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[ She feels her heart skip a beat or two when he gives her that crooked smile, thinking that this is how she likes him best: happy. And it's contagious.

She lets out as happy sort of sigh when he leans in to kiss her, her lips curved into her own smile right up until his meet hers. Returning that kiss, she arches into him, her hands sliding down between them to try and work at getting his pants open at the very least.]

[ He lifts his hips a bit to give her more space to move, impatience swelling back up as she moves to open them. There's a soft moan against her lips before he pulls away just far enough to get the rest of the clothes off him. Eyes dark he turns his attention back to her, hands sliding down her sides to hook in the waistband of her shorts. ]

[ Together, they manage to get each other undressed. With his pants off and her underwear tugged down and off, they are both finally naked. So she shifts and moves, trying to urge him back over her once again, leaning up to kiss him.]

[ They're such a good team. He sinks back down on top of her, meeting that kiss with want and heat spiked from his experiences earlier in the night. He wants to find that again, the feeling of being untouchable, of losing yourself in the pounding heart of a crowd or an action. He presses against her thigh, rolling her hips as he deepens the kiss. ]

[ She runs her fingers enticingly down his back, fingertips sliding along his spine as he presses closer and kisses her heatedly. She senses the urgency in him, feels some herself as she kisses him back.

Her other hand slides into his hair as she starts to roll her hips into his, grinding against him to give them both some much-needed friction.]

[ There's a soft grunt at the way she moves against him - just this little has him seeing stars and he probably should at least try to think clearly, to prepare and play this smart but he doesn't want to. Not tonight. He just wants to feel her, be consumed in that heat that sparks between them without a care for consequences. It's not even possible here, right? A side effect of the nanites. They have nothing to worry about.

Impatience taking hold of him, he hikes one of her legs up against his hip, braces himself against the mattress to grind against her with more enthusiasm. Not making a move to enter just yet, but that's just a matter of time. ]

[ Considering teenage pregnancy seemed to run in her family, Betty should probably be a little more careful, less reckless. For a moment, she gets wrapped up in everything, in the way her heart is racing, in the way it feels for him to pull her leg against his side as he grinds against her.

It's intoxicating, all of it. Her eyes flutter and she shifts against him, moving with him in a now-familiar rhythm. Her voice is shaky and quiet when she whispers his name, half-begging, half-cautious.]

[ Up until this point they've been pretty responsible for a pair of unsupervised teens, but if they're ever going to make bad decisions then tonight's the night for it. He sure can't bring himself to slow down, to play it safe. It'll be fine.

He shifts his position a bit, angling against her and maintaining eye contact as he slowly starts to press inside, giving her ample time to hit the breaks if this is not actually what she wants. ]

[ This is stupid and foolish and she'll definitely regret it in the morning to some extent. But right now, she's a little tied up in the moment and maybe she wants to do something reckless after spending most of her life playing it safe.

It'll be okay here, right? The usual consequences don't apply. Right?

She leans in to kiss him when he aligns their bodies just right, the action is interrupted by a soft gasp from her as she feels him press forward.]

[ He kisses her back hungrily, bracing against the mattress as he falls into a steady rhythm of thrusts. Maybe they're taking a huge risk and maybe the morning will come like a cold shower, but there's also a part of him that isn't so scared about her family's history with teenage pregnancies. It would be bad, so so very bad, but they'd work it out. They've made it through worse things. ]

I love you so much, Betty. [ He mumbles between heavy breaths. ]

[ In so many ways, they are not your typical, reckless teenage couples. They've gone through things that most adult couples haven't, so maybe they're allowed this one moment. So she doesn't stop him, instead kissing him and moving with him.]

I love you, [ she murmurs out, her hands moving to touch him, fingertips sliding over his shoulders and back, one hand sliding back up into his hair as the other settles at his lower back, trying to urge him on.]

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[ He doesn't need much urging on - now that they're in the thick of it, he can allow himself to drown in the energy left over from earlier that night. There's a different feeling in the room tonight, more fire and passion than romance and although they haven't exactly cooled off since they first got together, they've never really gone crazy the way Archie and Veronica did. They're solid, responsible, fueled by love and affection. They don't lose themselves.

Except he is, right now, in her scent and warmth and something primal, muscles tensing and moving without much thought. He goes with it, striking up a fast rhythm, heart pounding like a drum. ]

[ Archie and V were fire, burning bright and hot, they were always the handsy and high-pitched passionate ones. Whereas Betty and Jughead burned eternally, steady and strong. Forever and always were their words, not right here, right now. That didn't mean there wasn't passion, there wasn't heat, it wasn't the desperate type, it was unwavering.

Betty always craved Jughead's presence but it wasn't just in a physical sense.

Tonight, it feels like Jughead is chasing some unknown feeling and Betty wants to keep up, she wants to be there with him, she wants to know it. Like many other girls, she worries she isn't enough at times, that he might want something more than what she gives him and if this is exciting to him, it's exciting to her.

She moves with him, she tucks her face against his neck and lets him pick up the pace. Her fingers curl against his lower back and her breath comes out in heavy pants and soft sounds of pleasure, of exertion. ]

[ If he knew she had thoughts like that, there would be no end to the reassurances. She's more than enough for him, she fills his life in ways he didn't even know was possible and maybe he should say that more often, be more open about just how much she makes him a better person. Without her, he'd be in a much worse place in every way imaginable.

She's right that he's chasing something tonight and hopefully he can bring her into it, get her a taste of the exhileration that comes with godsong. He's reaching his limits though, climax approaching fast, her name falling across his lips in a choked exhale. ]

-Betty..!

[ She may not be able to catch up with him at this point, not when he seems to have had a bit of a head start. But that doesn't matter to her, not in this moment. If he flies over that edge without her, she'd still be feeling her own sort of exhilaration, feeling him move within her, hearing her name on his lips, panted against her skin.

She arches her back enticingly, runs a foot down along the back of his thigh, giving them both better leverage to move with. ] Let go-- [ she encourages him, clinging and feeling heated, dizzy.] Let go, Jug.

[ He can never say no to her, least of all now and within a few thrusts he falls over the edge, buries his face in the crook of his neck as the tensions of that entire evening unravel in him. He shudders, drawing aching breath after aching breath, never wanting to leave this room, this bed, this very spot.

Eventually he comes down from it with a shaky sigh, eases off just a bit so he can get some air and cool off. ]

[ It's strange how she can almost feel every ounce of tension spring forward in that moment, like something within him snapped. She holds him through it, moves how she needs to, holds him closer and runs her mouth along his temple and forehead as he rides it all out.

Once he pulls back, she lets out her own sigh, smiling to herself, her own breathing uneven but contentedly so.]

[ He smiles at her, leans down to plant a soft trail of kisses down her neck before moving off her. He stays close though, nuzzling against her and sliding a hand down her side. ]

Hey.

[ Her smile is something between coy and shy, lips curved just ever so slightly.]

Hey, [ she lets out another soft sigh before catches his hand so she can entwine her fingers with his.]

[ He lets her catch his hand, giving hers a little squeeze in return. Exhaustion is starting to take hold - it's kind of a miracle that he didn't crash before even coming to her room - but he's making an effort to not be That Guy. ]

You're incredible. Do you know that?

[ She wants to ask him more about the concert, she wants to see if he's calmed down enough to articulate more what it was all about. But she can sense him fading fast and honestly, she's tired herself, having been woken up in the middle of the night.]

I don't know about incredible but... [ she brings his hand to her lips for a kiss.] Thank you for thinking so.

I'm just telling the truth.

[ And maybe he's a little biased but honestly who cares. He nuzzles in against her. ]

I'm glad you think so--[ a yawn interrupts whatever else she might have said and she looks sheepish.] I want to ask you a hundred more questions about the concert but I'm not sure I'll make it past two.

I'll tell you all about it in the morning. [ He places a soft kiss on her forehead. ] Get some sleep.

Mmmkay, [ she says softly, nuzzling his cheek for a moment before she moves to settle down against the bed.] I'm glad you came.