It was still almost two hours before the Indiana Jones screening was due to start, but Jughead wanted a few quiet moments in the projector room before the crush of humanity closed in for the last time. He hadn't realized how important this place had become to him in the last few months, a safe haven in the swirling storm of his life, the one place he knew he could come back to, that would never be closed off to him. And now he was about to lose it, about to lose the one fixed point in his life, although…. Was that true anymore? When he thought of safety, of comfort, sure this place immediately sprung to mind, but so did a whiff of lavender and vanilla perfume and the soft silk of hair on his face.

He sat down heavily on the chair at the projection desk and leant back, sighing. How had it happened? How had this stranger wriggled herself so completely past his defenses? Sure she was adorable, intelligent, kind and strong, but his plans for this year involved him, his laptop and trying to scrape good enough grades to maybe be accepted into a good writing program after graduation, a girl was never part of the plan, and how could it be? The second she started to see the real him, the homeless, wrong-side-of-the-tracks, messed up weirdo, she'd be gone faster than the rest of his family.

Having successfully made himself feel, if possible, even worse, he stood up and started to dig through the box of films on the desk, searching for tonights reels. He heard the door open behind him and his mood worsened even further, without turning he called out,

"We aren't opening for another hour and this room is off-limits to customers." He continued rifling through the box, loudly enough that he almost didn't hear the words that floated across the room.

"Even for customers who have milkshakes?" He would recognize her voice anywhere and suddenly his mood was elevated a thousand-fold. He turned to look at Olivia, who was still standing framed in the doorway, she was wearing a short green velvet dress with a cropped leather jacket on against the cold and her hair shone in the late afternoon sun. She looked incredible.

"I suppose I'll make an exception, but only because you look so beautiful, the milkshake is only enough to get you into the field early." She grinned at him, a wide flash of pearly white teeth, and reached behind her with a foot to pull the door closed as her hands were full of drinks and bags from Pops.

"So, before everyone gets here tonight I just wanted to…" He stepped towards her, relieving her of her offerings and setting them down on the nearest flat surface before taking her gently by the hips, effectively silencing whatever train of thought she was on.

"Before we get onto that, I believe that the last time I saw you properly you made mention of owing me a kiss and as I am feeling particularly wounded by the looming loss of one of my favourite places I was hoping I could negotiate two from you." Her smile was soft and warm as she reached her hands up to tangle her fingers into his midnight curls, nails scratching gently at his scalp, a sensation he had never experienced before but that made his eyelids flutter shut for a moment as he leant his forehead down to press against hers.

"I suppose that I would be open to renegotiating the terms, but only because of your imminent loss and definitely not because you look so absurdly handsome brooding here in the dark" her words were barely more than a whisper as she tilted her face up to meet his. The kiss was completely different to their soft, cautious first kiss, Jugheads lips captured hers with a slow passion, his hands reached up to frame her face before one slid back to bury itself in her silken black hair holding her even closer to him, Olivia gasped at the heat in the kiss before sucking Jugheads bottom lip between her teeth and nibbling on it gently. He groaned and pulled away from her, resting his forehead once again against hers, and took a long shaky breath in.

"You'll be the death of me, kissing like that Olivia Lodge." He murmured, still a little breathless. She giggled and reached up to press her lips firmly against his a second time before breaking away from him completely to pick the food up and begin arranging it on a blanket she had dropped on the floor while they were kissing.

"You're not so bad yourself Mr. Jones, anyone would think you'd had plenty of practice before my timely arrival in Riverdale." She pulled serves of fries, onion rings and burgers out of the paper Pops bags and laid them out carefully on the blanket as he watched bemusedly.

"Liv…. What exactly are you doing?"

"I thought we could have a picnic, I even made you brownies for after" She procured a purple Tupperware container from the bottom of her handbag and shook it at him "Y'know, to make your last night here a little more…. Memorable" She smiled sweetly up at him from the blanket and sitting there, in his most sacred space, lit by the old yellow lightbulbs and surrounded by his favourite foods, just a little concern in her eyes for him and what tonight meant to him… He had never seen anything so beautiful and he was bowled over by the wave of warmth that expanded in his chest. He flopped down next to her and pulled her in close, not kissing her, just holding her tight to him. She didn't question him, didn't wriggle out of his grasp, she just held him back for as long as he needed her and when he finally released her she smiled at him and busied herself by organizing his food in front of where he had sat down and he was glad for it as his eyes felt momentarily damp.

He took the milkshake she offered him and grinned cheekily at her,

"I'm banking that second kiss by the way, you never know when you're going to need a kiss from a beautiful lady." He bit into his burger, she had somehow known that he liked it with double cheese and no pickles.

"I gave you two kisses!" She exclaimed, bumping her shoulder companionably against his and helping herself to the onion rings.

"Please, after that first kiss you cannot think that the other one counts, that was definitely more of a peck and you know it. Don't you short change me woman." Liv giggled and they fell into a comfortable silence as they happily munched through the food Olivia had brought with her.

Jughead still had work to do, but Olivia didn't mind, it was an unexpected pleasure to watch his clever fingers, quickly and confidently fit the reel into the projector, threading the film through the machine and reverently closing the case. She could see in his face the wistfulness that film inspire in him, the magic that he wove for himself in this little booth and it warmed her heart. All too soon he had finished queueing up the film and testing the sound and projector and he rejoined her on the blanket that she had curled up on to watch him.

"So, are you gonna go meet Ronnie and Kevin soon?" He asked casually.

"Well, I couldddd…" She drew the word out coyly, a smirk twisting the corner of her mouth which Jughead couldn't help but return.

"But…?" He prompted when she didn't immediately continue.

"But… I also brought my laptop." She pulled the aforementioned technology out of her seemingly bottomless tote, "If you wanted some company in here…?" she clarified, puling out a copy of Temple of Doom on BluRay and waving it cheerfully at him. Her grin faltered at the expression on Jugheads face, it was one she hadn't seen before and it's intensity was a little intimidating; it wasn't angry, she'd seen that before, he seemed almost…. Sad. She scooted closer to him and smoothed a hand over his cheek.

"What is it? Did I do the wrong thing? I just didn't think you would want to be alo…" She was cut off by him grasping her face in his hands and kissing her, a little roughly but Olivia couldn't say she minded. The kiss was consuming, his hands raced down her body to capture her waist and tug her closer to him. It was over as quickly as it had begun, Jughead folding her into his long arms and pressing her firmly against his warm body.

"No-one….. No-one's ever thought of me the way you do, worried about me the way you do." Olivia found herself speechless, the yearning in his voice broke her heart, she knew Jughead was a bit of a lone wolf but…. She had no idea that he was so lonely. He held onto her tightly a moment longer before leaning back and capturing her face once more between his hands and looking directly into her eyes, his blue orbs almost green with emotion. He pressed another kiss to her lips, softer this time.

"Liv…" His voice was barely a whisper, filled with reverence and butterflies erupted in Olivias stomach, awakened by the huskiness of his tone.

"Jonesy…" Her voice was a mirror of his, soft and deep, and something that had long been sleeping in Jugheads chest roared to life at the sound of it, he had never wanted anyone the way that the wanted her in that moment…. But it was not to be, a walkie-talkie crackled to life on the desk above them, announcing to Jughead that it was time to start the film.

They lay together to watch the movie, echoing the outside screen as the sync was just slightly off, and while they lay pressed against each other, the electricity in the air had, for now, faded.