[ as someone that’s always been very open with his heart, he doesn’t have the fear of saying how he feels out loud. he’s only afraid of the consequences of putting those words out there, the reaction. he couldn’t have dreamed this up. of course every person that loves another wishes to hear it reciprocated, but he never imagined it would actually happen after their fallout. he’s pleasantly surprised, even relieved to hear that she feels the same. that she’s standing in front of him right now at this ridiculously wild party. it’s not the where that’s important, or the why, just who.
archie and veronica, that’s it.
don’t worry, he’s grinning into the kiss for a second. only because he cracked open an eye to see what the hold up was; if she’d changed her mind, or if she was staring at him with a oh, so that’s how you think this is going to go? kind of look. she’s rising up on her toes when he does and he shuts them again, happy to go along with whatever veronica’s guiding him into by the reins. or his shirt as it happens to be. she doesn’t have to tell him twice. first, it’s solely their chests that are touching and his hand slips from the door, uncovering the peephole. and then she has her arms around him, her back against the door, and archie doesn’t resist stepping into her space bodily, essentially pinning her to said door with his hips.
he pushes his hand into her hair next, cushioning the back of her head from impacting with the wood. if anything, it's an excuse to touch her. to be closer. he's trying to keep it simple, not chaste, but sweet. except that she's pressed against him and he's a teenager ( and there's pretty much porn in the background ). when he pulls back from the kiss, it isn't far. only an inch or two to tilt his head back, withholding his mouth only temporarily, because his other hand's playing at the hem of her skirt. his palm's on her thigh and his thumb's flirting with the temptation of inching the fabric up, which is why he's searching her eyes. and he does, like an entire centimeter. truly, the audacity.
if veronica says not here or not yet, then that's that. but. you know. when in rome, etc. ]
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archie and veronica, that’s it.
don’t worry, he’s grinning into the kiss for a second. only because he cracked open an eye to see what the hold up was; if she’d changed her mind, or if she was staring at him with a oh, so that’s how you think this is going to go? kind of look. she’s rising up on her toes when he does and he shuts them again, happy to go along with whatever veronica’s guiding him into by the reins. or his shirt as it happens to be. she doesn’t have to tell him twice. first, it’s solely their chests that are touching and his hand slips from the door, uncovering the peephole. and then she has her arms around him, her back against the door, and archie doesn’t resist stepping into her space bodily, essentially pinning her to said door with his hips.
he pushes his hand into her hair next, cushioning the back of her head from impacting with the wood. if anything, it's an excuse to touch her. to be closer. he's trying to keep it simple, not chaste, but sweet. except that she's pressed against him and he's a teenager ( and there's pretty much porn in the background ). when he pulls back from the kiss, it isn't far. only an inch or two to tilt his head back, withholding his mouth only temporarily, because his other hand's playing at the hem of her skirt. his palm's on her thigh and his thumb's flirting with the temptation of inching the fabric up, which is why he's searching her eyes. and he does, like an entire centimeter. truly, the audacity.
if veronica says not here or not yet, then that's that. but. you know. when in rome, etc. ]