Riverdale Promptathon Post!
Excruciatingly late, I know, though I intend to keep working on the prompts some of you peeps sent me. So this post serves two purposes:
1. To fulfil this anonymous prompt from the most recent @riverdalepromptathon : “promptathon prompt—an awkward moment concerning miss Emma Jones?”
2. To give those of you who like my Jordan Jones x River Blossom fanfic a taste of what’s to come!
Note: Jordan can’t catch a break in this next chapter :’) poor guy hahahah
River’s body was warm, heated against his own - particularly where her legs straddled his waist. Jordan made an involuntary gasp as she moved her hips, and a jolt of heat shot up through his stomach. Then he swallowed as he felt her hands running up under his shirt. He pulled away from her lips only long enough to remove the offending material from his body, then sat up to join their mouths again.
He slipped one hand up to the collar of her flannel button down and clumsily popped open the first button. His heart raced in anticipation, but he only felt good, positive rushes of adrenaline as he let his hand trail down the front of her shirt and unlatched another button. Then he gripped one of her thighs and turned them both around; with his other hand he steadily leaned River back against his pillows…
It was in this position, Jordan’s body firmly wedged on top of River’s, his face dangerously close to her chest as he kissed her neck and collarbone where her now completely unbuttoned shirt exposed her red bra (and a significant amount of skin), her fingernails digging into the skin of his bare back and her legs locked suggestively around his waist, that the bedroom door - unnoticed by either of them - opened.
“What are you guys doing?” A surprised voice came from the doorway.
Jordan stiffened; his hand froze as he realized he was holding River’s right breast. He took in her wide eyes, then slowly peered back over his shoulder… and his eyes locked with Emma’s confused emerald orbs.
A cold and abrupt sensation, like a bucket of ice being dumped over his head, suddenly ran down Jordan’s spine. “Nothing. Get out of here.” He said quickly, hoping that his sister would just listen to him for once and close the damn door.
Apparently this afternoon just wasn’t going to swing Jordan’s way, because mere seconds later his sister (in an obvious state of surprise and horror) raised her voice and practically shrieked: “Oh my God! Are you having sex?!”
“Emma! Get the hell out!”
Jordan didn’t have time to say anything else - nor to throw the closest reachable object at his sister - before another voice was joining her in the doorway.
“What are you two screaming about?” Jordan’s mother asked, an annoyed expression on her face as she turned her gaze away from Emma and looked into Jordan’s bedroom. Betty took in the scene, and watched as Jordan quickly removed his hand from where it still lingered on River’s chest, before she grimaced and reached out to grab the door handle and pulled it shut with a loud thud. Through the door, River and Jordan could both hear the muffled sound of Betty chastising Emma for opening her brother’s door without knocking first.
River’s legs went limp and she covered her face with her hands. “Oh, God.” She choked out. She took in a little gasp. “I can’t believe…”
Jordan swallowed. The pre-interruption excitement was well and truly gone, replaced by an odd combination of guilt and embarrassment. “Yeah.” He huffed out, then moved to lay down beside her. “I’m… so sorry.”
River moved some of her fingers apart so she could stare at him from between her hands. “It’s not your fault,” she swallowed, “but we probably should have locked the door…”
“Well, to be fair, I wasn’t really expecting us to…”
“Yeah, I know.” She nodded, then sighed and moved her hands away from her face, resting them beside her as she stared mournfully up at the ceiling. Her eyes suddenly screwed up. “God, your Mom saw my bra.”
Jordan smirked. “I mean, it’s a good thing she didn’t walk in any later or she might’ve seen a lot more than that.”
“It’s not funny.” She said, glaring at him. But there was a hint of amusement still present as she sighed. “How am I meant to look her in the eyes after this?”
“Hey… don’t be embarrassed…” He said, rather hypocritically since he himself was so embarrassed he risked spontaneously combusting, and rolled onto his side to place his hand on her arm. “As you love reminding me, my Mom spent, like, three years studying why sex is good for you. She has a doctorate on the topic…” Jordan still felt his nervous emotions raging, but managed to mentally reach out and latch onto a semblance of cool logic. “I’m sure she of all people isn’t going to dwell on our moderate state of undress.”
River huffed. “That is not what your Mom’s dissertation was about.”
Jordan pursed his lips. “Well, on the bright side, Mom’s probably just going to be annoyed with me because I ‘let’ Emma walk in on us, not because we were… making out.” Jordan exhaled in a long rush… but then he frowned. He felt completely mortified that two separate members of his family had walked in on him and River in an… intimate moment. But… that was it. He didn’t feel awkward, or uncomfortable about the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, nor that River was still laying beside him with her bra visible for the whole bedroom to see. He kind of just wished he’d locked the door so they could have continued their… spontaneous exploration of each other’s bodies.
His eyebrows knit together, confusion setting in when he realized his hand was still tingling from the rough feeling of the lace overlay of River’s bra… and his stomach was twisted in bubbling knots, but the sensation was more enjoyable than it was distressing…
Full chapter should be online in the next few days!
