earning a groan from him. His hands went to her thighs, his nails starting to dig into her them. She gasped at the dull pain and put her hands over his as she moved again. "H-Helga… you're… doing that on purpose, right?" he asked with a husky voice, but she didn't answer as she just kept grinding on him.

Arnold gasped at a particular hard thrust from Helga's hips and his nails dug harder into her flesh. Her hands over his moved to his chest and then she stilled. They panted as they gazed at each other, their hearts beating so harshly that it was a miracle they couldn't hear them. Helga felt Arnold's hands moving up her thighs and when she looked down, she saw his fingers crawling up under her dress, which was already hanging unceremoniously over her thighs. Her hands went to his lower abdomen and they rested there as his hands kept slithering up her stomach and only stopped when they were right beneath her chest.

In the way back of Arnold's mind, he noticed that Helga wasn't wearing a bra, but didn't give it much thought. She gasped when his hands continued and she fell forward until her face was right in front of his. His hands had been forced up all the way to her breasts and they were now looking expectantly at each other. "Did you… honestly think that… this wouldn't happen…?" Arnold asked, not accusingly, but in wonder. Helga shook her head in honesty and then dipped down to kiss him. He groaned into the kiss and his hands started pulling on her breasts, wanting her to come even closer to him.

Helga gasped when Arnold's hands eagerly began to squeeze her breasts and she wondered in the back of her mind if it wouldn't have been easier for him to pull the dress down rather than forcing his hands beneath the tight dress. He seemed to think the same thing because suddenly his hands pulled out of her dress and she whined a little at the loss of contact until his fingers grabbed the top of her dress. He stopped though and looked questioningly at her. Since she wasn't glaring at him, but was rather begging him with her eyes, he slowly pulled her dress down.

Helga gasped when the cold hit her now bare chest and she shivered a little bit. "Cold?" Arnold asked with his eyes glued on her erect nipples. She chuckled inwardly at the way he almost seemed hypnotized by her half-naked body, but on the outside simply nodded to his question. Within two seconds, Arnold had put his hand on her now bare back and had pulled her down to his level. Helga's fingers curled into a fist when his mouth kissed her breast softly. When his tongue darted out and licked two small circles around her nipple, those moans she had managed to keep inaudible beforehand turned into one long groan.

Arnold leaned back and smiled at the way Helga's face was churned in a mix of excitement and embarrassment. "Warmer?" he asked smugly and she growled at him. "Very funny, Mr. Shortman!" she told him as she grabbed his wrists and pinned him down. She hadn't even realized that in the process, she had grinded against his pelvis and thereby causing a loud gasp to emit from him. Reacting by instinct, Helga put her free hand over his mouth, her other still managing to have a hold of both his wrists above his head.

"Criminy, could you be any louder?" Helga asked in a hiss and Arnold frowned at her. She then felt something twitch behind her and she turned to look, even though she knew what it was she felt. "Oh… I want to apologize, but I have a feeling that I didn't exactly hurt you…" She answered, as she looked at him again, smirking gleefully. He rolled his eyes in slight annoyance, but it quickly turned into a pleasured expression brought by her hips grinding against his again, this time much slower and definitely deliberately. "Ooh, this is gonna be fun…"

Arnold's eyes widened in slight horror at that very familiar, mischievous smirk Helga was showing him and surely enough, she started grinding harshly on him and her hand quickly became the only thing that kept him quiet. She could hear him growl in a mix of heated anger and lust and the way he was looking at her, made her wonder if he was pleading with her to stop or continue forevermore.

"Oh, don't give me that look…" Helga pleaded artificially and Arnold simply kept frowning, small sounds emitting from his muffled mouth. "Can't hear you." she teased and in reaction, he bucked upwards roughly, causing her to gasp. She looked at him nervously when the smug smirk was suddenly on his face. She couldn't see it behind her hand, but she knew it was there. Well, crap. She thought when she realized that the tables had turned. Her hold on his mouth tightened in warning, but he still started to buck up against her, rolling his hips beneath hers. She didn't bother trying to stop him because, damn, it felt just a little too good and she could see that he was enjoying it just as much.

As the pleasure started to make Helga's mind hazy, her hold on Arnold's wrists loosened. When he finally noticed that fact, he pulled his hands away from under her. She gasped for a moment, about to crash down onto him, until he turned the both of them around and she landed safely under the silk robe instead. Her legs were sprawled over his bended knees and with a smirk, he pulled on her hips until she was nestled against his groin. The excited purr she made caused him to shiver with want and he leaned down to press himself more firmly against her.

Helga had half the mind to tell Arnold to do what they both wanted and then to hell with the play for another few minutes; or how long either would last, but she was incapable of saying anything when his mouth met hers with so much fervor that she started shivering. Her back arched, as much as it could since it was already halfway off the ground because of their position, and she threw her head back. She was too proud to ask him to do what she wanted, but she didn't need to; Arnold seemed just as desperate to touch her as she wanted him to and it his mouth threw sloppy kisses all around her chest.

Helga wasn't ready to give in just yet though; this little fight for dominance had turned on a flame inside her stomach and seeing how much Arnold wanted her, simply added more fuel to the fire. With sudden strength, she crossed her ankles and tightened her thighs around his waist. His hot breath hit her throat in shock and he lifted his head to look at her, one heated gaze meeting the other. Their lips met, this time more softly, almost tenderly. Helga's fingers slid into his hair, caressing the locks with so much care that he smiled into the kiss. Feeling that fire stir within her again, she bucked violently up against him, ruining the gentleness. Somehow, this small tender moment had just added fuel to her more sadistic side.

Arnold groaned against Helga's throat and his hands went to her hips to follow her grinding. As the humping turned rougher, Helga suddenly noticed something she probably should have felt sooner: they were wet. As in very wet. Oh, dear God. The dress will get ruined, won't it? Won't it…? Uh… Oh! "Oh!" Helga put her thoughts into a long moan when Arnold had bucked more roughly against her and now continued. "A-Arnold…!" she gasped when she felt that very familiar hot pool of wanton gathering in her lower stomach. She felt her muscles tighten and one touch on her breast from Arnold turned out to be the crossing of the line. Upon seeing Helga arching her back and hearing her gasp, he rode out his orgasm as well and then fell onto her body, their limps sprawled all around as they tried to collect energy as quickly as possible.

"Well… I'll never be able to look at this room again." Helga stated with a husky voice. Arnold chuckled hoarsely and attempted to get up on his knees. With some help from Helga, he got himself standing up and then helped her. "Criminy…" she muttered as she pulled the dress up and looked at herself in the mirror. "Bed-hair without even having been on a bed. Great." She observed and went to the mirror to try to fix herself up. Arnold watched her as she did so and she noticed his reflection in the mirror. "How are you feeling?" she asked with a smirk. "I'm guessing you must be a little sticky…"

Arnold blushed slightly; he couldn't manage a full-blown blush at this point. He looked down and sighed in relief when he saw that there was no evidence of what they had just done, but he could feel it. "Black pants saves the day…" he answered shyly and walked towards the small bathroom. Helga watched him as he walked away, but then turned her head to look at the clock. "Hm. A minute left…" she stated mostly to herself rather than anyone else and readjusted her dress a little more. I want a shower… or at least a change of panties. She thought and sighed since that was impossible.

Helga waited patiently for Arnold to walk out of the restroom and when he did, his skin seemed a little moister than before. She quirked an eyebrow as he looked at her in surprise. He clearly hadn't expected her to be waiting for him. "Did you splash your face with water?" she asked curiously and he nodded. "Did it help?" she questioned and he nodded again. She then walked past him into the restroom and turned on the cold water. With an unceremonious splash, she covered her face and chest in the cold water and turned the faucet off again. "Oh, yeah…" she sighed and turned around. "That feels good."

Arnold gulped as he watched the water droplets fall down Helga's cheeks and down her throat and chest. She was about to walk past him again when she noticed his stare. "Arnold, as flattering as it is, we really don't have time to get horny again." she teased and clapped his cheek gently. He frowned shyly, took her hand and then leaned forward to kiss her. She made a small surprised sound, but then kissed him back for a short moment. With a smile, she pulled back and dragged him with her by his hand.

Once they were out on the actual stage again, Helga gave Arnold's hand a secretive squeeze before letting go. They smiled at each other before they approached the edge of the stage and the director noticed them. "You calmed down?" he asked and the blondes smiled secretly at each other again. "Oh, yeah." Helga answered, earning a small elbow from Arnold. The director arched an eyebrow at the way Helga was smiling, but he decided to ignore it for the time being. "From the top then."

Helga and Arnold said their lines perfectly, feeling only slightly nervous from the intimacy they knew they had to share for the next part of the scene. The heat was gone, but the passion was there and they didn't have to fake anything when Adrasteia was scheduled to moan into the kiss and finally give herself to Aiden. Her hands went into his hair, her hips swaying against him as his hand caressed her bare thigh. He then turned them around with his hand still on her thigh and started to lower her down. Elegantly, almost inhumanly gracefully, they landed on the floor and the imaginary curtain would fall.

A roar of cheers and whistles echoed in the auditorium and both Arnold and Helga smiled as they helped each other standing up. "Much, much better." The director complimented as he clapped along with the other actors and dancers. "Could someone turn on the air conditioner?" Maria asked teasingly and waved her hand near her cheek. "Oh, shut it!" Helga retorted with a smirk of her own and leaned closer to Arnold. "We have the day off tomorrow." She reminded him and he smiled, as he knew what she was going to suggest. "So, how about that date?"

Arnold would be lying if he said that he wasn't hoping for something to happen between himself and Helga again on this date, but he was not going attempt anything. He wanted to have a regular date with her; movie, dinner and maybe just walking home together. He really wished for something simple and normal to happen between them, but he had this nagging feeling that wasn't going to happen. First of all, almost nothing about Helga was normal or simple, which was a trait he knew he liked even if it also scared him that he couldn't foresee her actions to anything. In the end, he just had one wish: to have a fun night with her.

Arnold went to Helga's house with bouncy steps and rang the doorbell. He had made sure he looked proper before leaving the house, but nothing too formal like they had agreed. A pair of black pants, shoes and a dark blue dress shirt with a tie. She had once mentioned to him that ties suited him so he hoped that counted for more than whether it was considered too formal than what they had planned. He had expected Helga to open the door, but it was Big Bob Pataki, he saw in front of him.

Color drained from Arnold's face and he suddenly felt like a frightened schoolboy who was standing in front of his girlfriend's dad for the first time. "G-Good evening, Mr. Pataki. It's been a long time." He said nervously and extended his hand. Bob looked at him curiously before taking it. "A long time? Have I met you before, kid?" he asked and Arnold sighed. "I have been in your daughter's class since she was three." He said, having mixed feelings about the fact that Bob couldn't remember him. He was about to remind him that he was talking about his youngest daughter and not the oldest, but Bob beat him to it. "Ah, the orphan boy from Helga's class."

The word stung, but not nearly as much as it had the first time, Arnold had heard it. The worst part now though was that he had in fact been an orphan. Back then, they didn't know, but that word had repeated itself over and over again when he was at his darkest. "Ok, big daddy, go back to your football game!" Helga's voice suddenly boomed and Arnold couldn't help but smile at the irony. Helga had apologized for her father's behavior back in fourth grade, albeit rather clumsily, she had been the one to get him out of his room back when he found out his parents were dead and now she was saving him from being forced to catch up with Big Bob Pataki.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't order me around, young lady." Bob said and stepped to the side in order to see his daughter behind him. Arnold gulped when he saw her standing there with her arms crossed, but that posture wasn't anything new; it was her clothes he was looking at. The first thing he saw were they thigh high black socks. Somehow, those socks, along with that blue, plaid skirt, made him want her even more than when her legs had been fully bare the day before. She was also wearing a black vest with a flipped collar, thereby showing off her throat, arms and a decent amount of chest. Decent, because he could see cleavage, but not as much as he would probably want to… if they were alone at least. The vest cut into an upside-down V and showed off very little of her stomach, it was in fact only her naval piercing he could see, but it was enough to have his blood boil. Her hair was also tied into a high ponytail, which just made her creamy skin all that more apparent.

Helga leaned back, looking inside the living room towards the noisy TV. "They're losing, Bob." She told him and Bob ran past her. "They wouldn't dare!" he declared loudly and she snickered as she approached Arnold, jerking her head towards the director where Bob has just went. "Sorry about the jerk." She told him and he smiled. "I'm used to it." he replied and she cocked an eyebrow. "Because of me?" she asked and panic flooded in his eyes. "N-No, that's not what I - - "

"I'm kidding! Sheesh, don't have a heart attack." Helga interrupted, put her hand on Arnold's cheek and kissed him sweetly. He sighed into the kiss, his stomach getting filled with butterflies before she pulled back and let her eyes wanted over his body. He felt a little vulnerable until she seemed to feel shy as well. "We match…" She observed, as she looked at his shirt and at her words, he looked down at her skirt. He then looked at her again and pulled her into another kiss, which took her about a second of surprise before she responded.

"Who was at the door, sweety?" a slurred voice asked and Helga leaned away from Arnold, shutting her eyes tight. "Fuck." She cursed and turned. "It's Arnold, Miriam." She answered the wobbling woman who was walking through the house with a glass of something pink and chunky in her glass. Arnold's hand stayed on Helga's lower back as if trying to tell her that it was ok for him to say hello to her mother. She didn't need to be embarrassed. "Oh, the little boy you used to have such a crush on?" she asked with an awkward smile.

Arnold looked at Helga in surprise and the girl herself looked ready to faint. "Ok, Miriam. We're heading out. Have a nice evening, ok?" she said and with inhuman speed, pushed Arnold out of the door and closed the door behind her. She sighed in exasperation and then looked at Arnold who was trying to hold back a smile. "How did Miriam find out you liked me?" he asked with a hidden snicker and she sighed. "Look, Arnold. My mom is a drunk, but she's… oddly observant." She answered before taking his hand and started to walk with him. "Typical. I was about to suggest skipping the movie and asking you to my room, but there's not a chance those two would leave us alone."

"Ask me to…?" Arnold repeated and upon the sight of Helga's smug smile, he blushed. "Your goal in life is to make me embarrassed, isn't it?" he asked with a shy frown and she chuckled as she put her free hand on his shoulder, thereby leaning into him. "I admit; it is rather fun." She confessed as they walked. She let her head stay there for a moment, mostly just to smell his hair in secret. I really need to find out what shampoo he is using. She thought and then removed her head from his shoulder in order to look at him. "So, any thoughts on what movie we should pick?"

"Hmm… just for the nostalgia, how about we go to watch the new Evil Twin movie?"

"You're kidding! They're still making those?"

"Yup."

"Man… you gotta wonder how many more scenarios they can make with that theme. Evil Twin… What's the twist this time?"

"The Evil Twin is a girl."

"Ooh, trying to attract the male and lesbian audience, are they?" Helga wondered artificially and Arnold quirked an eyebrow at her words. "What? Lesbians can be just as perverted as straight men, believe me."

"How do you know?"

"What do you mean; how do I know? I'm a tomboy, Arnold. That confuses some people, even lesbians sometimes."

"So… girls have hit on you?"

"Yup, on several occasions actually. Interestingly enough, some of them have been sleazier than some boys I have met."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's like because they're girls themselves they can get away with more or they at least think so… there was this one girl that actually asked me if I needed milk in my drink." Helga answered with her face scrunched in disgust and Arnold did the same. "Oh, God!" he exclaimed and started laughing. "I didn't even know how to respond to that so I just threw my drink at her like some pissy bitch in a movie and left the bar. I was done partying that night." She continued and started laughing as well. "I would have loved to see that." He admitted and she cocked an eyebrow at him. "Pervert."

"Huh…? Wait. No! That's not why - - "

"I know, I know!" Helga interrupted and slung her arm over Arnold's shoulders and he automatically grabbed her hand when she did as if he was afraid she would fall if he didn't. "Criminy, you really make it too easy to tease you." she continued and smiled at him. He blinked a couple of times, recognizing the stare she was giving him. He leaned closer and so did she until their lips met. He felt her hand travel up his chest until it was on the side of his neck and she moaned as she pulled him closer.

They parted after about a minute, albeit reluctantly, but as humans they needed oxygen. I really, really, really would rather just be somewhere alone with him… but it's probably a good idea to have a normal date with him… at least this first time. Helga thought and took Arnold's hand in hers again. "L-Let's go." She suggested in a hoarse voice. She coughed to get rid of the croak while he laughed gently. "Yeah…" he said with a warm voice. "Sure."

Author's 2nd note: I don't know what to say! Um… anyone else who bought Sims 4? xD