"Archie, are you okay with this?" she asked quietly, leading him to the bedroom, "We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to. Kevin and I just hung out. He did my hair."
"It looks good," Archie said, lying down on the bed, "It's not that I don't want to do anything, it's just-"
"Just what, Arch?" she flopped onto the bed next to him, straddling his stomach, "I don't like that you're not talking to me!"
She placed her hand flat on his chest, over his heart; he was breathing evenly but his heart was beating erratically, "What's wrong?"
As she sat over him, his eyes began to travel downward, taking in the way her toned legs spread out on either side of him. Betty had developed quite a bit since they were kids, and he creamy legs looked miles long under the hem of her pleated mini skirt.
"You're flushed," she murmured, eyeing him some more, "Are you sick?"
When she leaned forward to check his forehead temperature, his line of vision was altered and he was definitely starting to feel hot. For once Betty wasn't buttoned up in some sweater, and her form fitting top was showing him just a hint of cleavage.

Just then, Archie snapped -he couldn't take it anymore. He was probably having a psychotic break, but frankly he didn't care. He flipped them over in an instant and melded his frame to hers, pressing their hips together. Disoriented, Betty's concerned frown became confused as she pushed against him.
"What are you-" Archie silenced her question with an open kiss, roughly claiming her lips. He knew she was probably going to kill him as soon as she came to her senses, and that Jughead and the rest would follow suit as soon as they heard, but he couldn't stop. He kissed her lips and ran his hands up and down her slim waist, and he wished she would make him stop, because he couldn't.
At first Betty was surprised when he had flipped their positions, but she quickly got over the shock and grinned into the kiss.
"Tell me to stop, Betty," Archie mumbled in between frenzied kisses, "Betty, tell me to stop and I will."
"You don't have to," she gasped into his mouth, "Don't."

Her arms seemed to move of their own accord, and she wrapped them around his back and admired his muscles under her touch. They parted for air and Archie moved his lips down to her neck, feeling the heat of her shallow breaths on the side of his face. His hands wandered lower and he gripped her hips as he gave a hard thrust of his hips, grunting as his jeans chafed against his growing arousal. He breathed heavily between his teeth as she thrusted into him this time, eliciting a guttural moan from deep within his throat. She purred in response and he just about died on the spot.
"Fuck," Archie cursed, pressing his forehead into the crook of Betty's neck, body tense with pleasure but unable to ignore the growing sense of dread, at what he was doing, and how it would end. "Fuck, sorry, I don't know what I'm doing."
"It's okay," Betty grinned, wrapping her arms loosely around him and pressing a kiss to his cheek, "It's kind of great, actually."
Archie hadn't expected such a composed response to his unprecedented actions, but he said nothing and focused on keeping his shit together. He closed his eyes, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat begin to slow down, and waited until he was breathing steadily again, but before long Betty shifted under him and Archie rolled off of her immediately, not wanting to risk any more hip movement, lest he ended up tearing her clothes off. Apparently everything they say about hormonal teenage boys is true, he was really struggling to control himself.

Betty propped herself up on her elbow and eyed him seriously, "You gonna tell me what all this was about?"
She was more than happy that It'd happened, but Archie's execution was a bit unorthodox. One second he seemed ill and a second later he was jumping her bones. Surely Kevin taking out her ponytail had not been that powerful.
Archie met her gaze and blinked slowly, "I'm not sure I really know what that was about myself."
Betty frowned at that. She wasn't expecting a declaration of love or anything, but still.
She bit her lip, considering the situation, until Archie hesitantly opened his mouth, "Look at me, Betty."
"Why are you staring at me like that?" she asked, touching her face, paranoid that she had something stuck in her teeth or something equally embarrassing.
"I always stare at you like that," Archie sighed, removing her hand to hold it in his, "That's the problem- I always stare at you like that. I can't help it, I wish I could, but it's, like, subconscious at this point."
She opened her mouth to interrupt, but he continued, "And, like, it hurts to look at you. I mean, I feel it in my chest. Especially when your eyes are all lit up like they are right now."
Archie paused and couldn't keep an embarrassed flush from creeping up his neck, he couldn't talk like this to Betty. She only saw him as a friend.

"So you kissed me because my eyes light up," she asked, more than a bit breathlessly.
"Yes," he answered, before shyly reconsidering, "Well, no, not just because of that."
"Well then why?" she was chewing on her lip now, as she was wont to whenever she was nervous or confused, and he wished he could tell her how it drives him.
"Do I have to spell it out for you, Betts?" he hesitated, "I like you, I really like you."
"Since when?" Betty asked with a slight tremor to her. She somehow found it hard to believe things were playing out like this and wanted to make sure she wasn't being Punk'd or something, not that Archie would ever do that to her. She just couldn't wrap her head around it.
"A few weeks ago," he confirmed, before apologizing to his oldest friend, "I'm sorry, Betty, I went about this all wrong. I didn't mean to…I didn't mean to mess us up, our friendship. Please don't hate me."
"Hate you?" she giggled in spite of herself, "I could never, Archie Andrews."
And with that, she leaned down and kiss him. He didn't hesitate to kiss her back.