I haven't been inspired to write FF in a long-ass time (peep the Chair icon lol), but I am obsessed with this show. I think Bughead is cute, but I'm really digging on Toni/Jughead's chemistry. My writing is crap, so my apologies for the crap. I just needed to get something out, haha.
You're close enough to smell her now (patchouli, not roses), and then her lips are on your lips. She kisses the spot right next to the soreness induced by Sweet Pea's blow. It's surprisingly gentle, and you drop the ice pack numbing the Serpants' numerous jabs out of surprise. It's a good surprise. Her lips distract you momentarily from the pain, both physical and emotional.
Betty Betty Betty
Your temple throbs, and your heart along with it. But Toni's lips are calming, soothing. They help you forget.
She pulls away and you see the hesitation in her eyes (brown not blue). She's not certain if you should do this; she's being careful with you, nice even. But you don't want nice. Because that reminds you too much of things you so desperately want to forget. Not after tonight. Not after-
Betty Betty Betty
Your eyes are hard-set and more than anything you just want to forget. Live recklessly, like the law-evading Serpant now tattoed on your skin.
You grab her face with her hands- a little more force now- and now you're both standing, moving toward the couch. Your legs trip over one another, clumsy with want. You purposefully avoid the countertop.
You have her pinned to the couch and your hands are under her shirt, undoing her bra. Your eyes meet and hers are warm. She nods and a smile plays at her lips – she wants to help you forget; Serpents protect their own. You're really doing this. Her hands work on undoing your jeans and next you help her undo hers.
You're both in your underwear now and your breathing is ragged, partly because of the injuries on your abdomen screaming with every movement, and partly because you always imagined your first time with someone else.
Betty Betty Betty
Her legs splay out beneath you, exposing barely-there black lace. You stroke her through the flimsy material, cautiously at first, then with more vigor. She guides your hand beneath the material and her warm wetness envelops you
She moans as your fingers dip in and out of her vagina, and she guides your thumb to simultaneously stimulate her clit. Her hips thrust alongside your rhythm and your dick gets hard at how wet she is, how she moans your name in a familiar way
Juggie Juggie Juggie
She flips you both over and now she's straddling you, your cock out of your boxers and in her hands. She starts slow and then quickens her pace before slowing it down again.
Her kisses are on your chest, kissing your wounds but staying away from your heart, from the jagged pieces belonging to
Betty Betty Betty
She takes you in her mouth and your head tilts back with a moan. Your hands clutch her hair, long and down instead of the ponytail you're accustomed to
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You both work to remove the remaining underwear and she's unrolling a rubber and you're easing your way in.
Toni is warm and inviting and now you're both fucking, hard and animalistic. Huh. For some reason you expected something more life-changing, more on par with the bullshit those romantic movies spew out. But you're not in love with one another, you're just comforting each other (Serpents protect their own), and maybe the life-changing crap requires more
Betty Betty Betty
You finish and collapse alongside Toni. Your body aches and you never thought pain could actually be this bad. You get up and move to the counter to take some aspirin and keep trying to forget, spend the entire night fighting to forget
Betty Betty Betty
and how if it wasn't fucked up before, it certainly is now
because you cannot forget