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Dependents	By : DancingBear Category: +G through L > Hey, Arnold! Views: 6471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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-Dependents
- 2-Lean
- 3-Steep
- 4-Long
- 5-Hold
- 6-Slouch
- 7-Arch
- 8-Turn
- 9-Fall
- 10-Drop
- 11-Gift
- 12-Balk
- 13-Spill
- 14-Pay
- 15-Scrap
- 16-Warm
- 17-Sink
- 18-Stoke
- 6
- 7
- 8
"The girls have crashed out…" Steven smiled as he tiptoed softly back into the lounge. "… what do you want to do with them?"
Helga yawned, stretched out. She was feeling decidedly sleepy after a lazy day, a large meal and a glass of wine (just the one, she had to drive). "What's the time?"
"After nine." He plopped down on the sofa next to her, close enough that the soft cushions rolled them together to press their thighs up against each other. She swallowed.
"Uh… I have no idea. I should probably take Nina home." She stifled another yawn.
"Leave the sleep-over for another time then?"
Helga blinked… part of her was screaming to make some kind of suggestive reply, depends, can I stay too? But she was too shy, too cowardly. "Uh…" Damn.
He smiled, leaning towards her a little, so close… "Maddy's been hounding me all week to have Nina stay the night."
Oh… that's all he was talking about. She felt a blush of embarrassment spread over her cheeks. She should have known he was just talking about the kids… she was half his age, for fucks sake! And he was Maddy's dad… she couldn't date the father of her daughters friend… but he was handsome, and kind, and great with his little girl… she sighed.
"I suppose I should get going…" she trailed off… he was so close.
"It is way past their bedtime." He agreed. Am I crazy, or does he actually look a little disappointed? He stood, offered her his hand. So gentlemanly.
"Hopefully she doesn't wake up." She smiled at him as she put her hand on the doorknob to the hallway "I'll have to be really quiet…"stop blathering. She scolded herself. She always yammered inane crap when she was trying to cover nervousness.
"Before you do…" he rushed, gently grasping her elbow before she could open the door, "can I ask you…" his voice was low. He cleared his throat, "… can I take you out some time this week?"
Oh. So maybe she wasn't crazy. Her breath froze in her chest. She stared at him, her brain having just stuttered to a completely standstill.
He looked nervous, waiting for her reply. Eventually he sighed. "I don't want to be a creepy old man, so it's OK if you don't want to."
She shook her head. "It's not that… I mean… I don't think you're creepy…" Helga forced the words from her throat in a breathy wheeze. She stared a bit longer. "I… uh…" she closed her eyes, took a breath. Decide what you're going to say and spit it out already! OK.
"I'm not really looking to date… for a bunch of reasons." Arnold. She pushed that thought from her mind as soon as it popped up.Unhealthy. She tried to smile apologetically, but she probably just looked crazy. "And you're Maddy's dad… I can't confuse Nina like that, or possibly hurt their friendship." She sighed. "Your age has nothing to do with it."
He nodded. "OK."
They just stood there… so they weren't going to date… they had that sorted… so why did it feel like they were still both waiting for something?
He smiled, leaned up against the doorframe. "I haven't met a woman like you in years."
"And what is a woman like me like?" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, watched his eyes as they traced the movement.
His smile widened, he shifted, bringing them closer together. "Intelligent, witty, beautiful…"
Whoa. He had leaned in further, his eyes sparkling. She felt her stomach cramp, below her belly button. "So that was a compliment?"
"Plainly." He murmured.
Unsure of what to say, she just blushed.
"Do you want to go get Nina?" His voice was almost a whisper, it was so low. His face was only inches from hers, she could just lean forward…
She shook her head. "Not really."
His eyebrow crooked up, "What would you li…"
She kissed him. She raised herself up tip-toes and pressed her lips against his. What am I doing? She briefly wondered if she was going mad, but then his hands grasped her waist, and she forgot to care.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding them tight together, his hands slid around, pulling her closer, higher, until her toes dangled above the ground. She could hardly breath, with her mouth on his, his arms crushing her ribs... She loved it.
He smelt amazing, of clean linen and expensive aftershave, and just slightly of cigarettes. His lips were firm, the stubble on his cheeks scratched at her. Everything about him felt hard and assertive and strangely unapologetic. He would be amazing in bed. She whimpered at the thought. She wanted touch… she wanted someone's hands on her… she wanted someone to tell her she was beautiful.
Her teeth caught his bottom lip, he groaned. Oh god. The noise sent thrills through her. She loved the noises men made… she shifted against him, his fingers grasped her tighter.
He pulled away, his cheeks were red, his bottom lip already swollen from her bite. He let her down to the floor, her ribs twinged as he let her go. His eyes ran over her face… "You're beautiful." He murmured, before bending his head and pushing his face to her neck. His lips brushed over her skin, sending chills up her spine. His breath was hot, his fingers were still around her waist, digging into her skin. "You don't want to stay the night?"
Oh god. She very much did want to stay the night… but something told her it would be a mistake… it was too… couple-y. "I don't think it's the best idea…"
He made a little noise of acquiescence against her skin. "OK." One of his hands slid around, pushing his thumb under the fabric of her T shirt, touching her skin. Her stomach tensed. It would be so easy to just fall into bed with this man.
"Sofa?" She voiced the suggestion before she even realised what she was saying.
"Oh god yes." His reply was instant, he slid his hands down to her ass, hefted her up, strode the two steps to the couch and threw her down.
Fuck. It felt so good…
…
"Mum?" Nina's little eyes fluttered open while Helga clumsily tried to flick on the hall light with her elbow.
"Shush, Sweetheart, I'm here… go back to sleep." But the little girl wriggled in her arms.
"We're home?" Nina's little voice sounded heart-broken. She had so badly wanted to stay the night. I know the feeling. Helga sighed.
"Yeah, we're home… but you'll see Maddy again soon, I promise."
Nina's bottom lip stuck out, but her eyelids were already drooping. It was past one o' clock in the morning, Helga really needed to get her to bed. Abandoning the light switch she edged gingerly up the stairs, trying desperately not to trip and drop Nina… who had really gotten too big to carry. Helga's arms were aching by the time she got Nina to her room.
She got a nightshirt onto Nina's un-cooperative limbs and pulled the covers up to her chin. She fretted, once again, about Nina having not brushed her teeth… but there wasn't much she could do about it.
She just pulled off her shoes, jeans and bra to go to bed… she wanted to sleep in her t shirt, because –and she knew it was pathetic, but she was alone, so who cares- she wanted to be able to smell him… that clean, masculine smell. She grinned to herself, her skin still felt tingly, strangely full…
She snuggled up under her blankets, her knees pulled right up. The sheets were cold against her skin, she wriggled around to try warm them up. She wished she weren't alone. It had been amazing… she had forgotten what being with someone could feel like.
They hadn't had sex, but they had made out, writhing and swearing –well, she swore- like teenagers until they had pulled off each other's tops. He had an amazing body, especially for someone in his forties. His chest was broad, with flat nipples. His chest hair was thick, dark, fanning out from his sternum. It had scraped at her skin, at her bare breasts when he had finally taken her bra off.
He had murmured against her skin, kissing her, telling her she was beautiful. She was putty in his hands… but he didn't press her into anything. When he had attempted to un-button her fly, he hadn't gotten mealy-mouthed when she stopped him.
By the time, however, her hand was around him, the head of him pressing against her stomach, his mouth on hers, making those noises, she had almost begged him to touch her… and when he had exclaimed at how sexy it was that she wasn't shaven or waxed smooth, she felt stupid for being shy in the first place.
"Shit." She groaned… the sheets had just gotten warm, but she had forgotten to brush her teeth… typical. Worry about Nina, completely forget about herself.
She winced as she slid out from the sheets into the cold air. She padded across the hall, not bothering to turn on the light, the streetlamp outside cast enough light in through the window.
Argh, too much toothpaste, she grimaced around her brush, scrubbing hard at her back teeth.
"Are you OK?" Helga squealed at the voice, jumping a foot in the air.
Wiping toothpaste from her mouth with the back of her hand, she snarled. "Jesus Christ Arnold! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
She could see his silhouette, faintly outlined in the doorway. He shrugged. "Just getting a glass of water. I didn't hear you come in."
Shit. The one night I don't wear pyjamas… She grasped the bottom of her T shirt and tugged it down, trying to cover herself. She knew he'd be able to see a lot more of her at the moment than she could of him, with the light pouring in from outside. She gulped.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine… to answer your question." She rushed, her voice coming out all scowling and mean. "I'm just brushing my teeth…" she trailed off. Desperate to get out of his sight. She was clutching her toothbrush in her fist like it was a weapon.
He moved forward, she stepped aside to let him get at the sink. He filled his glass, drained it, filled it again. She stood there, like a stunned possum.
"How was the date?" He asked, his voice soft, but wary.
"It wasn't a date." Helga protested, too loudly, too quickly. Just announce your guilt, why don't you? She frowned. What do I have to feel guilty about?
Helga sighed, her brain was her worst enemy.
"Whatever you say, Helga." His voice was full of reproach, making her cringe. He sighed heavily as he walked to the door. "'nite, Helga."
"Uh, 'nite Arnold." and he was gone. Thankfully. She was still standing there, her fist grasping the hem of her T shirt in front of her panties. She finished brushing her teeth and went back to bed.
The sheets had cooled a bit, and she wriggled again to try warm them again… but without the playful glee she had earlier.
She was mortified… Arnold had just seen her pants-less. She didn't even wear a bikini to the beach, and he had just now seen her pasty white, un-toned thighs… and somehow, just being around him had made her feel guilty about what she had done with Steven.
She had been so happy… basking in the warm fuzzy afterglow of the first orgasm she'd had with a partner in… ages. But now she just felt dirty… and then felt guilty for feeling dirty, Steven was a good man, he hadn't done anything wrong, she hadn't done anything wrong… so why did she feel so bad?
It just wasn't fair.
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