( he kisses her back, confusion somewhere in the back of his mind, because this is betty, because this is everything their life has been ramping up towards. would he have believed it when they were younger? no. definitely not. they were so different — her ( perfect ), him ( damaged ), and it never would have happened for reasons archie still can't articulate; won't. ( and it isn't that everyone thinks betty cooper is above them, for the record. it's - something else. ) but she grabs his face and that's all he needs to mold himself into her personal space, to grab her by the waist and drag her onto his thighs, clad in horrible slacks. hers are nearly bare on top of him, how she folds into him, lace pressed to his chest and stomach.
archie smiles into her mouth and pulls her down, hard against his lap, licks into her mouth. ) I missed this.
( it's possible he's trying to do something about it with wandering fingers at the small of her back, looking for clasps. he's easily hindered, though. )
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archie smiles into her mouth and pulls her down, hard against his lap, licks into her mouth. ) I missed this.
( it's possible he's trying to do something about it with wandering fingers at the small of her back, looking for clasps. he's easily hindered, though. )