buggiebreak → week one day seven: Runaways
Planting a kiss onto her cheek, Jughead’s mouth instinctually twisted into a crooked half-smile, “Thanks for coming to meet me—”
The rest of the sentence was swallowed by her mouth as Betty cradled his face between her hands and pulled him into her.
I love you, she thought. I love you. I love you.
The kiss tasted of smoke from his cigarette and sugar that clung to her lips, and immediately, she can feel his hands anchoring on the small of her back, fingers catching the material of her sweater. His mouth was hungry and desperate, as he pulled her closer, body pressed flush against her, firm and hot and close. Betty was no longer sure who was kissing whom, but it was open-mouthed and all-consuming, and she let the kiss linger for longer than was seemly. She did not want ever to stop.
↳ based on my one-shot «let’s drive to the countryside, leave behind some green-eyed lookalikes» ♡