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[ She grins at him, nodding.] Yeah, we can go to the moon. I have been to the moon. You should see the dress I wore to the party there. [ She pauses.] It was basically Adam's brainchild.

[ Ah, Adam. Of course Adam. He tries not to show the sting of lingering jealousy - over nothing, really, and he knows it but that doesn't make it any easier to get over. ]

I would've liked to see that. [ The homecoming dance wasn't so great. They have a lot to catch up on here. ]

[ She dances around mentioning Adam as much as she can because their meeting hadn't gone exactly smoothly. And well, Jughead had a good reason to feel unhappy about the situation. She glances at him before continuing.]

We could go together sometime.

[ Could've gone worse but yeah, out of all the Raven boys he's met so far, talking to Adam was the most awkward. ]

Have a picnic date on the moon? [ He jokes but honestly, he could be down with that idea. ]

We can't go outside exactly but yes, we could definitely go on a date on the moon:

I'm starting to like this place. [ He smiles, before turning his attention to what little's left of his food. ] This was really good, Betty. Seriously.

[ She eats her fill too, smiling when he compliments her.] I'm glad it all turned out okay. [ She moves to stack their dishes and such, she'll worry about cleaning it up later. Standing, she turns towards the TV which is across from her bed and the couch.] So... What do you want to watch? [ And where? ]

[ He gets up from the couch, lingering while she stacks the dishes. ]

Depends on what they got, I guess... and how cliché we want to be. [ He could actually go for a cheesy rom-com in bed - of course bed, and of course he's staying the night. ]

It's got everything, [ of course, because if a house with magical bookcases has every book, it's got every movie or tv show on the streaming too.

Still, she feels butterflies going wild in her stomach because she has a good feeling of where they're going to be watching the movie. She fiddles with the dishes a little more before she stands and faces him, smoothing out the skirt of her dress nervously.]

So anything you want...

[ Sometimes he forgets that life can be like this and not devoured by gang wars and serial killers. Sometimes he forgets that they haven't been together that long, that the seriousness of their lives isn't necessarily a part of their relationship - they're teens in love and here they can act like it. ]

That just makes it even harder to choose. [ He steps in a little closer, taking her hands in his. ] Surprise me.

[ He can be picky and niche about movies any other day of the year. ]

[ After being forced into so many situations that not even adults have to deal with, Betty struggles with those normal teenage insecurities and nerves. She's standing in front of the boy she loves, alone with a bed mere feet away. It's not the first time they've been alone, hell, it wouldn't be the first time they've been in a bed together but she feels her nerves going haywire because this all feels different.

He takes her hands and she feels the nerves start to settle, her gaze meeting his. ] Okay, [ She nods, glancing at the TV.] TV, play... [ She pauses before she speaks.] Grosse Point Blank. [ Which is a dark romantic comedy, so... that works on many levels??? ]

[ He smiles - good choice - before making a start for the bed, her hand still in his. Even though they've spent the night together a few times now, both on purpose and by accident, there's always been the presence of parents around to keep them in check. There are no parents here and even if nothing out of the ordinary happens tonight, even if they end up falling asleep fully dressed on top of the covers, everything about this is different. ]

[ There are no curfews, there are no Alice Coopers or interrupting Serpents to worry about. It's just the two of them in her room for the rest of the night, wherever it might take them. She doesn't feel pressured either way, even if she feels those butterflies return as he guides her towards the bed.

Once they reach it, she steps out of her shoes and then moves to sit on the bed, scooting back until she hits the pillows and trusts he'll follow suit.]

[ He does follow her lead, kicking off his shoes and crawling up next to her, slipping an arm around her shoulders as they make themselves comfortable. There's been a strum of panic in him since he arrived - probably long before he arrived - that now settles, fades out. They need this. ]

This is nice.

[ She instinctively turns her body towards his, tucking herself against his side as his arm wrap arounds her and the movie begins. She smiles up at him when he speaks, ] Yeah, it is. I don't we've actually ever had a real date before.

[ He actually has to think about that - have they been on a real date before? In all this time? Just once? ]

We went to the Bijou on my birthday, I suppose that counts. [ Only then things went south. ] And the homecoming dance? [ Until things went south. ] I don't think we've ever finished a date.

I ruined both of those, [ she adds with a slight frown, glancing away from him. However, her next words are an attempt at being light-hearted:] I promise I'll try not to do the same with this one.

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[ He's not going to argue - she had the heart in the right place and technically Sheriff Keller ruined homecoming. Discussing it now is only going to sour the evening, he feels. ]

I don't even know how you'd be able to do that even if you tried. [ Unless the House of Hunks drop in for a visit. ]

I mean, I could try but I'd rather not, [ she smiles softly, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.]

Good. [ What's this corner of his mouth business? That won't do. He turns his head to kiss her properly. ]

[ Oh, okay, full on kissing is very good with her. She moves to return that kiss, shifting just a little to be better aligned with his lips.]

[ I mean, they weren't really paying attention to the movie as is. Alone, in her room, on Valentine's day? Make outs were inevitable and honestly, he has no desire to wait on that. He deepens the kiss, one hand on her shoulder. ]

[ He deepens the kiss and she makes the next move, swinging her leg over his lap and moving to straddle it. One hand finds his face to hold, drawing him up a little more so that he's pressed closer to her, her other hand slips down to tug at and adjust her dress to make herself more comfortable.

But yes, more kissing. She definitely gives him a lot more kisses.]

[ Oh God that's a good move. Freedom buzzing in his veins, Jughead moves his hands down along her back, settling on her hips. There's so much he'd like to do right now, but they also have all the time in the world and honestly, despite that heated moment the last time he was in her room he's not sure they're actually fully at that point yet. ]

[ She lets her hands find his shoulders soon after, letting his hands roam, urging her to arch into him a little more. He seems intent on keeping things slow when she feels the urge to go faster, to do more. To cement things. And the last thing she wants right now is for him to stop what they are doing.]