It's been years since I last opened it. I'm so ashamed of this hahahaaa... :'( I completely rewrote it, however I left most parts of the plot untouched. Enjoy.

If you see this - it's the thoughts.

Both were standing by their lockers in silence so dense, you could almost touch it.

Arnold and Helga were stuck all afternoon and early evening at school for their extra graduation classes. Sun was setting down and the hallway filled with a golden glow. You could see specks of dust floating around, making this place feel even more magical.

The two were standing close enough to each other to almost touch shoulders. High school changed them - both physically and mentally. She was still calling him "Football-head" and annoyed him every other week, but it seemed more friendly now. Almost... family-like? No spitballs anymore, no bullying, no fighting. Just pure sibling love-hate relationship.

However, the burning feelings were buried deep inside of her.

Like they could mend. Fix what was broken inside of her.

He grew tall and strong. Funny how human body works. He was 5,9 by now, with same old football head and messy halo of sunflower locks.

Her blonde waives rested on her shoulders like golden waterfalls, freed from those childish and "totally 90's" (RhondaTM) pigtails.

"So, football-head, mind talking a stroll with me? It's getting pretty late." she said, shutting the door of her locker. Arnold smiled a little and zipped his backpack. He turned his back at her while putting it on his shoulders.

"I wouldn't dare say no, m'lady", his reply was almost immediately followed by the quiet growl and he could almost feel her eyes roll. He looked back at Helga that was taking care of her Coverse shoe laces, bending right in front of him. The nape of her neck was delicate and soft, and you could see the trail of her back bone disappearing into her baseball tee. Skin was so white that it was almost glowing, making Arnold gulp at the thought of trailing his tongue down.

She got up again and smiled softly, "So let's go, Arnold-o" she said. He couldn't help but notice her plump and moist lips, and the way his name rolled around her tongue. Wonder what it tastes like, down there?

He couldn't reply - just pushed her into the lockers softly, yet firmly and pressed his lips against hers. She didn't hesitate even for a split second, letting out a slight half-moan as if she expected that to happen. Her tongue found his with passion and emotion, all she kept for so long. His fingertips buried in the soft skin of her sides underneath the shirt, leaving marks that would instantly dissappear. Pressing his body against hers, he could only concentrate on whats underneath him, on how she rubbed herself against him like a wild cat.

The noise of an opening door was like a bucket of ice-cold water.

"Fuck" Helga let out and push Arnlod away from her in panic.

'Why am I so suddenly addicted to her?' he asked himself and straightened his hair and shirt, trying to look as decent as possible with a devilish smile on his face. How long has this been going on? His long glares across the cafeteria, her thighs brush against his when they sit in class together, her hair softly touching his skin when she tilts her head while writing in her notebook. The smell of sex and hormones and a tiny bit of vanilla that she leaves like a trace after her all around the school's hallways.

He picked up her backpack as a sign that he's walking her home and she could only nod and follow him out of the empty school. Silence followed them on the way back home, as if scolding them for their moment of weakness. Hers - for unfolding her true feelings and desires, and his - for finally taking the chance to taste. Arnold replayed the kiss in his mind, remembering the softness of her lips, the smell of her skin and the taste of her moans on his tongue.

"Football-head, doi! You passed it!" Helga shouted to him standing at her doorstep when Arnold passed her house caught in a daydream.

"Sorry Helga. Well, I'll see you tomorrow" he said, coming closer to her. She nodded and hugged him.

"Thanks for everything" she whispered at his ear and looked in his eyes. 'I can resist no more. He needs to leave before I give him something I might regret later' she thought to herself and turned around to open her door. She felt strong hands wrapping around her waist as she finally opens the door to the empty house inviting Arold to come with her in silent pull.

"Helga! What the heck are we doing?" he said and felt the same mind-blowing, head-spinning kiss on his lips as she started leading him upstairs.

She entered the room in a rush while pulling up her shirt, still kissing him. Arnold pulled away, placed his hands on hers and stepped back.

"We should stop that. We can't let the desire..." – Arnold couldn't finish his thought, which he was trying to convince himself to believe, as he didn't have enough time before the thin and long fingers of a young woman he loved surpisingly tighly squeezed his elbow and pulled him back into the kiss.

'I'm an idiot...'

"Hel…"

Helga stood on her tiptoes and her hands pushed against the nape of his neck and let her lips touch his in a sweet and loving kiss.

For only a second he lost his control over himself and kissed back, only to push her away by her shoulders once more, for her sake... and his.

"Enough, Helga! Control yourself" he said coldly and with a tough voice.

"What?" she whispered softly.

But how can she calm the desire inside her?

This feeling deep inside her, burning her from inside, flooding like a tsunami, an unstoppable wave – how can you calm it in seconds?

He kissed back. He did…

He looked at her coldly, but then the light in his eyes flickered and they filled with misunderstanding, since the lips of the young woman wavered in a totally unfamiliar to him devilish smile.

"Why do you resist?" She asked with insinuating whisper, slowly walking towards him.

Arnold instinctively stepped back, stunned by her and his own reaction. This girl pushes him to the bed... HIM to the bed.

The gloss of her ocean blue eyes reflected in the tiny ray of light peaking through the closed curtains, as he felt unexpected push with her fingers on his chest. He landed on her bed, spreading his arms as if welcoming her.

'What am I doing, Lord…' confused by her own thoughts and actions Helga thought, not letting him pull himself together and sat on top of him, pulling off her shirt.

"Helga" tone of Arnold's voice changed to almost pleading-like, raspy and quiet.

'What the hell is she possessed with? I can't resist ... no, not like this - I do not want to resist.' thoughts rushed in his pulsating brain.

"What?" she smiled, leaning onto him with her hair falling around their faces.

"Don't regret it later" he whispered and pulled her into a passionate kiss, while placing his second hand on her waist.

'I just want you… and I wanted you for long. And you too, am I right, Arnold?' she thought.

His tough, baseball trained hand stroked the caramel skin on her back and their lips hasn't separated even for a second, as if caught on fire.

Why do you have to think about something else, if now they exist only for each other?

She wants it, and he does too.

'Nothing else is important… At least, I'll think about it later. Tomorrow...' - burying his fingers in her hair and pulling her into a deeper kiss, Arnold turned, pushing her body under his. 'You asked for it. You took the first step. And you surprised me once more. I thought you were a kid, but kids don't act this way. Women truly are full of secrets, but you are special, Helga.'

The silence of the night was interrupted only by quiet noises of the streets somewhere behind the thick walls, the rustle of bodies, two completely identical breaths and the sounds of slowly pulled off clothes.

She – is the Leader of the class, bully, betrayer of public morality. Passionate, wild and explosive.

He - is the boy from another world, not recognizing violence and cruelty. Cautious, gentle, kind.

You might think – what can possibly connect them? Only the desire or something more?

Something that was born last summer there, on the hill covered in emerald grass, under the close attention of the stars above, when she spoke to him in poems, and he rested his head on her laps, living at that moment not like enemies, but like normal humans who just need a break.

Helga's thoughts didn't exist anymore. Now she wanted only Him. Only the feeling of His lips on the sensitive skin of her neck, his tough hands on her hips, stomach, waist, breast. Everywhere.

She wanted to give her body only to this powerful man.

And his body she wanted in return.

Doesn't matter what she thought before, or what she needed before. Now Helga is not the kid.

His eyes, half shut in pleasure, opened wide, and he gasped in surprise, when he felt that she firmly pushes him underneath her. He wanted to smile because he liked to feel her passion. He liked when she roughly and painfully kissed his neck, and when her lips brushed agains his earlobes.

Helga left a long wet stroke with her tongue starting from his neck to his lips, and she kissed him once again – passionately. She kissed him as only a strong woman could kiss, that is sure that this man belongs only to her. That she is his Queen, his Goddess. Only one of a kind. She kissed him like no one else could. And he liked it. He liked it a lot.

And who thought that inside this weak and pleasant-looking girl a fire that massive could exist. The fire that you can't resist.

Her tongue touched his breast, slowly moving down to his stomach, letting the wave of shivers run through the body of the strong young man.

"What are you doing, Helga" he whispered, feeling how all his muscles tense up. Every muscle, every part of him, just when she touched his weakest part of the body.

'I'm mad...' She thought for a second, blinded with her over-flowing feelings, touching his member with her lips. 'And it's not disgusting, why Rhonda was making it such a big deal' a useless thought flashed in her mind

Because only now, when the two exist as one, there is nothing that can disgust you. Now they're together here for one special reason. Because they wanted it, because this is necessary.

He never experienced anything like this before. His back arched, eyes closed, desperately trying to fill his lungs with air.

Helga was surprised by this reaction and slowly moved her tongue around the head, watching him breathe deeply and squeeze the blanket in his hands.

She took pleasure in seeing how the body of her lover strained in sweet bliss. It was like a raging wave rising inside her body.

Her hands went to his hips and pressed his body back to bed at the same time taking him as deep into her mouth as possible.

Arnold gasped – nervously, ragged breath left his lips as he came to realizations that now he is absolutely weak in front of her. And he… likes it.

She controlled him. She made his body move in pleasure, moving his hips towards her uncontrollably. But her hands pressed them down firmly once again.

Helga suddenly sat up, placing her hands on the bed at each side of his head and hanging over him, pressing her inner thighs agains his hips.

She was beautiful like never before. He needed her like never before.

'You are surprising me again, Helga.'

She sat on him again, scanning him with her haughty eyes from top to bottom, as if she understands her dominance. She looked at his lips that were trying to catch any bit of air left in the room, and then moved her gaze at his eyes that were closed. Then, as if she teasing him, she lays down on him again letting her hair touch his body.

His hands caught her suddenly and pushed her underneath him.

Now, she belongs to him.

Feeling the maddening desire, Arnold toughly and passionately leans his lips against hers and lifts her hips. Her hands pushed him as close to her as possible.

He squeezed her waist in his arms and as he heard the low moan, he pushed his hips towards hers.

Helga moaned loudly as her legs crossed at his waist. He felt the moisture drip down, as he knew she gave him something he could never dream asking for.

'I wanted this for so long.'

Only with him Helga felt something that she never felt before. Only Arnold could tame her with the power and dignity that he hides beneath his kindness.

Helga pressed her torso closer to his asking for more.

Close. So close, like with no one else.

Fast. So fast that they couldn't catch their breath.

But how many hours passed already?

Arnold let his satisfaction to come to a logical end, but Helga wanted more.

They still have all night, and none of them felt tired.

He could burn her alive with passion, just with one touch, because only his presence this catastrophically close to her made her want to own him, control him, feel him.

Now she is unbelievably beautiful. And unbelievably wanted.

He sat on the bed stroking her breasts with his lips and heard a quiet moan escape her lips.

Light movement of her hips and she found his response.

Helga smiled as he pushed her on her back on the bed, tugging her underneath him and touching her hips with his fingertips. He pulls her legs up and rests them on his shoulders.

Helga's eyes opened widely, and right away her face changed when he pushed himself inside her leaning towards her and pressing her harder into the bed.

She moaned loudly squeezing the pillow she rested on in her hands and turned her head away from him.

He kept one of his hands on her waist as the other was on the back of her neck, while he moved inside her with a soft rhythm.

'Oh, shit…' the only thing she could think about while biting her lips till they bled.

The feeling of him inside her was the most amazing thing and she realized that no one can ever replace him.

Him – the most powerful, passionate and the most attractive man in the world.

"Arnold" she moaned, and right away his movements grew stronger and more passionate "Mmm…"

The girl moaned once more realizing that this is it, and his lips wavered in a smile full of pride.

He bit into the soft skin of her neck, while still moving inside of her.

A little bit more…

"Ah… mmm…" she moaned, feeling the brutal movements inside her as his hips pushed into hers.

He couldn't let himself moan, so he tightened the grip of his teeth on the sensitive skin of her neck, as he let out a very quiet moan, relaxing his body on top of her.

'Oh, Lord…' she thought softly to herself, buring her fingers in his hair.

Arnold turned his body to the other side, wrapping her waist in his arms as he thought:

'When was the last time that I felt so tired and so satisfied?'

They did not say a word, slowly cooling down. Helga barely had the strength to play with his hair.

'I'm so tired…' She thought.

After a while, he sat slowly on the bed, looking at her gorgeous body. He then stood up from the bed, looking outside the window on the bloody-red sky.

"I love you" he said in a low voice. She smiled and looked at him.

"I love you" she replied and closed her eyes. He came back to the bed and hugged her. They need time to recover.

"Rest, m'lady"

She didn't reply, falling into the arms of Morpheus.