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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
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- 33-Epilouge
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Helga waited, staring into his face. Why… why did she have to ask him that? Why couldn't she just go with it and not need… something…
He stared at her, his eyes searched her face, making her feel naked, small under his gaze. She couldn't read his expression at all. Shit.
"You don't need to answer." She whispered, mortified she had asked him in the first place. God… how stupid could she be? Why couldn't she just shut her mouth for once and just let herself do what she really wanted to do? Why did she think that just because he asked her earlier, it meant that he felt the same way that she did?
He swallowed. "No… it's fair… I mean… I asked you…" He paused, closed his eyes. Helga's stomach churned. This didn't look like it was going the way she hoped. She felt herself stiffen, preparing for hurt. He sighed, opened his eyes and smiled as he met her gaze. "I… I do love you."
Helga just stared… she could hear the "but" in his voice.
"…but… now what?"
Helga blinked."What do you mean?" Stupid question… she knew what he meant… but she had no idea how to answer.
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
Helga's heart thumped. That is what he was worried about? She could have laughed. She figured he'd automatically know that her finally breaking the 'just friends' rule meant that she wanted to be with him… she smiled.
"You sure you want me?" she whispered. She pressed a light kiss on his lips, bumped his nose with hers.
"More than anything." His voice was low, sincere. Her toes curled. This was actually happening.
"Why?"
"Because I love you." His answer sucked the air from her chest.
She kissed him. Butterflies were going ballistic in her stomach. Her heart felt like it was climbing up her throat. She kissed him again. "Yes… I'll be your girlfriend." She laughed against his mouth. "I love you too… Shortman."
She could feel his lips spreading into a grin. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice muffled by her mouth. She pulled back a little, dotted kisses against his lower lip, his chin, his cheek. "As in… I can introduce you as my girlfriend… change our relationship status' on Facebook… proper boyfriend-girlfriend girlfriend?"
She nodded, pressing her forehead into his shoulder, trying not to 'eep' with excitement. "Go to sleep together at night… morning cup of coffee… sacrifice the last bagel… proper boyfriend-girlfriend."
Arnold kissed her. "I didn't want that bagel anyway." He crooned, letting his splayed fingers skim across her skin.
"You're a terrible liar." She gasped, his light touch sending tingles down her legs. The warmth that had been building in her belly burst into life again. She felt her legs tighten, squeezing his thighs between hers.
"Hmmmmm, sorry…" His hands roved over her jean-clad ass, gripping at her hips. She just moaned softly in reply. She rolled her hips, pressing herself against his obviously hard cock. The hitch in his breath, the tightening of his fingers… every indication he gave that she turned him on, excited her more.
Her hands found the bottom of his shirt. She spread her fingers out over his stomach, touched the hair beneath his navel, ran a finger around his nipple. His breath was coming hard, his eyes were closed as his hands ran in large circles over her hips, her ass… She gathered his shirt in her fists, tugged it gently upwards until she pulled it over his head, off his arms and dropped it to the floor.
She sat up, looking down at him. His hands snaked out to her stomach, edging beneath her shirt, laying flat against her skin. She placed her hands over his, the thin fabric of her top between them. She arched her back, rocking forward. She could feel the hard length of Arnold's erection pressing against her, feel the damp heat from his palms on her skin. Slowly, she edged her hands upwards. The fabric of her top bunched up as she dragged Arnold's hand with hers. His eyes raked up her, watching as her movement exposed more and more skin.
As the tips of his fingers touched the bottom of her breasts, she heard him hold his breath. His eyes flicked to hers, back to their hands, to her face again… She took her hands from him and leaned forward, urging him to touch her, letting his fingertips slide over the slight swell of her small bust.
She saw his Adams apple bob as he swallowed. His eyes flicked between her face and his hands as he gently ran his fingers up over her breasts. She inhaled, bit her lip. "Oh Jesus Christ." Arnold groaned. She felt her nipples graze against his palms as he cupped her. Her skin was buzzing, her blood was thundering through her veins.
Just fucking hold me down and touch me already! She silently screamed. She wriggled on top of him, eliciting a low, thuddering moan from the blonde man beneath her. Her hands hung at her sides, clutching his thighs. "Arnold…" she whimpered, conscious of how high and tremulous her voice was "...please…"
"Fuck." He groaned. He took his hands from her breasts, leaving her skin feeling suddenly cold… he wrapped his arms around her, hefted her up, and over, and pressed her back into the cushions. She groaned as his thighs moved between hers, pushing them wider apart. This was what she had wanted… no caution, just doing. His mouth was on her neck, trailing across her collarbones… his hands grasped her ribs, hoisted her higher, bringing her chest in line with his mouth.
Her hands grasped at his back as he wrenched up her top and pressed his lips to her skin. She watched his mouth trace her tan lines, electric buzzes thrilling through her at the touch of his lips on her skin. His mouth moved gently to cover her nipple, his tongue licked at her, traced circles around her.
"Fuuu-u-uck" she keened, her fingers were in his hair, grasping at the back of his neck. His hand was on her other breast, gently, gentlyrolling her hard nipple between his fingers. She looked small and pale beneath his long fingers. She forced her hips backwards and forwards, pushing herself against him, wanting that pressure.
Arnold's mouth explored her skin, his hand tenderly kneaded her flesh. She wanted more. She wanted to ride her thighs over his, to hook her legs over his back… but her jeans were too restrictive. She wanted to feel the hair of his legs grating the skin of her thighs, but there was too much cloth in the way. She was hot, throbbing… full of want.
He was moving against her, matching the slow, hard undulations of her hips. His back was arched, his mouth still sucking, teasing her sensitive skin. She felt feverish.
She forced her hands between their bodies. Her fingers fumbled, snagging on skin as she grazed the backs of fingers down his stomach. Her fingers found the waistband of his jeans… Arnold's mouth and fingers paused on her skin as she groped with his top button.
He groaned as she popped open the buttons, he raised his hips off hers as she tried to push his jeans down, but she couldn't reach. She made an irritated noise as her arms were caught, unable to push his jeans down further than his butt.
He chuckled as he let go of her skin and sat up. His jeans were gathered at his thighs, his boxers barely keeping his obvious excitement contained. She bit her lip. He tugged his jeans down, kicking them off once they got to his knees. He cleared his throat. "I feel very naked." He smiled, looking shy.
"That's the plan." Her voice was hoarse.
He ran his fingers softly over her belly, touching her navel, the top button of her fly. "And you?" he asked, his crooked smile making her heart leap. She nodded in reply.
He leaned over to kiss her stomach as he undid her fly. She felt her thigh twitch as the top button popped open, her stomach tensed as he slowly forced the zip down. He nudged his nose into her belly button as she raised her hips, letting him slide her pants down over her ass. She raised her legs, her breath coming hard as he tugged the tight denim from her thighs, smiling when her legs were finally free and he dropped the jeans on the floor.
Arnold's forehead creased… he was kneeling between her legs, almost naked, his dick visibly throbbing in his boxers. He held her ankles in his hands, her legs still raised. Groaning, he placed a kiss to the sole of her foot, before he leaned forward, letting her wrap her legs around his waist as he fell between them.
"I don't know where to start with you." He moaned. His fingers twitched at her top, bunched up as it was beneath her arms. She grinned, leaned up to pull it off, and revelled in his attention when she lay down again.
"You're amazing." He whispered into her skin, biting and kissing gently at her collarbones, her breasts, her ribs. She could feel him holding himself back as he gripped her, trying not to grab her too tight… she wriggled, arched her back, whimpered under his hands.
They rolled slightly to the side, his hand roving across her ass, tracing the line of her panties from her hip, down… down… down… she shook as his fingers brushed at the edge of her. She could feel herself throb, could feel how damp she was. It was too much. She knew she was moving fast, but she didn't care.
She moved her hips back, forcing his fingers to press harder against her. He looked worried. She made a high, insistent noise, a begging noise.
Arnold's chest heaved with his heavy breaths. He watched her face, carefully gauging her reactions. One fingertip tilted, shifted, gently caught the elastic of her panties and pressed beneath it. She gripped at him, the arm around his neck pulling him close. Her leg tightened, raised higher, allowing him more room… she needed him to touch her.
Her eyes squeezed shut, her hips moved involuntarily. He ran his finger as far to the front of her as he could reach, before parting her gently and pushing inside the folds of her. She could feel how wet she was, could feel that she was swollen. She could hear Arnold's breath shaking. She felt like she should be self-conscious, or something… having his fingers on her like this… but she just didn't… it felt too good to care about being modest.
"Jesus… fuck, Helga…" He pulled his fingers from her, making her squirm in protest. He rolled further onto his side, shunting her across a little, before sliding his hand down her inner thigh. He swore again as he pushed aside her panties with his thumb, and pressed the pads of his fingers against her. This time, he could reach all of her, and he traced his finger to the top of her, before pressing down gently.
Helga swore, bit her lip, and whimpered as Arnold's fingers found her clit. She sucked air in through her teeth as he pressed gently down on her. Her legs were shaking.
"Christ, baby…" Arnold's voice was soft, awestruck. "You're so… so fucking wet!" He glided his fingers down further, abandoning her clit momentarily. She waited, breath heaving, knowing what was coming next. Slowly, very slowly, and tenderly, Arnold slid a finger into her. She felt her thighs tense, her breath shake. "Oh god…" Arnold shook along with her. His thumb slipped up to touch her clit again… she started to gasp.
"Arnold…" she gulped, nervous and excited and so sure that the only thing she wanted was him… now… "Do you have a condom?"
She heard his sharp intake of breath, and opened her eyes to look at him. He stuttered. "N-no. I… I haven't got… I mean… I didn't think…"
"Do you want to?" she asked, suddenly afraid that this was going to be one of those mood-ruining moments again.
He looked at his hand, his finger buried deep inside her, his thumb rolling gently over her clit, and nodded. "So fucking bad… but we can't risk it…"
She arched her back, pressed herself harder against him hand. "Check my handbag…" she admitted, blushing.
"Now? I mean… here? It isn't too soon?" Arnold stumbled, gazing at her with wide eyes.
She smiled. "Now… here… I want you."
He gulped, nodded, pulled his fingers gently from her and leaned over the edge of sofa to look for her bag. He passed it to her, and she pulled two of the foil packets from a side pocket.
"I don't know what I'm doing." She confessed, holding the condoms up, turning them over in her fingers.
He took them from her and tucked them under a pillow. "Not yet." He murmured, before kissing her. He let his hands roam across her, his palms barely brushing her skin as he set her skin on fire with his touch.
He teased her, traced his fingers lightly around her breast, but didn't knead her flesh. He stroked her thighs, her belly, her arms. He pressed his mouth against her skin and told her she was beautiful. Finally, finally his fingers trailed down to her underwear, and traced the crease of her through the fabric. The touch made her quiver.
He pulled her underwear aside, and pressed his fingers into the folds of her. She whimpered as he pushed a finger inside her. She could feel how the inside of her clutched at him. She wondered briefly if that was normal, but when Arnold let out a deep breath, and whispered to himself to calm down… She forgot all about being insecure and just let him make her feel good.
She let her hand trail over his stomach as he slowly urged his finger in and out of her. Her fingers followed the hair from his navel to his boxers, before gently brushing over the hard shape of him. She could feel the heat coming off him, his cock jumped at her touch. He sucked a breath in through his teeth.
"You're driving me crazy." He whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek. As he spoke, she felt him push another finger inside her, stretching her a little, filling her.
"Oh my god." She moaned. Goddamn.
"Is that OK?" Arnold's lips were at her ear, nuzzling at her lobe. She felt herself clench.
She could only whimper in reply.
"Are you… ready?" Arnold's voice was a cracked whisper.
She opened her eyes, she could feel the heat of the flush on her skin, the building tension at the top of her thighs, the bottom of her belly. She wanted him. "Yes… now…" she whispered. Nervous… but swollen with desire.
He drew back from her, unhooked her legs from his hips as he hooked his fingers in her panties. Drawing them off her legs, his gaze lingered on her. "Fuck… you're beautiful." He breathed, his face awe-struck. "You're perfect…"
She reached for his boxers, tugging them down, watching as the elastic snagged on the end of his hard cock, before sliding free. He was long, dark, pulsing… she bit her lip, pushed his boxers down further. He leaned down, kissed her… she felt the end of him nudge at her thigh… so hard…
He kicked his boxers off, she opened her arms, wanting the weight of him on her. God… it felt amazing. Naked skin on skin… heat radiated between them, his breath brushed every hair on her skin, sending tiny electric currents down… down… down…
She felt him reach under the pillow, felt her breath catch as he pulled out one of the condoms. He smiled, shy… "Should I…" She nodded… figuring now wasn't the time to learn how to put the things on.
Rolling to the side a little, he tore the pack open, pulled the condom out, and balanced awkwardly on his elbow as he rolled it on. She smiled when he looked up at her, his grin nervous. "You sure?"
She swallowed… nodded… nerves shook her as he shifted on top of her… His fingers slid between her thighs, touched her. She put her arms around his neck, her hands balled into fists. Her eyes held his, scared.
Holding his weight up on one arm, his other hand guided his cock to her pussy. She gasped as he pressed forward. She let out a breath as his head slid between her lips, slowly pushing into her. She could feel the pressure, the resistance of her muscles as he gradually rocked his hips forward, pushing himself deeper.
"Tell me if it hurts?" He whispered, his eyes on her, watching her face. She nodded, unable to form words.
Oh my god… this feels… insane… She gasped as his head nudged the end of her. It kinda hurt, an uncomfortable feeling… but so good at the same time. She arched her back, raised her legs around him.
"Oh god." Arnold's mouth covered hers. His hips shifted, drawing his cock from her, before edging it back in. She clutched at his neck, ran her hands down his back, grabbed his hips.
Arnold stopped, grinned… "This is hard…" he groaned. "You're so tight."
Helga blushed, embarrassed, pleased… She felt the head of him bump the inside of her as she rolled her hips. She was so close! The skin of her, from her thighs to her navel, felt tight, hot… her muscles were quivering. Her clit was dying to be touched. She wriggled beneath him, drawing a moan from him… "Touch me?" she whispered, desperate to come.
He grinned, sat back. She gasped as he drew his knees forward, changing the angle so that he hit the front of her. She screwed her eyes shut. "Oh god Arnold… Please… I'm so close!" Her body was quivering, her hips squirming against the cushions. She had never felt so frustrated in her life. She so wanted to reach down and touch herself… the pressure against her was amazing. She felt full, uncomfortable… almost like she needed to pee, but so different.
One of his hands fell on her breast, squeezing gently at her. The thumb of the other pushed between her lips and pressed down on her clit. She shuddered.
Fuck… fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…
His thumb made small circles, just at the top of her. His fingers gripped at her, tangled in her trimmed hair. She felt like she was crawling out of her skin. She could feel her thighs tightening, squeezing around his hips as he kneeled above her. Her ass wasn't even on the sofa, her entire body was taut, waiting… so close…
His hips were shifting back and forth, just running an inch in and out of her… the head of him pressing against the inside of her… "Down… a little…" she gasped, and then gasped again as his thumb shifted down, just a fraction, but just enough to touch where she was the most sensitive. Her body tensed, shuddered… she felt herself stop, her breath catch, everything slowed down before she exploded.
His thumb kept rolling as she shook, a long, trembling "Fuu-u-u-u-u-uuuu-ck" escaping her lips as her body writhed. His other hand came to her hip, holding her to him as her hips raised. She swore, her head back, her thighs juddering against him. She heard Arnold swear before he pushed deeper inside her, his hands clutching harder at her breast, her pussy… His thumb stilled, his back arched as he leaned forward to rest his head on her chest. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, feel his hands trembling against her skin.
Her skin throbbed with her heartbeat, her throat was dry. "Wow…" she groaned, running her fingers through his hair.
"Fuck." Arnold mouthed against her skin. "I didn't think I was going to be able to hold on… that was… fuck…" he lifted his head. "Are you OK?"
Helga laughed, light headed. "No, actually… I feel like my legs might fall off…" She laughed again at Arnold's furrowed brow. "That was fucking amazing…" she said softly, her hands stroking his cheek.
"I was so nervous." He admitted, kissing the flat plain between her breasts, laying his cheek on her stomach.
"Me too… but I'm glad we did it…" she grinned. She was glad. She was glowing and giggly and giddy. She and Arnold were together… he loved her, wanted to be with her. She trusted him… she loved him.
"I love you, Pataki." Arnold mumbled, pressing kisses to her skin.
Her stomach curled into a little ball of happy. She could have wept…
"Oh god Arnold… I love you."
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