A/N: Last chance warning, full smut ahead. -AL

She wasn't a doll.

And she didn't know why people seemed determined to treat her like one. But she'd allowed Veronica to sit behind her to manipulate her hair, anyway. At least it wasn't like with Cheryl. It had been invasive to have the redhead in her room, in her space, applying powder to her face. With Veronica, she could almost pretend she was alone. Almost.

She couldn't see Veronica. If she moved just two feet over to the side, she would be sitting in front of the mirror and she would be able to watch the brunette. The feeling of having someone at her back was starting to affect her, but she refused to move. She just let the goosebumps erupt all over her arms.

Veronica didn't have the light touch that Cheryl seemed to. Her touch was firm as she played with Betty's hair – almost rough. She preferred it to Cheryl's deceptive gentleness.

Veronica wrapped her hand around Betty's pony tail. She was supposed to be taking it out and braiding Betty's hair for the game later tonight, but there was something wonderful about holding the other girl's mane in her hand. She wished she were pulling Betty's hair in an entirely different fashion. She was surprised at the thought, but it made sense. She hadn't seen much excitement since moving to Riverdale, and as unlikely as it seemed, Veronica was starting to think the pretty blonde was the most exciting thing about the town.

She finally put Betty's hair down and ran her fingers through it. It slipped through Veronica's hands like fine sand, smooth and soft. Her hands slipped to Betty's shoulders and ran all the way down the bare flesh to Betty's wrists. If she pressed her chest into the other girl's back, it would be an embrace.

"What are you doing?"

Veronica could hear the half-smile in Betty's voice, the one that affixed itself to Betty's face when she was confused or hesitant. Betty was almost smiling the wrong kind of smile. It was as intriguing as it was irritating. She let her hands fall away in a momentary retreat.

She tilted Betty's head to the side and began half of the French braid that would crown the blonde's face. Her fingers made quick work of the task and she gripped the girl's chin to move her face the other way.

"You're good at that," Betty said. "I'm not sure I'll be able to do it that well for you."

Veronica turned Betty's head once more to connect the braids. "So humble, Betty." Veronica finished the low ponytail, but left her hand wrapped around the nape of Betty's neck.

The hand that wasn't holding her steady slid down Betty's side slowly. Betty's body felt good through the thin fabric of their practice uniform. She got to the hem of Betty's top and lifted it just a little so that her fingers traced against the bare skin of Betty's side.

Betty twisted her head around until her neck was free in order to face Veronica, but Veronica still had one hand on her waist. "Seriously, what are you doing?" The smile was gone.

"Seducing you," Veronica whispered in her ear. Her newly free hand cupped Betty's face and she pressed her lips against her.

Betty pulled away and ducked her head into her shoulder. "I'm not like that."

"You were okay with it in the gym," Veronica pointed out.

"That was just for show." Betty sounded unsure.

"Was it? I certainly enjoyed it." Veronica moved in for another kiss. This time she came in so close that their noses knocked into each other. She sucked Betty's lower lip for half a second, before her friend moved away again. Veronica moved in again.

Before she could make contact a third time, Betty was standing before her where she sat on the bed. She was angry and upset, but still close. "We can't."

"Why not? You didn't run from the gym at tryouts. You aren't running from me now. Give me one reason we shouldn't and please don't say Archie. We both know that isn't happening anytime soon."

Betty seemed genuinely upset at her words. "You want one reason? Because you're mean. Stereotypically mean. I would never enjoy something like – whatever – with someone like you."

Veronica reached out quickly and grabbed Betty's ass to pull her even closer. She could just lean forward and bury her head between Betty's legs. It would be quick and easy, but she settled for squeezing Betty's ass instead. "Maybe you'd enjoy it because it's 'someone like me.'"

Betty put her hands on Veronica's shoulders to push her away, but Veronica kept her grip on the lower half of the other girl's body. One arm snaked around Betty's waist and pulled her close to her body between her legs in some semblance of a hug. That freed the other hand to dip low between the girl's thighs to brush against the thin compression shorts they practiced in.

Veronica rubbed her entire palm against Betty's clothed mound. The other girl's mouth parted and Veronica noticed that she was no longer trying to pull away. She kept up a steady pace. Betty began leaning into the supporting arm under her ass as the hand rubbed up and down between her legs. Her fingers dug into Veronica's shoulders as her eyes closed and her cheeks become a vibrant pink.

"I–this isn't–" Betty's thighs parted a little more.

"I want to touch you. Taste you," Veronica countered.

"Umm," Betty swallowed hard.

"Please?" Veronica said softly.

Betty's eyes flew open. She looked down at the other girl. "What?"

"Please?"

Something about the other girl asking sweetly had Betty nodding along with the movements of Veronica's hand. "Yes, yes." A little bit more and Betty would be–

Veronica stopped touching her and Betty could have cried out in disappointment. The brunette stood, sliding her hands up under Betty's shirt as she did.

"C-can I keep the top?" Betty asked.

There was a glint in Veronica's eye. "Just the pants off? Quick and dirty. I like that."

Betty's stomach jumped. She hadn't meant it like that, but she didn't have time to dwell. Veronica turned them so that it was her against the bed. She gave the other girl a light push and Betty sat down, her knees weak. She scooted towards the center absentmindedly and Veronica pursued her, crawling on her knees.

Betty stopped when she'd reached the headboard, somewhat reclining on it and the pillow behind her.

"Take off the shorts. Please."

Betty nodded, still just as entranced with that word out of Veronica's mouth. She hooked her fingers into the clinging fabric and slowly tugged them off.

Betty's slow movement was borne of timidness, Veronica was sure, but it was maddening. Didn't she realize it was practically a striptease at that speed? Veronica met her hands when they reached her thighs and pulled the article off the rest of the way. She noticed the thong was with them. It took immense willpower not to zero in on Betty's center. Instead, she tried to enjoy the feeling of Betty's smooth legs as she finally bared her lower half completely.

She traced upwards slowly, past Betty's ankles – ankles she'd love to tie up someday – and the back of her knees – Veronica didn't miss the way Betty jerked in sensitivity when they were caressed – to finally meet the apex of her friend's thighs where her legs just barely laid open.

She breathed deep, both so Betty could feel her breath on her mound and so that she could take in Betty's sweet scent. The blonde worried her lips and looked away, embarrassed.

"You're beautiful," Veronica told her.

Betty looked low and met her eyes. "You can't mean–"

"I do. And you smell nice, too." Veronica smiled and found that she enjoyed teasing Betty. Not that anything she was saying was a lie. "Wider, please."

Betty tipped her head back and inched her thighs apart.

"Wider," Veronica grinned.

"How wide do they have to be?" Betty grumbled, but she moved them further apart anyway. She was starting to feel a little cold down there.

"Wider."

"You can't be serious." Betty looked down at her, irritated.

Veronica ran a finger softly across Betty, finding her clit immediately and making the other girl gasp. "So wide it hurts."

As Veronica lightly rubbed circles on her, Betty stretched her legs far apart. It made her feel wanton – and what if somebody came in to her room? There would be no hiding what they were doing, not with Betty completely exposed in this pose.

"That's a good girl. So eager."

"I'm not–"

Veronica gave one long, hard lick all across Betty's folds and she shut up immediately. She began to run her head up and down as she did it over and over, as she got a feel for Betty's cunt.

She purred and licked her lips. Not only was she gorgeous, but Betty was sumptuous. Soft and wet all over. The way she was already slick everywhere made Veronica think that it was seeping out of her. Uncontrollable. The thought excited the brunette and she caught a bit of the other girl's gentle pink flesh between her white teeth.

Betty moaned and the sound was more a realization of helplessness than pain. If Veronica's face buried in her pussy made Betty uncomfortable – and Veronica thought it might by the way Betty refused to look down her body between her legs – she still didn't try to pull herself away. Veronica was delighted. She had no plan to remove her mouth anytime soon. She smiled against Betty's sex, her tongue flicking out to touch the other girl's clit.

"Oh no," Betty said softly. The other girl thrashed in embarrassment as Veronica found out just how much wetter Betty's sex was than someone else's mouth. She could feel the slickness cover the area around her lips, like a Betty-milk moustache.

"Mmm." Veronica's lips took over now as she repositioned her head over Betty's mound. She sucked like Betty was the sweetest candy she'd ever had.

Her hands went helplessly to Veronica's jet hair. Veronica wanted to suck the very sensation out of her through her skin. It seemed like Betty couldn't decide whether she wanted that, too, or whether she wanted to push the other girl's face away. The blonde ultimately settled instead for quickly stroking the other girl's hair, unintentionally cluing Veronica in to the pace that Betty wanted.

Betty's hands were driving Veronica wild. Every once in a while, Betty's fingers would slip to her cheeks on their way to stroke down her hair and the feel of Betty's small, smooth hands on her face while she kissed and sucked between her thighs made Veronica feel cherished.

Veronica felt those hands against her again and gasped in Betty's sent, swallowing hard. She began working her neck hard by rocking her head and mouth into Betty and the blonde began to tremble. The hands on her head were helping her face get into the rhythm. Her teeth mashed into the girl's mound every so often and the girl would give small yelps, as if the sensations startled her every time. Veronica's hands slid from where they had been spearing Betty open to the girl's ass. She lifted Betty's pelvis up by her cheeks so that her mound would hit Veronica's mouth at the perfect angle for tasting and sucking.

Veronica started to fuck her own face against Betty.

She sucked and swallowed desperately at Betty. She couldn't get enough of everything, not rubbing her tongue hard at the girl's clit or mouthing it as close to her throat as she could get. Her favorite thing as her face went in, in, in towards Betty's mound was worrying the sensitive bud with her lips. She did it roughly and the steady pound she'd built up as she rocked against Betty's softness had the other girl shaking.

"Veronica," Betty said softly. "Veronica, Veronica!"

The brunette was nearly in tears. Her mouth was full of Betty's salty flesh and her own cunt was so slippery and aching that it hurt just to wiggle her lower body enough to rock into Betty.

"Ah!" It was a small noise and not completely remarkable, but Veronica looked up to see the intense pleasure on Betty's face as she closed her eyes and came hard. Her hands fell away to her side and her hips jutted up and into Veronica as her orgasm jerked its way through her system.

Veronica crawled up her friend's body and let herself fall on top of her. She was out of breath and extremely satisfied. She fulfilled the fantasy she'd had since laying eyes on the blonde and now she was nuzzling her. Veronica knew that Betty would be too polite to push her away and she wanted to enjoy the moment for as long as she could get it to last.

"That was…nice," Betty finally spoke, but her voice sounded uncertain.

"Mmmhmm." Veronica tried to press closer to her again. "And I'll do it to you whenever you want. You taste so good."

Betty seemed like she didn't know what to say. "I should – do you want me to?"

Veronica didn't breathe. Could Betty be saying what she desperately hoped she was saying? "Only if you want."

"Do you want me to?"

"It wouldn't take much to make me come. Not after that." Veronica could hardly contain her excitement.

"That's a 'yes.'" She gave that smile again and seemed more determined than excited. "What do I do?"

"Don't be coy. I just ate you out like a five course meal."

Betty blushed and Veronica felt bad. "Look, maybe you could just touch me? The way I touched you earlier?" She rolled onto her back and peered at Betty hopefully.

"No, I – I want to try –" Betty's eyes moved down Veronica's body as she propped up on an elbow.

Veronica nodded and tried to contain her excitement. "First, your face goes this way." She grabbed the girl's head and pushed it lower.

Betty pulled away. "Don't pull at my head," she said with a frown. "I was on my way."

"Would you rather I sat on your face?"

Betty's mouth popped open. "There's that meanness again."

Veronica narrowed her eyes. "It's only mean if I don't let you breathe."

"I don't think this was a good idea." Betty sat back on her knees and glared at Veronica.

Veronica reached up and framed Betty's face. She gave the other girl a long, slow kiss. "What do you think of the way you taste?" She whispered the words before going in again and using her tongue to explore every inch of Betty's mouth, the same way she traced at her clit.

Veronica pulled away and lay back down on the bed. She pulled Betty's head lower once more, towards her core. This time, the girl didn't resist.

Her heart was pounding and her thoughts ran wild. She wondered if seducing Betty could be as easy as giving the girl an orgasm and whether Betty had ever even had one before. If she could get her to go this far, Veronica wondered at what else she could make Betty do. But first, the other girl needed to tongue her pussy now, if she meant it, or Veronica would go insane.

Betty gave a small, testing lick. It was light, way too light and it didn't land near enough where she was needed.

"Do you know how to find it?" Veronica asked, strained.

"Yes," Betty defended herself, "it's just–you look different."

"I know. Everyone does!"

"I know!" Betty gave another experimental nudge against Veronica with her nose.

Veronica let out a deep breath. "You have to open me!" Her spread legs could only do so much.

Betty framed her hands around Veronica's mound. "Relax."

"You're not making me feel at ease."

Betty seemed almost pleased with herself. "You're like a little pillow."

"Shut up."

"It's a good thing." Betty slid her fingers between Veronica's plump folds and pumped them in and out against the length of her.

Veronica blushed high on her face and on the sides of her neck. "Betty, please."

The blonde used her thumbs on her friend's outer lips until she was finally bare to Betty's mouth.

When she finally put her lips against her and sucked, Veronica realized that it was better than a fantasy. So much better. Never in a million years could she have dreamed the sweet and uptight girl would kiss her there.

Betty was slow. Veronica didn't know if it was because she'd never done it before or if she was just taking her time. Both thoughts made her wild. To think that she could be the girl's first, that Betty would be with her and only her for as long as Veronica had say over it, made her wild.

The blonde forced two fingers on either side of her clit and sucked at the protruding bud. She was relentless. "You're not much for teasing, are you?" Veronica panted. Betty didn't say anything, just kept sweeping her blunt and forceful tongue over Veronica's sensitive skin, side to side.

Betty must have gone on like that for minutes, stopping only occasionally to swipe her fingers across the other girl and get a better grip on her clit. A deep frenzy of sensation was beginning to build between her legs when Veronica heard a light smacking sound. She looked down to see Betty Cooper kissing her cunt, her lips puckered as they met the soft flesh between her legs. Veronica grabbed Betty's head and pressed her close as she came. The other girl seemed started, but didn't resist. She even stuck out her tongue to give some final teasing licks to Veronica's fluttering sex.

Veronica fell back, the skin all over her body suddenly freezing. "Betty?"

Betty scooted up further on the bed and leaned over Veronica. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Yes?"

"I don't think you're supposed to be so good at that."

Betty's answering smile was sardonic. "Because I'm an inexperienced goody-two-shoes?"

"No, because you claimed you weren't like 'that.'"

Betty pulled away. "Why do you always have to ruin everything?"

"Well, are you?" Veronica asked.

"Are you?" Betty countered. "I've seen the way you look at Archie."

Veronica rolled her eyes. "You need to get over Archie. It's pathetic."

"Why do you care about what I do so much?" Betty pulled her knees up to her chest and turned away from Veronica.

"You're my only friend here, who am I supposed to care about?"

"Literally anyone else! Why are you obsessed with me and Archie?"

"You're just as obsessed with me! I'm confident enough to say what I want, do who I want. And you aren't and it drives you crazy." She grabbed her purse from the foot of the bed.

"You aren't confident, you're cruel." Betty tried to bite her cheek to keep her from crying, but the pain only made her eyes water more.

Veronica looked angry. "What are you talking about?"

"This –" Betty gestured to the messy bed. She still hadn't put on her bottoms.

Veronica looked sad. "Betty…"

"You haven't answered my question. Are you?"

The brunette looked away. "I don't know."

"Then why are you torturing me? Getting close to me and then doing – doing these things to hurt me?"

"Why are you letting me?" Veronica was back to being harsh again.

Betty just looked at her with those big, wet eyes.

"I – I know why. You're good." Veronica ran a hand through her hair. "I think I know why Archie won't let himself get too close to you, too. It's like – like you make people better and maybe it scares him, but I l – I like it. It makes me feel stupid in a good way. I'm selfish enough to want it – to want all of you. I want to be changed by you, be better because of you. And, I just really want you."

"I don't want to change you," Betty said, her brows drawn as she looked at her friend.

It was Veronica's turn to tear up. "Why wouldn't you? I'm mean and cruel."

"I want you to stop toying with me. I want to know why we did what we just did. I want to know what it means."

"It means I like you, Betty. And I want to keep liking you. All the time." Veronica's eyes slid up and down Betty's half-clothed body.

"And in public?" Betty's arms were still crossed.

Veronica sat down on the bed. "I know you want answers, Betty, but I don't have all of them. I don't really know what this is, or what I want it to be."

Betty sat next to her. "At least you're being honest. This isn't some elaborate joke? No hidden cameras? Because I don't really know how I feel anymore, either." She used her shoulder to nudge Veronica platonically.

"Hey, if you want to get down and dirty on film, I'd never say no to that keepsake." That elicited a small laugh from Betty. "No, no joke." The other girl didn't say anything else. "What do we do now?"

"We have an hour before we have to get changed for the game," Betty said. She fell back on the bed.

Veronica grinned and followed her.