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Not exactly the ugly duckling	By : DancingBear Category: +G through L > Hey, Arnold! Views: 5459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold, nor any of the characters. I do not, and will not make any money from this story. (Original creator: Craig Bartlett)

Chapter List
- 1-Not exactly the ugly duckling
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-Epilouge
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Helga woke confused, unsure of where she was for a second. The first thing she realized was that she was in the lounge, asleep on the sofa… something she hadn't done for a decade. The second thing she realized was that there was an arm draped over her waist, the hand at the end of it tucked under her, holding her close to… Arnold.

It all came back, her breakdown the night before. Oh god, she could die of embarrassment. What the HELL had gotten into her? Crawling, sniveling to Arnold in the middle of the night like she was a child who had wet the bed.

How utterly humiliating.

No wonder she felt like shit, too. Her head was sore and her throat was dry. The skin on her face felt all tight and funny… she probably had massive puffy alien eyes, too. Goddamn it, her first night with Arnold and she had to act like a precious little freak.

She must have shifted or something, because he made a little noise behind her. She melted. She was here, in the arms of Arnold Shortman. She was finding out what sweet little waking-up noises he made.

God, she really needed a glass of water, and to pee.

"You awake?" Arnold's whisper was soft, definitely trying to NOT wake her if he was wrong and she was still sleeping.

"mmmmmmmm." She grumbled, and shifted against him. She noticed things that she hadn't noticed last night. The hair of the front of his thighs was tickling the skin on the backs of hers. The skin at the back of her neck was hot and damp from his breath.

"How you feeling?" he nuzzled into the back of her neck. Oh crap, despite everything, that warm glow started building up, low, low in her belly.

She tried to laugh "Not as bad as I probably look." She quipped.

He squeezed her, pulling her in close, and kissed the back of her neck. Whoa. That upped the 'glow'. Do it again.

"You sound better." His face rubbed against her. She felt him inhale. Holy shit, was he smelling her hair? How could that turn her on so much?

"I feel better." She shifted a little, feeling the roughness of his legs. "Thanks… for putting up with me, I mean."

"It's not putting up with you." He stated firmly. "I want to be here. I'm glad I was here."

She sighed. She couldn't ignore her bladder anymore. "I gotta get up." She said, regretfully. He squeezed her again, then removed his arm. She struggled upright, her head protesting as she did so.

She turned to face him, steeling herself for the punch. Oh god, there it is. His green eyes were half closed, the look on his face completely content. "Uh. Help yourself to coffee or whatever." She gestured to the kitchen. She wracked her brain for something hospitable to offer "Um… want a toothbrush?"

His sudden laugh made her flinch. "Yeah, actually, that would be awesome." He smiled, hefting himself up. "You take two sugars and milk, yes?"

Ten minutes later, she felt much more human. She'd pee'd, splashed her face with cold water, brushed her hair, brushed her teeth, downed what felt like a quart of water, and was sitting at the kitchen table, her knees tucked up to her chest, her feet on the chair, sipping a hot coffee.

Sitting across from her, Arnold stretched. She watched as he raised his arms, pulling his T shirt up and exposing a stretch of skin between his jeans and his T shirt. He was so gorgeous. His blonde hair was messy, falling in front of his eyes.

"So… what are you doing today?" He asked, settling back into his seat and taking a swig of his coffee.

She shrugged "No idea…" she glanced at the clock, it was only half past nine, no wonder she felt so sluggish. "Have you got any plans?"

"That totally depends on you." He reached out under the table and nudged her toes with his foot. "If you want me to stay or go… or go and come back, or whatever."

"I, uh… I dunno." Helga stuttered. She wanted him to stay, she desperately wanted him to stay… but she didn't want to seem clingy or anything, especially after the spectacle she had made out of herself the night before. "I mean… I don't want you to go, but if you have stuff to do…"

Arnold chuckled, then sighed. He put his mug down and leaned forward. "Alright Miss…" he took a breath "I don't want to leave… but I don't want to crowd you."

Helga blushed. Why, why couldn't she just tell him that she wanted him to stay with her? She swallowed, tried to speak, but the words just stuck in her throat. She peeked up at him, he was watching her, the orange Autumn light was behind him, making his hair look more golden than usual. He smiled at her, waiting for her to say something.

GOD, look at him… her stomach was twisting up in knots. He was holding her gaze… she smiled shyly, aware that she was being a complete dork… his smile grew wider, exposing his slightly crooked eye teeth. Her stomach twinged, she tensed her thighs. She opened her mouth, and croaked out in a whisper, "Stay."

His smile grew even wider, showing more of his teeth. "Okay." Blushing furiously, she finally broke their gaze and focused on her mug. She heard him push his chair back. "You hungry?" he asked "Wanna go get breakfast or something?"

They decided they couldn't be bothered leaving the house, so they made eggs on toast and ate it in companionable silence together in the kitchen. They cleared away the dishes, and Arnold was boiling the kettle to make another coffee when his cellphone went off.

"Hey Grandpa." He leaned against the bench, smiling thanks to Helga as she took over the coffee making. She tried to rinse out the plunger as quietly as she could.

"Nah, I'm fine. I just stayed the night at Helga's." there was a pause, and Arnold lowered the phone. "Do you mind if I tell him about Bob?" he asked, his face concerned.

Helga shook her head "Nope, that's sweet." She shivered a little when he reached out to touch her hand.

"It's not like that, her father had a heart attack last night, and I didn't want to leave her by herself…" there was a pause, but Helga couldn't make out what Phil was saying. "Yeah, Bob… Yes, Big Bob…." He sighed, laughing slightly. "Yes Grandpa, Helga is that Helga… Pataki."

There was another pause. "Tell Grandma it's fine, I slept on the sofa… No, of course I didn't! Tell her I was a perfect gentleman…"

Helga was measuring out scoops of coffee for the plunger, she gasped as Arnold's arm suddenly caught her around the waist and pulled her close to him. The scoop clattered to the bench top, spilling the grinds. She put her hands flat against Arnold's chest, stared up into his face.

'Sorry' he mouthed, but he didn't look sorry, he looked, well, amorous. "I won't be home for dinner… It's fine, sorry…" Arnold's face was just an inch from hers, his eyes studied her, his fingers pressed into her back. From this close, she should have been able to hear snatches of Phil's voice, but the blood was thumping too hard in her ears…

"Alright, see you tomorrow… You too… Bye." He hung up and dropped his phone onto the bench before wrapping his other arm around her waist.

"Hi." He said softly, his huge grin growing even larger at Helga's wide-eyed silence. She didn't know what to do… "You ok?" he asked, sliding his bare feet out a little, nestling her a little more snugly against him.

She nodded, letting her fingers crawl up a little, sliding her hands around his neck.

"Good… my grandparents are concerned that I may be corrupting your purity…"

If only… She thought to herself, but outwardly she just blushed and dropped her head.

She drew in a long, shuddering breath as Arnold nuzzled his face against her ear, breathing gently "They're old fashioned like that…" Her legs were turning to jelly, he held her tighter and kissed her, very gently, just below her ear. "…I don't want to do anything that compromises your morals…" she could hear the laughter in his voice, but at the same time, he shook, his entire body was tense "…I want you to be comfortable…" she got the feeling he was just rambling now, god, was he actually nervous?

His hands started moving, roving up and down her ribs, while he whispered increasingly nonsensical nothings into her ear. His lips grazed the skin on her neck, her pajama top bunched up under his hands, and his fingers met her skin. She whimpered, he groaned at the noise and nudged her face with his, asking her to turn to him…

He pressed his lips to the base of her throat, forcing her to lean her head back… her fingers moved up the back of his neck, into his hair… fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck… He was dotting kisses against her skin, brushing his lips lightly against her… a low, humming groan rumbled against her throat…

Eventually, his lips met her jaw, she shuddered, sure that if he let go now she would slide to the floor. His hands moved under her top, grasping her ribs, crushing her against him, pressing them hard up against each other…

He pulled his head back, searched her face… without meaning to, she pressed against him, feeling how they fit together from chest to… to… he groaned and moved forward, brushed his lips across hers, so softly she could barely feel it.

The breath was pumping in and out of her lungs, the warmth in her belly was burning her up… not thinking, just acting, she leaned more heavily into him, trying to close the gap between them… She heard the satisfied huff of breath as Arnold stopped trying to judge the situation, and just gave in…

…and they were kissing…

Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair, she leaned into him, reveling in how he hefted her up against him, how he shifted under her… He pulled back briefly, gasping, and stared at her for a second. "Whoa…" he groaned, before lowering his mouth back to hers.

His lips were soft, they moved across hers, alternatively pressing hard against, and dotting small, teasing kisses to her lower lip. Not enough… She could feel him holding back, trying to be gentle. She made an impatient noise, and acting purely on impulse, ran her tongue along the inside of his top lip…

He stumbled, a foot sliding out from underneath them. Breaking apart, he grinned goofily as he tried to stop them from falling to the floor. When they were safely upright, he turned his attention back to her, kissing her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks… "Fuck…" he whispered… but Helga interrupted him, pressing her lips to his, wanting him. He groaned, and she shifted against him, her insides somersaulting as he grasped at her, moaning against her mouth…

…there was a bang at the front door.

They stiffened straight away. "You gotta be kidding me." Helga growled as they pulled apart.

Arnold chuckled, although his face was dark. "Expecting anyone?" He asked. He set her down on, making sure she was steady before loosening his grip on her.

There was another bang at the door, followed by a few short, loud raps. Helga frowned, who the hell?

""Helga! Lemme in!" a voice traveled faintly from the other end of the apartment. Her stomach dropped.

"Oh god… " she moaned, putting her hands over her face. "Nick."
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