He’s mapped out every freckle on her skin, the distances and
angles between them as familiar to him as the constellations are to an
astronomer. The soft dip between her shoulder blades holds a tiny mole, almost
microscopic. It’s something she hates: she feels like it ruins the plane of her
back, that it stands out and draws attention. But he loves it. To him, it’s the
sun the rest of her freckles revolve around.
The first time he kisses it, mouth closing over the skin in
quiet adoration, she lets out a low gasp and tilts her head backwards. His
hands slip lower down her waist, thumbs tucking into the top of her jeans, the
tips of his fingers resting over her hip bones. With her back pressed into his
chest and his arms containing her, Jughead feels like he could define her very
shape at that moment.
Betty twists herself around so that she’s facing him. Her
eyes are full of unspoken things and he slowly intertwines their palms and
lowers her so that she’s lying on her back, surrounded by her fluffy pillows.
“My mom will be home soon,” Betty whispers as Jughead leans
in to kiss the spot just under her ear.
“I know,” he replies, catching her lips with his and kissing
her so gently she feels like her soul might break. When he pulls away, his eyes
are so sincere, her heart feels full. She raises a hand to his face and traces
his cheekbones with a fingertip.
“Juggie –“ she starts, her breath catching with the weight
of what she’s about to say. It’s not like she’s never said it before. She has. To
Archie. To Veronica. To her parents. Even to Polly. But this time it’s
different, this time it means more than it ever has.
“Juggie, I love you.”
Jughead’s face breaks into a smile so genuine and happy that
she can’t help but pull him in for another kiss.
“I love you too, Betts,” he breathes against her mouth,
repeating it with each kiss he trails down her neck while she tries to stop
herself from smiling madly by biting down on her lip.
And at that moment, in the waning afternoon sun lighting up the
soft waves of Jughead’s hair and his safe presence enveloping her, Betty knew
that she’d found something she never wanted to lose.
This is Abner from my fic In Love, Serenity: Summoned by Leliana for her particular skills as an assassin, Abner appeared to the Inquisition shrouded in mystery. A quick-witted woman of determination, strength, and few words, she takes shit from no one, though she’ll dish it out in spades.
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