"Or you could stay."
Jughead's heart fluttered for a moment, before he opened his mouth again, overcoming his nerves.
"Stay."
He put his hand on her thigh, hoping to convey what it would mean for him, how badly he wanted her to say yes, that she'd stay as long as he wanted her around.
As she turned to him, he was unsure of what was coming next. But just maybe, hopefully, she felt the same as he did, and was yearning for what they could have.
From the moment he reached for her, as she settled in his lap, he realised how badly he had missed this, the intimacy.
But not a second passed and he felt the effects of kissing Betty. Some wild desire taking over, an all consuming fire burning deep within.
He reached for the back of her dress, unzipping it, desperate to feel her, to have the contact he needed so badly. Every touch sending his head spinning, making him hungry for more.
Even as she pulled away from the kiss, he buried his head in her newly exposed neck, reveling in the soft skin that met his lips.
Only half aware, he was impatient with Betty stopping the heady feeling for commentary. As she pulled away, pushing him back to look at her, he became worried, and looking into her eyes he feared that she was about to drop some sort of emotional bomb. He searched her eyes, wondering what could be so important that it was worth putting this reunion on hold.
"Nothing."
His eyes still transfixed on hers, he saw the gleam in her eye, as she confessed to wanting him, all of him.
He couldn't help but allow another flutter in his heart, a good one this time, as the feeling of relief washed over him.
She came back to him, this time he made sure to take his time appreciating the moment, not wanting to rush through the good parts.
He ran his fingers through her wavy hair, letting his hand fall back softly to her body. He wanted her to know, to feel, that he wanted her, all of her, just as much, if not more. He wanted her to remember this night as a warm, glowing evening, filled with love and intimacy.
He moved back to her neck, taking his time to get to know every crook and cranny. He moved down to her shoulders, peppering kisses and paying special attention to her collarbone. Her short breaths egging him on, he turned his attention to the skin right above the curves of her bra. She hummed in satisfaction, arching her back, trying to receive more attention right there. Kissing along the top of her bra, he slid the straps off her shoulders, then moving his hands to her back. She giggled at his frustration while his fingers struggled with the clasp of her bra.
"Oh, so you think this is funny?"
She silently nodded, trying to contain her smile, but failing to hide her humor.
Deciding to take advantage of his momentary distraction, Betty swiftly opened the rest of the buttons on his shirt, snapping his suspenders lightly before pushing them off, thinking they would only be an inconvenience later.
Finally, he undid the clasp with a small "aha" leaving his lips, while her hands were busy exploring the plane of his chest. Her hand lingered a moment, pausing to feel his heartbeat at her fingertips. She liked the steady thump, reminding her that he was here, with her.
Jughead looked into her eyes as he slid the bra off her arms, placing it on the couch, beside them. Her eyes dodged his gaze, looking anywhere other than his blue stare. A blush spread in her cheeks as she leaned into him, trying to minimise her exposure.
"Don't be embarrassed, you're beautiful", he tried to assure her.
"I feel so naked" she confessed in a whisper.
"In that case, we should level the playing field" he quipped. Pushing her back lightly, he removed his shirt completely. "In fact, maybe I should take something else off, so we're playing fair" he smirked.
"What else are you going to take off?" she asked, becoming a bit flustered at the thought of potential outcomes to this predicament.
Grinning, he slid off his beanie, amused by her timid voice.
"Why? What were you thinking?"
Hiding her face, she huffed indignantly. "Nothing. I was just wondering what else you could take off considering the current position you're in."
Jughead smirked. "Liar, your mind is in the gutter. I bet you were hoping that I was going to strip."
"Juggie!" she exclaimed. "I thought no such thing." Seeing the laughter etched on his face she added "I know you're teasing me."
Taking advantage of her more relaxed state, he directed his attention to her chest, now bare before him. "Do you like being teased?" he inquired quietly. "Do you want me to tease you?" he murmured in between laying his lips on the top of her breasts.
"Juggie" she sighed, this time in a completely different tone, this one laced with want.
"Like this?" he enquired, capturing her nipple between his teeth. Betty let out a short gasp at the sensation, color rising again in her cheeks. "You could do that" she answered quietly.
"Or like this?"
He rolled one nipple between his fingers, paying attention to the other with his mouth.
"Mhm" she nodded and hummed her approval sharply.
Subtly moving and pressing her thighs together to relieve some pressure, Betty opened her eyes, the look in Jughead's eyes washing over her, making her feel hot all over.
"What do you like?" Betty whispered near his ear, pressing herself against his body.
"I uh..." he trailed off, distracted by the feeling of her soft breasts against his chest, dazed by her suggestive tone.
"Do you like me on top of you?" she asked, threading her fingers in his dark hair. He nodded dumbly, not trusting himself to speak.
"Do you like it when I move around?" she continued, grinding lightly against him.
At her movements, Jughead groaned quietly, hands flying to her hips, his own bucking up to meet her halfway. The heady feeling getting stronger, especially with her fingers grasping at his hair.
He stopped her, "Maybe we should move to the bedroom" he offered, his head buried in her breasts.
"Maybe." Betty agreed, biting her lip at the prospect, and at the sensations he was inducing.