When I say I love you, its not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I'm in love with what you are, what you do and how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of y...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Veronica wakes up vaguely aware of two things.
The room she's in is unfamiliar and she has no idea where she is.
The arms around her are nit beefy enough to be Archie's
Then the memories of the night prior flood her.
She remembers seeing her pain reflected in Jughead's intense eyes. She remembers him saying out loud all the things her conscience whispers to her in the darkest moments. He had made her feel human, understood and mostly like she wasn't being judged. Jughead who had seemed to judge her the most upon her arrival. Jughead who would burn her father at the stake if he could and burn her too if she stood in the way.
The irony.
She's aware that his bed is lumpy and lacks the luxury of hers. His sheets are also a little scratchy. There is a lot of skin on skin and she realises she's wearing the lingerie she was going to surprise Archie with last night.
Waking up next to Jughead was never how she imagined her night going, but his bare chest is up against her bare back with the exception of a thin line of her bra strap.
The memories start to come back in like rain.
Smoking. Confessing to Jughead she hadn't wanted to go back home because it wasn't a home. Him telling her his wasn't one either but bringing her back to his trailer regardless. Find FP's old alcohol stash. Getting drunk with Jughead and trying to get him to dance in his tiny living room. His defiance than his hesitance then his reluctant acceptance to dance with her much like their relationship. Then the kisses and touching.
She blushes as the memories take a more explicit turn and she remembers how they ended up in his room. Suddenly she's more aware if the fact that she's half naked and her legs are tangled with his. She also feels a very firm part of him pressed up against her backside and instead of the guilt she expects to feel, she feels a sense of excitement and curiosity.
Wow Jughead?
The alcohol is still swimming in her system and she wants badly to blame that for her her reaction to feeling Jughead Jones the Third from behind her as she wonders briefly if he would want to finish what they had started last night. The thought is however quickly cut off by her wondering if Archie and Betty had finished what they started last night despite being caught. A battle ensues in her mind debating on which thought she prefers to dwell on.
"Relax Princess." Jughead breathes into her neck voice deep and rough from sleep, as his hands slide down her hips.
She arches into him reflexively and feels the stirring of early morning arousal.
"Who says I'm not relaxed?" She asks knowing full well he felt her tensing at the thought of him and their exes. Exes?
His fingers dig into her hips hard, pressing against the bone and she's sure she'll have bruises. Imprints of his fingers adding to the bruises he gave last night. For all his muscle Archie was never so rough with her. She likes rough.
