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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
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- 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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Arnold watched the blood drain from Helga's face… any hatred he harboured for Nick was amplified in that moment. Everything had been going so well! Better than he had ever hoped for.

He felt his jaw clench.

"Want me to tell him to fuck off?" He winced as Nick pounded at the door again.

Helga just nodded, looking miserable. He turned on his heel and strode down the hallway.

Standing at the door, he took a second. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to relax, he un-clenched his jaw, and his fists, and shook himself before he opened the door.

Nick was a mess, scruffy, dirty looking, with his greasy hair half falling out of it's thinning ponytail. Leaning against the doorframe, he wobbled upright as he realised who was standing in front of him.

"Lemme in." he growled. Arnold sneered in distaste, he REEKED of stale booze. "Left something here."

Arnold stepped in front of him, barring his way. "What? I'll go get it for you."

Nick ranted a bit about how he could get it, how he could find it, but Arnold just stared at him, trying to keep calm. "Look, I'm not going to let someone I don't trust into Helga's home without her permission." He stated blankly.

"Where is she, anyhow?" Nick slurred, looking around Arnold into the hall.

"Having a shower." Arnold replied without thinking. His hackles rising instantly as the frown on Nick's face was replaced by a lecherous smirk.

"That's fine, I'll just go ask her where it is." He put a hand on Arnold's chest to push him out of the way, but Arnold was too quick for the drunken slob.

In a flurry of arms, and with a yelp from Nick, Arnold had the asshole pressed face-first against the wall, his arm bent up behind his back. Thank you random martial arts training.

"Stop fucking squirming" he growled into Nicks ear, highly aware of how disgusting it was being so close to the guy. "You are not coming in. I doubt you left anything here, and if you did, you can wait until Bob is back. If you come back, if you try to see Helga, talk to her, contact her at all, I will call Cindy and tell her exactly what your relationship is with Ophelia Holdings… I take it she doesn't know that you are financed up to your eyeballs?"

There was a moment's silence, then Nick exploded. "YOU LITTLE SHIT! DON'T YOU FUCKING THREATEN ME!" He screamed as Arnold bent his arm back further.

"Shut up. It's not a threat, I am warning you of the consequence of your actions. You intimidate Helga anymore and I will hurt you." He pulled Nick from the wall and shoved him out the door, sending him sprawling on the ground. "Get the fuck out, and leave Helga thefuck alone."

It took massive concentration to not slam the door. He could hear Nick swearing and ranting in the hallway, but after a while, he seemed to give up and slink off. He stood for a moment, clenching and unclenching his fists, trying to dissipate some of the adrenaline. Gah, all that anger made him want to hit something, or, if he was going to be honest with himself, do a lot more with Helga than make out in the kitchen. He gritted his teeth against the idea, but despite himself, images of her beneath him flew into his head.

Fuck. Gotta calm the hell down!

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. Helga leaned out into the hall from where she was sitting on the floor in the shadow of the hall table.

"Hey… what're you doing down there?"

"Watching." She said quietly, a small smile on her lips. "You can see everything, but not be seen from down here…" her nose crinkled. "He stank." She said simply.

Fuck she was beautiful. Staring up at him with those massive blue eyes, her long legs tucked up underneath her, her hair falling out of its ponytail. He stepped towards her, unsure. "I feel gross now." He shuddered theatrically, making her laugh. God, he loved it when she laughed.

"Wanna shower?" she asked, still just sitting on the floor. Whoa, wrong question… more imaginings of a naked Helga came into his head, but this time, she was all wet and soaped up. He swallowed, trying to gain control of his thoughts.

"Uh, yeah, that would be good, actually." Join me.

She started to get to her feet. Arnold leaned forward and offered her his hand. Smiling, she took it, and he lifted her up. There was a pause when she was on her feet, their hands still joined… she looked up at him shyly, and he pulled her to him again.

"Thank you…" Helga whispered.

He squeezed her, realising, with regret, that they wouldn't be picking up where they left off just yet. "My pleasure." He smiled, and he kissed the top of her head. He let her go.

"I'll, um, get you a towel." Her voice was soft. "Um, did you want me to chuck your clothes in the wash?"

"How… uh, I mean, I can't just wander around in a towel…" Arnold faltered, he couldn't seem to stop his mind instantly turning to the lewd. Sure, I'll go round in next to nothing… as long as you do too…

"I have guys pyjama bottoms…" she paused, then laughed, realising how that might sound. "I mean, they aren't from another guy or anything, they're mine… they just happen to be dudes ones…"

So, as he sat on the sofa a half hour later, wearing nothing but a pair of pyjama pants, he felt both stupid, and guilty. Stupid, for declining Helga's offer to find him a T shirt to wear - as he now felt decidedly naked – and guilty for, well, uh… relieving tension in her shower.

Now that he was sitting there, the uncomfortable almost-pain finally gone from his nether-regions… he couldn't believe that he had done it. He'd made sure that… uh… it had all gone down the plug, and to wash his hands thoroughly… but he still felt awful, like he had seriously betrayed her somehow.

He changed the channel, restless. An old South Park re-run… that was sufficiently mindless. He slouched down into the cushions and waited for Helga to finish her own shower…

…Eventually she tiptoed back into the room. He swallowed, painfully aware that he was staring. She just got more and more beautiful. How the hell was he going to cope with this? She was wearing a pair of long, soft, clinging pyjama pants with a matching, equally clingy tank top. Clinging… he could see the shape of her nipples beneath the fabric. Oh holy shit.

She smiled, shyly looking decidedly self-conscious. He opened his arms, and she crawled in next to him, tucking herself into the side of him. She mustn't have washed her hair, as it was only damp again his skin, but it still smelt amazing.

God, he was reacting already, and the thin cotton pants didn't really hide much. He shifted a little. She did too, folding herself closer to him, sliding a foot over his thigh. He cleared his throat "Uh… wanna watch the second Die Hard?"

"Sure." She got up and moved around the room, closing the curtains and putting the DVD on. He watched her, stupidly… those pyjama's were criminal. They CLUNG in a way he didn't know possible, but they weren't quite see-through. Fuck… he felt just like a horny teenager.

She came back around to the sofa, remote in hand. His throat felt like sandpaper. "Wanna lie down?" he asked, shocking himself with the forwardness of his question. She stared, eyes wide… then nodded.

He stretched out, propped up on the massive pile of pillows, and reached for her. They spooned as the movie started playing, dim light flickering across the room. Her head lay on his arm, and her hand came up to lace their fingers together.

It was torture… as the movie played, she just kept wriggling back into him, making him sure that she had noticed, and could feel, howexcited he was… His fingers found the gap between the waistband of her pants and the hem of her top. Unable to concentrate on McClane's action-packed adventure, he busied himself instead, with tracing his fingertips across her skin, noting with pleasure how he made her get goosebumps, how she made a little gasp if he touched her lightly enough.

Within a quarter hour, he had her panting. Cautiously, he edged the bottom of her top up, just enough to lay his palm flat against her ribs. She went still, and silent. Nudging his face in under her heavy ponytail, he kissed the back of her neck, and was rewarded with a little whimper.

He took a deep breath, conscious that he was going beyond what she had indicated was her comfort zone. "You're driving me crazy." He whispered into the back of her neck.

Her laugh was bordering on hysterical. "I'm driving you crazy?" she tugged her fingers from his, and shuffled around so that they were facing. Her eyes were huge, moonstruck…

"Goddamn it, Helga" he growled… before he kissed her.

Fuuuuuck. This was dangerous. This could easily go too far…

He tried to keep his mind on that possibility, tried to make sure he was in control of himself, but fuck, she felt good. His knee pressed between hers, edging her thighs open slightly, rolling her onto her back. Her fingers dragged up over his ribs, making him quake. Her mouth, oh god, her mouth. He hefted himself on top of her, arching his back, holding his weight on his elbows, making sure he wasn't crushing her…

…one of her hands wrapped around the back of his neck, moved up into his hair, dragged across his scalp, the other grasped at his back, tugging him down onto her. Her legs rode up his, using her feet to push upwards, trying to get as much contact as possible. Oh fuck, that was too much…

…He dropped his weight, pressing himself up against her. She gasped, her fingers tightened in his hair. He broke off the kiss, pulling back far enough to see her face. …

…"Fuck, you're beautiful." He murmured, before he used his thumb to push her head back, exposing her long, white throat. She shuddered as he kissed it, dragging kisses up the length of it, breathing into the hollow at the base, mumbling his lips over her collarbone….

Her leg rode right up over his hip, and pulled him down hard against her. He started moving against her, feeling more and more like the teenager. He grinned to himself as he licked her neck –we're dry-fucking on the sofa… we should have been doing this years ago-

Shifting his weight, he ran a hand down the outside of the thigh that was around his waist… he rolled away slightly, taking her with him, lifting her far enough off the sofa to slide his palm over her ass. He felt her thighs tense.

This is unreal.

Grasping at her hip, he pulled her up to him, grinding himself against her. She arched her back. She was writhing beneath him, her entire body tense and shifting. His hand moved up to her ribs, over her top, his thumb traced the bottom swell of her small breast…

…and she froze… as still as a deer in the headlights.

Shit.

He instantly slid his hand back down to her waist and nuzzled her neck.

"Sorry." She whispered, so softly he wasn't sure he had heard her properly.

He kissed her, where his mouth was already against her neck, then down on her collarbone, then he pulled back and smiled at her, sliding his hand beneath her and the sofa, he lifted her, pressing their stomachs together, glorying in how soft her skin was against his. "So we aren't there yet, don't worry about it."

She shrugged "It's stupid, I mean… we're… well…" her hand slid from his hair and gesture to where his body was nestled against hers, her hips raised, leg slung over him. "…it's no different… I just…"

He stopped her by pressing his mouth to hers. "You don't have to explain." He whispered, his lips brushing over hers as he spoke. Her breath shuddered. "I mean, you can if you want, but you don't have to. We will never, ever do anything that you aren't completely comfortable with." He kissed her again. "Okay?"

She nodded, her hips rolling slightly. He groaned at the pressure, ran his hand down, cupped the sharp jut of her hipbone in his palm, rubbed his thumb in the hollow, wishing he could catch the waistband of her pants and tug them down…

He let out a whistle, trying to control himself again. "I wasn't expecting this." He whispered. "It's not like I'll leave if you don't want to… uh… fool around, yet…"

Helga rolled her hips again, and Arnold groaned, pushing forward, which made Helga whimper. "Ohmyfuckinggod…" she gasped, which just turned Arnold on even more. Despite his… release… earlier, he still felt like he could explode at the slightest touch. Touch me. He thought, but he tried to push that to the back of his mind. She wasn't ready.

"This is… fuck… God Arnold, I didn't know about this. I…" She gasped as he nudged up against her again, he must be pressing on justthe right spot… that thought made him crazy. GODDAMMIT!

She touched his stomach… just gently trailed her fingertips down from his ribs to his belly button… but FUCK it made his muscles jump. What was it about her, he had never wanted to press into anyone as much as he wanted this…

"I… I haven't had this…" she gasped, wriggling under him.

He grinned "Me neither… I've never… fuck… I've never wanted this so bad." He leaned down and kissed her, moving his hips right back, pressing hard against her, and slid forward, rubbing the entire length of himself through the layers of cotton. She shook. "I can't even imagine what it's going to be like to…" he paused, always unsure of what word to use "…be inside you… you're already unlike anyone I've been with."

"Inside me… oh holy fuck Arnold…" The leg around his waist pulled him in, her hips pressed forward. She laughed a little "At least you have something to compare this to… I can't even believe…" she trailed off.

He kissed her again, not quite registering what she had said at first. "What do you mean?" he asked, as it dawned on him.

Her fingers touched his collarbone, she stared at them as they trailed down his chest, and lightly touched his nipple. FUCK! He only just managed the impulse to slam himself against her. "You know… I haven't… uh, I'm…" she took a deep breath "…I've never had… done…" the look on her face was pained.

Oh god… he had never ever considered this.

"Are you… uh… are you telling me you're a virgin?"

She nodded, looking suddenly glum "I thought you knew…"
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