Bughead One-shots | Riverdale

Morning kisses

He'd written a best-seller novel, multiple different novels in high school, plus countless different stories in many many journals he had that nobody else had ever read. And yet he physically couldn't describe the blissful feeling that came with waking up with Betty Cooper in his arms again after seven years.

For a moment he could've sworn he was dreaming. His mind liked to play cruel tricks on him like that; dreams so good that he woke up with an ache in his chest, feeling loss. The amount of times he had dreamt of moments like that only to wake up surrounded by empty alcohol bottles and scrunched up paper from scrapped writing was saddening. But it was actually happening: Betty was actually there.

He felt her shift against him and instinctively tightened his arms around her frame to pull her closer to himself. One of his hands rested between her shoulder blades over the top of the shirt she was wearing (his old S shirt that she was fond of) and his other arm curled around her waist to keep her pressed to him. He could feel one of her hands flat against his chest over one of his newer tattoos and smiled slightly, despite not really being awake.

She had asked about his tattoos the night before, after all of the talking and crying had passed, and once they were both in her bed with skin pressed to skin; happy. His throat became thick as he felt the tip of her finger trace the intricate design over his chest and he had to swallow through it when she had asked what it meant.

She did the same for every new tattoo he had, taking her time tracing his skin with soft fingers, peppering kisses afterwards wherever she could reach. He could never get used to her touch, especially not since he had gone so long without it.

Betty moved her head so her face was tucked against his neck and he smiled tiredly, the feeling of her lips brushing against his neck causing him to tighten his arms around her ever so slightly. At first he thought it was just because she moved that her lips were pressed to his skin, though a moment later another kiss was pressed more firmly to the base of his neck as she shifted to be pressed up even closer to him than she had been.

"Morning." Betty mumbled against his skin, her lips leaving kisses up his neck to his jaw, until she could press a firm proper kiss to his lips.

Jughead mumbled something that barely resembled a "mmphm" as he tilted his head slightly towards her, chasing her lips as she moved to pull away to kiss her again. And again. And again.

He had decided that he would have to make up for every single kiss he missed during their seven years apart, and was dedicated to going through with it.

When they finally pulled apart Jughead squinted his eyes open to her and smiled tiredly, meeting equally tired eyes and a gorgeous smile. He had missed waking up to a goddess beside him.

"How'd you sleep?" Betty mumbled, her head tucking itself against his shoulder as her hand lifted to trace her fingertips across his chest tattoo again.

"Perfect," Jughead whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before he closed his eyes again and relaxed against the pillows. "Perfect 'cause you're here."