[ this is how things are between them — magnetic, flammable, raw — and have been from the second veronica walked into pop’s, pulling archie’s attention from the booth ( and betty ) directly to her. he shouldn’t have been looking then ( that summer took a part of him and held on ). he shouldn’t be looking now because of the location, yet the only way to put an end to that is by removing his eyes from his head. he can’t get enough of her. one taste doesn’t satisfy the impulse, it just makes him crave more. when she wraps a leg around his, he braces her with a hand behind her thigh, swapping cradling her head for holding her closer. he has half the mind to scoop her up, trade his hand between her thighs for his own body, but she’s turning away from him before he can accomplish much of anything.
he tries ( and mostly succeeds ) in not groaning out of frustration.
there’s something about veronica watching that takes the sound out of the room and steals the air from his lungs. he’s not any more inclined to share her with anyone, but bearing witness to something that so obviously isn’t for their eyes is exhilarating. she grabs his arms and catches him, reels him back in before he can lean away to try to adjust himself and calm down. he knows when she’s toying with him although he can’t seem to find the capacity to care when she’s pressed back against him and his palms can roam her body freely. he has her body mapped out but his hands still travel every curve like he’s on a new adventure.
she laughs, still teasing him, and archie slides his hand up the expanse of her stomach up to the swell of her breast and cups her through her clothes. she can joke around all she wants, he’s not going anywhere and he can definitely withstand whatever she throws his way. archie doesn’t let the fact that she’s wearing a bra under her clothes deter him from caressing her through it. it’s when she presses her ass against him with a rock of her hips against his erection that his control slips. he gasps and rubs against her, almost able to imagine that there isn’t cotton and denim separating them. ]
I love you. [ he reminds her with a press of his lips to the side of her head. something sweet to contrast with the slow drag of his hand, hiking her skirt up a second time because excuse you, ronnie, he’s not done using his fingers to get a reaction out of her. ] If you want me to show that to you out here where anyone can see, I will. I’ll fuck you right here against this wall. [ sure, it’s a little filthy for the golden boy next door, but she’d told him once that he was more dangerous than he looked and she wasn’t wrong. archie remains firmly pressed behind her even as he sets a hand upon the front of her panties again. he’s not doing much, other than making sure she can feel him, with two fingers tracing the spot where she probably wants him to curl his fingertips, push the fabric aside and sink them inside of her. he doesn’t. just deliberately brushes his thumb over her clit in a semicircle. ] If you want to a find a room where it's just the two of us and I can show you exactly how I feel in private, I'm good with that, too. In a swing, a bed, right here. I don't care. I just want to be with you.
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he tries ( and mostly succeeds ) in not groaning out of frustration.
there’s something about veronica watching that takes the sound out of the room and steals the air from his lungs. he’s not any more inclined to share her with anyone, but bearing witness to something that so obviously isn’t for their eyes is exhilarating. she grabs his arms and catches him, reels him back in before he can lean away to try to adjust himself and calm down. he knows when she’s toying with him although he can’t seem to find the capacity to care when she’s pressed back against him and his palms can roam her body freely. he has her body mapped out but his hands still travel every curve like he’s on a new adventure.
she laughs, still teasing him, and archie slides his hand up the expanse of her stomach up to the swell of her breast and cups her through her clothes. she can joke around all she wants, he’s not going anywhere and he can definitely withstand whatever she throws his way. archie doesn’t let the fact that she’s wearing a bra under her clothes deter him from caressing her through it. it’s when she presses her ass against him with a rock of her hips against his erection that his control slips. he gasps and rubs against her, almost able to imagine that there isn’t cotton and denim separating them. ]
I love you. [ he reminds her with a press of his lips to the side of her head. something sweet to contrast with the slow drag of his hand, hiking her skirt up a second time because excuse you, ronnie, he’s not done using his fingers to get a reaction out of her. ] If you want me to show that to you out here where anyone can see, I will. I’ll fuck you right here against this wall. [ sure, it’s a little filthy for the golden boy next door, but she’d told him once that he was more dangerous than he looked and she wasn’t wrong. archie remains firmly pressed behind her even as he sets a hand upon the front of her panties again. he’s not doing much, other than making sure she can feel him, with two fingers tracing the spot where she probably wants him to curl his fingertips, push the fabric aside and sink them inside of her. he doesn’t. just deliberately brushes his thumb over her clit in a semicircle. ] If you want to a find a room where it's just the two of us and I can show you exactly how I feel in private, I'm good with that, too. In a swing, a bed, right here. I don't care. I just want to be with you.