Bughead after Seventeen in the musical episode. Theory about them being together. I incorporate some of the lyrics of the song into the scene as quotes. Enjoy. Jughead POV.

"I want to be with you tonight," I tell her, looking deep into those perfect eyes. Her eyes darken right before me as I watch her body tense and freeze. She bites her light pink lower lip, dragging it between her teeth and making me want her closer. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her as close as she can get.

She smiles before her lips brush against mine. We kiss and then kiss again and again. We brush our lips against each other a few times before I push my hands under her shirt and pull it off. She pushes my jacket off of my shoulders. I let it fall off of my arms, pushing it off my wrists at the end and never breaking my face away from hers. I kiss down her neck afterwards, letting my tongue slip out of my mouth until I am down to her chest. She lets me kiss her, holding her hands in my hair.

I reach back up to her and let her pull my shirt off. I throw it to the side, reaching down to her jeans and undoing them in my shaking hands. She smiles against me as I help pull them off of her. Betty reaches down to the shirt tied around my waist, pulling that off too. It is a few more layers before I push my hand behind her head. I hold her body against mine as we kneel, almost totally naked. I kiss her a few times, our mouths mashing against each other.

"I love you," I whisper against her mouth, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She gasps against me as we kiss a few more times.

"I love you," she says, kissing down my neck, across the hallow of my throat and then over, right under my ear. I groan when she finds the perfect spot under my ear. I let her kiss me, holding her hands around my back, under my chin. It is all Betty, all over my entire body. It is overwhelming and so intense I think I might call out.

I can feel her all over. I can feel her gentle fingers on my back. I can feel the roughness of her crescent moon scars brushing against my side. I can feel her lips on my ear and her tongue on my head, on the perfect spot. I can feel her fingers grabbing at my hair. I can feel her chest pressed against me, her nipples hard against my pecs. I can feel her stomach pushing onto mine. And I know she can feel a few things of her own. But mostly she can feel my hardness straining against my boxers, trying to get closer to her.

Then I stop her because life feels a little too much right now and I need to be with her but for the right reasons. She stops kissing me. I hold her face against me, forehead to forehead so we can stare at each other for a long second.

"Take a deep breath," she says with a smile, her hands on either side of my face. I do as she says because my entire body is shaking for her, begging to be with her.

"Bets," I mutter. "I don't want this to be because I'm overwhelmed…and scared."

Her face looks sympathetic. Betty bites her lower lip and wraps her arms around my body. I let her. It feels so good to have her that close to me. I keep my face right against hers so that I can see her beauty and feel the comfort I always get when she is close to me.

"It's not," she promises.

I nod against her, letting out a slow breath.

"I'm right here," she says.

I close my eyes and lean into her, kissing her slowly. I remove what is left of our underwear and then hold onto her body as I rest her down underneath of me. We are on the ground of a gross, old trailer but we lay out on our clothes so it is less disgusting. She straddles me so that our bodies are close, laying underneath of me.

"Juggie," she whispers. "I love you."

"I love you too," I promise her, leaning down to kiss her neck again.

"We're together," she says, pulling my face up so that I can see her. Her eyes are swimming with beauty but also with so much love. I have never seen so much love reflected in another's eyes. They are for me. All of that love and passion was for me and I can feel it. I can feel it deep in my chest. It is so powerful I want to make her mine right here.

I lean down to look at her, making her give me the okay before I do anything else. She nods. I reach down between us to finally let myself be inside of her. I go as slow as I can, letting out a long, hearty sigh when I feel all of her. It is so perfect, so beautiful and so caring.

I can feel all of her underneath of me. I thrust into her over and over, at a steady pace. We kiss a few times, letting our bodies do the talking. I can feel so much of her that it is overwhelming. Her legs are locked around my waist and my arms are right by her head, holding my weight but still letting my hands touch her hair, her face.

"Juggie!" she sighs, leaning her hips into my body a few times. I let her push against me. I can tell what she is doing so I grind my hips down on top of her a few times. She moves with me until we are moving together at the perfect pace. I can feel it too. I can feel the building, the beauty of the escalator that can only go up.

"Betty," I mutter.

I feel it growing, escalating. With each thrust, there is a fluttering in my stomach, a tightening in my chest and a groan escaping from my wet lips. Betty is no different. Her head is locked back. Her eyes are open wide with love and lust, staring right into my soul. I can feel her every inch of my body. It only gets better when she starts gasping, saying my name with every thrust and movement that we share.

"Don't stop looking in my eyes," I beg of her through long, exasperated breaths.

"I won't," she promises through her own bout of gasps.

I put my arm underneath of her body, holding onto her and keeping her as close as she can. Her head is right against my chest and shoulder. I can feel her mouth, her moans, her biting against the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. It feels so perfect that it is just what I need to fall over the edge of madness.

"Juggie!"

"Betty," I say, looking into her eyes.

We don't break our gaze through the peak of our pleasure.

When I rest my head down on her shoulder, Betty pulls the rest of my weight down onto her. I rest my body on hers, still intertwined with limbs everywhere, hair flailing and sweat slick against the other person. We are perfection. We are one.

"I love you. I love you," she says like a prayer against my shoulder.

"I love you, Betty. I love you so much."