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[ He raises a brow at that - good to know but also yes, teen pregnancies run in her family and he's pretty sure his dad would kill him from across dimensions if he got her knocked up. He's also not too trusting with what people say about the nanites, especially not with something this important. Condoms are good. ]

Better safe than sorry. [ He smiles, heart thrumming in his chest as he leans back in to kiss her. ]

[ She isn't sure if that particular rumor was true and she wasn't about to risk it. She's honestly relieved when he kisses her again, nodding against his lips before her arms wrap around his neck, urging him closer than before.

She breaks the kiss a little ]

[ He wraps his arms around her as they kiss, hands moving over her back again, searching for a zipper or something. Now that they've come to some sort of decision he feels a different type of nervousness twist in his stomach, making his nerves buzz with excitement. It is a big step, one he takes very seriously. ]

[ His hands wander and she knows where they're going, eventually. There's a zipper at her back and as she breaks the kiss, she moves to tilt his head so that her mouth can wander along his jaw and neck, working to distract him from his task even if she wants him to do it.]

[ It's very effective - he tilts his head to encourage more of that, fumbling with the zipper and eventually getting it open. It's a good thing they've messed around a bit before, he's got a decent handle on things up to a certain point so even with her distraction techniques, he can get the job done. With the zipper open he moves his hands over her bare back, brushing the straps off her shoulders. ]

[ She feels the fabric around her torso loosen and she feels even more breathless than she did before. Her eyes flutter and her mouth sucks gently at the spot just beneath his ear as he slips the straps of her dress down her shoulders.

Her arms move to pull through the thin straps, her dress loosening to expose the strapless bra she's wearing. She pulls back then, to look at him, breathing a little labored.]

You want this, right?

Yes. [ He looks at her, eyes dark and wanting, hands still on her back. ] I want you. I trust you.

[ He leans in to kiss her neck, trailing down towards her collarbone. ]

[ Okay, there's no question in his words and he repeats the words she'd said right back to her. Her eyes flutter shut as his mouth wanders down her neck and her head falls back for a moment as she savors the sensation. It's a familiar one but this time, this time it's even hotter. After a moment, she moves to pull down her dress further, exposing more of her skin to him. ]

[ He continues to kiss her neck and shoulder, hoping that's distracting enough so she won't notice him fumbling with her bra clasp. With it undone, he holds on to her tightly so he can roll her over onto her back and get that dress off all the way. ]

[ She lets out a breathless bout of laughter when he suddenly rolls them, her mouth seeking out his for a happy kiss. Her bra is loose enough that when he does roll them, it becomes dislodged, sliding partially off her chest and baring more skin to him than she's ever showed any guy.

The nervous jitters return as she becomes cognizant of this, kissing him to distraction as one hand moves to pull at the oppressive fabric and tossing it off the bed. It leaves her chest completely bare and she arches to press herself closer for a moment. Her hands move over his back, trying to pull at the fabric there to get them a little more even, trying not feel self-conscious about this, hoping that he will like what he sees when he can see it. ]

[ She does well to distract him, which is probably a good thing right now. He kisses her happily, pulling back only so he can pull off his flannel shirt and tee, tossing them to the floor with little care. This is the first time both of them have been completely topless in bed and he has to pause for just a moment to catch his breath - too hot, and getting hotter. He leans back in to kiss her, one hand moving up her side to gently - nervously - cup a breast. ]

[ The next few movements are a bit frantic on both of their parts, a tangle of limbs while they both work on getting his shirts off then it's back to kissing. Her breathing studders against his lips when his hand finally slides up her body to touch her, a warm hand resting over her chest. Another first for her.

Her eyes flutter and she arches encouragingly into the touch, one hand moving to touch his face, finding this all a little surreal. But in the best way. She hums softly into the kiss now, her free hand moving to slide down along his spine and back up again, every movement she makes is meant to encourage him and to keep her own nerves in check. ]

[ The idea here is to keep going, slow and steady but definitely keep going because if he slows down too much he might start to really think about this and that way lies nerves and anxiety. The last thing he wants tonight is an interruption, now that they're finally away from everyone else who might distract.

The touch of her hand down his back sends a pleasurable shudder through his body, leaving in a soft sigh against her lips. He does trust her, trusts that what they have is stronger than all the white noise, that they're good and ready for this even if it'll be awkward and fumbling. ]

I love you.

[ There's no rush here, there's nothing to prove. And most of all, there's nothing keeping them apart. For now. They don't have to be Romeo and Juliet anymore, they can just be Jughead and Betty. He's doing a good job of making her feel comfortable, his words spoken out against her lips make her smile. ]

I love you, Jughead Jones. [ Her hands move now, fingers sliding back down his spine once again, hoping to get one more shudder from him before they find the waistband of his pants. Her fingers dance along the edges until they've circled to his front, working to unfasten them.]

[ She does get another shiver out of him, which to be fair isn't that difficult considering how stimulated he feels right about now. He draws a breath when her fingers find the front of his jeans - this is new. They've had some pretty heavy make outs and he's been in various states of undress around here before, but nothing with this much intent. It makes him nervous and excited all at once, nerves humming with anticipation. ]

[ For all that she is nervous, it's actually not that hard to get his jeans open and unfastened. It's just once she gets that done, her brain sort of stutters. Okay, yes, the two of them both being completely topless is farther than they've ever gone before but she's about to take a much bigger step.

Her eyes open to look at him then, just briefly, her breathing labored. ] Okay, [ she says it aloud without really meaning to, a smile curving her lips.

She's got this.

There's a swell of confidence that strikes her and she moves to push at his jeans, trying to get them lower on his hips before she speaks again.] Off. [ One hand moves to push at her dress which has just been pooled at her waist right now.] And this too.

[ He furrows his brows a bit at that contextless okay and then she's pushing at his jeans, which erases any other stray thought he might've had. He can practically see the confidence rise in her and honestly, it's a bit of a turn-on. Betty's always been good at taking action and right now he's grateful for it, rolling off her for a moment so he can get his jeans off. If she hasn't already gotten the dress out of the way, that'll be his next target. ]

[ By the time he's got his jeans kicked off, she's managed to shimmy the dress down her body. He doesn't need to do all of the work, after all. And despite feeling very exposed, left in nothing but the lacy underwear that perfectly matched her now-discard bra, she doesn't make a cover herself or move to hide under the blankets yet.

And maybe that's a clear indicator of how much she trusts him, how she understands that he thinks she's beautiful even when sometimes she struggles to know she is.]

[ If there was ever any doubt about how beautiful he thinks she is, the way he looks at her now should chase those doubts away. Laboured breath, wide eyes, a gentle tremble in his hands as he scootches closer to run one of them down her side, leans in to kiss her again. ]

[ The way he looks at her is a little overwhelming but in the best way, she feels heat run through her veins and she looks at him too, smiles at the way he looks. She rolls a little more onto her side in order to get closer to him, pulling him in with a hand at the back of his head, fingers curling against his scalp.

She whispers his name lovingly against his lips before she shifts a little more, trying to urge him back onto his back.]

[ He curls an arm around her back when she shifts closer, holding it there for support as they roll over. Getting her weight on top of him again feels better than it has any right to be and he can't help but roll his hips up against her with a soft noise. ]

[ There's a flurry of things she's feeling, nerves and desire and love and want. She's dizzy with it as she settles above him, feeling her heart skip a few beats in her chest and her breathing catch in her lungs. She makes her move after he grinds his hips against hers a little, moving to slip one hand between their bodies as she balances herself with the other.

Her hand finds his boxers and she opens her eyes to look at him, breaking the kiss for a moment so she can concentrate as her fingers slip beneath the waistband of the last remaining fabric on his body. She fumbles her way through it, a little until she finds what she's seeking out, the sensation of feeling the evidence of his arousal entirely foreign to her as fingertips slide along sensitive skin. ]

[ His stomach is flip-flopping with excitement and anxiety as her hand makes its way down between them, the feeling intensifying with every inch she moves and then she's touching him and oh God oh God. He draws a breath, eyes sliding partially closed and fingers curling against her skin. Ah, shit. ]

Betty...

[ She stops when he says her name, when his fingers curl against her skin. For a moment, the well-won confidence seems to dim and she looks at him, a little worried, hopeful that she isn't doing something he doesn't want her to do. ] Is this alright? It feels okay?

Yeah. Yes. [ He has to stop and clear his throat, it's so raspy. Smiling gently he moves a hand up to stroke along her neck. ] It's good.