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[ 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.

Okay, [ she breathes the word out, smiling a little before she leans down to kiss him, her hand becoming bolder. Arching her hips a little more off the bed, her hand leaves him briefly so she can tug at his boxers a little, pulling them down enough that she doesn't have to battle with fabric to touch him.

She doesn't look down yet, she simply kisses him and works blind. Once she's able, her hand returns to him, her thumb sliding experimentally along the underside of his arousal. Her voice is a soft, ragged whisper against his lips.] Good. [ She kisses him softly again before speaking softly, a teasing smile curving her lips--] What should we do now?

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[ In a way he appreciates the gentle touches. They're light enough to keep him from getting too wound up too quickly, but on the other hand they're also kind of driving him crazy here. She's toying with him and he knows it, a soft groan of frustration spilling past his lips. ]

Hn, Betty... [ She's not the only one with her hands free. He slides his down over her back, settling in at her hips, thumbs hooking under the edge of those lacy underwear. ]

[ Maybe she shouldn't get as much satisfaction from that frustrated groan as she does but she can't help it. It's a bit of an ego boost to know that what she is doing is the reason for that sound, is the reason he croaks out her name like he does.

He doesn't answer her question with any other words, he simply lets his hands wander. Her eyes flutter a little when they move lower, a shaky sigh escaping her lips. Her fingers stop for a moment before they curl around him, feeling emboldened by his own movements.]

Are you ready? [ Is that what he's trying to say? ]

Yes. I mean, I could wait... [ But she doesn't have to wait for him, if that's what she's asking. He's not in any rush but also the amount of time he feels he needs to approach the main event, as it was, is shrinking rapidly.

Lips brushing against hers in not-quite-a-kiss, he continues to slide her underwear down. ]

[ He's shimmying her underwear downward and there's only so far it can go before she has to move and then things get really, really. She nods at his words, smiles against his lips and pulls back, gently withdrawing her touch. She climbs off of him then, the butterflies in her stomach suddenly going insane as she leans over to the nightstand to pull out the condoms she'd procured but also a bottle of lubricant.

Betty's done her research, obviously.

Breathing feels harder to do suddenly as she glances at him and finally sees him there, almost completely naked, hard and ready to go. Heat rises in her cheeks and she offers him the condoms and lube.] I thought it might help.

[ It's then that she finally opts to get underneath the bedspread, tugging down the fabric and getting beneath it, knowing he'd join her as she got her panties the rest of the way off, kicking them towards the foot of the bed.]

[ Oh boy. As ready as he was, things are getting very real all of a sudden, like when you're at the top of a rollercoaster and realise how high up you actually are and how there's really no going back now - not that he'd want to. It's thrilling and scary, especially when she looks at him like that. ]

Good thinking. [ His voice feels so tight and he's somewhat grateful for the respite - her getting under the covers while he strips down the rest of the way and fiddles with the condom. Luckily it's not his first time getting one on, there may have been some experimenting in privacy and good thing too or this would be even more awkward. Prepped and ready, he joins her under the covers, lube within easy reach. ]

[ She may not know that Jughead had done some practicing before this but she does know that she's grateful that nothing seems to go wrong with it , with him putting it on, like she's seen in teen comedies or tv. Condoms always seemed to be a teenage boy's foe.

But here they finally are, beneath the covers, naked and about to have sex.

Desperately trying not to be nervous, to show that she is, she moves closer to him, rolling on her side to face him. ] I love you, no matter what.

[ They've been serious for awhile now and after that moment in the trailer he figured it was only a matter of time. You do your research, you practice what you can so when the time comes, you don't make a complete fool of yourself. Of course, that reassurance makes him wonder if he's about to do that anyway. ]

I love you too. [ He slides an arm around her back, hand between her shoulder blades, holding her close. ] ...are you sure about this? Is this okay?

[ She meant her words in a broader sense. She meant them in that she will love him no matter what happens. In any situation, she's going to love him. ]

Yes, [ she breathes out with a smile.] Jug, I want this. I want you. All of you.

[ Any other moment and he would probably have picked up on that. No point in dwelling on it when they have so many other things they could be doing - hearing her give consent again floods him with warmth and affection. He closes the distance between them, kissing her hungrily and making a start to roll her over onto her back. ]

[ She takes his direction for now, eager to get back into the moment, to get lost in kissing him again. Shifting, she moves to lay back against the pillows, one hand moving to stay at his shoulder, the other moves to slide down his back, helping him to settle between her thighs.

She walks the line between scared and excited, but she knows the first time isn't always the best experience but most of all, she knows that Jughead won't do anything to hurt her, that he will take it as easy and slow as she needs him to because he's Jughead Jones, the wonderful, gentle-hearted boy who loves her.]

[ He settles in with care, propping himself up between her legs, leaving some space between them so he can move a hand down her body. Slow and steady, so they have the best chance at getting this right. Staying close, he moves his hand lower with some caution, heart hammering so hard in his chest when he finally slides his fingers down between her legs. ]

[ She takes in a shaky, pleased breath when he touches her, her eyes falling shut as she shifts beneath him, legs parting to give him more room to move. This is the first time a hand, other than her own, has touched her there and it feels strange but not unwelcome.

The hand at his back finds his face instead, drawing his mouth closer to her own.]

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[ He kisses her softly, if a little clumsily, his hand moving in a gentle rhythm and he's at least making an attempt to pay attention to any kind of reaction she might have. He wants to do good at this, of course, but even more so he wants to avoid hurting her in any way. ]

Is this okay?

Mmmyeah, [ she murmurs it against his lips, pulling back to give him his concentration. But even then, she moves to guide him, one hand reaching down to help guide his fingers to where it will make her feel best. And when he touches her just right, she draws in a sharp breath, her hand leaving his to return to his back.]

Right there.

[ He swallows, kind of blown away by what's going on here, like it's an out of body experience - very much present in the moment while simultaneously having a hard time believing it's actually happening. He continues to touch her, finding a good rhythm. ]

Let me know when...

[ Betty isn't sure when is when (oh, there will be a time she does) but for now, she kisses him a few more times, moves with his touches with gentle rocks of her hips. She feels excited, she feels heat pooling in all the right places and she thinks maybe she's ready. Ready as she can be.

She nods, feeling like her heart might beat right out of her chest right about now.] When.

Okay. [ He pulls away, reaching for the lube and then realising that for this to work he needs at least one more arm free, unless he wants to sit back on his heels while he's slicking up and that's way too much of a show than he's comfortable with at this stage. He makes a noise of amusement at how much more complicated this is than the movies let on, and then turn to her. ]

Could you...? [ Help. ]