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[ for a moment, she feels normal again. for that moment, she's just a pretty girl being kissed by a pretty boy and the world isn't fucked, what they're doing isn't fucked. but then he steps back and starts apologizing and she's just so tired of... well, everything.

He's a good guy. A really good guy. And what she should do is take a step back herself and let him apologize and do the same to him. She should. She should. She should. ]

Don't, [ The word falls out of her mouth without her even realizing it, the word is a command. She moves to close the distance between them and she kisses him this time, tilting herself up towards his lips and kissing him.

Now she's not blameless. Now Gansey won't have to feel bad. And now Jughead won't be allowed to wallow in his guilt.]

[He watches her close the distance and does nothing to stop it. And who can blame him if he's enjoying it? He hesitates, then pulls her closer, sliding his lips against hers more active this time knowing that she has the same thing on her mind. He will feel guilty a bit later.

Though out in the open like this, there are people starting to stare. Especially since Gansey's Mark is so easy to see.

He pulls back mere centimeters to breathe between them:]

Would you like to come over to my place? It's not far from here.

[ She might feel guilty later too. If only because this was the kind of reckless behavior she didn't normally engage in... except when she was pursuing serial killers or someone sinister. It feels better than the times she sat in front of the web cam and yet, later, it might feel worse.

And when he asks her to come back to his place, she wonders if she should. There's a voice in her mind that tells her that Jughead isn't coming back, that tells her he doesn't want anything to do with her anymore, that she'd ruined things by signing that contract.

It's that voice that encourages her further, it's that same voice that pushed her out of her comfort zone in the past. It makes her think that maybe this is what needs to happen to make things even between her and Jughead. Maybe somehow it will alleviate his guilt and bring him back to her...

She nods at Gansey's question, hoping that she isn't using him but not entirely sure that she's not.] Take me there.

[With another beat of hesitation, not wanting to let Betty go, he does, but takes her by the hand to lead her to his apartment. He's focusing on his heart pounding, how soft her hand is in his. When they make it back up to his apartment, he shuts the door behind her.

It's spartan, as a lot of Submissive apartments are that are obtained by their Dominant, but it gets the job done. There's a few mint plants scattered about and a pile of books next to the bed, but that's about it.

Before she can look around too much, Gansey pulls her in close again for a more heated kiss, hands resting on her hips.

is this what he's become? A homewrecker? Do situations like that even apply to a bizarre place like this?]

[ There are moments where she almost stops them, where she wants to turn back and apologize to Gansey for this and then find Jughead to tell him. But then she remembers how easy it had been for Jughead to do the same, to go with someone else, to be with someone else and not say a word to her. Can it be that easy? Can you be with someone and have it mean nothing more than friendship or a short moment of intimacy?

The darker side of her says yes. And the investigator in her seeks to confirm that. She won't lie to Jughead about this, she won't keep it from him. Not to hurt him (because as hurt as she still is, she never wants to hurt him) but to be honest like he wasn't with her. And maybe it will make him feel better? Maybe it'll make her feel better? Maybe he'll just come home. Or maybe he'll give up on her forever.

It's probably all selfish but she doesn't stop Gansey, she lets him guide her to his place, she lets him pull her closer and kiss her. He isn't a homewrecker, she'd tell him that. Her home is already a mess. And she kisses him back, arching up into him, her fingers finding his jacket in an attempt to push it off his shoulders.]

[He helps her out by shrugging out of his jacket, tossing it aside to who-cares-where for the moment. They break contact for fractions of a second just as he struggles to take it off. Then he's back doing the same for her, helping her take her jacket off.

Finally reaching a point where he needs to take a breath, Gansey breaks the kiss, both hands cupping her cheeks and looks at her.]

Are you okay? [he asks, breathlessly.]

[ He slows it down, he halts their hasty race towards doing something more intimate and she blinks up at him as he holds her face.] Yes, [ she murmurs, her true colors filtering in for a moment. She flushes as she looks up at him.] Will we still be friends? [ If this happens, if they do this.]

Of course, [he reassures, thumbs running over her cheekbones.] Or at least, I would like that. [In fact, seeing her more like the Betty he's come to know eases him, makes him more certain that she wants this.

And so he leans back in, softly pressing their lips together for something more affectionate, less hurried, as his hands move down to her hips, slowly guiding her further into the apartment.]

[ She looks reassured when he answers in the affirmative, reassuring her that they could still be friends after this and that's what she wants. Her cheeks are flushed, there are butterflies in her stomach now. And when his hands find her hips and he starts guiding her into the apartment while kissing her, she lets him, for now.

She shakes off her jacket before her hands find his face and she tries to deepen the kiss.]

[There's a soft moan in the back of his throat when she does, allowing her to taste him. He responds in kind, nipping at her lower lip, and slowly guiding her to his bed. Without breaking the kiss, he sits on the edge, now having to angle his head up towards her.]

[ She climbs onto the bed after him, straddling his lap without hesitation and lowering herself so their bodies are pressed flush. With one hand on the back of his neck, keeping herself balanced and secure in his lap, the other moves to tangle into his hair as her hips give an experimental roll. ]

[His hands move to her ass, only to pull her closer so that they're flush, holding her in place. Gansey hums into the kiss with a sharp gasp as she entangles her fingers in his hair. It sends a shiver down his spine.

His hands move up to the small of Betty's back, running up her spine and rucking up her shirt as he goes, aiming to take it off with their next breath of air.]

[ Oh, so he likes the hand in his hair? She takes note of that and moves to give him a playful tug just before he starts working her shirt up.

She pulls back from the kiss and looks down at him.] Take it off and then yours.

[His head moves along with her tug and he lets out a shuddering sigh. Gansey happily obeys her, pulling the shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Just as easily, he pulls up his own shirt, exposing muscle that likely isn't too obvious under the winter clothes he's been wearing around her. That gets tossed elsewhere--he'll look for it later--and he dives back in, skin to skin, to capture her lips, more hungry than before.]

[ her sweater and his shirt get tossed, she's got nothing but her bra on beneath it. And when he pulls her back in close, kissing her again, she moves her hands along his shoulders, eager to touch his newly bared skin. Again, she rolls her hips above his, trying to give them both friction. ]

[He hums against her lips at the friction, meeting her halfway as he ruts against her, already half hard. He fumbles with the back of her bra for a few seconds before unsnapping it. Once it's off and tossed out of the way, one hand presses down on the small of her back, encouraging her to grind against him more. The other comes up to cup a breast, thumb brushing lightly over her nipple.]

[ Betty assumes someone as beautiful and charming as Gansey has been with a girl or two, so when he fumbles with her bra, she's almost surprised by it. But she makes no comment and thinks that maybe it might just be the excitement that's got him moving unsteadily.

Especially since after he gets her bra off, he helps her to move above him, to grind their bodies together. And he touches her chest. Her hand in his hair, she pulls his mouth away from hers and guides it to her neck. ] Tell me what you want.

[Betty would be half right.

His mouth goes to her neck and he kisses, bites at the sensitive skin there, then licks and sucks on the marks. Her skin is creamy and flawless and there's a certain satisfaction in marring it. He only half hears her at first.]

What I want?

[His flush could easily be attributed to having been worked up and how he's been in constant motion for the past 20 minutes or so, instead of being embarrassed about the idea of putting a voice to his thoughts regarding sex.]

I want to please you, [he says honestly, whatever form that may take.]

[ When he moves to make a mark, she pulls his mouth away before he can, aiming to distract him from doing that. From marking her skin.

He flustered and she likes it, likes that she has that effect on him, that she is that appealing to someone. Her hands smooth over his shoulders as he answers, watching his face.]

It would please me if you told me what you wanted.

[He flushes a little redder eyes not quite meeting hers when she confronts him again.]

I want to be inside of you, [he manages to say and meet her eyes.]

[ Her hands move to his face, guiding his mouth back to hers as an answer to his words, as a reward for giving her what she wanted, the truth. Deepening the kiss but only for a brief moment, she pulls back and slips off his lap. Not to get away from him but rather, to start to unfasten her jeans and shimmy them down her legs.

She's not thinking about anyone else but Gansey now, focused on the way his eyes are dark and his skin is flushed and focused on getting her boots and jeans off.]

[He misses her in his lap already and it's probably very obvious by now that he does. He has no one else on his mind except Betty right in front of him, and it's like he's realizing how beautiful she is for the first time.

He's focusing mainly on how eager she seems to be, to give Gansey what he wants. It's enthralling and his eyes can't leave her even if they wanted to.]

[ Once she's done, she's left in nothing but her underwear. She doesn't let herself feel self-conscious, doesn't give herself the time. She moves back towards him, reaching for the fastenings of his pants to start getting them off. ] Help me.

[And he does. He shifts his hips after she's done unbuckling his belt, undoing buttons and soon he's left in nothing but his boxer briefs on. His pants are left on the ground and he pulls Betty closer into another kiss.]

[ He pulls her in for another kiss and she lets him, for a brief moment. Kissing him back, she stands between his legs, one hand moving to comb through his hair again, except this time she uses that grip to pull him back from her lips.]

I want to be in control, is that okay? [ With Jughead, she doesn't need to ask, she knows it turns him on but Gansey is someone new and she really likes him. The last thing she wants is to hurt him or make him uncomfortable.]

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