Because their sexual tension could only remain unresolved for so long; something was always bound to happen. A collection of Oneshots. AxH

Disclaimer: I don't own Hey Arnold!, the songs, or anything else that sounds like I could make any money off of it.

As I am suffering from severe writer's block, I've decided to try and do something to hopefully jump start my motivation and inspiration.

And, because sometimes, I just want to write some smut without all the backstory. Sue me.

This is, as of right now, going to be a series of 10 unrelated, song inspired oneshots on the higher end of the rating chart. It's based loosely on the old iPod shuffle challenge.

Title: Need

Rating:M; R

Timeframe: Later High School Years

Summary: There they were in his broken down truck, stranded in the middle of nowhere. What else could've happened?

Author's Note: As I so very much enjoyed writing the makeout scene in Did My Heart Love Till Now?, going any further than it had just would not have fit with the story. So, I figure this chapter is a way of having my cake and eating it, too. Enjoy!

"Your heart beats double time

Another kiss and you'll be mine"

-Addicted to Love by Florence and The Machine

"This is all your fault!" Helga yelled out over the pouring rain.

Arnold tossed an incredulous look over his shoulder as his feet moved quickly over the muddy ground, "My fault? How is Curly ditching you my fault?" As he reached the passenger side of his truck and unlocked it, he muttered indignantly, "Not that I'd blame Curly."

"What was that, Football Head?" the angry, sopping wet teen hissed.

"Nothing, Helga."

Arnold opened the door for her, and she climbed in with a huff. He went over to his side and slid behind the steering wheel. When he turned his keys into the ignition, however, there were only sharp clicking noises.

"Uh oh," was his only remark.

"'Uh oh'?" Helga mimicked none too happily. "Oh no, Shortman. No, no 'uh ohs' right now. I don't need to hear that. What I need to hear is your engine starting."

"Well then, you're going to be pretty disappointed for a while," Arnold replied flippantly.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

As Arnold fished out his phone, only to find there was no service out this far, he sighed, "Nope. We'll have to wait until the storm passes over before we get out and make our way to the nearest gas station. Or at least get within cell phone service, so I could call triple A."

"'We'?"

Arnold shot Helga a slanted look, "Yes, 'we'. I'm not gonna leave you here in the middle of nowhere, late at night in my broken down truck, Helga. That's a recipe for any one of Gerald's Urban Legends right there."

Helga slumped against the seat, "But the storm might not let up for hours."

Instead of replying, Arnold placed his elbow against his window and leaned his head against his hand. His other hand gripped the the steering wheel lightly, and after a few moments he drummed his fingers against it. After several beats, Arnold cleared his throat, "So, um...since we'll probably be here for a while...maybe we should talk about what happened earlier-

"Hey, I've got a better idea: How 'bout we don't," Helga immediately cut off.

Arnold turned towards her, "Oh, c'mon Helga! We can't just pretend it didn't happen!"

"Actually, that's exactly what we're gonna do," The blonde replied matter-of-factly as she crossed her arms over her soaking shirt.

Arnold frowned, "Helga, if you think I'm just gonna let this whole thing go, like I had after FTi-

Helga shot her hand out and gripped Arnold's damp shirt collar, tugging him towards her, "I will bury you out here where no one would ever find you, Football Head."

He offered her an unimpressed look and a raised brow, "Oh really, Helga? And just how would you manage to do that without a shovel?"

Clutching his collar tighter, Helga replied through gritted teeth, "I'd use my bare. Hands."

"I think you're over reacting a little bit, Helga."

Helga released him with a shove, and then pointed angrily at him, "We are not going to talk about FTi, and we are not going to talk about what happened earlier."

Still slumped against his corner of the car, Arnold retorted flatly, "You mean, when we kissed?"

"Hey! You kissed me, bucko! Which reminds me, I oughta deck you for-

"Whoa, now hold on a minute!" Arnold sat up quickly, "You kissed me back, Helga so don't go-

"I most certainly did not!" Helga denied, looking affronted.

With a snort, Arnold countered, "Oh, you most certainly did."

Helga's face went red as she made a sound of offense, before sputtering out, "No, I was just...surprised!"

Arnold pursed his lips in irritation before reaching his hand out to cup the back of Helga's neck, bringing her closer to him as he crashed his lips against hers. Helga gave a startled squeak against his mouth, but moments later her eyes had fluttered shut and her mouth moved urgently against his.

It was then Arnold tore his lips away from her's, and fixed her now wide eyes with an even stare, "You kissed me back, Helga. Again."

Helga blinked rapidly, trying to gather her thoughts as she stuttered out, "N-no, you just...I was surprised. "

Arnold's gaze dropped to Helga's lips, pausing for a moment before returning to her eyes. His action caused Helga to do the same, and as her eyes fell to his mouth, Arnold leaned forward again, and this time Helga responded immediately.

Helga wrapped her arms around his neck, and as Arnold wound his own around her back, Helga had begun to drag him down. Bracing his arms against the wide seats of his single bench truck, Arnold changed the angle of the kiss, enjoying the moan of satisfaction that Helga released. As he pressed his leg in between Helga's own up more, Helga's head fell back with a choked cry of pleasure, and Arnold lowered his lips to her neck, enjoying the taste of rain and her skin.

God, he wanted her. He can't remember wanting anything as badly as he wanted Helga G. Pataki. He had realized recently that, much to his dismay at the time, he was starting to fall in love with the force of nature known as Helga. And up until tonight, he had thought he'd convinced himself that he was never going to do anything about it.

Now he wanted nothing else, nothing less, than all of her.

Although, maybe having an impromptu hump session in his truck while they're stuck in the middle of nowhere during a storm isn't the best place for such a realization. Maybe he ought to slow this down.

"Fuck, Arnold," Helga moaned before pulling his mouth back to hers, kissing him hungrily as she moved her hips against his.

'Oh, well shit,' Arnold thought a little morosely, as he came to terms with the fact that now he simply didn't want to stop.

But still.

"Helga. Helga, wait. Hold on a minute," Arnold muttered against her avid lips, before sitting up, "I think we need to talk about this."

Helga followed suit and sat up, "I'd much rather be doing it than talking about it."

Arnold's jeans grew more snug, but he pressed on, "Well, yeah so would I, but...that doesn't mean we should."

"It's real cute that you're trying to be all noble and all, but this storm isn't going anywhere for a while, and so neither are we. Think you could hold out for that long?"

Arnold shifted uncomfortably, "If I had to, then yes."

At that, Helga slid onto his lap, straddling him, "Well, I'm telling you that you don't have to."

Arnold clenched his jaw tightly, and tried his best to look as unaffected as possible, "Helga, what exactly is it you want to do?" Helga's response was a simple, slow roll of her hips against his lap. Arnold's jaw tightened even more and his eyes screwed shut, and he could only manage a hum of consideration for his weak response.

Helga cupped his face and brought her lips down to his in a surprisingly soft and gentle kiss. It took Arnold a moment to respond, and his desire twisted low in his belly more intensely in response to Helga's slow, sensual kisses than it had with her earlier kisses.

He brought his hands to her hips, his fingers digging into her skin beneath her shirt, and he tried to move his mouth against hers at the agonizing pace she had set, even though he desperately wanted to speed it up.

Helga gave a drawn out moan as her hands traced slowly up his arms, that were taut from his restraint. Finally, as she rocked her hips against him again, her lips began to move against his with more fervor. Before Arnold had a chance to fully return the motions, however, she pulled back and her hands went to the hem of his shirt. It was still damp, and sticking to his skin, making it more difficult for Helga to remove. Growing frustrated, Helga's impatient tugging only made her move tortuously in Arnold's lap.

Hardly able to stand the friction, Arnold brushed Helga's hands away, "God, for fucking fuck's sake."

Arnold whipped the shirt up and off of him in exasperation, not noticing Helga's open mouth, and look of shock. As he discarded the shirt, Helga breathlessly spoke, "Say that again."

Arnold looked up at her, dazed and confused, "Huh? Say what again?"

She gave a slight shake of her head, though a smile had formed on her face, "You cursed. I've never heard you curse before."

"I did?" Arnold replied, perplexed.

Helga nodded slowly and licked her lips, "Uh-huh." She leaned a little bit closer, "You said 'fuck.' I wanna hear you say it again."

Her eyes were dark and cloudy, and Arnold had to do his best to not gulp as he blinked stupidly at her. He glanced away for a moment, and then brought his eyes back to hers. His gaze was lidded, and the corner of his mouth slightly curved up, "Fuck."

Helga's mouth crashed against his, and with a moan she dragged her hands into his hair, gripping tightly as his hands grasped her thighs and tugged her hard against him. He swiftly lowered them both down to the seat, with her beneath him, wriggling wildly. Her kisses were frenzied, and her own hands dropped to the clasp of her shorts.

"Dammit!" Helga grunted, breaking away from the kiss in annoyance, "These stupid-ugh! Get these fucking shorts off of me, Football Head!"

Unable to stop the lopsided smirk from his face, Arnold sat back on his knees, "Whatever you say, Helga."

Helga's look of agitation melted away immediately once Arnold's hands slid up the back of her thighs. Her gaze was cloudy, and she unconsciously bit her lip as his hands grabbed the hem of the shorts and tugged them down. Helga bent her knees to allow him to remove the article of clothing completely, and with that done, Arnold slowly drew her legs apart. Helga felt herself throb, and she bit back a moan. Arnold leaned over her, hovering for a moment with his lips barely an inch from hers, before dipping down and letting his mouth move along neck at a slow pace.

Helga squirmed anxiously and felt like a giant bundle of nerves, "Quit messing around, Arnold and let's just get to the good stuff already," she had all but panted.

Arnold lifted his head and raised a brow at her, "Why so eager? We could be stuck in here for hours, remember?"

Though she blushed, Helga furiously shook her head, "Hours? Oh, no, no, no, no, no. No way. How about now? I'm losing my patience," Helga whined, and she tried to pull Arnold's mouth to hers to better convince him, but he didn't budge.

Arnold looked down at Helga, and gave her a slow, wicked grin, "I don't need to hear you complaining, Helga. What I need to hear is you begging."

Helga's eyes widened in shock, and she let out a yelp of surprise when Arnold drew her up and onto his lap once again. He slid his arm around her back and caught her lips with his in a deep kiss, as his other hand slipped down beneath the fabric of her underwear. Helga broke the kiss with a cry of shock and pleasure, and her head rolled back as Arnold's digits slid over her. When he slipped a finger inside her, Helga rolled her head forward and rested it against his shoulder as they both released a groan.

"God you're so wet," Arnold muttered huskily as he slipped a second, then a third finger inside her.

"Just...you need to, oh-hey!" Helga sat up when Arnold suddenly stopped, "You can't just stop when things were getting, oh-!

Arnold gripped the hem of Helga's shirt and yanked it up and off of her. He brought his mouth to hers once more as he reached up and unhooked her bra, and discarded that as well. The two sighed simultaneously as skin met skin. Arnold once again slipped his hand into Helga's slick folds, and he let his mouth drop to one of Helga's hard and waiting nipples.

"Oh God," Helga moaned loudly, as her head rolled back and her hands tangled themselves into Arnold's hair. As Arnold eventually switched to her other hardened peak, he slowly drove Helga insane with his mouth and his fingers. When Helga thought that she couldn't take it anymore, she felt that slow build finally coming to a head and just when she thought she'd have sweet release…

He stopped.

Again.

"No. Arnold, no you...please, don't stop now!" Helga begged breathlessly.

Though his breathing was heavy, he still managed to give her that stupid wicked smirk, "I think I sort of have to for a second. Hang on," He raised his hips, and the both of them made sounds of approval at the contact. He reached his hand back into his back pocket and fished out his wallet. As he lowered himself back to the seat, he flipped it open and pulled out a foil packet.

"Oh," Helga blinked.

Arnold looked at her, amused, "Yeah, 'oh'. You don't want to end up surprised again, do you?"

Helga scowled, "Of course not, doi! I was just distracted, that's all. I guess it's also a little surprising that you actually have a condom on you."

Arnold shrugged, "Hey, 'Always Be Prepared,' right?"

Helga reached down and unsnapped his jeans, as she raised a brow at him, "You were never a Boy Scout."

Arnold shrugged again, "I might as well have been."

The two both worked on pushing Arnold's jeans and boxers down far enough, and after he had rolled the condom down his length, he suddenly paused, "Um, Helga have you ever…? I mean, are you-

"Technically, yes I am a virgin," Helga answered casually.

Arnold blinked at her quizzically, "...Technically?"

Helga lowered her lashes and flashed Arnold a devious grin, "Hey, I've got needs and a bedside drawer full of things to help satisfy them."

"Fuck, Helga," Arnold said with a tortured sigh.

Helga cupped his face and dragged his mouth to hers in a deep kiss. Arnold placed his hands on her hips and guided her over him, and then pulled her panties to the side before sliding into her. They both made noises of appreciation, and their kisses grew more frenzied as they moved against each other in a jerky, desperate rhythm.

Helga was moving wildly above him, and it was hard to keep up from his position in the drivers seat of the truck. Arnold slipped his hand down to where their bodies met, sliding against that bundle of nerves and Helga bucked hard against him. He adjusted his position and leaned forward a bit, resting his arm against the steering wheel. Neither of them paid any attention as the car horn blared, and Arnold kept rocking his hips against Helga's, while his fingers continued to stroke her.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck," Helga panted, and more breathy sounds continued to rise from her throat as she felt the spring coil tighter and tighter until it finally released. Helga's orgasm tore through her, and her body shuddered from each wave of pleasure.

Her moans of satisfaction were driving Arnold crazy, and he slid his arms behind her neck and back, and lowered her down onto the bench. He slipped her underwear off, and spread her legs apart before sliding back into her. His thrusts were jerky and deep, and Helga writhed beneath him, her back arching high as each thrust caused another shock of pleasure to roll through her. Arnold quickly came, with Helga's name on his lips, and then all but collapsed on top of her.

They were both silent, but it was a content silence, and Helga absently traced her hands along his back as the rain still poured outside.

Arnold awoke the following morning by a punch to the arm from Helga.

"Ow! Hey!" Arnold jolted awake, squinting against the morning sun. Helga was still curled against his side, wearing his shirt.

"Answer your stupid phone, Sleeping Beauty!"

"What?" It was then he realized it was ringing, and he leaned over to search for it. Helga yelped, and clung onto him so she would roll off the bench, "Huh, I guess the storm must've interfered with the service."

Finally locating it, he picked it up and sat up into the seat, "Hello?"

"Man, where the fuck have you been, you little shit?"

"Gerald?"

"Fuck you, asshole!"

Arnold sighed and rubbed his hand over his face, "Uhh, look I'm sorry that-

"Bro, I got a text from your dad asking if you had crashed at my place last night. Wait, no, scratch that. I had 9 missed calls from your parents, and a text from your dad. I figured I'd call you and see if you could explain your punk ass, before I text him back and say I don't know where his son is. Now, what have you got to say for yourself?"

"I...I'm in my car. It wouldn't start last night after you guys had already headed out, so Helga and I were pretty much-

"You got stuck with Helga G. Pataki?" Gerald interrupted, "Holy shit, I'm surprised she didn't murder you."

Arnold snuck a glance over at his blonde companion, "It was...pretty touch-and-go at first."

Ignoring the glare Helga shot him, Arnold went back to listening to his friend.

"Wait, but how the hell did you get saddled with Helga in the first place? I thought Curly was supposed to take her home?"

"Yeah, well Curly ditched her," shot Helga a cheeky grin, "...and she needed me to give her a ride, so-" Helga gave him another punch to the arm, and Arnold jerked the phone away and mouthed 'Ow!'

At Arnold's slightly irritated expression, Helga replied, "Really?"

Arnold shrugged and offered a lopsided grin, before holding the phone back up to his ear, "Look, Gerald I'm sorry to have worried you. The storm lasted longer than we thought, and we fell asleep. Could you-

"Whoa, you guys slept in the same enclosed space? All night?"

Arnold shifted a little uncomfortably in his seat, "Well..yeah, of course. What else would we have done?"

"...I guess-

"Look, could you just do me a favor and let my parents know what happened? I don't have a lot of battery life left, and I need to call roadside assistance."

"Sure thing, buddy."

"Thanks."

After roadside came and towed Arnold's truck and it's two passengers to the autoshop, Arnold walked Helga home. Things had been awkward since they'd woken up, and they hadn't talked much all morning, which had started to drive Arnold crazy.

"Well, thanks for the memories, Shortman." Helga said as she started to walk up her steps.

Arnold realized that if she made it through that door, they'd probably never speak about last night ever again, and things would go back to how things were before. And that was the last thing he wanted.

"Helga, wait!" Helga turned around and gave him a bored look, but Arnold took a deep breath and pressed on, "Do you...wanna maybe go out some time?"

Helga blinked in surprise, and then looked at him in disbelief, "...Really?"

It might've been his imagination, but he thought she had sounded more than a little bit hopeful. Clearing his throat, he replied in a casual tone, "Yeah. I mean, I know we've kind of done things...a little out of order, but we'll just do something simple. You know, dinner, a movie...maybe eventually a white picket fence?" Helga's lips parted a little, and her eyes looked more than just a little bit hopeful now. Arnold smiled warmly at her, shrugging, "Or, you know, one of the suites at the boarding house. So...what do you say?"

After a moment, Helga's smiled widely, "Yes...to all of it."

Wow, this chapter was a beast. Hopefully it somewhat makes up for the lack of updates? I tried to make this one a bit lighter than the others, so I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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