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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.

[ He won''t go far, just enough so he can dispose of the condom as discreetly as possible before snuggling back up to her. Everything is good right now. Every single thing. ]

For being our first Valentine's Day, I'd say we did pretty okay.

[ With the condom in the wastebasket close to her bed and forgotten, she's happy to cuddle up next to him. She tucks herself against him, draping her arm over his torso.]

Yeah, [ she says with a soft laugh, her eyes closing for a moment.] Do you feel any different?

I don't know. [ He sighs softly, content staying here for possibly the rest of his life. It's such a momentous occasion and he's more than happy that they finally got to this point, but her question brings him pause. ]

Maybe a little? Do you?

[ She glances down at herself as if she might see something different. But she doesn't. She feels the same, a little sore but the same as before. Smiling quietly to herself, she shakes her head.] I don't think so.

[ She shifts then, moving to prop herself up a little more so she can lean over him and kiss him because... well, it feels like it's been too long.]

[ This persistent idea that losing your virginity is a big, earth-shattering deal and then when you do it it's really not that is always going to surprise some teens, huh? He's not a fan of manufacturing emotion so in the end he just shrugs it off, happy to kiss her again. He brushes a hand back through her hair, breaking the kiss a little shyly after a moment. ]

You know... if you want me to do anything..? [ He's pretty sure she didn't finish and that seems unfair. ]

[ Betty's always been pretty realistic. She knew that it wouldn't be followed up by some kind of chorus of angels or that she'd feel instantly like an adult. But it's kind of nice to know that nothing's changed, in a positive way. She still loves him, maybe a bit more than she did before if only because he's the only one she's ever done this with, the first. And as cliche as it might be, she knows that she's never going to regret that.

When the kiss breaks, she glances down at him, her free hand moving touch his cheek, her lips curving. He's so completely appealing when he's shy, when he's vulnerable in a way she only gets to see. She smiles down at him, utterly smitten, ]

What did you have in mind, Mr. Jones?

[ It's true that he has a whole spectrum of emotions reserved for her eyes only. She's found so much more in him than the broody, sardonic weirdo who takes to anger more than anything and he'll be forever grateful for that. Heat rises in his cheeks, a soft blush that has exactly zero things to do with shame. ]

Depends on what you'll let me do, but I have a couple of ideas. [ He knows things, vaguely, and compared to other less pleasurable things he's found himself capable of, making his girlfriend feel good seems downright easy. ]

[ He's not the only one who's laid themselves bare. He knows the darkest parts of her, he's seen her scars, both external and internal. And he loves her all the same, the pedestal he puts her on isn't as lofty as the one Archie puts her on or the one her parents force her upon. She can be who she is with him.

Which is why it's easy to play it flirty with him now, to smile coyly at him and understand that whatever he wants to do to her, she can give him direction, if he needs it.

She nuzzles his lips with her own, still smiling:] You've had some pretty good ideas in the past so... [ Her eyes meet with his.] I trust you, remember?

I remember. [ He smiles, stealing a kiss and maybe this is the change people talk about because he does feel more confident about this than he did an hour ago. Maybe the freedom of knowing it's not as big a deal as some people paint it out to be is the real difference. ]

On your back, then.