Jabitha Oneshots

Hold Still

Jughead bandages Tabitha's cut.

"Hold still, this might sting a little," Jughead muttered, frowning in concentration.

The cut on Tabitha's hand wasn't too deep- thank God- but certainly needed to be thoroughly cleaned and bandaged. He getly dabbed at the surrounding skin, sighing in satisfaction as the alcohol wipe absorbed the drying blood.

"You're enjoying this aren't you," Tabitha teased.

She was watching his face and could see that behind his glasses, there was a familiar, excited glimmer in his eyes.

"I digress Tabs," he said, looking up, "While I don't love you being in pain, it's nice to put some of the first aid skills I picked up in college to use."

"Well, you're lucky to have me then, because I seem to constantly end up in scrapes when I'm cooking. I'm a total clutz."

Jughead picked up the bandage lying beside him. He started to slowly wrap it around her hand, threading the material between her thumb and forefinger, and apologising quietly when he heard her wince at the contact. Once the bandage had been applied, he lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a tender kiss to the palm.

The gesture made Tabitha's breath catch. It reminded her of something her mom used to do when she was young, kissing her playground injuries better and wiping the tears from her cheeks with a few words of encouragement.

The memory of her how her mother used to be, before being swept up into a world of lavish parties, long days at work and bougie fashion stores made her feel slightly dizzy.

"Hey, are you alright?" Jughead asked suddenly, snapping her from her thoughts. She realised with a start that she'd zoned out while staring directly at him.

Tabitha smiled, "Yeah. Yeah, I am. Thank you, Jughead."

He took off his glasses and placed them on the bedside table, before lying back against the headboard.

"What do you want to do now? A movie, reading, something else?"

"Would we just be able to..." she hesitated for a moment, "Would you be able to hold me? Please?"

Jughead nodded and rolled onto his side, allowing Tabitha to tuck herself into him. Her body fit perfectly into his, like they were two pieces of a puzzle.

"As much as I love looking after you, just promise not to hurt yourself too much. Ok?" He whispered after a moment.

Tabitha closed her eyes, allowing the gentle, rhythmic beats of his heart to tug her towards the edge of consciousness. Something about the feeling of being held, her boyfriend's arms securely wrapped around her waist and head on her shoulder made the pain pulsing through her hand seem to dissipate.

"I promise."