[ her brow furrows up, but she doesn't cringe at the words or anything. he's trying. he's doing a superb job otherwise- she can't fault him for. that. it's fine. it's still kind of hot. it's dirty. he pushes by it beautifully. she's already forgotten what he said. her skirt is a flowy material, short, but school appropriate ( hah ) which means it drapes conveniently for them. easily lifted when he pushes it out of the way, and her body goes still once he's rubbing up against her like that. she's making needy noises, which would be embarrassing if she wasn't so into this.

her cheeks go pink, thinking about his mouth. she does love when he goes down on her. she's caught in that thought for a moment, really, really considering it, but ]

Not this time. I need you to fuck me. [ she's leaning into the door a little more, her palm resting flat against it as she leans forward, bending to press back against him even more. just that little bit. needy needy needy. she smiles bright as a thought occurs to her, fingertips scratching at the door as her other hand scrunches hard in his hair ] We're at an orgy, we can just ask for a condom. Should I knock? I could knock.

[ he needs to get her away from that door, yeah. because she's totally about to do it. even with her voice all breathy and her skirt rucked up and her brain completely fried on archie archie archie, she's considering curling that hand into a fist and knocking on the door they've been blocking all this time. ]

Please, Archie- I need it. I need you.