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: After telling her parents that she was going on Broadway, Bob declared that they would host a celebration party in her honor. Helga was quick to call Arnold and ask him to the party, which he gladly agreed to, especially after calling him her boyfriend for the very first time.
The next day, it was time to take the photos for the posters, folders and such. After some creative differences between the director and the photographer, the photo-shoot could finally begin. During a break though, where Arnold and Helga seemed undeniably happier than usual, their cast members pointed out that they did in fact not have much time to be in each other's presence before they would all get too busy or Helga would leave to go to New York.
Arnold was scared for a moment that he and Helga would do it just because, but Helga was quick to prove to him that it would never be just because.
Author's 1st note: I kinda wanna say 'warning', but if you have read this far, your innocence is probably already fucked up so… no warning! (But now you know what will happen xD)
[Please notify me if you notice any grammar mistakes. This isn't my first language, so there's bound to be mistakes.]
Chapter 22: "We've become one"
"Good evening, everybody! How are you all doing?" the woman excitedly asked to her audience before they all cheered loudly. "My name is Brenna Shapiro and we have some very special guests tonight. As all of you know, Garrison Hirsch is a theatre director whose current project is Roadside girl, a play about a young man who falls in love with a prostitute. The play will be premiere this Saturday and in celebration, we have asked him and his main actors to join us for tonight! Give a warm welcome to Garrison Hirsch, Helga Geraldine Pataki, Arnold Phillip Shortman and David Whitlock!" she continued excitedly, the crowd standing up and clapping as they watched them walking onto the stage. The director first, then Helga followed by Arnold and with David behind them. They all had smiles plastered on their faces, but Arnold's was the one that looked the most tense.
"Good evening and welcome." Brenna greeted them all and sat down on her own dark purple chair, which made a nice contrast to the full body suit she was wearing. Helga made sure to sit between Arnold and the director as she had been instructed to do earlier before the live-interview had begun. She could feel Arnold's hand searching for hers and it didn't bother her that it was probably more out of anxiety than the need to cuddle. She gripped it tightly and squeezed soothingly before letting her thumb caress his hand repeatedly. She could see him smiling in her peripheral vision.
"So, Mr. Hirsch, your newest production premieres in only two days. Is everything perfect down to the last nail in the floor?" Brenna asked with a toothy grin and the director smiled at her. "Yes, everything is already as it should be, but we are definitely not slacking off for that reason. Isn't that true?" he asked and turned to look at his actors. "You kidding? I have blue marks to prove it." David said jokingly, causing the audience to laugh. Helga snorted though. "Blue marks?" she repeated and rolled her shoulders, successfully causing the bones in her body to crack loudly. The audience hissed at the sound. "If my bones don't heal after this experience, I'm going to sue you, Mr. Hirsch." Helga joked and the director laughed.
"Oh, yes, Miss Pataki. I am sure that as the protagonist you are the one working the hardest?" Brenna asked curiously. "Oh, I wouldn't say I'm the one who is working the hardest, but I do have more lines to remember." Helga joked again, the audience also laughing again. "Who would you say the one working the hardest is?" Brenna asked with a mischievous smirk. "I'd say we all do our best in our own ways, but Arnold did join us later so probably him." Helga replied and looked at Arnold who looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Why are you putting me in focus, Helga?! He had thought with a small frown before Brenna turned her eyes to him. "Yes, that's right." She said and looked at the audience. "Mr. Shortman here was in fact not the first choice to play the character of Aiden, the man who falls in love with Helga's character, Adrasteia." She explained and turned to look at him again. "How come you got the part, Mr. Shortman?"
"Oh, I-I, um…" Arnold started nervously, but was interrupted by the director. "I chose Mr. Shortman for this role after seeing the chemistry he had with Miss Pataki on the stage. The actor who had been originally chosen to play Aiden broke his leg and when we were at wit's end, Mr. Shortman came to the rescue." He explained on Arnold's behalf, and Arnold made a mental note to thank him later. "Interesting that you should bring chemistry up yourself, Mr. Hirsch. Rumor says that Miss Pataki and Mr. Shortman are in fact dating. Is this true?" Brenna asked and Helga turned to look at Arnold with a smile who nodded to the question. The audience whistled and clapped, which Arnold smiled shyly at. "You two weren't dating when Mr. Shortman was first casted, am I correct?" Brenna asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "How did the off-stage romance start?"
"Well, Arnold and I have known each other since we were children - - "
"Oh, so it was written in the stars that you two would find each other again?"
"Not exactly… To make a long story short, I often bullied Arnold when we were children and I'm sure he was more than relieved when I left Hillwood to pursue my acting career back when we were thirteen years old. Frankly, when Mr. Hirsch decided to give Aiden's role to Arnold, I was still in the phase of wanting to strangle him."
"She sounds like a fierce one, Mr. Shortman."
"You have no idea." Arnold countered, which the audience laughed at. "Tell us with your own words how it was seeing Helga Pataki again after all those years." Brenna inquired and the audience seemed to be just as interested as she was. Finally, Arnold seemed confident enough to answer himself, so Helga didn't try to interfere. "Well… unlike what Helga thinks, I was actually not at all relieved when she left Hillwood back then. I had just slowly started to develop feelings towards her so when she left, I actually started to hate her a little bit." He answered with an apologetic smile in Helga's direction. She smiled back at him. "Sorry." She said in a whisper, but he just snickered. "Seeing her again was… a volcano of emotions. One part of me was still in love with her and the other one hated her for everything she did back when we were children."
"So how did your relationship develop from that?"
"We… We went back and forth in the beginning. We fought, we made up, we screamed, we kissed, we got mad, we fell in love - - "
"Ok, that's enough!" Helga declared loudly and turned off the screen. Arnold gawked at Helga in mock shock, her hand waving the remote control teasingly. "Why did you stop the video?" he asked with a laugh and tried to get the remote control from her. "Because hearing your explanation of how our relationship developed was embarrassing enough when this live-show was actually recorded! I refuse to hear it twice!" she insisted before throwing the remove away somewhere on the carpet so Arnold couldn't get ahold of it. "I can't believe Bob recorded this."
"I can't believe you're still shocked." Arnold countered and gestured to Bob's collage of pictures and articles about Helga including the DVD's of every single play she had ever been in, plays Arnold had managed to watch one-by-one by now. "I mean, he practically has an altar of you so why wouldn't he record that interview?" he asked with an eyebrow arched and Helga snorted. "I guess you're right." She said before leaning back on the couch, her knee-long dress traveling up her bare thighs. It was a dress she had insisted upon wearing despite Bob thinking it wasn't elegant enough for the party. It was a dark cyan-colored dress with thick straps over her shoulders and shaping down nicely against her hourglass figure. Around her waist was a small belt with a slightly lighter shade of cyan and a dark tulle flower on one side. She felt comfortable in the dress and by the way Arnold had stared when he had seen her in it, she figured she looked good in it too. Arnold himself hadn't dared going against Bob's dress code so he had arrived in his most expensive tuxedo. Helga had managed to convince him into wearing his blue tie though.
"Hey, you two." Bob said, his head appearing in the living room where the blondes were sitting. "The guests are going to arrive soon, Helga, so if you want to rethink that outfit, it's your last chance." He said, but Helga simply crossed her arms stubbornly. Bob sighed. "I hope you can knock some sense into her someday, Arnold." Bob said and Arnold smiled. "I'll do my best, sir." He answered, happy to have heard his actual name from Bob's lips since he had arrived about a half hour earlier than when the party was supposed to start. Bob gave him a thumbs-up for his comment and disappeared. Helga turned her head to look questioningly at Arnold who instantly sensed the danger emitting from her and he shook his head violently. "Don't change a thing!"
Arnold sighed once more as he kicked a rock on the asphalt away. He wasn't sure what time it was anymore, only that it was completely dark outside, except for the street lights. He could feel a few raindrops falling on his hair and his suit, but it was a very gentle rain: not at all reflecting how he felt. The party at the Pataki household had been so much fun in the beginning. He and Helga had talked a lot about the premiere of the play, which was already tomorrow, but then the subject had changed to Helga's upcoming career on Broadway. Helga had tried to change the subject at first, but the guests had been too curious about all the little details. What she would play in, for how long, where she would live, for how long she would stay… Arnold's mood had turned sourer and sourer through the last couple of hours. When it was time to go home, he had given Helga's cheek a kiss that had little to no emotion, which he feared she noticed.
"I hate myself!" Arnold shouted frustrated into the night. He truly hated that he couldn't be only happy for Helga other than feeling pain and partially anger as well. He hated that he had to let her go again. It didn't matter how positive he tried to be, his brain couldn't fool his heart. With a sniff, his eyes traveled to look at the street he was walking on. He recognized it easily, he had been here many times as a child, but had to admit that he in his later years hadn't been in this particular area all too often. The sound of a door shutting caught his ears and he turned towards the noise. "Mrs. Vitello?" he questioned and the elderly woman turned to look at him. "Oh, Arnold! It's been such a long time."
"It sure has." Arnold answered and approached the flower shop she had just locked down. "How are you doing?" she asked with a smile, but it faded at the sight of the small frown on the usually cheerful boy's face. "Not so well, I see…" she muttered and looked inside her shop. "Oh! Any chance I can cheer you up with some flowers? I never truly did get to thank you for saving my flower shop back at the whole FTI incident." she suggested. Arnold was about to decline, but then her words echoed in his mind. Come to think of it… I haven't really congratulated Helga properly for being accepted on Broadway… He thought and eyed the flowers inside the shop. Before he knew it, he had nodded and Mrs. Vitello had unlocked the door.
"Please, do take a look around. It'll be my treat." Mrs. Vitello said with a smile and gestured for Arnold to walk inside. He smiled gently at her and walked inside with lighter steps than he had when he was walking outside. He felt lightheaded. Somehow, the thought of congratulating Helga properly seemed like the perfect idea all of a sudden. Perhaps at the sight of her surprised smile, he could feel better about the situation. She was amazing after all, going on Broadway at such a young age… She deserved something special. "Mrs. Vitello." He said as the woman closed the door behind them. "Do you have some flowers that are… rare?"
Mrs. Vitello tilted her head to the side in surprise. "Oh, are you thinking of giving them to someone special?" she asked with a beaming smile. "If you don't mind?" Arnold asked, but the woman waved him off. "Of course not! They are for Helga, aren't they?" she asked and Arnold's eyes widened in surprise. "Now, Arnold, you are insulting me. I may not be as young as I used to be, but even I follow the news like a hawk. Your and Helga's relationship were mentioned in that Brenna Shapiro show and I am going to watch Roadside girl tomorrow evening." She explained and Arnold smiled at the information. "I'll be looking forward to seeing you, Mrs. Vitello." He said and she smiled back. "Helga still loves pink, right?"
Arnold nodded at her question as she approached some flowers standing in a black, plastic vase on the floor. "How about some pink roses then?" she suggested, but Arnold shook his head. "Somehow… Somehow, pink roses aren't special enough. I do want to give her pink flowers though." he answered and Mrs. Vitello hummed thoughtfully. "Oh! I may have the perfect rose species then." She said and walked away with her cane stepping with her like a third leg. Mrs. Vitello turned on the lights and Arnold waited obediently in the shop as she roamed around in the back. "I don't have many of these. In fact, these are my last bouquet. They get ripped away like marzipan on Christmas." She joked as she waved him inside.
When Arnold saw the bouquet, Mrs. Vitello was talking about, he gasped. They looked exactly like pink roses, but had a yellow frame around them. "Pink and blonde…" he observed and held one of the heads in his hand. "Well, you could put it that way. They're called Baby Romantica." She informed with a grin and Arnold smiled. "Baby Romantica… They're perfect." He said and took the bouquet in his hand. "Want me to wrap them in?" she asked, but he shook his head. "No, I can't possible wait. I'll give them to her right now. Thank you so much, Mrs. Vitello!" he said, readjusted the bouquet safely in his embrace and ran out of the shop. Mrs. Vitello smirked at the sight. "Such a sweet young man shouldn't ever have a frown on his face." She muttered to herself and turned the lights off. "I'm glad I could remove it… though I believe Helga is the only one who can make him smile."
Helga sighed for what felt like the hundredth time and flopped onto her bed. "What a freaking disaster…" she muttered as tonight's event roamed though her head. What should have been a nice party to celebrate her going to Broadway had quickly turned into more of a grilling. Everyone insisted to shower her and Arnold with question after question about how they were going to maintain their relationship while she was gone. Some people had even shared their own bad experiences or told, what Helga basically considered, horror stories about how badly it had gone for others. Once Arnold was gone, Helga just wanted to cry.
Helga looked at herself in the mirror: the mascara was gone, but she was still wearing the dress. She stood up and was about to unzip it, when she heard a small thud behind her. She frowned and turned to look at her window, wondering if she was imagining it. After a few seconds, she was about to continue unzipping her dress, when she heard the thud again and whipped her head back to the window. "What the actual…?" she muttered, zipped her dress back up and went to the window. She looked outside in the darkness and narrowed her eyes. She could see a shadow waving and she pushed her window open. "Who…?" she asked, but then her eyes widened in recognition. "Arnold!" she shrieked, but held her mouth, afraid of waking her parents up. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Is your door locked?" Arnold asked, hiding the bouquet behind his back. "What? Um… n-no. I haven't gone to bed yet so… Wait. Are you coming up?" Helga asked and Arnold nodded. "Stay in your room, ok? I'll lock the door for you!" he responded before disappearing around the house. "Arnold!" Helga called first, but then closed her window and turned to look at herself in the mirror. Before she knew it, her fingers were combing through her hair, but then she frowned and decided to mess it up again. What am I expecting… exactly? She wondered, but she knew the answer. The sound of her door opening made her turn around and see Arnold whom she figured hadn't been home yet since he was still in his tux.
"Arnold, what are you doing?" Helga asked with an unsure smile as he stepped in front of her, between her and her bed. She quirked an eyebrow when she noticed that his arms were twisted behind his back and for a second, she considered stepping around him to see what he was hiding, but then he began speaking. "I realized something on the way home." He said with a smile and she blinked at him before crossing her arms. "Oh? And it was so important that you couldn't have told me tomorrow? Or have called instead?" she asked with a smirk and he shook his head. "I couldn't wait." He admitted and bit his lip secretively. Helga was losing her patience. "Arnold, what are you smiling - - "
"Congratulations." Arnold said and moved his hands in front of him, showing Helga the bouquet of flowers he had been hiding. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the pink roses with a strange tint of yellow on them. They weren't wrapped in cellophane, it was obvious he had spontaneously bought them a moment ago. "It feels kind of… super-belated by now so it may seem a little silly, but… I wanted to do this properly." He explained with a meek smile on his face, Helga's expression still painted with surprise as she stared at the bouquet. "Congratulations… for going on Broadway. You're amazing and… you really deserve it."
At Arnold's words, Helga opened her mouth only to close it again, turning her lips into two thin lines. He watched her as a smile suddenly spread on her face and before he knew it, her arms were wrapped around him and they fell backwards onto the bed. "Helga!" Arnold shrieked in shock, feeling the petals from the roses spread over them due to the fall. "C-Careful! The roses, they - - " he warned, but a fierce kiss from the girl above him left him speechless. How does she do that…? He thought as his mind turned foggy, his eyes closing on their own. How could she make him feel this much from a simple kiss?
Helga let go of Arnold's lips with a moan and leaned up to show him her face. "I use… so many words… I try to use my whole vocabulary. I write poems to show my love to you, and yet you use so few words…" She said in awe. Arnold frowned in confusion. "Oh, c-come on. We both know my vocabulary isn't bigger than anyone else's…" He muttered defensively, but Helga shook her head. "You're misunderstanding me." She said as she removed a petal from his cheek and looked at it lovingly. "I'm saying that sometimes… saying less can convey so much more." She explained, but the frown was still on his face. "I don't think I understand…" He admitted and she smiled mischievously. "You're dense after all." She stated and his frown turned into a scowl. He sat up, letting go of the bouquet in the process. "After all this time, you're still bullying me!"
Arnold's rant was stopped before it could begin. Helga's mouth against his left him at loss for words, but the kiss didn't last any longer than the first. "I'm actually not bullying you this time." She whispered and he frowned a bit again. "I'm complimenting you." she added before kissing him and pushing him down on the bed. It wasn't like Arnold was fighting her or anything, but he felt like he still wanted to say something. He wasn't sure what though and it didn't take long before talking was forgotten. Her soft tongue wrapped around his felt much like how he was wrapped around her little finger as well. His hand went to her thigh, crawling under the dress just a bit to pull her legs more around him.
Helga was straddled comfortably on Arnold's hips when her mouth left his. His head followed her upwards for a moment, not wanting to let go, but he then let his head fall back, waiting for whatever she would say or do that could possibly be important enough to stop the kiss. "Arnold…" she whispered huskily, her lips a bit swollen from the kiss. "Uh… y-yeah?" he stuttered in a low voice, his breath ragged. "I believe we're alone right now… and I really doubt that anyone is stupid enough to try to break into the Pataki household." She continued and kissed him again. His eyes widened a bit, realizing what she meant. His mind went blank as he wrapped his arms around her and turned them around, pressing himself closer to her.
Helga gasped in surprise at Arnold's stunt, but showed no sign of disliking their new position. On the contrary, she pulled him even closer to her, wrapping her legs around his hips. His mouth started kissing her everywhere; her forehead, cheeks, jawline, throat and chest were soon covered in small wet marks. She felt his hand travel under her back, searching for however he could open her dress. "Z-Zipper." She explained and pushed him up in a sitting position. With cat-like grace and speed as a cheetah, she turned her whole body around, exposing her back to him, her eyes pleading. Arnold moved his hair to the side and started kissing her neck as he pulled her zipper down. The dress fell down to her thighs, exposing her black bra beneath it.
Rather than turning Helga around, or even opening her bra, Arnold's hand instantly went down her stomach and down between her thighs, eliciting a surprised gasp from her, which faded into a moan. His slightly calloused fingers were unfamiliarly rough against her, but her bend legs were shuddering with excitement. Her head fell back to his shoulder and her hand went to his hair, her fingers tightened their hold on his hair whenever he touched that little bud of nerves. As much as she liked his outfit, right then she hated the feeling of the fabric against her back and she twisted her arms to his chest in order to start the process of getting it off.
It didn't take a high IQ to figure out what Helga wanted so Arnold reluctantly let go of her body to remove his jacket. Damn all these clothes! He thought once his jacket was off, but he still had the white shirt on. As he opened one button at a time, his fingers shaking with impatience, he felt Helga twist her body around and started fumbling with his tie. She couldn't see what she was doing properly, but her fingers knew what to do. She felt just as impatient as he did though so while her fingers were working on his tie, her mouth started kissing him sloppily. He did his best to kiss her back, but by doing so his focus fell from the buttons on his shirt and his hands left it to grab onto her hips. "You're not done." She whispered against his mouth, but all she got in response was a grunt.
Once the tie was off, Helga threw it away and fumbled with the last buttons on Arnold's shirt. He had only missed two, so in her eagerness, she got the shirt off within five seconds. She hadn't noticed Arnold fumbling with her clasp before the bra fell down her arms. His mouth soon found the nape of her neck and his tongue gave it a thorough lick that sent heat to the core of her body. At the feeling of his teeth though, albeit it felt wonderful, she had to stop him. "N-No hickeys, Arnold. Premiere tomorrow…" she reminded him absentmindedly, half of her mind still too clouded to thoroughly consider her actions.
Helga could hear Arnold, as his mouth barely left her skin, make a small sound as if he had just came back to the Earth. He seemed to hesitate, or perhaps he was considering something. She was about to ask him what was wrong when his voice suddenly whispered. "So… it's ok if no one can see them… right?" he asked with almost childish plead in his voice. Helga's heart barely started to beat again, after it had stopped at Arnold's words, before he started kissing her down her back. He planted a solid hickey on her lower back before turning his body around her and engulfing her right nipple without any warning.
Helga's voice made a sharp sound in surprise, her arm placing itself over Arnold's shoulders as a form of leverage. He continued to kiss down the side of her stomach and didn't stop until he reached her hipbone and sucked on the skin there. "Oh, God…" Helga whispered as she leaned back, trapping Arnold's left arm under her. His right hand caressed her thigh as he kept planting a series of hickeys from her hipbone towards her navel. Helga flinched in pleasure when his hand traveled between her thighs again, her hips starting to sway against his hand. She didn't need to touch herself to know how ready she already was; the feeling of his finger gliding painlessly inside of her told her so.
"N-No more." Helga said and forced herself to sit up. Arnold removed his hand from her, wondering if he had done something wrong, but when she started kissing him ferociously, he realized what she had meant. He considered asking her if she was sure that she was ready so soon, but the way her hands eagerly opened his pants and pulled them down to his knees was answer enough. Once his pants was off, she quickly pulled her panties down, leaving the dress hanging like a rag over her hips. She threw the panties away and kissed him once more.
Rather than turning around like Arnold had expected her to, Helga simply placed her palms on the bed. He gulped at the sight of her on all fours, with her back bend like a cat's when it stretches. He had never done it like that before; most girls he dated were not interested in positions like that. He had never blamed or even questioned them, but he was, like most men, curious about all positions. He placed his hands on her hips gently, caressing the red marks he had put on her just before. He leaned over her and kissed the part of her skin, which was usually covered by her hair. "D-Dammit, Arnold. Is this some kind of revenge?" Helga asked shakily. She was wrong, but Arnold couldn't help but smile in triumph. "Maybe." He replied against her skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps, which he licked roughly. He felt her jolt and a small, but sharp shriek emitted from her lips. "Arnold! If I don't feel you inside me within a second, I swear I will - - "
Helga's voice was cut off when Arnold finally did as asked, successfully causing her to gasp in surprise. She let her chest and face fall to the bed, trying desperately to conceal the embarrassing shaky sounds, which refused to stop leaving her throat. She felt Arnold lean over her again and his mouth whispering in her ear. "You were saying?" he asked teasingly, smiling when he heard her hiss. "Shut up." She ordered. "So you would rather have me roll my hips than my tongue?" he asked, wondering where this cockiness came from. Helga shuddered a bit as she turned her head to look at him. "Please?" she asked, wondering if this voice was even her own anymore. "Helga Pataki begging? That's very out of character." He teased and she groaned again. "Criminy, Football Head!" she roared angrily and he snickered. "That sounds more like you."
Helga stretched her arms and barely finished rolling her eyes, before Arnold started moving inside of her. Her eyes widened a bit at the familiar feeling and yet it was so very different. It had also been some decent time since she had last done this and when did Arnold's last relationship end…? She didn't know and she didn't care, especially not when he suddenly hit a spot that made her gasp loudly. She almost pulled her hand up to her mouth in shock. She had been starting to wonder if she even had that spot at all, but another thrust told her otherwise. Her fingers dug into the sheets tensely, her body starting to move naturally with his.
Arnold leaned over Helga again, his already damp chest against her moist back. She felt him wrap one arm around her stomach and the other hand placed on her shoulder. She turned her head to look at him, putting her hand over his. He lifted his head from her shoulder to smile at her, kissing her cheek, which was the only thing he could reach with his mouth right then. "A-Arnold, we've…" she whispered and moaned. "We've become one." She finished and he felt heat spread to his cheeks. An embarrassed smile appeared on his face. "Th-The way you talk, Helga. It's really… amazing." He said, his breath ragged from their actions, but he could still speak. "R-Really? You don't think it's too… w-weird?" Helga gasped when he hit that spot again. He leaned even closer to her, forcing her down towards the mattress again with his entire body consuming her. "N-No… I love it… I really do!"
Helga gasped again at a particular hard thrust. She wasn't sure what kind of button she had just pushed, but Arnold suddenly picked up the pace and in this position, hitting that spot inside of her that made her toes curl was much too easy. She needed to be able to breathe without moaning every second so she tried to push Arnold upwards. He quickly did and she followed him until they were standing on their knees. That didn't help though, the feeling was just as strong as before and Helga had to realize that maybe Arnold wasn't really hitting any special spots inside of her… maybe it was just because it was Arnold doing it that made her feel this good. She had been dreaming of it ever since she knew what sex was after all.
"H-Helga." Arnold said as his hands touched her breasts, pinching her nipples for effect. She was about to reply, but all sound that came out of her mouth was a choked gasp. "I want to s-see you." he admitted. For a moment, she was confused. She was right there after all, but then she turned her head to look at him. "M-Me too." She said and went slowly down on the mattress to avoid having to be separated from him. She turned on her side slowly, the feeling of Arnold still in her as she did so felt like she was being stirred from the inside. He grabbed her ankle to help her turn around, but stopped once her legs were pressed against his chest and her ankle was resting on his shoulder. He looked her over, waiting for pain to appear on her face, but all she did was moan in expectation.
Slowly, almost painfully gently, Arnold moved again in this position, which was new for the both of them. "Oh, God! Arnold, go faster!" she begged with a desperate voice and he groaned before picking up the pace. He knew she was flexible, but he hadn't expected her to grab his hands and force him so close to her that the back of her knee eventually landed on his shoulder. She started kissing him, her tongue rolling around his eagerly. For a very short moment, Arnold wondered just how flexible Helga was, but the thought was shoved away when she moved her other leg up to his free shoulder and he was starting to see white. Her nails scratched his hands on the mattress, her voice trying to tell him something, but he couldn't hear anything other than the ringing in his ears and she couldn't speak a single comprehensible word. Soon they fell asleep with their limps tangled and their arms thrown unceremoniously over each other's bodies.
Author's 2nd note: Sorry it took so long! It was actually the last scene that had me going on for a while because I knew what I wanted to "happen", so to speak, but the words just wouldn't come out from my head and down on the keyboard xD Next chapter is the last! Oh, my God! So weird… but that's life Cx