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works/13956696.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Riverdale_(TV_2017)
  Relationship:
      Archie_Andrews/Veronica_Lodge
  Character:
      Veronica_Lodge, Archie_Andrews
  Additional Tags:
      varchie, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Shower_Sex, throwback_to_when_Veronica
      was_still_figuring_out_how_to_be_a_girlfriend, but_Archie's_a_little_more
      sure_of_himself, written_on_the_request_of_a_reader
  Series:
      Part 2 of Varchie_Stories
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-13 Words: 2674
****** Basic Needs ******
by ForASecondThereWedWon
Summary
     Originally posted on Fanfiction.net. A belated extension of Archie
     and Veronica's shower scene from S2E1. Rated E because... do I need
     to explain this? You remember, right? You saw Veronica drop her
     clothes and get in there, yes? Ok, I thought so. Glad we're on the
     same page.
The kissing was actually better than usual, though it would’ve been totally
inappropriate to say so. Veronica had slipped out of her clothes and moved in
on Archie’s silhouette, projected on the shower curtain like shadow puppets for
adults, as if there were no other choice. Not at all averse to a dramatic
gesture, Veronica had known that surprising him with her naked body would
provoke a reaction, but getting him hard fast hadn’t been her principal
motivation. Archie needed her―he needed her―and that made everything simple.
Under the near-scalding water, she felt his body react. Unfortunately, his mind
seemed a little behind and that, despite the unspoken emotional connection she
was feeling with him, was not so much Veronica’s area of expertise. The rest of
what she was currently feeling was pure gratitude that the waxing she’d had
done before their first time was holding out. Standing nude in the bright light
of the bathroom was far more rattling than diving into her bed with him in the
dark.
Archie pulled her in delicately at first, cupping her elbows. The feel of their
bare toes rubbing together nearly jittered an unsophisticated giggle out of
her. As more of her skin was heated, both by being drawn into the showerhead’s
spray and by Archie’s hands stroking up her arms and around the curve of her
shoulders, Veronica shuddered. The muscles of her back tensed and her nipples
rose, firm and pink like raspberries. He worked her mouth slowly with his own,
nudging his nose into her cheek a little more on each forward surge of his
lips. Tentatively, Veronica brought the hands she had pressed to his chest up
to grip the back of his neck. Water ran through Archie’s red hair and dribbled
out from his hairline, wetting her slim fingers. She liked it. The last time
she’d been anywhere near naked with a boy in a manmade water feature, Betty had
poured maple syrup over his head and tried to drown him. Not exactly the kind
of tip for creating a sensual atmosphere you’d read about in Cosmo.
Engrossed by the kissing and comfortably ensconced in a cloud of warm steam,
Veronica almost forgot that there were other possibilities beyond what she and
Archie were already doing―until his hands caressed down the length of her back
and grabbed her backside. She was tugged forward and Archie made a gruff,
hungry sound into her mouth, pressing his tongue to her lower lip. The noise
gave her the urge to jump into his arms and wrap her legs around his waist, but
Veronica told herself to calm the hell down. Sure they’d had sex before, but
that had only been once, even if the tension that had been building between
them prior to the act itself had sent Veronica marching responsibly to the
doctor’s to get a prescription for the pill weeks before. Meaning that they
were technically still covered. It was nice that she didn’t need to think too
hard about the logistics while his tongue had started to do something fantastic
in her mouth. Her foot squeaked across the floor of the shower as she snuck
closer. Just because Veronica felt medically protected didn’t mean that Archie
would be inclined to take that step again though, despite him seeming to enjoy
it so much the first time. For one thing, the circumstances were totally
different. Archie’s father had just been shot for crying out loud and Veronica
still wasn’t completely certain that he wanted her there… he grabbed her hips,
turning her to press an irrefutable erection against her.
She stiffened, then he laid his cheek against hers and nudged her head to angle
it, dropping his face away to wisp kisses down her neck. There was relaxed, and
then there was shower-relaxed. Equally, there was drunk, and then there was
hormone-drunk. As Veronica adjusted enough to Archie’s presence that her eyes
stopped darting around the moulded plastic of the shower, she felt shower-
relaxed and hormone-drunk collide. Part of it could have been not having to
look directly into his eyes (or have Archie look directly into hers), but
suddenly, she was comfortable enough to lean back against him. To sling an arm
up over her head and hook it behind his neck. To arch into the loose dome his
fingers made over her breast when his hand came sliding up the slope of her
waist. With a little hot water flowing between her spine and Archie’s chest and
a little self-convincing that the hammering of her heart was more thrill than
nerves, Veronica went from bashful child in the women’s aquatic centre changing
room to Queen Bey in “Crazy in Love.” And apparently, Archie was into it. When
Veronica pushed her hips back and turned the motion into a full body roll, he
moved his other hand up so that both her breasts were cupped firmly in his
palms. She felt Archie’s teeth scrape her neck as his fingertips pinched around
her nipples and she sighed, lolling her head back against his chest. While one
handful of fingers rubbed across her nipple, Archie smoothed his other hand
away from her breast and down her stomach. He was holding her body to his with
some pressure, positioning her better under the stream of water; she could feel
her hair clinging to and sliding across his skin each time she rocked against
him.
The hot water slicking her dark hair made Veronica close her eyes in
contentment, but they widened seconds later. Archie’s descending fingers had
curved around between her legs, his hand cupping her tightly as he groaned into
her hair. Trying to lessen the height difference, Veronica had raised herself
up on her toes to grind against him… now she was wobbling, digging her fingers
into Archie’s forearms for support. Again, he went with it, getting a solid
hold around her waist and, evidently undeterred, spreading his fingers to run
the middle one delicately up and down her center. He stroked over her clit and
Veronica, none too patient, angled her hips quickly in response, trying to draw
out the feeling. She thought about turning around, giving a little back to
him―she may not have been patient, but she was fair―but every time she went to
change position, Archie’s arm flexed around her in response and his fingers
caressed more boldly.
Finally, she did get to face him, but only because he was the one who turned
her. Archie grinned for a second, red hair plastered to his forehead, and it
was hard to shake her head admonishingly―though she managed it. Without his
hands on her, Veronica had a moment of clarity that told her maybe the
appropriate thing to be doing was talking to him. Unfortunately for someone
(she very quickly couldn’t remember who), those hands came right back to her,
only now Archie was bending his knees a little in order to… in order to.…
Veronica let out a sharp little pant as her boyfriend’s fingers pushed inside
her, curling and uncurling more rapidly than she had the current mental
capacity to track. She forced her dazed eyes to focus on his face and felt her
heart thump at the intense expression there. It was another reminder that maybe
she should talk to him to find out what exactly he was feeling, and she might
have that time, had Archie not lost his balance. There was a brief, loud squeal
between his feet and the floor of the shower and then he banged down on his
knees in front of her. Veronica made her own squeal of distress, touching
Archie’s shoulders and cupping his face. He looked up at her, cheeks flushed
from the heat of the water, and shifted his features into a look of amused
annoyance, rubbing exaggeratedly at one of his knees.
“Ok,” she said with finality, “I think that’s the universe telling me that this
is where I should stop this.”
“The universe, huh?” Archie raised his eyebrows and laid his hands on the
outside of her thighs, running his palms up to her hips.
The height he was at, the way he’d already been making her feel, the not-quite-
familiar look in his eyes… Veronica couldn’t help what she was thinking. The
muscles between her legs gave a primal tug.
“Or the… the constraints of your shower, anyway.” She laughed lightly, trying
to get certain images out of her head. Trying, in particular, not to think of
his tongue.
“Either way,” Archie shrugged, “I think whatever it is must be working in your
favour.”
“Well,” Veronica replied, swishing her wet hair back and rolling her eyes in an
overstated show of flattery, “I mean, it might be a little egotistic of me to
claim that the universe caters to my every whim, but if it’s your suggestion, I
wouldn’t flat-out deny it.”
“Because you wouldn’t want to hurt my feelings?” he asked, smiling as he
smoothed his hands over her hips.
“Naturally,” she answered, trying to sound nonchalant. He just stared at her
and let the fall of the water hitting the base of the shower fill the silence
for a minute. “Archie,” Veronica continued in a more serious tone, “I think I’m
maybe being selfish. We could just dry off and talk. I should give you a chance
to actually tell me what you need.”
His thumbs traced her hip bones and he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the
skin near her bellybutton.
“Archie,” she said indulgently, pushing his hair back and scratching her nails
lightly across his scalp.
Nose pressed against her, his face traveled lower, lower, lower.
“Ar―Archie?”
With another squeak against the shower floor, he spun Veronica 90° so that her
back was pressed to the wall, the water coursing down the front of her body.
Almost defiantly, Archie brought his mouth between her legs, sliding his hands
down from her hips to grip the front of her thighs. With a cry, Veronica
recognized the feeling of his tongue and grabbed for his shoulders with shaking
hands. He sucked and probed at her, fondling her entrance and clit with lips
and tongue, always forceful and never shy. Gazing down at Archie, Veronica
found his pose humble and couldn’t picture herself getting so readily to her
knees in front of anyone. Sometime around when Veronica noticed she was
gripping Archie’s hair with both hands and made herself loosen her hold, she
realized she’d been wrong. What they were doing wasn’t delaying Archie from
working through his emotions, it was helping him. She was helping him, like
she’d wanted. The best thing about it was that it wasn’t so hard for her after
all (massive understatement).
She’d seen the boy eat ribs, but, glancing down, knew she’d never seen him
attack something so aggressively with his mouth. Archie never got lazy with his
hands either. He was running his palm up the back of her leg when the action
suddenly turned into him lifting that leg to fit the back of her knee to the
bulge of muscle between his neck and shoulder, leaving her foot hanging,
pointed, down his back. As his tongue taught Veronica the fine line between
tingly numbness and desperate hyperawareness, Archie’s large palm stroked
greedily down the underside of her thigh. He reached up to grip her ass and
pull her even more tightly against his mouth when, overcome by sensitivity,
Veronica unconsciously tilted her hips away from him. The pure aggression
seemed to have gone out of him, because he didn’t fight her or attempt to drag
her back. Instead, he took Veronica’s hands and helped her down―which required
a bit of effort with her legs as unsteady as they’d become. She thought it was
lucky that Archie was so strong.
He sat back on his heels and settled her in his lap. Her legs felt floppy and
disconnected as he spread them and pulled her slowly forward, but when his lips
got near enough to kiss, Veronica pressed her mouth passionately to his and
found again the voracious energy that had made her walk in on him showering in
the first place. Closing her eyes to kiss Archie was fine because there was
water running into them anyway. If the touch of his lips inspired a flood of
enthusiasm, the feel of him lifting her and guiding her down on his dick
inspired an ocean of it. Archie barely had the opportunity to find a safe place
for his careful hands before Veronica wriggled into a position with good
leverage and started to rise and fall on him, tipping her head back as she
moaned. She nearly unbalanced him again in her eagerness and they grabbed at
each other’s arms, laughing, to keep from toppling over. Archie adjusted his
legs beneath him. Veronica found that she could now touch the ground with her
knees―and that it let her feel Archie even deeper inside her. His hands swept
up and down her back, caressing her as her hips slammed down and her legs
trembled. She rubbed her clit against him by accident and swore. The words sent
his hands scrambling up between them to massage her breasts.
Tilting her head so the water wasn’t right in her eyes, Veronica locked her
gaze with Archie’s. His mouth had dropped open and he was breathing hard like
her, bumping his hips up from below to deliver striking thrusts―as clean and
precise as the football passes she’d seen him throw. Even practically clawing
towards orgasm, Archie was focused, working hard to take care of her while she
was in his arms. Veronica saw that this wasn’t someone she could fix with
sympathy or a donation from her wardrobe, but it might be someone she could
stand beside and learn to read a little better so that she could offer what she
was able. As thoroughly as he seemed to work through his stages of grief, or
whatever they were, Archie was obviously by no means over what had happened.
He’d want a conclusion, some sort of release…
Veronica grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him hard until climax forced
her mouth open in a visceral groan. An echoing sound tore from between Archie’s
gritted teeth and he pulled her body to his, still rocking up into her for a
few more moments. Raising a limp arm, Veronica slapped at the faucet until the
water stopping coming down on them, then draped both arms around Archie’s
shoulders and just laid her forehead against his neck. He started to
complain―something about getting cold and sitting on the hard floor of the
shower―but Veronica covered his mouth with her hand to enforce a couple more
minutes of peace. She wasn’t ready to move yet and she figured Archie could use
the stillness too.
“Are you ok?” Veronica asked finally, kissing his neck softly. Archie rested
his chin on her shoulder and she felt his sigh breeze down her naked back.
“Not yet,” he murmured, always so honest. She guessed he was counting on her
thick New Yorker skin to prevent her taking it as any kind of insult. Which it
did. Weirdly, Veronica thought his earnestness might be making her feel better
than a more positive lie would have. She was definitelychanging her tastes
since meeting these Riverdale kids.
“Anything that might make you feel better? That I can get for you right now,”
Veronica clarified, hugging her arms around him more securely. She didn’t want
him to answer with something like ‘revenge.’ It felt like what she would have
said if she’d been through what Archie had and she really didn’t want to hear
something so dark come from the lips of the most moral person she knew.
“A towel,” he replied. Veronica lifted her head to stare at him, eyebrows
scrunched together. They both burst out laughing.
“Yeah, alright,” she relented. “That I can do.”
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