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[ 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.]

Edited 2018-02-19 20:56 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

[ She nods, reaching to take the bottle from him. It can't be much different than touching him, after all. And well, she'd be grateful for it here in a little while, if everything she'd read about first times was true. Her brow furrows as she gets the bottle open and squirts some on her hand. She can't help the face she makes, half-amused, half-intrigued at the way it feels in her fingers. ]

Okay, [ she murmurs as she reaches down to gently run her slick fingers over the condom, her head tilting up to kiss him and distract them both from how awkward this was. Or well, at least distract her, she didn't think he'd mind being touched again, given his previous reaction.

After a moment, she adds more to her fingers and shifts beneath him, grateful for the cover that the blanket provides as she arches her hips a little and well, touches herself, biting her lip and closing her eyes as she does. ]

[ No, he definitely doesn't mind her touching him. It probably doesn't hurt to top him off a bit, between the nerves and not getting any stimulation for a little bit he was running a low risk of faltering, but that quickly stops being an issue.

He breathes out slowly at the odd sensation of being touched-but-not-touched through the condom, heart pounding with anticipation at how closely they're inching towards their goal. He can practically feel it skip a beat when he realises what she's doing, has to restrain himself from saying something stupid about how beautiful she is in this moment, instead leaning in to kiss her face, shoulder, neck - whatever he can reach where he's not in the way. ]

[ They are almost there. Almost there. And when he starts to kiss her, she wraps her free hand around his neck, dragging him in for a lingering kiss, the hand touching herself moving away finally. She draws out the kiss for a moment later before she barely moves half-an-inch away from his lips, wanting to stay close for just another moment.]

Okay, [ she nods, letting her hand slide down to his shoulder as the other slips beneath the pillow behind her head, curling against the fabric of the pillowcase.]

Okay.

[ He swallows, shifts his position so he can get a hand down between them and steady himself. He moves carefully, bottom lip pinched between his teeth in concentration as he carefully nudges, presses, inches his way in with shallow thrusts. Slow and steady, he doesn't want to hurt her even though he'll always worry that he already has. ]

[ At first, it's nothing. Or well, it's not nothing but it doesn't hurt like everyone's warned her about. She feels overstretched and warm but it's...

Oh.

A soft, involuntary sound of protest escapes her lips a moment later when she feels the uncomfortable sort of pressure. Her face moves to bury itself against his jaw, her hand clutches at his shoulder and her voice is tight with emotion. Because while it doesn't feel great, it's nowhere close to unbearable.] Keep going.

[ He wants to protest but she's made it pretty clear in the past how she feels about him making decisions about her safety for her, so if she wants him to keep going he will, for now. Breath caught in his throat, he shifts his position a little bit and tries again, slow and steady. It feels pretty good, even if those nerves haven't calmed down much. ]

[ Her eyes clench shut for a moment longer, just as she moves to kiss him, wanting to distract herself from how uncomfortable it is. Her fingers drag down his back and then slide back up again, concentrating on breathing and letting herself feel better.]

I'm fine.

Are you sure? We could stop. [ In fact, he'll slow to a halt, ready to move off her at the first sign that she wants him to. ]

Juggy, [ she reaches up to cradle his face in her hands, shaking her head. ] No. Please don't. I want this. [ She presses of a series of kisses to his face ] I I promise I'm going to be okay. I'm going to get used to it.

Okay. [ He releases some of that tension in a soft sigh, trying to relax and go with it, resuming a steady rhythm of gentle thrusts. His attention is still fully on her, even as he bows his head to kiss her neck. ]

[ And her words turn out to be true, it takes a few moments but eventually, his movements become less painful and start to feel... better. She sighs her own sigh of relief when it does, although a moment later she lets out a soft moan against his ear when his mouth finds a sensitive patch of skin at her neck, distracting her further.

One hand moves to bury itself in the hair at the base of his neck as the other moves to his side, over his lower back, her legs parting further, giving him more room to move.] Jug, that feels good.

Yeah? [ That's a relief to hear, honestly. It allows him to get into it, to take advantage of how he feels like maybe he's starting to get the hang of this. He gains some confidence in the movements, spurred on by the hand on his back. ]

Like this?

Yeah, [ she pants out softly, her eyes fluttering as she arches a little into him, trying to encourage him further. Now that it wasn't painful, she wanted him to feel good, to gain the confidence he deserves to have. And given the way he starts to move, less tentatively, with more purpose, she thinks her words help.

So she talks more, smiling against his ear, breathing heavily as her fingers curling at his lower back for a moment.] Yeah, like that.

[ He's finding out more and more that he enjoys when she tells him what to do in this context. It's true that he's not the most confident guy when it comes to relationships or sex, but so far he hasn't let that stop him. It's easier in the heat of the moment, but maybe they can build something on this too.

Grunting softly, Jughead focuses on the movement, on keeping the rhythm of fluid thrusts going for as long as he's able. He's young and inexperienced, so that may not be that long if he's honest. ]

[ Perhaps unlike most girls her own age, Betty isn't shy about praising him. And well, as things progress between them physically, she probably won't have any issues with directing him in what to do to make her feel good.

But for now, it's about getting through this, to enjoying as much as she can because she knows he may not last long, not when it's his first time too. His hips find their rhythm and she finds herself moving with him despite the ache that it provides, she lets out another moan at a particularly good thrust, her nails bite gently at the skin of his back, her other hand moves to grip his arm.

And she turns her head to kiss his temple, letting gentle words of affirmation (a series of things like "yeah, like that" or "ah, god, Jughead".) ]

[ It doesn't take long before he's wrapped up in the moment, the movement, her voice and breath against his ear. He picks up the pace, lets himself get swept away without much thought - this is their first time, it's not going to be perfect, there'll be plenty of more times to work on it.

It doesn't take too long before he reaches his limit, her name spilling over his lips as he hits climax with a shudder. ]

[ It may not be perfect by someone else's standards but it is by hers. She may not have come herself, however, she feels triumphant as she feels his body tense above hers, when it's her name that he breathes out as he comes undone.

It's a triumph that they got here, it's a victory to her that nothing went wrong, that she managed to feel good in the end instead of it being an entirely painful experience. The scary, awkward part was over now and they had time to learn each other better, to do this again.

She holds him close, a soft sound escaping her lips as he shudders and her fingers curl against his skin and tangle into his hair.]

[ It's an entirely overwhelming experience and for a moment he's just swimming in it, heart beating so hard in his chest it makes him feel a bit loopy. Eventually he comes down from the orgasmic high, breath steadying and his wits returning. ]

I love you. [ He presses a handful of kisses to her neck and face before carefully shifting off her - he paid attention in sex ed class and it's never a good idea to stay inside once the deed is done. ] I love you so much. Are you okay?

[ She'd paid attention too but that didn't make him pulling out and away from her any less enjoyable. The steady weight of him, the warmth of his breath sweeping across her cheek as he came down are things she finds she treasures.

Her eyes flutter and she smiles breathlessly at him, nodding at his question.] Yeah, [ she hums, a little sore but feeling elated.] Yeah, I am. [ She shifts a little, turning her head to look at him.] I love you too.