FAIR WARNING

This got dirtier than I expected. It was REALLY dirty for a while, but I took that out and re-wrote the end.

So... lemon warning.

Move to Massachusetts?

Could he really do it? He'd been living in Seattle for years now… he was comfortable there… but then, he wouldn't really have anyone if Gerald and Helga both moved away, would he?

Well, he'd have Emma… maybe… kind of…

Maybe he could move back to Hillwood, take the Sunset Arms back over, just be closer to her, close enough to visit…

He was just confusing himself, thinking too much. He'd been debating the issue with himself for the past week, but still had no idea what to do, or how to broach it with Helga… He was nervous, butterflies rumbling round in his stomach as he checked his phone for the tenth time in the past five minutes.

He was waiting… waiting for the soft knocking at his door, waiting to see his girlfriend for the first time since he had kissed her goodbye at the airport.

He lay on the sofa, his hands behind his head, trying to guess where she was at that moment. Her flight had come in over three hours ago, but Olga had picked her up, taking them out to dinner before she dropped her little sister off at her new boyfriend's house.

Helga had giggled when she had told Arnold that. "Sorry sweetheart, but she really wants to know all the gossip, and to see the photos from the wedding, and I did miss her birthday last week… I'll be over as soon as she lets me… I miss you…" Her voice had softened, dropping to a hushed whisper. "I want to see you…"

Just the memory of that, of her breathy voice and their whispered, shy confessions, had his butterflies whipped into a frenzy. He stood up, restless, and paced about the room. What was taking her so long?

He did a circuit around the house, making sure – again – that everything was in order. Clean sheets, vacuumed carpet… he'd left the windows open to air the place out, and stocked up the fridge with cheese and wine and fruit and everything they needed to shut themselves off from the world for a weekend.

He'd bought two new toothbrushes, and left one (the pink one) in it's wrapping on the bathroom counter. He'd put new, scented soap in the sparkling clean shower. He'd dusted and wiped and scrubbed… in fact, the only messy part of the house was the easel he'd set up in a corner of the lounge, and the pile of charcoals on the coffee table.

Tell-tale charcoal dust stained the newspaper he'd laid under the easel, despite the blank paper clipped to the top of the wooden frame. He'd wanted to clean that up, too, but had been on such a roll that he was scared to pack his things up, lest he jinx himself. He was finally over his artist's block.

He knew who he had to thank for that… A rigid folder leaned against the wall behind the easel, packed to burst with sketches. He had her. The turn of her shoulders, the subtle curve to the inside of her arm, how the left side of her upper lip was slightly more full than the right, how she stood with her weight on her right leg, her hip raised. He captured her feet, how her little toe tucked slightly underneath her fourth. He caught the angles of her hips, the hollow of her navel, the long line of her neck. Her eyes…

He sighed happily, standing still in front of his easel, suddenly calm. It felt good to work again, even if it wasn't anything he could sell… it felt good to put charcoal to paper and produce something that he wanted to look at.

He wanted to keep working. Flexing his hand, he considered his fingers. He'd only just managed to get the charcoal dust out from under his fingernails, and he didn't want to get caught out with dirty hands if Helga wanted him to…

Knock knock

His butterflies burst back into life. She's here! He was at the front door in an instant, taking half a second to smooth back his hair before grasping the handle and turning…

"Finally." She grinned, before dropping her bags and falling heavily against him.

He laughed, catching her, stumbling a little under her weight as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips to hers. Her arms snaked around his neck, her back arched to press her chest against his. Eventually she pulled away, making him groan in protest, his cock already responding to her closeness, his gaze raking over her sweet, upturned face.

She had dark circles under her eyes, messy hair, and crumpled clothes. He raised a hand to her face, ran his thumb up her cheek. "Hi."

She smiled, blushed. "Hi…" She nudged herself forward, pressing harder against him, forcing him to take a step backwards, reminding him that they were still just standing in his doorway.

"You're here." He murmured, his eyes still taking in the details of her face, the fine hairs of her eyebrows, how her eyelashes faded to blonde at the ends…

She turned her face away, nuzzled into his shoulder, sighed heavily as she let herself sag against him. "I am… and I must say, Mr Shortman… I'm glad to be back."

He grinned. This was what he wanted, her, in his arms, all sweet and soft. His butterflies were barely fluttering, his skin was warm… the feeling of restless anxiety was gone. "Can I get you anything?"

She pressed a kiss to his neck, nuzzling against him. "A towel?"

"A towel?" He repeated stupidly, making her giggle.

"Yeah… I was on a six hour flight, I desperately want a shower."

Showering Helga. His brain shorted out. He'd obviously thought about that when he'd bought the fancy soap… but now that she was here, the picture of her under the water, all slick and clean, made his cock twitch.

"Yes." He managed to croak. "I think we can manage that."

She giggled again, and they extracted themselves from their embrace to pick up her bags and heft them into the apartment.

"You're drawing!?" She gasped when she spied the easel, dashing over to scrutinise the blank paper, craning her neck to look up at him when he came up behind her.

"mmm, hmmm." He mumbled, kissing the back of neck, following that sweeping line that he loved so much.

She hummed, dropping her head to facilitate his kisses. "Can I see them?"

He faltered. "Later? I'm still, uh, gathering courage…"

She chuckled, "OK, fair enough." She wriggled against him. "Shower?"

He nodded, feeling a little out of his depth, holding himself back from what he really wanted to do… which was to throw her down on the sofa and bury himself in her. "Of course… there's a clean towel in there already."

She raised an eyebrow. "You're not joining me?"

He grimaced, he had dreaded this. Despite everything, he was still scared of her seeing him. He knew it was stupid, they'd touched each other all over, he'd been inside her, for chrissakes… but he still didn't want to be bared to her like that, in the stark, white light of the bathroom, with nothing to hide behind.

She stepped back, a half-smile on her soft lips. He watched, speechless, as she stripped off. She peeled off her top, kicked off her shoes. She took an agonisingly long time to un-button her black pants. She cocked her head to the side as she reached behind her back to un-clip her bra, and smiled shyly at him when she hooked her fingers into her underwear and drew them down her legs, leaving them puddled on his living room carpet.

She was glorious, and tempting, and… fuckshitstack… she was amazing. Her skin flared pink where her underwear had dug into her, the curls at the apex of her thighs were light brown, but looked darker against her pale skin. He watched as her soft nipples stiffened in the cool air, and she watched him watch her, that half-smile still on her lips.

"I'm going to have a shower…" She breathed, her cheeks growing pink as he gazed at her. "… with the lights off."

He wanted to touch her, he itched to touch her. She was just a foot or two away, all that flesh… he remembered how it felt, how she smelt, the taste of her… he nodded dumbly.

"You know where I am if you want me." Her smile deepened, her eyes twinkling. His cock twitched again. She knew exactly what she did to him, and when she turned to walk off to the bathroom, not a trace of self-consciousness showing in the swing of her naked hips, he made up his mind… or, rather, his dick decided for him.

He went stumbling after her. "Hold up."

…

She felt even better than he remembered.

"Jesusfuck, ohmygod, Baby… fuck… fuuck." She was swearing like he'd never heard before, a stream of soft cusses from between her clenched teeth. She was shaking, her whole body quivering as he worked his fingers inside her.

She bit him. "Shit!" He barked, jumping at the sudden pain in his shoulder.

"Sorry." She gasped, before her thighs juddered, rattling the stool they were straddled over.

She'd giggled when she found it, his cripple stool, but she wasn't giggling now. She was spread over his lap, her thighs forced up, wide, by the little padded arm rests, so he had full access to her. He used to hate it, but now he loved that chair. She was forced to hold on to him, to clutch at him while he played with her, his free hand cupping her ass to help stop her sliding off onto the floor.

He'd done kinkier stuff than fucking on a seat in the dark before, but it had never felt as dirty as this. He'd never been this turned on, never been this hard, and when her slick, soapy hand grasped him, she said as much.

"Fuck, Babe, you're so fucking hard."

It wasn't subtle, or poetic, but it made him throb.

"I want you so bad." He gasped, bending forward to kiss her, fumbling for her mouth in the dark.

"You have me." She whimpered back, rocking her hips to emphasise her point.

"I want to make you come." He groaned.

"Say that again." Her voice was breathless, closer to his ear than he expected.

"I wanna make you come." He stated again. "I don't want you to touch yourself, I just want it to be me, my fingers, that make you finish." He found her mouth, kissed her. He'd never told a girl that before… although he liked it when they took charge of themselves, when they touched themselves (like how she had at the hotel)… he needed to make amends for it, needed to prove to himself that he could make the girl climax too… it was a thing… probably borne of insecurity… but Helga didn't seem to be complaining.

She rolled her hips again, groaning against his mouth. "Tell me you want to fuck me." She moaned.

He smiled. So… Helga liked talking. "Fuck yes I want to fuck you. I haven't thought about anything else for the past week." He bore his thumb down harder, revelling in her steady stream of whispered swearing. "Do you have any idea how fucking good it felt to be inside you? You are so fucking warm, and so wet. You have the softest, sweetest, tightest little pussy I've ever felt…"

"Hnnnnng." She shuddered, her hips rocking back and forth, the seat squeaking slightly beneath them. He could feel her tightening, her thighs tensing. He grinned… she was close.

"Will you fuck me tonight, Baby?" He whispered, his pulse hitching when she whined in reply. "Will you bounce up and down on me till I come inside you?"

She squealed at that, her entire body shaking as he pushed her closer to orgasm. "You want me to come inside you?" He asked, "I want to come in you… in your pussy, in your mouth… I want…"

"Fu-u-u-u-u-u-u-ck" She wailed, her thighs clenching, her back arching as she dug her nails into his back. He held on to her, bracing his arm to keep her on his lap as she quaked in climax.

He felt her swell around his fingers, marvelled at how responsive she was, how soft she was. Gradually, he tempered the pressure of his thumb, easing off until she was laying panting on his chest, her heart beating so hard he could feel it against his ribs.

"You OK sweetheart?" He asked, Stroking her hair with his now-free hand, still holding her up with the other.

"Hmmmm." She murmured. "Holy shit."

He chuckled, giving her more time to recover, even though his legs were starting to go to sleep, and his arm was beginning to ache. He didn't want to upset her afterglow.

She wriggled, pulled herself up to press her mouth to his, then raised her knees. "Where are you going?" He asked as she slid off him, her thighs still shaking.

It was her turn to chuckle. She rubbed her palm against his cock, and he could hear the grin in her voice as she moved to kneel between his legs.

"You said you want to come in my mouth…"