The soft sound of a shower running filled your ears. You were over at Archie's house, as you often were, laying on your stomach on his bed, happily highlighting a short story for one of your literature courses. Your legs kicked up and down lightly behind you to the beat of whatever song you were humming. You were so tuned into your work you didn't even hear the shower turn off and the whispering patter of footsteps from one end of the hall to the other.
Archie stood in the doorway, smiling at the sight of you. Noticing you hadn't heard him come in, he decided to tease you, taking careful steps toward the bed before belly flopping on top of you.
"Archie!" You squealed, nearly choking on the highlighter cap between your teeth, all air having escaped your lungs at the sudden weight on your back. Spitting the cap to the ground, you struggled under his body to glare at him. He giggled, a deep rumble from his chest culminating in a soft sound that made you smile every time you heard it. "Archie, get off of me!" Between fits of laughter you attempted to roll onto your back from under him, making eye contact with your assailant and narrowing your gaze.
"Hey babe," Archie smirked, a playful tone still flowering from his words.
You grinned back, a sparkle in your eyes that set off butterflies in Archie's stomach every time. "Archie, honey, you're crushing me."
"More like crushing on you." He waggled his eyebrows jokingly
"That's cute." You rolled your eyes now, pressing your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to move him. "Now get off of me." He softly rolled beside you, leaning up against you as you rolled back onto your stomach. Moaning happily, he nuzzled his nose behind your ear and kissed the underside of your jaw.
"Is that my shirt?" He teased. You subconsciously pulled the sleeves of the crewneck sweater over your hands as you blushed and nodded. "My clothes look good on you."
"Thus, why I wear them." He pulled away from your ear, looking down to what you were working on. However, after a moment, he was grinning cheekily again.
"You know there's been a real dent in my closet since we started dating. I've considered contacting Jughead and sending him on the case, but I think I've found the culprit." Playing around, you widened your eyes and turned to him.
"Please don't press charges."
"Oh, I don't know..." He cocked his head to one side, unable to hide his smile as he continued. "I've been forced to wear the same shirts for weeks. It's a real struggle. This is the inconvenience you've caused."
"I swear, I'll wear your jersey to school on game days. Just don't send me to jail." He cupped his chin in thought before nodding.
"That seems fair. I don't really think I could send you away anyways. Don't want to go a day without you." You couldn't bite your smile back anymore either, and shifted your gaze from him back to your work.
Archie's smile held up as he stared at your profile, your lip caught behind your top teeth as you focused on the words in front of you. As much as he'd love to say he was an independent man's man, he couldn't deny the fact that you had him tightly wound around your finger, and it was up to debate whether or not you knew it.
"You're staring."
His eyes darted to the sides of hers as he regained focus. "How could I not?"
You swatted your hand, "Oh stop."
"Can't help it." He grinned cheekily, reaching his hand forward and catching your cheek in his palm. You subconsciously leaned into it, beaming intently. "I love you."
You raised your eyebrows, your chin jutting forward slightly as if insuring he meant it. Thumb rubbing velvet circles into your skin, he nodded softly. "I love you."
"I love you." Your teeth sparkled behind your cracked lips as a soft giggle tumbled from within. You leaned forward and kissed him, pulling back to utter the words again, and kissing again. You pulled away for a moment more, sucking in thick breaths. Eyes flitted to the soft comforter of his bed, before meeting his with another wide smile. "And your shirts."
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CREDIT: riverdale-imagining
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