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Carnal Instincts	By : LauralAvon Category: +G through L > Hey, Arnold! Views: 15025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Helga walked down the hall of the school fully aware of the eyes following her.

She’d chosen the short skirt and zippered top on purpose today and normally it would be an ego boost, but today, she wore it for one person.

Last week, she’d had the privilege of having the most mind-blowing sex she’d had in a long time. In an empty classroom, with Arnold. And today she was out to make sure it wasn’t just a one-time thing.

Spotting her prey in the midst of several of his friends, she walked over, ignoring the catcalls until she stood directly in front of him.

“You looked a little…distracted in class yesterday, football head.” She said, fully aware of him taking in her appearance. She glanced down quickly, noticing his jeans were fitting a bit snug. Looking back up, she met his eyes.

“Anything wrong?”

His lips curved up to match her smirk.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” He said, his voice low.

“Hey, I got something you can handle Pataki.” One of his friends offered. She pulled her attention from Arnold to look at the guy.

“No Zach, you don’t. Sorry.”

She grinned at the guy's expression as his buddies laughed. She was used to the sexual repartee she had with guys; being on the softball team, she’d quickly learned to dish it out as good as she got it. And they knew it.

She turned her attention back to Arnold, who had switched positions and was now leaning against his closed locker, his gaze raking over her outfit or lack of it.

“So, back to your… problem.” She said. Quickly he straightened, making her take a step back. His gaze raked over her once more, and then met her eyes.

“Come on Pataki.” He drawled. “I’ll walk you to gym.”

He gave his friends a parting wave. “See you in sixth period.” He said, before grabbing her arm and leading them towards the outside door.

Helga walked next to him, trying to control her breathing. She’d worn this outfit for the sole purpose to seduce him and now it seemed it was backfiring on her.

From everyone else, it was just her name. But ever since last week, the first time he’d addressed her by her last name, a chill went down her spine and straight into her groin. It was like an aphrodisiac. To hear him call her by her last name instead of her first. And it seemed like he knew it.

“So,” he said casually, breaking into her thoughts. “What did you have planned to cure me of my…problem?”

“Well, I had some ideas earlier, but seeing as there’s only two minutes to get to classes, the blow job is out of the question.” She said, smiling as he stumbled slightly.

“Could you warn a guy before you start talking dirty.” He growled.

She grinned at him. “Now where’s the fun in that? I have to keep you off your guard.”

Stopping in front of him, she slid her hand against his stomach, her fingers slipping under his shirt and the waistband of his jeans. “It’s no fun if you know when I’m going to suddenly drop to my knees before you.”

As if on cue, her math book dropped from the pile she carried. “Dammit.” She muttered, bending down to pick it up.

Standing up with the book, she looked up, noticing his green eyes had darkened a bit.

“Psyche.” She teased. He said nothing, merely looked at her.

“Look on the bright side, Arnold,” she said, patting his arm. “Only three more hours before school’s over for the day. And no practice tonight.”

Waving to him, he made her way into the girl’s locker room. Once behind the door, she weaved through the groups of girls to her locker in the back of the locker room. She was going to be late for gym but she didn’t care.

For years, she had prided herself on her self-control. Even in her love life. She’d had relationships, even slept with a couple but never had something that dangerous and exciting ever happened to her like what she did with Arnold last week. It’d gotten to her. She was addicted now and she wanted it to happen again. The problem was, it couldn’t.

Sighing, she slipped off her shoes and pulled her gym clothes out of her locker. The locker room was quiet now, the other girls going to their prospective classes. Being on the softball team gave her certain allowances. Being late for gym or even skipping it was one.

She reached for the zipper of her shirt when suddenly, someone grabbed her, putting a hand over her mouth and slamming her against the locker, their body pressed against her.

“I believe you were saying something about keeping me off my guard?” A voice growled in her ear. Her eyes widened as she recognized the voice. Pushing against the locker, she pushed back against the person, using the space to turn around. The hand around her mouth left and she gaped at Arnold who was still standing pretty close to her.

“What are you doing here?” She whispered urgently. “If one of the teachers saw you…”

He smiled predatorily, stopping her rant.

“Then you’ll have to be quiet, won’t you Pataki?”

His mouth was on hers before she could find a retort, urging her to respond. She returned his kiss franticly, her hands sliding up the tee shirt he wore. His fingers found the zipper and pulled it down, a hand covering a lace-covered breast. She moaned against his mouth as his fingers brushed against a very sensitive nipple.

He pulled his mouth from hers, ignoring her whine.

“You think I haven’t been watching what you’ve worn this past week.” He whispered, his breath hot in her ear as his hands wandered across her breasts and stomach. Unconsciously, her back arched against his hands.

“This outfit is the one that pushed me over the edge,” he said, trailing kisses down her neck. “But that’s why you wore it, isn’t it? You wanted to see if I’d break, didn’t you Pataki?”

One hand slid down her hip, fingering the bottom hem of her skirt. Her eyes fluttered shut again as he unclasped her bra and slid a hand over bare skin. She bit her lip as she felt something wet against her breast. Her fingers dug into his scalp as he nuzzled her, his other hand slipping under her skirt to the juncture between her thighs.

She gasped aloud as his finger slid into her, her head slamming hard against the locker behind her.

His mouth left her breast and trailed down her stomach. Her eyes flew open when he pulled back. Gasping for breath, she looked down to see him on his knees in front of her, a knowing look on his face.

“Thongs, Helga?”

“I…” she frowned, not comprehending what was about to happen. “What are you doing?”

“We’re about to find out how quiet you can be.” He said mischievously.

“Arnold…not here, really, anyone can…Ohh.” She moaned, as she felt his tongue touch her. Her head hit the locker again, as she grabbed the door of the open locker for support. Her other hand dug into his hair, her nails scraping into his scalp as his tongue flicked over the tiny button, then delved into her again.

She gasped for breath, her fingers tightening in his hair; she was so close now, only a few more…NO!

He pulled away, his hand covering her mouth before she could scream in disappointment. Standing up, he pulled his hand away from her mouth, and then kissed her hard. She could taste herself on his tongue. Pulling back for breath, he licked her still partically opened lips.

“You don’t get to come until I do.” He hissed in her ear. Moaning, she scrambled franticly for his belt and the buttons on his jeans.

“You have to wear button fly today?” She growled. He chuckled softly, helping her unbutton his pants. Pushing them down, he grabbed her legs.

“I’ve always wanted to do this.” He said, angling her. She had just a second to realize what he was going to do before he entered her. She gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist tightly, her arms wrapping around his neck. Holding onto her legs and using the lockers for support, he moved in her. Their lips met again as they set a frenzied pace.

Helga moved against him, making his moan into her mouth, his fingers digging into her skin. He moved faster, slamming into her, almost to the edge. Her muscles clinched around him, her cries swallowed in his mouth as she came around him. Another push and he shattered with her.

Coming back from his daze he found himself sitting down on the bench next to the locker, Helga straddling him, with him still in her. Her head was touching his, her gasps were slowing.

“If the world ended now, I’d die a happy woman.” She said in between gasps. He smiled, pulling her into one more kiss. Groaning slightly, she climbed off of him, falling onto the floor in front of her locker.

When he got the strength back, he slid his pants back up, buttoning them. Then he helped Helga up from the floor.

“Ready for the last three hours of school?” He teased. Gulping, she shook her head.

“Well, hurry up. You have…” he glanced at his watch. “Less then a minute before the girls finish gym.” Grinning, he gave her a quick kiss before walking off towards the doors to the locker room.

Panicked, Helga grabbed a brush, pulling it through her hair. Rushing over to the sinks, she washed her hands, and splashed some water on her face. Making her way back to her locker, she heard the sounds of some of the girls returning t her lockers. That’s when it dawned on her.

Her underwear was missing.

She searched her locker and the area around it, before she remembered noticing that Arnold slipped them into his jean pocket. She sat down, a goofy grin on her face.

For the second time she’d had incredible sex with Arnold in the school.

Then, a mischievous grin flitted across her face.

They had last period together. And he knew she wouldn’t be wearing anything under her skirt.

This could be fun.
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