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First Time Sin Times have passed, their relationship grew, but can they sum up the courage to go a little farther?

She really had this strange impact on him, she really did. Rachel wasn’t this quiet and self-loathing girl he first encountered her as, but now as this gorgeous woman who became more involved in his life. Their comfort zones expanded more and more over time until that comfort became mutual longing for one another. They craved their embrace, their warmth, their scent, and even their kiss.

Their touch and their kiss was so damned addictive, if one person didn’t start it, then surely, the other would. It ranged from simple to steamy, but lately, their innocent intimacy stayed in the steamy category. There was a sort of spell that enthralled the pair to push their emotional limits further and further. It was so confusing, yet also alluring at the same time.

Zack himself was utterly confused to do about these new feelings, it made him act different, talk different, and also think different. Even looking at Ray, no matter how innocent she behaved, his mind brewed a flurry of different thoughts, and those of a nature he never thought a man like him would feel. He craved to touch every inch of her. Ray’s face, her lips, her neck, her brea-

Fuck.

Such thoughts felt like a plague, one who’s side effect made his body experience an annoying heat, but also a ravenous crave that left him uncomfortable in his own clothes. Zack had an impregnable feeling of want. Hell, it was getting to the point where he was starting to cave to newer instincts. His close call to just surrender himself to desire happened once in the shower, his mind drifted from his hands carefully washing his scarred body, to his imagination going wild and changing the roles that it may be Ray’s hands instead. Her hands were always soft and gentle, no matter what she did, it could be holding his hand or cradling his face close to hers. His lewd imaginations could only dream what how else it might feel elsewhere on his body.

No, he had to shake out of it. If he was suffering this bad with these strange temptations, then one could wonder just how Rachel was putting up with it.

She fared no better, but Ray had a calmer head on her shoulders, and was quick to deduce her reason for her overwhelming desire. They both wanted to be together on a whole new level.

Zack only knew vague basics of sex, the areas he roamed were shady and people tended to do the shadiest of things in his domain before they were cut down. The thought of engaging in an act once repulsed him, but now the tables have turned because he had someone to share this feeling with – and for the right reasons. Talking about this subject was both awkward and terrifying for both sides, neither one had any idea what to do, and they were afraid that this sense of intimate need would drive their partner away, especially Zack. Rachel was everything to him, she calmed his sense of mind, and made him feel what it was truly like to feel human again, to feel both loved and wanted. For Zack to lose that could break him. However, they’ve built so much trust in one another, like there was this silent agreement that neither one would bring undesired harm to the other person. Whatever action was done, had its good reason.

They just needed to keep talking, and plan. Should the day to finally act on this desire came, they would be prepared, both physically and emotionally.

It did feel like a weight was lifted off their chest, the pair had this mutual attraction for each other and wanted to pursue it further, and they decided to handle the problem better instead of just diving into it. Well, Ray did most of the talking, she knew Zack guided himself with instinct more than ever.

There were the following days where the two often got lost with their amorous kisses, but they still didn’t feel ready yet to take that next step. They’d even ask their beloved partner if they felt comfortable to go even further, but knew not to pursue if they weren’t ready yet. Some days they’d try and push themselves further out of the comfort zones, the next would just end with them catching their breaths after a simple but passionate lip-lock session.

Little by little that comfort zone began to deteriorate, their hands began to explore more of their partner’s body - touching their stomachs, shedding one article of clothing to reduce their body heat, even kissing other places their mouths have never been before.

Ray knew Zack felt uncomfortable with exposing his whole body under his wrappings, he had shown it to her once already, but she never goaded him into showing it more often – she did encourage it to remind him he was still beautiful. Zack, however, got to see what she hid under her shirt. She was god damn beautiful in his odd colored eyes, such soft porcelain skin, smooth curved body, and supple breasts hiding underneath a small bra.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Ray…”

“So are you, Zack…”

Maybe they didn’t feel ready to claim each other yet, but perhaps going a little further into that territory would ease their worries. A little more clothing was removed, and they would remain in their undergarments.

“…Y-you’re okay so far?” Zack asks.

It was so unlike him to be nervous, but they’ve gotten so far already, he didn’t want to push Ray further that it could drive her away.

“Yeah…I’m just…a little nervous…” Ray replied, “how about you?”

“I’m in the same boat…” Zack said, “…I’m willing to keep going…if you are…”

Ray had a look of uncertainty on her face and Zack was quick to notice it.

“Hey…if you wanna stop now, we’ll stop…” Zack said, “…you fucking matter a lot to me. If you aren’t feeling alright with this, then tell me. Don’t swallow your pride just for my sake. I maybe a killer, but I am a respectable male adult.”

Soon, he placed his hands onto her face and pulled her close to softly kiss her lips, “Beg for me to stop when you want me to. Beg for me to keep going when you need me to…okay? I got ears, and I know they’re not charred enough to not hear you. I’ll listen.”

Ray stared into Zack’s heterochromatic eyes for a moment, and lightly nodded with a sweet smile. She mattered to him, her happiness mattered above all else, and she felt the same for him.

“Hey Zack…I know you don’t like taking off your bandages…but, could you at least take off the ones on your hands and face?” Rachel requested.

“W-Why?”

Ray felt red creep her face as she answered, “…So, you can touch me better…”

Isaac’s mind went blank, but he fulfilled to her request. First came the wrappings off his hands, tossing the breathable cloth to the side and then unraveled the last bits covering his scarred face. Before insecurity could set in, Ray leaned up to softly kiss at Zack’s lips and cheek, all the while her fingers tenderly trailed his facial scars. Such a sweet expression drove him to motion her back to his lips so he could deepen it into something more passionate.

They drowned in desire, the moment they got a taste of each other, and Ray’s hands trailed down to Zack’s chest, slowly caressing his muscles under her touch, while curiously trailing her hands lower. They slowly parted for air and watched where Rachel’s adventurous hands wandered, they comfortably laid at his lap.

This was very far, yet her mind didn’t scream at her to stop, Ray glanced up to Zack for some sort of sign for her to. There was none, instead, there was a sense of both excitement and curiosity in his eyes.

They teetered past the comfort zone, just a few more pushes before they went too far.

Ray’s hands trailed to the rim of Zack’s boxers and began to carefully slide her fingers into position. Zack wasn’t resisting her, but instead, helped her by shuffling to allow her to take the clothing off. Isaac’s heart thumped in his chest, he’s still trying to process that he was going to completely undress in front of her, but that was part of the ritual of love-making, wasn’t it?

He felt his bottom half become draftier with every inch of his covering being pulled down, and did Rachel’s face turn red when she did get a good look at him.

He was hard, and it showed the very moment Zack’s boxers were bunched at his knees.

“…Are you alright?” Zack asks.

Ray had trouble forming words in her mouth and quickly nodded, “Y-yeah…sorry, I’m um…still feeling kind of like a prude. I’m also having a hard time believing that I’m seeing you…um…c-completely…”

Zack nervously laughed, “Yeah, me too…”

“I’m not scared though…kind of curious now, since I got a glance at you…”

“Curious?”

Ray lightly nods, “…Like…how much further I’m willing to go…I’m not getting the feeling of retreat yet.”

“…I’m not either…”

Zack allowed Rachel to continue undressing him, and watched the undergarment get dropped to the side of the mattress. They’ve definitely gone past the border of their comfort, but it felt more natural with each minute of boldness they showed. Ray brought her hands back to Zack’s lap, and let her fingers gently caress his thighs. Zack held his breath as he watched her soft digits get closer to his erection, the very moment he felt her curious fingertips graze his sensitive skin, his whole body shuddered, and had a sensation of electricity shooting down his spine.

God, her curious touches was sending a flurry of sensations and emotions in his head, he could feel his body pulse in response her innocent fondling, it was a hot, tingling, and desirous sensation. Like a fire that needed to be stoked, a fire he was not fearful of. Soon, Rachel’s fingers grazed the head of his cock, and he quickly felt that sensation hit him hard. Zack quickly uttered a sound he never made before, sure he made pleased groans and hums, but he moaned.

“Did I hurt you?” Ray asked, in a small panic.

“No…god no…” Zack panted, “…do it again…please?”

It’s rare for him to say please, but if it drove him to do it, then she must’ve done something really favorable. If it was a pleasing sound he made, then Ray wanted to hear it again.

Ray brought her other hand up to gently grasp Isaac’s hard member as her hand returned to where it was before and brought her fingers to pet the area again. She could feel Zack quiver under her touch as he breathed that same sound once more. A longer moan. Under his scars, Zack’s face was starting to flush, and he had this look in his eyes that begged her not to stop. If she got him into this state just by a touch alone, her mind began to ponder how badly he’d melt with more of her curious touches.

Comfort zones were now non-existent at this point.

Zack tried so hard to stifle himself from making such strange noises, he didn’t mind the other sounds he made while kissing Ray, but this vocalization was different, and a little embarrassing. It made him sound helpless, but a willing helplessness – it wasn’t him, not at all, but he felt so oddly okay with it.

Ray’s fingertips grazed and caressed every bit of the tip of Zack’s length, she noticed Zack’s hips would move either on reflex or automatically. This got Ray wondering, as her hand holding onto him decided to imitate it. Her hand had a gentle but firm grip as she motioned it up and down, feeling Zack’s skin glide along with her action.

“Ray…” Zack moaned out.

He didn’t need anything in particular, he just wanted to breathe her name as his body was trapped in this pleasure Rachel was giving him. It felt really fucking good to say it. So, he did, over and over again.

Ray felt her body grow hot the more she listened to Zack’s heavy breaths and alluring vocals, it was driving her mind to flood with more carnal instincts, so her hand went a little faster. Isaac felt his legs spread open a little more for her automatically, giving her plenty of room to do as she pleased with him.

Soon, she began to feel something slick and sticky coat her fingers, it couldn’t have been sweat. No, it was flowing out from Zack the more her hands pleasured him. Right, she remembered reading something about it one day after their “talk” in a health book. Pre-ejaculate. That was it. She had driven Zack to that point of arousal - they were engaging in foreplay, or sexual stimulation to be a little more descriptive. It was a consensual sexual activity, but not at the point of penetration yet. However, she seemed comfortable with it, hearing these new sounds coming from Zack excited her, so did seeing this vulnerable expression on his face – especially for a guy like him.

“Zack…” Ray whispers.

The gruff man felt a damn good shudder crawl up his spine.

“Again…say it again…” Zack begged.

She leaned close to his ear, then tenderly breathed out his name once more.

“Isaac.”

He breathed out a longer moan, just hearing that seemed to double the pleasure he felt, Zack wrapped an arm around Rachel’s waist as he brought himself to start kissing at her neck, hell, he even dragged his tongue along her collarbone the more aroused he was. This played out far better than the fantasies that haunted his mind and his dreams, if this small moment of curious indulgence felt amazing, he wandered how the real thing would feel. Wanting to hear Ray’s voice beckon him like she’s doing now as he would bring her this sensual nirvana was getting him very excited, and the growing heat coursing through his body felt like it was going to envelop him any second. Isaac also felt like his body wanted to burst, he didn’t know why or how, but it caused him to growl out aroused groans.

Sweat trickled down Zack’s forehead as his moans were becoming heavier, and his hips thrust upward a couple times in Ray’s pacing grip.

“Ray…” he moaned out again.

It sounded like he wanted to say something to her.

“…O-out…something…wants out….”

Zack was reaching his climax and didn’t know it. Ray felt he was trickling more of the sticky substance than before, as she continued to stroke his aroused cock. She decided to do one more increase in pace, and felt Zack grip tightly on her waist. The man buried his face in her neck as that feeling inside continued to build, he wanted to let it out so badly, but something just didn’t spark the ignition yet.

“Isaac…I love you…” Rachel whispered.

Those tender words of affection made his heart skip a bit, but it was enough to feel the heat change into a surge of passionate ecstasy that swept right through him, Zack’s body shuddered as he vocalized one last cry of pleasure, and could feel his body release something as he was lost in this rapturous feeling that consumed his body. Rachel felt Zack throb under her snug grip until something spilled onto her, she pulled back on reflex, and saw that Zack had expelled a white substance from himself. He just came.

Isaac panted heavily to catch his breath and slowly sat himself straight, his mind was still jumbled from the event that happened, but he noticed Ray was looking around for something.

“…What’s wrong?”

Ray’s face turned slightly red, “…I…um…need something to wipe this off…”

Zack’s bi-colored eyes trailed to Ray’s hands, he slightly blushed, for he knew it must’ve come from him – it could explain the feeling he had of something needing to be released from his body. Whatever this weird substance was, he could agree she needed something to wipe it off.

Zack reached down and grabbed the article of clothing beside the bed - it was just his boxers, fuck it, he’ll just go commando for a while. He brought the undergarment to let her clean off the bulk from her hands.

“Um…go wash up if you want…sorry about that.”

“It’s alright, Zack…it’s supposed to happen…” Rachel replied. “Health books never explained just how messy it would get…”

Zack quietly laughed to himself with a simple roll of the eyes, then watched Rachel get up to wash herself. Zack’s eyes trailed down from her exposed back to her hips, then her buttocks. She did have a sway of sorts when she walked, Zack seemed to notice that and felt that aroused shiver crawl down his spine.

After this activity, they both felt they made a good push through the boundaries of nervousness and discomfort. If Ray could turn Zack into a moaning mess, then he was indeed going to return the favor.

Once it was his turn to undress her, Zack admired every detail of Rachel’s uncovered body. She appeared so beautiful and vulnerable to him, he could drag his fingers down every inch of her and still wouldn’t get enough of the sensation of her soft skin. Not to mention, her nude body looked like something he’d see in pictures of marble statues, both wonderful and deific-like to every detail.

“You’re still fucking gorgeous Ray…don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise…” Zack muttered.

“C-come on, Zack…you don’t need to say that about me…” Ray replied, feeling both shyness and self-doubt.

“I will say it, and there’s not a damn thing you’re gonna do about it,” Zack lightly growled as he tenderly kissed at Rachel’s neck.

Isaac was obviously rough around the edges, but his lips and tender strokes of the fingers said otherwise. Rachel felt heat grace her cheeks the more Zack kissed at her neck, and even guided her to lay down onto the bed.

“Relax, okay? I just want to kiss you a little more…” Zack whispered into her ear.

“I won’t stop you…”

“Good girl,” Zack quietly replied as he trailed his lips along Ray’s collarbone.

Nothing went unkissed – her neck, lips, shoulders, and cheeks. As he trailed it down more, it changed from nibbles to hungrily trailing his tongue down her body. The woman was getting goosebumps from the sensations she was getting with every new spot Zack focused his attention on.

If Zack was going to get Ray to moan and mewl his name in pleasure like he had done, he should start now. Her breasts were the first target, one hand trailed up and lightly groped at her bosoms. Rachel flinched slightly with a quiet whimper, but felt Zack quickly peck her on the lips.

“I’m not gonna hurt ya’…” he whispered. “is that okay?”

Rachel breathed for a moment to collect her thoughts, then nodded to allow him to continue. It was embarrassing, but not uncomfortable. She trusted Zack, after all.

Zack allowed his hand to lightly fondle Rachel’s supple breasts, his fingers gently toyed with the nipple in each breast, and felt as it hardened under his touch. He could hear Ray’s breath get heavy, but it wasn’t exactly a moan yet – better switch with his mouth. Isaac leaned down, then trailed his tongue along it, even played with the petite nubs a couple times before letting his lips have a turn.

“Z-Zack…” she whimpered.

Oh, he was getting close.

Maybe if he went lower, like what Ray did, he’d get the desired result. That’s what he did, bringing his oral assault on her body further downwards. He targeted her navel, her hips, her thigh, then found himself to her inner thigh.

Rachel’s heart couldn’t stop pounding, she was both anticipating and not anticipating at the same time of what this man was going to do to her. Zack felt that sense of arousal again as he gazed at her body, and even had this strange sensation of hunger. He held one of her legs firmly with his hand, then gently spread it slightly open for him. Then Zack brought his free hand up to have a feel of her for the first time.

His scarred fingertips gently grazed her silky soft skin along Ray’s hips, she made a good call to request him to remove the wrappings off his hands and face, otherwise he’d lose his god damn mind to feel the cloth restrict such an alluring sensation. Slowly they trailed downward, and he could feel Rachel get goosebumps again, this drove him to continue his own journey to fulfill his curiosity further. Soon, they had made their way between the woman’s legs, and Rachel felt the need to grasp onto something for some kind of security.

She clenched onto the sheets beneath her as Zack’s fingers started to explore and fondle her aroused womanhood.

Out of every part of Rachel’s body he had the honor of touching, this area had all sorts different feelings – it was slick, wet, and hot underneath his fingers. No matter what area he grazed, he could feel a throb in his touch. What she did to him, he would do the same, and allowed his digits to play with her own arousal.

It felt sort of invasive, hot, but so pleasing to Ray, she tried her best to stay silent the best she could until she could bare it no longer, and breathed out a soft moan.

Zack could swear he might get hard again by the time he was finished with her.

His heterochromatic eyes gazed at the woman underneath him as his fingers stroked the area again, he was sure it would get slicker and much more heated as he continued. Rachel writhed under his touch and felt her hips try and follow the man’s fingers, as if her body guided him to touch all the right spots, and when he did, she was not quiet about it.

The hunger he felt grew the more he listened to Ray’s moans and whimpers, and he even licked his lips as he watched what he was doing to her. Whatever thoughts were running through his head, he was going to let instinct be his guide again.

Zack stopped for a moment and heard Rachel try to catch her breath, his scarred fingers were soaked, and he followed a desirous need to lap it off. Ray focused her attention to the man above her and watched as Zack dragged his tongue against the digits he pleasured her with, he had this flushed, yet ravenous look in his eyes as he uttered aroused growls under his breath.

This taste, her taste sparked something in Isaac, he wanted to devour her and make her scream his name out in this strange and new pleasure they were experiencing. He sure wasn’t fucking nervous anymore.

Ray felt Zack bring his hands to both her legs and lightly grip at them to keep them apart, her heart raced like mad as she was expecting Zack to caress between her legs once more, but she did not expect him to dip his head down instead. The woman quickly covered her mouth as she felt something fondle her again, but she knew it was not his fingers, they were still firmly planted on her legs – it could mean it was his tongue.

It was weird, it wasn’t unpleasant, but it was weird. Ray could feel Zack drag his tongue up and down every inch of her quivering womanhood, even his lips enveloped her heat as he lapped, kissed, and sucked between her legs. She’s never expected they’d take it this far with oral sex as well, but internally, she was not complaining. For their first time, it felt amazing.

Zack came to learn there was a certain spot that made Ray moan the loudest, just like his own reaction to her touches, there was a little spot his tongue could graze and tease rather easily to make her squirm uncontrollably – and he went right for it.

Ray panted heavily as she felt like her body was on fire, her legs were practically numb at his point, and she could feel Zack’s hot breaths and hums of his voice rattle on her body.

“Zack…” she purred.

The man shuddered again, and breathed out soft growls from her voice turning him on.

“…Louder…”

“Isaac…” Ray moaned out. She could feel Zack relentlessly go down on her once more.

Fuck, now he was hard again, Ray’s taste was one thing that pushed him, but hearing her voice beckon his name in a pleased and begging manner made him want to pin her down and fuck her right now. He was thinking with his desires again, Ray’s comfort was important too, but with her tone of voice, she must be thinking the same thing as well.

Rachel’s hips squirmed more than usual when she felt that heat between her legs swarm like a growing wildfire, Zack showed no signs of stopping his oral assault on her most sensitive areas, he even learned how to flick his tongue to tease it even more and get a better reaction out of Ray.

This made Ray arch her back as she yelped out Zack’s name once more, no wonder Zack was so vocal when she pleased him, and if she had done the same action Zack was doing now, one could only imagine how he could react. One of her hands let go of the sheet underneath her and ran her fingers right into Zack’s hair. This felt very pleasing to him, it told him that Ray appreciates that he and only he was giving her this feeling, and loved him enough to let him get this close.

This was indeed a great push beyond the boundaries of the comfort zone, it now proved they trust each other enough to engage in intimate acts because they cared more for how their partners felt, and encouraged each other if insecurity plagued them about their body. After all, they adored the other’s body, they were both beautiful and handsome in their eyes and wanted to give into hidden desires to show their love for it, and were they ever rewarded for it.

As Zack continued his hungry barrage of licks and kisses, Ray could feel a sensation like she was teetering over the edge, this must mean she herself was reaching her end, and Zack was pushing her ever so closer to it. She felt Zack’s mouth envelop her one last time as his pleased hums rumbled on her body again, this was enough to make her become lost in this hot and blissful feeling that made her body numbed by no other feeling than this.

Isaac’s ears were ringing as she heard Ray pant out a few sharp moans before crying out Zack’s name, her fingers clenched onto the sheets and a small tuft of Zack’s hair tightly as pleasure ran rampant through her body. The man winced slightly from the unintentional rough handling, but he could easily shrug it off, all he cared was looking at Ray as she was experiencing the same feeling of sexual rapture he had felt. Holy shit, it was a gorgeous sight to see her trapped in her first orgasm. He did that to her, he was able to make her feel that incredible.

The ability to make their partner so weak and lost just under touch alone was both scary and amazing at the same time. For their partners being willing enough to allow it to happen, it was fucking intoxicating, such a word was best to describe the feeling they got as they listened to their beloved breathe their name in rapture, offer their bodies to be manipulated how the other pleased, and permitted their partners to drive them to a whole new level of sensations never thought possible.

It was no wonder they were hesitant to take that step sooner, there was still so much to take in. Yet, both Zack and Ray were eager to learn now.

Zack leaned in to have one final taste before pulling back to let Ray catch her breath, he knew that he was never going to have enough of her.

Soon, he tenderly kissed at Rachel’s neck, bringing himself up to her cheek, but felt her weakly stop him from her lips.

“Hey, what’s up?” Zack asks.

Ray’s cheeks were already flushed, but it was obvious that she was shy to address the reason.

“Your mouth was down there…it’ll be weird,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, and yer hand was on my dick earlier, but that didn’t stop ya’ from dragging it through my hair,” Zack retorted, “Don’t care if you’re gonna say you washed your hands, they still camped down there.”

That made Rachel snicker, sure it was blunt, but he was right. Pretty sure if they did this more often, it would wind up past the point of not caring, to hell with modesty then. Rachel allowed Zack to continue, and he was quick to capture her lips. At this point, they didn’t care that they were still naked with him on top of her, they just wanted to share a short moment of sweet tenderness before deciding what to do next.

“I love you, Zack…”

“…I love you too, Ray…” Zack whispered back at her.

His body was pressed against hers, with Zack’s hips resting on Ray’s, but both of them didn’t seem to acknowledge it for the time being.

“So, what now? We did some pretty amazing shit,” Zack asked, “…if…you know…you want to see how much further this goes…I’m not gonna argue.”

Rachel leaned up to tenderly peck at his lips, “Don’t feel like stopping for now? Because I’m not…”

Zack’s face began to blush, “We’re gonna fuck?”

“Well if you say it like that, it sounds like there’s no love behind it,” Ray said with a pout.

“Y-you know what I mean!” Zack replied in a flustered manner, “…we’ve known each other for how long now? Ya’ know my language isn’t poetic.”

Rachel quietly laughed, then leaned up to kiss at his cheek.

“I know, I just felt like messing with you…”

Now, Zack was the one to pout, then brought his fingers to run through her golden locks.

“So, how do we start this?”

“How about kissing to start things off…then see how it takes us from there,” Ray replied.

That sounded like a plan, and Zack quickly brought himself down to kiss Ray deeply. Now that they were comfortable with their bodies being out in the open, this gave them more freedom to touch their partners when their kiss got heated, and it wasn’t long until it did.

Isaac brought a hand up to play with Rachel’s breast as their kiss turned steamy, while Rachel wrapped a leg around Zack’s waist to keep him close, Ray’s fingers began to secretly tug off the wrapping that covered the man’s torso. Zack would retaliate, but at this point, no fucks were given - plus it felt relieving to have his body cool off better with no cloth trapping his body heat and sweat.

A simple kiss turned into heavy making out, their tongues finding one another to give the lovers a taste of sweet sin, their bodies began to build up in heat once more, and eager to do more than just lay there in intimate caresses. Zack was already hard, and hearing Ray moan in his mouth as he fondled her breast only roused his feeling of want more. Normally, when they get heated like this, he’d sometimes tease her by a simple grind of the hips, but he had forgotten that they had nothing on. So, when Isaac decided to give her that small usual tease, the results were different, and it caused the both of them to break the kiss to utter out their own sounds of pleasure.

Zack lift his upper torso to glance at their hips, his member was snugly rested between Ray’s folds. Since there was no restriction of clothing between them, he had rubbed their own sexual parts together without realizing it. Damn it felt good, perhaps a little bit teases before the main event should spice things up. It may be their first time together, but it should be one that neither one will forget.

Zack hovered over her again and moved his hips once more, feeling Ray wrap her arms around Zack’s shoulders while her leg stayed at his hip. Back and forth he moved his body, feeling her heat against his in this soothing rhythm - he shouldn’t get too caught in this, no matter how good it felt. It didn’t help that the sweet areas he rubbed against caused Ray’s hips to buck up on reflex.

“Fuck…” Zack breathed out.

He trailed his hands back to Ray’s hips, then lightly shook off the last bits of wrappings that clung stubbornly from his body, he held onto her as he had this longing gleam in his odd colored eyes.

“I think I’m ready now, Ray…”

Rachel glanced up at the man and lightly nodded, “…Me too…”

“No retreat?”

“Don’t keep me waiting,” Ray stubbornly answered.

Zack smirked to himself as he reached down to the pants that were discarded to the side, in the back pocket was a condom he had stashed away should this time ever come. Ray was the one that talked to him about rubbers and contraceptives, thank god she did, his straightforward ways would’ve complicated matters for them – though the planning part about it was embarrassing. He wanted to forget having to figure out on his own what size was perfect for him based on what symbols he could memorize, at least that struggle was out of the way.

The man ripped open the package as Ray decided to muster a little more patience for Isaac to prepare himself. As he slipped it on, he got himself back into position, his hand anchored himself at Ray’s thighs, while the other hand held onto his cock to slide into her.

“Nervous?” Ray quietly asks.

“Yeah…”

“…Me too,” Ray replies, “…but I trust you…”

“Thanks…” Zack spoke, “…hey, if I hurt you…lemme know, alright?”

“I will.”

“Good girl…” Zack said.

No matter how many times he said those words, it made Rachel feel warm inside.

Soon, Zack was pushing himself into her, and felt a hot snugness as he entered her. His penetration was a little hard to take in, this was her first time, after all, and he was a little big for comfort, so Rachel unwillingly allowed herself to wince if her body began to sting.

“Ray…say something, if I’m hurting you, I’ll stop,” Zack pleaded.

“It’s my first time, don’t stop please,” Ray begged, “i-it just stings…I’ll adjust.”

“It’s not unbearable?”

“Just a small discomfort,” Ray replied, then nudged him to push further inside her, “Thank you for your concern…”

Zack still felt very uneasy, but he trusted Rachel’s judgement, she did more research on this matter, while Isaac’s illiteracy kept him clueless. He only knew the basic mechanics from observing his victims, and instincts telling him what to do, after all, it did get them this far. Zack took a breath as he inched himself deeper inside her until he felt that he was truly connected with her. The small pain faded away as soon as she felt Zack pause from venturing inside her, and gazed at the man hovering above her, there was this look in his eyes that said something clear as day.

‘You’re mine now.’

Ray reached her hands up to tenderly pull his face to hers and captured his lips to confirm his claim to her body. With a small and sweet kiss, Zack reluctantly pulled way, for he needed all the breath he could get for what he was about to do.

Their bodies were fused together in this passionate and slight sinful moment of love, it wasn’t the two of them engaging this this act, but their bodies moving mutually as one to achieve the ultimate point of rapture – together.

Zack gently pulled one of Ray’s hands off him to lay on the bed as he laced their fingers together, his other hand remained at his lover’s hip, and he shifted his body to ready itself for motion. Like before, he pulled his hips back, the combined feeling of heat and snugness inside of Ray sent a tingle down the man’s spine, and he gently pushed himself back in. Both the lubrication from the rubber and even Ray herself made it easy for Isaac to slide back in with no resistance, so this made the thrusting of his hips much simpler and comfortable for both lovers.

The pace started off slow and gentle at first, Isaac carefully motioning his hard member in and out of her as Ray softly moaned his name – his full name. Ray’s body quivered from this intrusive heat gliding in and out of her, touching sensitive areas that she never knew that she had, and tagging spots that made her throw her head back a couple times.

“Does it hurt when I do that?” Zack breathed.

Ray quickly shook her head, then bucked her hips up as a signal for him to do it again.

“Feels good, then?” Zack softly laughed. “Gotcha…”

Perhaps a pick-up in pace would drive her wild if he got that spot again, so he began to motion his hips much quicker. He must be hitting her sweet spot more often now, Ray was yelping out loud moans and squirming more than usual, not to mention her bodily reactions were bringing him pleasure as well. Zack breathed his own sighs of satisfaction from the slippery friction and growing heat between each other, and hearing Ray shout his name in delight while her body shook only increased that feeling.

Zack may have taken Ray’s body to be his, but he wanted the world to know, he quickly leaned to Rachel and began to kiss and bite at her skin. He wasn’t being rough or aggressive, but he did want to leave marks in every bit of her porcelain skin as proof that Ray belonged to him. Rachel was too swept up in the pleasure she was experiencing in their first sexual intercourse, she hardly even noticed or possibly cared if Zack set his teeth upon her like a ravenous wolf.

“Zack…” she moaned.

“Ray…louder…” Zack replied.

Zack wanted to hear her shout it, declare that he was the one giving her an intoxicating pleasure.

Rachel sharply gasped as she felt him find her sweet spot once more, and shouted his name as she wrapped both legs around his waist.

“Isaac!”

Fuck, it felt good to hear her shout like that, he decided to return the favor back to her, though a little more sensual to rile her up. Zack leaned to her ear and began to whisper soft moans into it.

“Rachel…” he moaned repeatedly.

She quivered again, Isaac’s relentless thrusts and his tender name beckoning was too much for her brain to process, it was like a sensory overload. Was he being soft or was he being bluntly straightforward? This perception of not knowing what he was up to only made the pleasure grow from this feeling of sensory randomization.

‘Beg for me to keep going when you need me to…’

Zack’s words repeated in Ray’s head, whatever desires that followed with it, she had to let her lover know.

“Faster…” she whispered.

“Speak up.”

Soon, Isaac felt Rachel’s legs push him down against her with stubborn demand.

“Go faster! Please Zack!” she shouted.

She was begging him for pleasure, Zack hungrily nipped at her shoulder as his hand held her hip tightly and allowed the speed of his thrusts to increase. Zack breathed out Ray’s name a few times followed by stimulated growls, Rachel threw her head back again from her and Zack’s heat growing ever stronger and the overwhelming stimulation consuming her when her most sensitive spots were rubbed just right.

Isaac was getting that sensation of something wanting to burst from him, now that he had experienced it before, he knew that he was going to cum. Judging by how Ray writhed underneath him, and how often she elicited her lewd cries, his dear woman was reaching her climax too. What upped the ante is both lovers could feel their bodies giving signals of their upcoming ecstasy, they pulsed wildly like a racing heartbeat, and just needed another push to send them both teetering over that edge.

Even Zack began to utter more moans as he breathed, the sensation of his upcoming release building was slowly becoming too much to bear, but he wanted to see Rachel’s face one more time – the expression of pure bliss. Her bliss. It was far more pleasing for him to see than a face of despair in any given day.

Just a little more, perhaps getting that sweet spot a few more times ought to do the trick. Zack tenderly kissed at Rachel’s neck as he thrust his length a little deeper into her, feeling the woman underneath him squirm as she sharply gasped. He got it. Zack made sure not to harm Ray as he tried to bring her ever so closer to her climax, he grazed that spot repeatedly until Ray wrapped herself tighter around him, her moans were drawing out much longer.

This was it. Zack was driving her to her sexual peak, and it was all for him to see.

His heterochromatic eyes locked onto Ray as he kept his pace going, he could even feel her body succumb to her orgasm, he could feel it this time, and it felt god damn amazing. It was indeed like they were of one body.

Watching this woman’s expression of both love and pleasure as she cried the name of the person who made her this way excited Zack so much. Just this sight and sensation made Isaac moan out Ray’s full name a couple times. Hearing her moan his name, while he beckoned hers was like a strange music to his ears - a song that gave both partners an exciting stimulation.

It was only a matter of time until his own orgasm was on the rise, it was threatening to take hold for some time now, and he managed to buy enough time to make Rachel be trapped in its net first. Zack paced his hips just a little more until his own heat was starting to envelop him. Ray could feel Zack’s invasiveness throb inside her, a familiar sensation she just endured, which meant that Isaac was seconds from cumming.

“Ray…I’m…” Zack tried to warn.

Rachel leaned up to confirm she got his message and kissed him deeply, but broke it halfway to let Zack catch his breath as his climax was taking over. So, they were just nose to nose, with their lips grazing each other, with an occasional meet of the tongues.

Zack let out a sharp gasp at first, then an elongated moan, as his body shook this time when he felt his release. Their pleasure during intercourse was much different from the previous pleasures they felt, because they were of one body, it made such a tender sensation increase ten-fold. Rachel nuzzled Zack’s neck as he tried catching his breath, his body still shuddered as the entrancing pleasure began to leave his body.

For a man with incredible stamina, Zack felt like his depleted the very moment he came like this. He was exhausted, but summoned the last bits of energy to nuzzle Rachel in return, then carefully pulled his spent body out of her. Good thing a trash can was nearby, Zack was too worn to get up and do anything, all he had left to do is to remove the spent rubber off his body, toss it into the bin, then lay his tired body down. As soon as his body collapsed onto the mattress, Rachel snuggled up against his chest, and Zack wrapped his scarred arms around her frame.

Soon, this afterglow began to fill the area around them. Like all was right with the world now.

“I love you, Zack…” Ray quietly spoke.

“Love you too, Ray…” Zack tiredly replied, “…are you feeling alright?”

“I am…though there is some faint soreness from your bites…”

Zack snickered a little, “Sorry, I kinda got carried away there. I’ll kiss ‘em later…”

“Clearly, you did get carried away,” Ray quietly laughed in return, then reflected on their actions, “…I’m glad we both finally did this. It was…really quite the experience…I can’t put it into words.”

“Fucking amazing, if ya’ wanna keep it simple,” Zack bluntly said.

Ray giggled to his reply, then softly pecked his lips. She noticed Isaac was having trouble keeping his eyes open, during their tender moment of conversation.

“…Are you getting sleepy?”

“I’m fuckin’ beat…” Zack mumbled, “pleasing ya’ took more out of me than I thought…”

“Want to go to sleep?”

Zack lightly nodded as his arms gently caressed Ray’s back up and down in soft strokes, “I will if you’re joining me.”

Ray gave Zack a sweet and loving grin, “You know I am, Zack…”

Zack returned a smile back at her, “Good girl…”

The two lovers got into a comfortable position to sleep as they drifted off in each other’s arms. They’ve just gone through a life-changing experience together that bonded them more than ever. Zack and Ray have given each other a piece of themselves during the passionate merging of bodies – both their heart and their souls. No one else was to ever have it, but themselves.

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Exchange Romance - Part 3

Part 1 - https://daisy-chain-gardens.tumblr.com/post/162913902685/exchange-romance

Part 2 - https://daisy-chain-gardens.tumblr.com/post/162947052535/exchange-romance-part-2

A/N - Me again. Sorry for the two week break but I went on holiday with my host fam so not really that sorry. I am sorry however for giving you ugly links again though because I haven’t had time to figure out how to make them pretty. This is un-edited but I’ll edit it in the morning. Shout out to the lovely @marieherondalebookfangirl because she is the absolute cutest. On a more content related note, I did some research and couldn’t find out when Betty’s birthday was so it’s now November 16th in this universe. If her actual birthday has been said somewhere and I missed it, sorry!

Summary: How will Betty’s birthday go down?

Word Count: 4,631

A ringing noise filled Betty’s room early, really early. She reached over and grabbed her phone. The bright momentarily blinding her as she fumbled around trying to lower the brightness and answer the call at the same time.

“Elizabeth, happy birthday!” Alice’s chirpy voice seemed about fifty times too loud for Betty’s ears at this time in the morning.

“Thanks Mum. You know it’s 5:30 in the morning here, right?” Betty croaked in the direction of the phone, her eyes still not functioning properly.

“Oh no, have I screwed up the time difference again? I was wondering why you were looking like that. Should I call back later?”

“No, no it’s fine Mum. I’m already awake so we might as well talk now,” Betty replied, ignoring her mother's dig at her appearance while she tried to sit up. She rubbed her eyes to try and get rid of the sleep stuck in them.

“So, Elizabeth, any big plans for today?” A smile crossed the sleepy blonde’s face as she thought about today. It was finally her birthday, her favourite day of the year. Jug was coming over later to hang out and then they were going to catch up with Ronnie and Archie to watch movies and eat takeaways. It wasn’t anything major but she couldn’t wait.

“Nothing special. V and I are gonna have some friends over for movie and takeout tonight but I’m not getting up to much during the day.” Although Betty had never been the best at lying to her mother, it was a whole lot easier when she was thousand of miles away. “That sounds … nice. Have you been using that face cream I sent over? You’re skin is looking a bit irritated, you need to drink more water.” Alice pointed out. The screen froze momentarily, giving Betty enough time to roll her eyes without her mother noticing.

“Of course Mum. I’ll grab some water when I get out of bed. 5:30 in the morning remember?” Betty retaliated, hoping that it wasn’t too obvious how irritated she was at her mother for already putting her in a bad mood. Typical Alice Cooper.

“Well everything is going well here thanks for asking Elizabeth. Polly is coming home in a couple of weeks but she’s already on holiday. Honestly, I swear they are always on holiday at that university of hers. This is why you’re over there Elizabeth, remember that. I want something better for you than what Polly has.” Betty felt homesick at the mention of her beloved sister. The emotion quickly passed as it was replaced by disgust at her mother’s opinion of Polly’s education.

“I know Mum, I’m sure you won’t let me forget it.”

Alice continued to fill her youngest daughter in on various things happening in back in Wellington but Betty stopped listening after a while, having perfected the art of nodding and mumbling generic response at a very young age. A while later she broke out of her daze and interrupted her mother while she was complaining about a neighbour who had supposedly stolen one of their recycling bin.

“Sorry Mum but I need to go. Kevin was planning on calling me in ten minutes so I should probably get up and out of my pyjamas.”

“Of course Elizabeth. Happy birthday again. Don’t forget to drink some water before your friends call. I love you, have a great day.” “Thanks Mum, I will. Love you too,” Betty said before quickly hanging up.

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Betty’s phone rang again at exactly 6:30. She hurried over to where she’d left it on her dresser and answered it quickly.

“Happy birthday Betts!” Her friend’s voice greeted Betty as her face broke into a huge smile at the sight of her best friend.

“Aww thanks Kev, you’re the best.”

“Betts, Imiss you so much, you have no idea,” he exclaimed, the corner of his lips turning down in a fake pout.

“Trust me I know,” Betty replied as she sat down on her bed. “I did talk to you guys two days ago though.”

“Yeah we know but it’s not the same,” whined Kevin. “Anyway, on a lighter note, how are you going to celebrate the big one seven?”

“Umm, well I’m spending the day with Jughead and then we’re gonna watch movies with Ronnie and Arch tonight.”

“Oooh, Betty. And what exactly are you planning on doing with a whole day alone with your handsome prince, hmm?” Kevin waggled his eyebrows in question, reminding Betty of a cartoon character as she burst out laughing.

“Probably nothing even close to what you’re thinking in that screwed up little heads of yours Kev.”

“I’m hurt.” Kevin held a hand up to his chest in mock offense.” “But seriously, what are you doing.”

“I don’t actually know,” Betty confessed. “Jughead said he was planning something but he hasn’t let anything slip.”

“How intriguing. Be sure to fill me in on everything, and I mean everything.”

“I always do Kev.” Betty joked. The topic then turned to more trivial things as Kevin filled in his best friend on the various gossip that was currently circulating. The conversation kept flowing and Betty started to feel like she was back at home, sitting in her pink room on the phone to Kevin as he talked her ear off. It was a strange feeling, to be going through such a familiar routine but feeling so detached from it. Kevin eventually had to leave but Betty sat there for a long time. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared out the window.. All she really wanted in that moment was to be able to talk to Kevin for just a little while longer. To slip back into that bubble of familiarity instead of sitting here in isolation. To go home.

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Jughead strolled into the Lodge’s apartment at nine o’clock with a bunch of flowers in one hand and a small present in the other. He walked straight to Betty’s room and knocked softly on the door.

“Come in,” Betty’s voice sounded small and broken, forcing Jughead to open the door faster than he thought was humanly possible.

“Betty,” Jughead’s heart broke at the sight of her. She looked so small. Her hands quickly came up to her face to wipe away the tears but they just kept coming. He placed the flowers and the gift on top of her dresser before sitting down next to the broken blonde and hugging her tightly. He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head as she collapsed into him. “What’s wrong Betts?” Betty could hear the worry clearly in his voice as she pulled away from the hug, trying again to dry her teary eyes.

“It’s nothing, it’s stupid. Don’t worry about it Jug. I’m fine,” she replied with a fake smile. Jughead looked at her cautiously before resting his hand on one of her legs, his thumb moving in soft circles.

“Betts, come on, I know you. You don’t cry over nothing. What’s going on?” He asked again. She looked down at his thumb as the smile fell from her lips.

“I just … I’m just kinda homesick. I talked to Kevin this morning and just had this unexplainable urge to go back home,” Jughead’s hand moved from her leg to her check, brushing away the tears that had started to fall again. “It’s not that I don’t love it here, I mean it’s honestly a dream come true. In fact, I feel like this is a dream, like I’m not really living, you know? I feel like I’ve just hit pause on my life but no one else has. Everyone else is still carrying on with their everyday routine but I’m here on the other side of the world and no one cares. Everyone back home just assumes that I’m having the time of my life and everything is so easy and I’m living the ‘American dream’ or whatever. Everyone here just treats me like the new kid and makes fun of my accent. I just want things to be normal.” Her tears had dried up now as anger replaced her loneliness.

“Betty, it’s absolutely fine to be homesick. You’re allowed to break down sometimes. You’re allowed to cry and be angry and scream and kick stuff. You don’t need to be strong all the time. I don’t know how to help you with all of that stuff but I will personally beat up whoever makes you feel like you’re unwanted ok? Nobody should ever have to feel that way, especially not you.” Jughead pulled her into his arms again and this time she didn’t pull away. They stayed that way for a long time; Betty curled up around Jughead as he stroked her hair and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. A while later she sat up and looked out the window.

“It’s snowing,” she said quietly, her voice still hoarse from crying. She walked over to the window and Jughead couldn’t help but think how pure and innocent she looked. Her eyes were wide with wonder and she looked out at the white blanket falling over the town. Jughead got up slowly and stood next to her.

“Happy birthday Betts.”

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Betty had become too entranced by the snow to register that she hadn’t yet eaten. He offered to grab some breakfast and she nodded absent mindedly, not fully registering the question and the white flakes drifted past the glass. He chuckled under his breath before exiting the room in search of food. Veronica was in the kitchen making coffee when he arrived. Jughead was planning on making some toast or finding some cereal but there was already a tray full of pastries on the bench. He searched the cupboards for a clean plate before loading it up with pastries and fruit.

“Hey Jug, is B ok? I thought I heard her crying this morning but I didn’t really want to intrude.” Ronnie asked before taking a sip of her coffee.

“Yeah she’s ok. Just a bit homesick. It’s kind of hard for her, being away from her family and friends on her birthday.” Jughead replied while filling up two glasses with orange juice.

“That sucks. I know how much she was looking forward to her birthday but I didn’t even think about that. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.” Jughead smiled up at he in response before continuing to empty the kitchen of various breakfast foods.

“Actually,” he said, stopping what he was doing and turning around to face the dark haired girl. “I do have an idea but it might be kind of hard.”

“Anything for B. Just name it and I’ll sort it out.”

“Ok, so…”

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After their huge breakfast, Betty and Jughead put on their winter coats and stepped out into the snow. Jughead couldn’t stop smiling at his girlfriend. She was running and spinning and jumping around the streets as they walked. Despite his hatred of cellphones and what they did to society, Jughead couldn’t help himself when he pulled his out of his pocket and took some photos of the carefree blonde.

“You would think you’ve never seen snow, Betts,” Jughead quipped. He shoved his phone back into his pocket before she turned around.

“Well, I haven’t really. I mean, I’ve seen snow but I’ve never actually been outside while it’s snowing. Wellington gets cold but it’s right next to the sea so no snow for us.” Although her tone was slightly sad, Betty was beaming at the magical scene surrounding her.

“I guess I never really thought about that. Do you want to stay outside or should we find something to do indoors?” he asked her as her wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her tight.

“Outside, definitely.”

“Ok. I know somewhere we can go.” With that, she was off. She ran down the street, leaving Jughead far behind. Her laughter bounced around the deserted street and Jughead started to wonder if maybe snow was a bit magical. It had to be to turn the crying, broken girl he saw this morning into this playful, carefree Betty he was now chasing through Riverdale. She kept running and laughing and he kept chasing after her, street after street. Betty disappeared around another corner and Jughead followed not long after, his heavy breaths visible in the frozen weather. Once he turned the corner he stopped; Betty had disappeared. He looked around the empty street for the giggly blonde. He couldn’t see her anywhere and was just about to call her name when he felt something cold and wet on the back of his jacket. Sure enough, Betty was standing at the other end of the street, snowballs in hand.

“Watch out Betts. Remember you’re the one who hasn’t been in proper snow before!” He called out to her playfully as he crouched down to make his own snowballs. He managed to roll up two before he felt another one of Betty’s hit him, this time on the back of his head. He stood up to retaliate, only to find the street empty again. “Hey Betts! I got a present for you!” He yelled out while walking towards where he’s last seen her. He heard a faint giggle from behind a large letter box and slowly walked around it before throwing both of his snowballs at her, hitting her shoulder both times.

“Juggie!” She squealed before hitting her with her last ball. They both crouched down to make more, smiles wide on their faces and the sound of their laughter echoed off the houses. Several minutes later they were both soaked. Jughead had one snowball left and Betty tried to run away, only to be stopped by his arms wrapping around her waist and picking her up. Jughead put the snowball down her jacket and she squirmed and giggled as the snow melted down her back.

“I warned you Betty Cooper.” Jughead set her down on the ground in front of him and brushed a strand of hair back behind her air.

“That you did Jughead Jones.” Betty wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him for a second before pressing her lips to his. The kiss was slow but heated, soft, but passionate, all at the same time. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up, spinning her around as she giggled against his mouth. Jughead put her down gently and pulled his lips away slowly. His eyes stayed closed as he leant his forehead against hers, trying to remember every second of this perfect moment. He opened his eyes slowly to see her looking up at him expectantly.

“Happy Birthday Betts.”

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Eventually the smiling duo ended up at Sweetwater River. They held hands as the strolled along the snowy banks of the water before finally stopping at a large rock. Jughead sat down on the edge, Betty sitting right next to him and leaning her head onto his shoulder.

“Is this where you wanted to take me?’ Betty asks without turning her head. Her voice is soft so as not to disturb their peaceful surroundings.

“Yeah. This is kind of my spot,” Jughead replied. He reached over and put an arm around her shoulder before leaning his head on top of hers.

“It’s beautiful here, even with the snow. I don’t know why I haven’t come here before,” she wondered aloud. Jughead chuckled before replying.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but Ron isn’t really a big fan of nature.” Betty chuckled as well at the thought of Ronnie coming into the forest.

“Definitely. I can’t really see her in anything less than three inch heels, let alone sneakers. Plus there are way too many creepy crawlies for her liking.” They fell into a comfortable silence, watching the snow slowly dissolve in the half frozen river and listening to one another breathing. There weren’t any birds around but Betty could imagine the music they would make in warmer weather. Despite them both being soaked from head to toe after their snowball fight, neither of the felt the cold when they were wrapped up in each other’s arms. Betty was so caught up in the their surroundings that she didn’t notice Jughead slide his phone out of his pocket and take another photo of her.

“Before I lived with Archie I used to come here a lot.” He barely broke their silence. His voice was so soft that Betty thought she’d imagined it. She shifted slightly to look up at his face once he moved his head off of her’s. “Once my mum left with my sister, my dad used to come home drunk more and more often so I’d come and sit on this rock. I don’t know why it was here but it made me feel safe. Archie and I used to come here every day during the summer when we were kids to go swimming or fishing and I guess it just reminded me of when things were simple. When my family all lived under the same roof. When I didn’t have to worry about my dad’s drinking. When I was happy. I used to sit here and write. I wasn’t much good but it kept me distracted. Being able to come here and sit in the quiet was so … it was what kept me going. Once I moved in with Archie I kind of stopped coming. I still write but it’s not the same. I used to make up stories about princes and dragons and far away kingdoms.” He chuckles and a small smile plays on his lips as he remembers his own innocence. He’s still looking straight ahead, his gaze locked on the moving water of the river before them. “Now it’s darker, more realistic. I feel like my writing kind of shows how I’ve changed, you know? How I used to be this little kid with dreams and fantasies but now I’m this screwed up teenager with such a pessimistic outlook on life that I can’t even let myself be happy because I feel like it’ll just be taken away from me.” Betty reached up and held his face between her hands, forcing him to look at her.

“You deserve to be happy Jug. You deserve it more than anyone else that I’ve ever known. You’re kind and smart and so much more. No one should have to go through what you’ve been through but you did, and that sucks. Look at you now. You're not this scared little kid running away from your problems anymore. You’re so much more than that. I’m so grateful that you have come into my life and allowed me to see this side of you. The soft side of you that you choose to hide from the world. I know that you’ve been hurt by people you love Juggie but that doesn’t mean that everyone you love will hurt you. That just means that those people who hurt you are idiots because they didn’t realise what an incredible person you are.” His expression softened as he looked into her eyes and saw her determination, her pain, and this light that was purely Betty.

He kissed her, hard. So hard that she fell onto her back on the rock, his body following her’s. The kiss only lasted a few seconds but Betty swore she saw fireworks. Jughead pulled back first but kept his body hovering just above her.

“Thank you Betts, for everything.” She placed a quick kiss on his lips before pushing him off her and sitting up.

“How about you shout milkshakes at Pop’s. It is my birthday after all.” Her green eyes now sparkled playfully, any hint of pain that she felt after their previous conversation had disappeared without a trace.

“Anything for you Betts.” He helped her up and the kept her hand held in his until they saw the familiar red glow of Pops through the blanket snow.

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They got back to the Lodge apartment at about 7pm, takeout from Pop’s was still warm in their frozen hands.They’d spent many hours sitting in their regular booth, laughing over milkshakes as their clothes dripped onto the red vinyl. The walk home had been quick, their clothes will still damp and the wind had picked up, chilling them to the bone. They tumbled through the door, a mess of laughter and melted snow.

“Happy birthday!” Archie and Ronnie sang out from the living room. Ronnie hurried up the couch and hugged Betty tightly, catching the blonde by surprise. Archie followed in a less urgent manner and gave Betts and awkward half nod instead of a hug. Betty returned it with a chuckle.

“Thanks guys. We brought Pop’s for dinner.” Jughead held up the bag before walking over to the living room to set it up. “I’m just gonna go and put on some dry clothes, be back in a minute,” Betty said over her shoulder as she walked out of the room. She returned minutes later in sweats and a t-shirt. “Ok, I’m all good. You guys ready t-”

“Surprise!” Her three friends yelled from their spot by the coffee table. They stepped aside to let Betty look at what was on the table. She gasped and her hands flew up to her face.

“Oh my god! Guys, this is so cool! Oh, you shouldn’t have.” On the table in front of her stood all of things to cure her homesickness; marmite, pineapple lumps, hokey pokey ice cream, ANZAC biscuits, the list goes on. All three of her friends stood in front of her with smiles on their faces but Jughead’s was by far the largest. Betty wrapped her arms around his neck and then jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist. He reached his hands up to her face and kissed her hard. Both of them were smiling widely, pulling away from each other only to be pulled straight back in.

“Ok, ok. I get that you’re excited B but you’re room is literally right there.” Betty kissed Jughead once more before unwrapping herself from Jughead.

“Very funny V. Thank you guys, so much. This is honestly the best birthday I have ever had.” She bounced over to Ronnie and hugged her tightly. “Thanks Ron. I know that Jughead didn’t do all of this by himself. You’re the best.”

“I know B. And honestly, don’t worry about it. You know I’d do anything for you.” The bubbly blonde let go and then walked over to Archie. They looked at each other for a second before Betty stood up on her tiptoes and hugged him briefly.

“Thanks Arch,” she said quietly. He looked down at his feet before giving her a small smile.

“No problem Betty. I didn’t really do much, it was all these two really. I just helped carry stuff from the elevator.”

“Well thanks anyway Arch. Are you guys ready to watch a movie? I don’t know what to watch so you guys can pick if you want.” She was still bubbling with happiness and love for her amazing new friends.

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The rest of the night was spent with good food and even better company. They ended up watching ‘Titanic’, much to Jughead and Archie’s disappointment. The girl’s shared a knowing look but kept quiet when they saw their boyfriends with wet cheeks after the movie. The pineapple lumps were finished as soon as Betty opened the packet but Archie didn’t quite understand how to eat marmite properly.

“No Archie! You need to put less on the piece of toast otherwise yes, it is disgusting.” They were all laughing at the strange faces that Archie was pulling. Jughead and Veronica were still refusing to eat the black spread which their kiwi friend was consuming at speed.

“I don’t know how but your accent seems to get stronger when you're speaking this weird stuff you like to call food,” Jughead teased, receiving a playful punch on the arm from his girlfriend before she kissed him on the cheek.

“Haha, very funny. You wish that you could have this accent,” Betty retaliated, trying to play it cool. The squeal that left her lips gave her act away as Jughead pulled her onto his lap and peppered her neck with kisses.

“I think that’s our queue Archiekins. Happy birthday B, don’t stay up too late,” she said with a wink as she dragged Archie towards the door.

“Don’t worry, I’ll cover for you Jug. Happy birthday Betty,” Archie called over his shoulder before the door slammed behind him.

“A whole apartment all to ourselves, Juggie. Whatever could we do?” Her tone was playful as she leaned back against him.

“Well, I still haven't given you your present yet. Do you want it or should I save it for the next cute blonde with a funny accent that waltzes into my life?” She kissed him softly in lieu of a response before hopping off Jughead’s lap. He took her hand and gently led her down the hall to her bedroom.

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The parcel and the flowers were still sitting on the dresser where he’d left them this morning. Betty went and sat in the middle of her bed, legs crossed and hugging one of the fluffy pillows which Jughead had never really seen the point in. He walked across the room and sat down facing her, shoes hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Happy birthday Betts,” Jughead whispered as he handed the gifts over to girlfriend. She kissed his cheek before looking down at the present in his hand. Betty unwrapped the paper carefully, finding a piece of paper folded up inside. She started to unfold the paper but stopped when she felt Jughead's hand on her wrist.

"Not yet, ok? I don't really want to be here when you read it." He gave her a shy smile before looking down at the bed and picking at a non-existent thread. She placed the note carefully beside her and then cupped his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her for the second time today.

“Thank you, Juggie," she said softly. Their eyes met for a brief moment before his lips were on hers. This kiss was different from all of the others that they had shared. It was soft but needy, saying all of the words they couldn't yet. Jughead pulled back slowly, leaning against her forehead.

“I wouldn’t thank me yet, you haven’t even opened it,” he said jokingly, but Betty could see the uncertainty in his dark eyes.

“Thank you, Juggie,” she repeated. “Thank you for a birthday I will never forget.” Betty kissed him once more before falling back onto the bed and pulling the covers up around her. She was still holding his hand as he carefully removed his shoes and jacket before slipping under the covers beside her. She falls asleep with Jughead stroking her hair and a smile on her lips as she remembers her perfect day.

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Betty wakes up to an empty bed. She rolls over in search of Jughead but only finds a piece of paper in his place.

Had to go and meet Fred. Sorry I couldn’t wait for you to wake up. Pop’s for milkshakes later?

She smiled as she read his messy writing. Betty sat up and picked her birthday present from Jughead off the floor. She sat back down on the edge of her bed. By the time she reached the end of the letter, her eyes were filled with tears. She read the letter four more times before grabbing her phone off the charger and texting her boyfriend three little words.

#exchange romance #bughead fanfiction #bughead fluff #bughead #riverdale #betty cooper #jughead jones #veronice lodge #archie andrews #kevin keller #alice cooper

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High school AU: popular Bobbi has a crush on adorkable Jemma. Only problem is that Jemma hasn't realized she's gay yet.

AN ~ This was so much fun! I hope you like it.

Rated T for some sexual references, but it’s mostly fluff & mutual (& eventually resolved) pining

Currently accepting Pride prompts! here’s my askbox.

Read on AO3 (~3500wd)

Suddenly I See

“Shh – it’s Jemma’s turn.”

At Stanley High, the word of Bobbi Morse was law, so the students around her hushed. Bobbi leaned forward a little in her seat as Jemma Simmons, in jeans and an unassuming pale-pink t-shirt, stood and stepped up to perform. She laid a copy of the play from which she was reciting at the front of the stage, but of course, she didn’t need to double-check it. Katherine’s monologue from The Taming of the Shrew spilled from her lips in a lilting chant, word-perfect and faithfully emphatic. When she ended it on her knees with her hands raised up to an imaginary Petruchio, a murmur went around the room and the class halfheartedly applauded, as they had done for everyone else.

Well, most of the class applauded. Bobbi didn’t even clap once, though one hand absently drifted in an attempt to do so. The other one was too busy digging into the material of the seat, reminding her to be cool.

Lincoln elbowed Bobbi.

“Shut up, Campbell,” she muttered.

“Mr Campbell,” called the teacher in a crisp tone. “Perhaps you have something you’d like to share with the class?”

Raising his eyebrows at Bobbi mockingly, Lincoln obediently got out of his seat and jogged down the stairs, turning to bow up at her just as mockingly, before nodding a noncommittal apology toward the teacher and taking to the stage for his rendition of Mercutio from Romeo and Juliet. His monologue was a bit more bumbling than Jemma’s, in terms of word-perfection, but it was delivered emotively nonetheless, and Lincoln was her friend, so Bobbi applauded properly at the end of it - even if her eyes did keep drifting down to Jemma all the while.

While Bobbi was thus distracted, the gangly form of Antoine Triplett climbed over the row of seats that had separated them, and dropped down into Lincoln’s now-empty place.

“Hey now, what’s that face?” he wondered, prodding Bobbi with a finger.

“I’m going to do it,” Bobbi swore, her eyes fixed on Jemma. The bell rang – she was running out of time – she twisted in her seat. “I’m going to tell her how good she was.”

“Was she good though,” Trip mused, “or just English?”

“I don’t know,” Bobbi retorted. “Was your Othello good, or just Black?”

“Damn, jumping out of the gate fast with that one!” Trip exclaimed. “I’m just looking out for my girl! What’s the first rule, Bobbi? Your first rule? Never fall for the straight ones.”

“She’s not –“

Bobbi cut herself off. Her heart sunk. It was all well and good to imagine, but Jemma wasn’t out and in fact, as far as Bobbi could tell, hadn’t even thought to question the idea that she could be anything other than straight. In terms of her actual sexuality, that didn’t mean much, but in terms of Bobbi’s dating prospects, it meant a lot. It was an elephant in the room that would be incredibly poor form for her to point out. She’d helped many a fledgling gain their little gay wings, but the beginning of the journey was a path Jemma’s own feet would have to find.

Bobbi told herself this whenever she was overcome with the desire to grab Jemma and make out with her against a locker.

It was becoming less and less effective.

In fact, Bobbi was even starting to weave a story in her own head of a queer Jemma, based on their interactions, and the things that Bobbi had seen and imagined; nebulous possibilities fuelled by subtext. She was, more and more, getting her hopes up, and her first rule was collapsing under the weight of a crush with such potential that she had not even realised how far she had taken it until now. Until this moment. Until she watched Jemma, laughing and content with Fitz and Daisy down the front of class, utterly unburdened by this crush, or by the tumultuous self-inspection that came with questioning oneself intimately. She was happy, and Bobbi was happy, but also frustrated, because she couldn’t tell Trip that she hadn’t broken her first rule after all.

(Well. She couldn’t tell him yet.)

They hurried to next period in their own groups, and sat apart, like they always had, until the teacher rearranged them.

“Jemma Simmons – Bobbi Morse.”

Jemma squirmed with glee, and packed to change desks so hurriedly she almost dropped everything before she pulled her head in. Of course, in that moment, even she was not sure why she was so excited to be partnered with Bobbi. It was not as if they had not worked together before. It was not as if there were not half a dozen people of comparable ability in their class (though, she would argue, none on the same par of neatness or commitment as the two of them were). It was not as though Bobbi would consider it a memorable experience, either; in fact, Jemma found herself rather nervous that it would go badly. For all her intelligence and general likeability, she had a penchant for being blunt and, when she tried to steer away from that, “off-putting” or “suffocating.” It was a balance she had always struggled with but one that, for some reason, seemed especially important today. She must refrain from putting her foot in her mouth for the course of this two-week assignment. She could manage that, right? Yes. She and Bobbi would be friends, if it killed her.

(Friends. Later, she’d laugh about that.)

Friends could admire the way Bobbi seemed to look like a professional in the school-issue lab coats, right? It was purely aspirational. The rest of their class tended to look like bumbling children in oversized, overly generic white jackets. Bobbi looked like a proper Doctor, and one that Jemma would trust with her life. In a totally platonic, professional-admiration-based kind of way.

Friends could admire Bobbi’s handwriting too, of course, and smile at the little loops it made, right? Jemma wondered: how did she have time to write like that? Had it been bred into her? Genetically engineered? It wasn’t as if Jemma had the most chicken-scratchiest penmanship, of course, but when Bobbi wrote, she oozed perfection and Jemma couldn’t entirely quantify what it was. It just felt like anyone who could write both that level of content quality, and aesthetic quality, was worth mooning over.

Friends could admire the way Bobbi’s eyes looked, too. Couldn’t they? Of course they could. It was a matter of objectivity. Not only were they bright and intelligent, but they were an unusual and pleasant shade of blue: it was only natural to find them attractive. Bobbi’s face was made of bold shapes, with a strong jaw-line and cheekbones, and her eyes stood out. Her face was aesthetically pleasing. That was just a fact.

Right?

Not for the first time, Jemma’s eyes trailed down to the rainbow Pride flag pin that Bobbi kept on her pencil case. She herself had always admired Bobbi’s – well, her pride, Jemma supposed. Her out-ness, her confidence with it, and the way the school seemed not to mind about it all that much. No doubt she’d faced her fair share of demons, probably, but Bobbi was one of the popular girls here – even amongst guys, which Jemma found fascinating… had found fascinating… now was starting to find fascinating in a whole new light. Bobbi, everything Bobbi, had seemed unattainable just a few days before, but unattainable in a conceptual, personality-trait kind of way. Like the kind of person who had her life way too together to be real. But now, once it had entered her mind, another thought lodged in Jemma’s brain that maybe, her fascination had been related to the fact that Bobbi had been unattainable in other ways, too. Surrounded by her clique, and so high-achieving and beloved and athletic at the same time, and a social butterfly on top of that – Bobbi was enviable in her own right. But smart, fit, charming? Were those not all desirable traits too?

Jemma shook her head and twirled her pencil between her fingers, trying to draw herself back to the task at hand with a few rapid-fire conclusions. She had dated boys. Quite liked a few of them, and quite liked their advances too. She had never dated girls, or looked at one sexually really, except for objectively, but everyone did that, probably. She had a few female celebrity crushes, but didn’t everybody? So she wasn’t gay. Ipso facto, she didn’t have a crush on Bobbi and never had and never would and all that unattainability rubbish was just her getting up in her own head again. Damn psychology.

(Fortunately for her, Jemma would later recount, it is not that easy to kill an idea.)

Jemma shoved her eyes back to the board somewhat forcefully and Bobbi lowered her own, twirling a pencil absently as she stared. She sighed. She had been hoping, always hoping, and though somewhat prepared to be let down, it still hurt a little each time it happened. Each time Jemma looked, and then looked away; each time it seemed like there was a question, or even just a breath, on the tip of her tongue, and she did not let it fall. Bobbi was frustratingly sure now, that she was not imagining things, but Jemma seemed just as frustratingly sure to keep said things to herself. Sometimes, Bobbi daydreamed up a collection of haphazard, farcical scenarios designed to trigger in Jemma a rom-com-like revelation, but the thought of forcing it – whether she was imagining things or not – made Bobbi feel predatory and wrong. There was nothing to do but wait it out and see how things developed. Her crush was her own problem, not Jemma’s. And besides, Jemma clearly had enough of her own stuff to sort out.

Even if she was taking so long about it, and dancing so painstaking close to the truth, that Bobbi wanted to snap a pencil.

It wasn’t all frustrations though. Bobbi did allow herself some pleasantries in her own head, and complex bundle of attractions aside, Jemma was great to hang out with. She was smart, in lots of ways and on lots of topics, and she was energetic and kind for the most part, and she loved to talk. She was honest, about the good and the bad, and sometimes she was blunt to the point of rudeness to which Bobbi, though she’d struggle to admit it, could relate. Bobbi loved her, in ways that could not clearly be divided into friendship and romance. She loved the way Jemma’s eyes lit up when she got excited, because it was beautiful, but also because it meant she was happy. She loved the way Jemma tucked her hair behind her ears, both at the same time, whenever she was nervous or needed to concentrate. It just felt very her. Bobbi loved the care and enthusiasm with which Jemma distributed cupcakes to Bobbi’s group one lunchtime. Half of them were made with applesauce instead of butter, Jemma told her. Fitz had bet her they wouldn’t taste as good, so she wanted a blind test. Scientifically rigorous; fluffy and adorable. The eternal dichotomy of Jemma Simmons.

(The cupcake test was definitely not, Jemma maintained, an excuse to spend more of the day with Bobbi. And she definitely did not, she insisted, spend the rest of the day thinking about the way Bobbi had licked the soft pink icing off her lips, or how much Jemma wished those lips had been her own.)

Bobbi, of course, swiftly resigned herself to daydreaming alone about that icing and how good it would taste on Jemma’s lips. She dreamed about how Jemma’s pupils had dilated at the sight of it, and how much more it would’ve taken – not much more - to make her weak at the knees. She dreamed about spending a lazy morning baking with Jemma, dancing around in their pyjamas and making a mess of a fantasy kitchen she must have pulled from a movie or advertisement she’d since forgotten. Sometimes they had a dog, for some reason. She didn’t question it. It was only a daydream, after all. A stockpile of fuel for her unquenchable crush - not that she was trying that hard to quench it: if she only had two weeks, she was going to make it count.

But as those two weeks came to an end, Bobbi gathered her dreams and fantasies to one side, and committed herself to enjoying their last few days together for the fun and challenging assignment and vibrant friendship that it was. When the night of the science fair came at last, and it was time to present their project, it all flew by, flawless and fast. Too fast. Afterward, when the gravel crunched under her tyres as she pulled into Jemma’s drive to drop her home, Bobbi held her breath.

“Well… thanks for the lift,” Jemma said.

Her voice sounded a little shaky and wistful, but maybe that was just an effect of the silence, and Bobbi’s own mind. Or maybe she could feel it too – that slight ache that was now making a home in Bobbi’s chest. An ache full of the knowledge that they could have had so much more and that they were about to watch it slip away. Tomorrow, they’d return to their normal seats in biology. They’d return to their regular groups at lunch, and to sitting on opposite sides of the theatre in drama, and to their pre-This patterns of after school lives and extra curriculars. They’d return to how it was, which had been fine, but hadn’t been all it could be.

Still, Bobbi smiled.

“No problem,” she said, but the words left her lips just as Jemma took in a rush of air and blurted:

“How did you know?”

Jemma startled herself when the question came out, but her fingers refused to reach for the door handle and her body seemed determined to hold her here until she’d got some kind of response. First, Bobbi took a moment of silence to turn the car’s engine off (and to lock away her crush; it was not the time or the place for it). Then she looked back at Jemma with more longing than she meant to, and with a smile.

“Know about what?” she asked, because know about me, or know about you? felt like it would send Jemma running.

“Know about –“ Jemma stumbled through it. “You know, that you liked girls. How did you know? And, when? Why? What does it feel like?”

Not the questions of somebody curious, or looking for a thread to pull. No. These were questions Bobbi herself had asked, on more than one occasion, and they made her smile deepen.

“It feels amazing, first of all,” she said. “Although, there’s a lot of doubt involved too. I’m working on it, but sometimes it feels like there’s something to prove.”

Jemma felt her heart swell and shrink again, in a moment. Bobbi had answered a question she hadn’t thought to ask, and Jemma knew in that moment that Bobbi had seen through her. Strangely enough, though, it didn’t make her want to run. Rather, she felt like reaching down into herself and pulling out more of herself, of her soul, to show Bobbi. She listened instead.

“I guess I’d say I knew,” Bobbi continued, “a long time ago. Well, not that long. Middle school. My first kiss was a girl, even though my prom date was a guy. He dumped me the day before the dance, and my friend found me alone outside ‘coz I’d still gone for some reason, and we ended up kissing. Just a little peck on the lips, really, but it was a kiss. I was twelve. It opened up a door for me, I guess, and I went exploring through it, and here I am. But not everybody knows that young. And not everybody knows with a kiss. Sometimes it’s a lot more conceptual and harder to figure out. It’s like, you think you want that girl’s dress, you know, but then actually it’s more like… you want that girl’s dress on your bedroom floor.”

She laughed, and Jemma found herself laughing too. She’d been expecting this conversation to be a lot heavier, and while it certainly felt significant, with every piece of advice Bobbi offered, her heart felt lighter and lighter. Bobbi didn’t ask her to share her own feelings and talk through them – for which Jemma was grateful, although she did offer the occasional tidbit – but they talked for a long time about the nature of different forms of attraction and the complexity of figuring it all out. It seemed simple and complex both at once, Jemma thought to herself, and as Bobbi talked her through some of the labels – the complexities - she felt the acceptance – the simplicity – settle in the back of her heart and her mind.

I like girls.

I like Bobbi.

I like girls.

I like Bobbi.

Does she like me?

“…and – oh, shit,” Bobbi cursed. “I’ve got to be home by midnight. Sorry to kick you out, but I’ve gotta go.”

“It’s no problem,” Jemma assured her. “I should be getting inside too. Thanks for the talk.”

“Anytime.”

“But- um, don’t tell anyone at school about it, okay? I’m still thinking through it.”

“Sure thing. Take your time.”

Jemma sighed, relieved and satisfied, and got out of the car, gathered her books, and strode up the drive with a spring in her step and a grin on her face. Bobbi grinned after her as she started up the car, and tried not to fist-pump the air as she drove away.

It didn’t go back to the way it was before – not quite. How could it, why would it, after that? Jemma did go back to spending more time with Fitz and Daisy, but she smiled at Bobbi when they passed in the hall, or sat across the room from each other. Bobbi put in the Good Word of a Popular Girl on Jemma’s behalf when she wanted something, and helped pull sway in the Student Council elections – in return, she jested, for some more of those applesauce cupcakes, which Jemma was happy to provide. They danced around each other for a while, a pleasant equilibrium of mutual crushing, while Jemma sorted herself out. Bobbi slipped her resources and kept her secrets. Jemma told Fitz and Daisy, and when she was ready, came to school with three little star badges in a row on her pencil case: one pink, one purple, one blue.

At a gesture from Jemma, Bobbi took the seat beside her instead of her usual in biology. Their partners swapped without a word, if perhaps a bit of a grin. Nobody questioned the ways of Bobbi Morse, but the rumour mill was in full swing by now. This bit of gossip was one of the juicier ones in the saga so far. Watching the other students murmur excitedly, Jemma tucked a lock of hair behind her ears. Bobbi shook her head.

“Ignore them,” she said, and nodded at the stars. “You figured something out?”

Jemma beamed, and felt her chest expand a little.

“I’m still tossing up between yellow and purple,” she said, “but it’s early days, so I’m happy.”

“Well, that’s good.” Bobbi found herself blushing, cheeks burning with the question she’d been hanging onto for so long. Instead, she asked: “What’d you get for production? Happy with that too?”

“Lead.” Jemma grinned smugly.

“Of course,” Bobbi agreed. “I’m stage manager.”

“Well, you know what that means.”

Jemma’s tone was laden with possibilities that captured Bobbi’s attention like the smell of freshly baked goods on a windowsill. She almost laughed at Bobbi’s expression as she expanded on her offer:

“Lots of after-school stays… Long rehearsal hours together - I’ll be called a lot, after all. And I might need a ride. A few rides, in fact.”

Jemma raised an eyebrow, and Bobbi caught on.

“Some of those rehearsals go to six, seven o’clock,” Bobbi mused. “We might have to get dinner together sometime.”

“That we might.”

“I guess it’s settled, then, isn’t it?”

“I guess it is.”

“How are you feeling?”

Bobbi laughed a little, watching the blush creep up Jemma’s cheeks instead of a verbal answer. That dizzying validation: Bobbi remembered it well, so instead of probing Jemma further, she intertwined their fingers together below the desk. Their hands hung together until the teacher walked in, when they reluctantly crept apart and back to work. A few of the students behind them snickered with laughter, but this time Jemma didn’t seem bothered. She sat taller, as attentive as ever, and the class launched onward, with the pleasant pressure of Bobbi’s grasp still tingling in her fingertips.

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