( she was... something. she'd always been something, since the first moment he'd met her. archie hasn't exactly been known for his ability to withstand temptation for very long, nor his decisiveness, but god, if there was any getting her out of his head, off of that sweet scent she's left behind at his sheets, he hasn't found it yet.
really, he doesn't care to.
there's even been the introduction to his dad; a little awkward, sure, but it's kind of par for the course. a girl he's never seen before, though likely suspected given the late hours in which he'd let her into the home, refusing to let her sneak out the window even if she'd insist—she'd be worth getting caught over. tonight, though, they've got the house to themselves, his dad off at some christmas party with the rest of the workers, betty and jugs tied up, and her right before him in that maddening skirt he wants nothing more than to slip his hands under.
only thing that's just as tugging for his attention is that mistletoe that's hanging right above their heads. yeah, maybe he'd known it was there, right in the wide entry to the family room where the fireplace crackles with a healthy glow, where wide palms find each side of petite hips. he doesn't tug her closer, not yet, instead lets that boyish smirk at the edge of his mouth blossom a little wider, keeping his gaze with hers as he speaks. )
archie: u can say that again
really, he doesn't care to.
there's even been the introduction to his dad; a little awkward, sure, but it's kind of par for the course. a girl he's never seen before, though likely suspected given the late hours in which he'd let her into the home, refusing to let her sneak out the window even if she'd insist—she'd be worth getting caught over. tonight, though, they've got the house to themselves, his dad off at some christmas party with the rest of the workers, betty and jugs tied up, and her right before him in that maddening skirt he wants nothing more than to slip his hands under.
only thing that's just as tugging for his attention is that mistletoe that's hanging right above their heads. yeah, maybe he'd known it was there, right in the wide entry to the family room where the fireplace crackles with a healthy glow, where wide palms find each side of petite hips. he doesn't tug her closer, not yet, instead lets that boyish smirk at the edge of his mouth blossom a little wider, keeping his gaze with hers as he speaks. )
Look up.