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[ He smiles back up at her, full of love and adoration. Consent fully confirmed Jughead gets to work, descending on her with gentle care, making a few initial experimental swipes with his tongue. ]

[ At first, like most of this experience, the sensations are almost too foreign to enjoy. Betty is a healthy teenage girl, she's done her own exploring but this is definitely the first time someone has had their mouth between her thighs.

She knows the mechanics of it, she thinks, but right now, she's getting used to the fact that her boyfriend is going down on her and the jitters she feels due to that are getting in the way of her focusing on how it can be pleasurable. For now, her fingers curl in his hair and she gives him an encouraging hum when he just goes for it.

She wants to ask for more but she's going to give him a minute because, well, it has to be a little overwhelming and daunting, it's her body and she doesn't even know works for her half of the time.]

[ It's something alright. He finds himself in a bit of a daze, allowing emotion and instinct to guide him because if he thinks about this too much he's going to mess something up. Growing a bit more bold, he moves with more purpose, experimenting with pressure and where he's supposed to put his mouth to get the best response out of her. ]

[ After a few moments, the novelty gives way to inklings of pleasure. Every so often, he hits a spot that sends a jolt through her and she lets him know it with a soft or the tightening of her fingers.

And when he does find a particular spot or rhythm that works, she tells him breathlessly.] There... right there... like that... yeah.

[ He's nothing if not attentive and all these little signals help him immensely to hone in on what she likes. Of course, nothing is as good as verbal cues - he follows them obediently, working on her with increased determination. ]

[ He's a quick learner and it doesn't take long for her to get completely over the awkwardness and fall straight into pleasure. He may notice it in the way she pants his name in between breathless affirmations. Or maybe he'll notice the subtle shifts of her body as she tries not to rock her hips, her fingers curling in his hair, the other hand alternating between tangling in the sheets beneath her or grabbing at the pillow beneath her head. Or maybe it's obvious in the way her body reacts, her skin flushing and the way she gets wetter.

But yeah, she's feeling good.]

[ It's intoxicating to get this kind of response out of her and while they've been intimate before, emotionally and now physically, this is on a whole different level. Every gasp and moan, every tug at his hair makes his nerves tingle with a sense of accomplishment.

Continuing the movements, he slips an arm under her leg, reaching for her hand. ]

[ He should feel quite accomplished, it doesn't take long for her to go from feeling awkward to having to keep her hips in check so she doesn't break his nose while he's down there.

His hand seeks out hers and when it finds it, her fingers tangle with his, her leg delicately draping over his shoulder. Her breath hitches and she feels something big coming, she feels that familiar swell of pleasure, that wave that threatens to pull you under.

She moans his name in warning (or maybe it's encouragement), her back bowing as she feels herself teetering on the edge.]

[ Please, no broken noses. He's not sure if explaining how that happened would be the best or the worst, but he's leaning towards the latter.

And of course he won't stop, not when he feels her tense like this. If anything he doubles his efforts, eyes closed and brows furrowed in concentration. ]

[ His hard work and persistence are rewarded a few moments later when her whole body goes tense, like a bow being drawn back as far as it can go. And when it's released, she moans low, shivering and shuddering. Her fingers tighten in his and in his hair as she falls over that edge, as she's swept away by her climax, his name a quiet whine on her lips.

All without breaking any noses. Sorry Jughead, you'll have to brag about satisfying your lady the normal way.]

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[ Yeah, he's probably going to keep this between the two of them. No one needs to know what they get up to in their alone time, even less now that there are no worried parents to report back to.

He remains where she is, letting her ride out her climax before easing off, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better look at her. His hair is more messed up than usual and he's flushed beyond belief, but oh so very happy. ]

[There are fireworks and heat and tingles and all those cliche things that people talk about. It's not her first orgasm but it's definitely the best one she's ever had, if only because Jughead is the reason for it. And yes, she might still be a bit sore from before but the mixture of the pleasure and pain was actually... intoxicating.

When she starts to come down from it all, she lets out a fluttery sort of laughter. Her eyes finally slip open so she can look down at him, her breathing still uneven. However, she's probably glowing in the figurative sense, a smile curving her lips.]

Okay, Jug, that... [ she lets out another nervous sort of laugh, hand moving from his hair to his shoulder in an attempt to tug him back up with her.] That was so good.

Yeah? [ She doesn't have to ask him twice - he scootches back up, flopping down next to her with a happy sigh. This is probably the best day of his life, for many reasons. Maybe leaving Riverdale really was all they needed to get their lives together. ]

So, not disappointed?

What? [ She turns over onto her side, reaching out to touch his face with one hand. She's breathless still as she speaks, leaning in to press a few kisses to his lips and cheeks.] Jughead, no. Of course, not. It was amazing. This was all amazing.

[ He kisses her back, seemingly unable to stop smiling. ] Good, because you're amazing. [ So that matches up. ]

We should do this more. I mean... not that- [ but also that ] -but just hang out, watch a movie. We have a lot of catching up to do.

Oh, so you don't want to do that more? [ She teases him softly, glancing over to see the movie was almost halfway over. She nuzzles his nose with her own, smiling with him.]

I think we should do that and just hang out, alone for once, more.

Hey, I just don't want you to think I've got a one-track mind now. [ And why would she? He's not exactly as sex fixated as other guys in high school. ]

I like the thought of this. And... even if I don't want to move in here, I want to sleep over. A lot.

Jughead Jones, no one could ever accuse that beautiful mind of yours of being one-tracked. [ Her hand smooths over his temple and then over the back of his head, attempting to tame his hair a little but really just making it messier, which she likes.

His words make her smile, cheeks flushing. She inches closer to him, her voice soft and loving.] You're welcome here anytime you want. [ Her smile is demure as she looks down at his lips. He may not want to live with her but that's okay, she wants him to know that this place can be like a home to him too. And there are no parents to stop this little domestic dream from happening.] I like the thought of waking up next to you.

[ There's no taming this hair. He drapes an arm over her back, holding her close, content to stay just like this until they eventually fall asleep. As for moving in, it's not really about her at all but entirely about the rest of the house - he's not jealous, not really, but they have their own thing going and he'd rather not be dragged into the drama if he can help it. They've had enough of that. ]

Me too. [ He smiles, plants a soft kiss on her forehead. ] I'd invite you back to my place but, y'know... housemates.

[ That he hasn't met because he really only ever sleeps and showers in that house. Good social skills, Jones. ]

[ It's probably for the best that two teenagers don't move in together. It's a pretty adult thing to do for two people who aren't even out of high school yet. She's not hurt by it, she understands. ]

Well, and I don't think you have a magic milkshake machine either. [ It's a tease but she's also not really interested in having sex in the housing that this place provides you. She lived there long enough to know the walls are thin and privacy is limited.] That's kind of a deal breaker now.

[ She tucks herself close to him.] Have you met your housemates yet? Mine... was the reason I came here. He dealt in guns and I think drugs.

[ Eventually he hopes to get out of there and into something more private, but that takes cash and if there's one thing he's sorely lacking right now it's that. Give him a couple of months tho and maybe he'll work something out. ]

Not really. I try not to stick around more than necessary. [ He's used to trailers and storage closets and sleeping on Archie's floor. Sharing a whole house, with strangers? It's too weird. He makes a face. ] They housed you with a drug dealer?

Yeah, his name was Mickey. And he... wasn't always stable. [ Her mouth twists, a little ashamed.] I didn't feel safe, like I could trust living there so I asked to stay here instead.

[ He frowns - this is part of the whole thing that bothers him about this place. They set it up so it looks like they're taking care of these unwilling superpowered people, and then they force underaged girls to live in an unsafe environment. There's a lot of talk but not a lot of action, especially for the younger population and maybe he's comfortable fending for himself but a lot of people aren't.

This isn't the time to get into it though. They've had a really good evening and he's not about to ruin it with his social justice bullshit. ]

I'm glad you got out of there... you shouldn't have to deal with stuff like that.

[ Betty has been lucky all her life, never knowing what it's like to be set adrift and have to fend for herself. She almost feels ridiculous telling him about this when he's dealt with horrible living circumstances often.

But she tries to push away that guilt, moving instead to kiss his chin instead.]

No one should.

You're right. [ He answers that kiss with one of his own, pressed gently against her forehead. She has nothing to feel guilty about, it's not her fault his home situation has been shit on and off. If anything, she's given him space to breathe when he needed it the most. ]

...Something should be done about that. Not tonight, but sometime.