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For making this great. [ He could have easily barreled on in and gotten "his rocks off" and rolled over to sleep. But that's not the man she loves, that's not the kind of person he is and he proved that tonight with the tenderness and care he showed her.

And well, that orgasm wasn't something she was going to complain about one bit.]

[ Yeah, that approach wasn't even a possibility as far as he's concerned. Sex isn't that high of a priority as is, if he's going to do it it's going to be with someone he loves, with as much tender care as possible. ]

I should be thanking you for that. [ He kisses her gently on the back of her head. ]

We can thank each other, [ she murmurs as she feels sleep tugging at the edges of her consciousness. Her eyes flutter shut after a moment as she snuggles back against him.]

Mmmm.... [ she mumbles the next words:] I like the way this feels.

Me too. It feels right.

[ The two of them, falling asleep together. Not the first time this has happened, but it's been an accident more than anything in the past. ]

Mmmyeah. [ Her eyes stay shut now as she hums softly, keeping close but letting herself drift towards slumber.] Night, Jughead.

Night. Betty. [ And whenever morning comes he'll stick around as long as he can, rather than rushing off to serial killers and gang wars and school. They deserve as much. ]

[ And in the morning, she will probably be convinced to make breakfast (and by make, she'll just grab it pre-made from the magic fridge) and they can laze around in bed until her dinner shift at the diner.]

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