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[Gansey can be eloquent too.

Now just isn't the time.

Gansey's smiling at her reaction.]

It was the first word that we to mind and you did tell me to say something.

[He reaches a hand up to use his fingers and brush her hair out of their faces.]

Next on the list was "stunning" followed closely by "incredible".

[ His words are so kind and sweet and it makes her heart ache for a moment before she leans in to kiss him again, for the first time since she got off. The kiss is slow and sweet, lingering and gentle. ]

Time to get that condom on.

[He melts into the kiss, so soft it takes his breath away. He misses her when she pulls away, but her next words have him refocusing on just how hard he is.

Gansey doesn't have to be told twice. He finally takes off his boxer briefs without unseating Betty, a silent sigh of relief as he lets himself free. He glances towards the condom and grabs it, unwrapping it and, with only a minor amount of fumbling, rolls it down over his cock.]

[ Despite wanting to, Betty knows better than to try and distract a guy while he's putting on a condom. If she wants things to be safe, she'll let him do it. And despite his attempts not to unseat her, she gets out of the way and pulls off the last bit of her own clothes too. Besides, he doesn't need an audience.

And once he's all set, she moves to straddle him once more, drawing him back to her lips for another kiss, this one more bracing, this one meant to give her the resolve to go further with someone other than Jughead than she's ever gone before. ]

Tell me when you're ready.

[Gansey's kiss is with a little more desperation, a little more heat. He pulls back just enough to make eye contact and nod slightly.]

Whenever you are, [he breathes between them.]

[ Leaning in to kiss him once more, she feels a strange sort of anticipation as she moves over him. Her hand slips between them to finally touch him, but only to hold him steady so that she can align their bodies just right and...

With a shift of her hips, she lowers herself slowly down, taking him in slowly with a low moan against his lips.]

[As he's slowly enveloped by her wet heat, his breath hitches and he takes a long, slow, deep breath as he fills her to the hilt. He makes sure to hold on to her under her thighs.]

You feel amazing, [he mutters against her lips in encouragement.]

[ As soon as she's able, her hands find the back of his neck, one climbing up into his hair, the other staying put as their bodies press flush. Shifting on her knees a little, she hums at his words, agreeing that he feels amazing but unable to verbalize it at the moment.

Her body is still sensitive and she gives a gentle roll of her lips. And despite the fact that she'd demanded to be in control before, she whispers a question against his lips.] Do you want to keep going like this? [ Because it feels amazing but she wants him to enjoy it too.]

[Just that subtle movement has him biting back a gasp.]

I'm perfectly fine just like this, [he's quick to assure, maybe a bit choked.]

Unless you want to change.

No, [ she murmurs softly, seeing and hearing his reaction and thinking it would be just fine to stay put. And so after another brief kiss, she starts to move. The movement is gentle and slow at first, barely moving away from him before she rolls her hips back against him, grinding. ]

God, Betty.

[He watches her face as she starts to move, entranced. Every new shift and angle has him catching his breath. As she starts to get used to him inside her, he moves his hips ever so slightly to meet hers, just to cause a little more friction and to keep things interesting for Betty.]

[ He doesn't need to worry about things being "interesting". It feels good, every movement, every slow roll of her hips. And after a moment, she moves a little faster, a little harder. She pulls gently at his hair, drawing his mouth back to hers for a breathless kiss.]

[Small sounds are muted by the kiss, especially prominent when she pulls his hair. A hand trails up her side until he cups one of her breasts to tease at the nipple. When she picks up the pace, he can feel heat curling low in his belly. He won't last too much longer at the pace she's going.]

[ He doesn't need to last longer than he can, she'd tell him that if she knew he was worried about it, if she could think of anything other than the way it feels to be on top of him. This is her position, it's the one she's good at and she rolls her hips and grinds her body in a way she knows is sure to make him feel good.]

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