War of Hormones - The Beast Within
What did that smirk across Betty's lips meant after her comment about "the beast within"? Could it have been caused by something she experienced before they entered the theater?
OK so… this was written over the course of two weeks, it started out as a one shot but I got carried away. I wanted it all to be written from Jughead POV… that didn't work out either. I am posting it though because I feel that it would be a waste not to, as, I am somewhat satisfied with it and also because I need feedback for betterment of future writing…as I feel Bughead is gonna be stuck with me for a while.
DISCLAIMER: I'm just someone who has become Bughead trash… I do not own any of these complex and beautiful characters.
Chapter 1: Realization
Jughead sauntered across the walkway up to the Coopers front door; his raised fist went to make contact but was denied when the door swung open to a semi startled Alice Cooper.
He immediately went into the explanation of coming to pick up Betty but Mrs Cooper spoke over him hastily. He was only able to make out only bits and pieces of what she was saying and praised his IQ that he was smart enough to make sense of it.
The words upstairs, birthday, getting ready and meeting was enough for him to ascertain the situation before Mrs Cooper flew out the door; a flurry of blonde tresses and baby blue scarf tails.
He called up the stairs making his presence known to Betty who was apparently getting ready, as he tried forced his mind away from the gutter only to fail miserably when his imagination generated images of the leggy blonde in various stages of undress; a state his mind has frequently an unholy amount of time during the course of the pass week.
His more "raunchy" fantasies where Betty was involved were usually tame and tempered easily as he was not one to dwell on physical attractiveness, neither was he one that made his hormones govern his actions. There were times when her kindness and brilliance stoked him into wanting to kiss her. Times where his mind would war whether he should deepen the kiss or if he should pull her closer, times when he wondered if the inside of her mouth tasted like her lips; like strawberries and vanilla, times where he wondered what it would feel like to hold her so close that her warmth and radiance rub off on him.
Those were mostly the extent to which his imagination would take him, a few other times his human nature would betray him and he would indulge more stimulating images, images where her hand replaced his own, but those imaginings only stayed long enough to abate his body's need for release. It was a practice he tried very hard to avoid as he was somewhat ashamed to falling prey just like every other teenage boy.
He knew she was desirable by society's standards but he was him and he didn't conform to society's ideals. However, his recent discovery of just how physically appealing she was caused him to question how he viewed himself. What he discovered made him question his judgement on society and it values. It made him contemplate his humanity and try as he may he couldn't escape the most basic of human weakness.
It didn't help any, that he already held her in high esteem, no, what he discovered ignited a flame that burned so hot, he feared he would crumble to ash, what he discovered made him susceptible to the most vicious of fantasies. His thoughts have never ventured into territories where his body ached to consume her, his mind had never conjured the most sinful images it has begun to do for the past week and he found himself cursing and praising whatever force it was that put the plays in motion for:
That faithful night when she seemingly forgot to close her curtains and as he glanced towards her window; something that had become a habit ever since he became roommates with his red headed best friend, and saw what rooted in the spot he stood; bewitched by the view that greeted him, he couldn't do the decent thing and turn away, No, he remained and watched as Betty shimmied out of her skinny jeans, her blouse previously discarded, he watched her model a simple baby pink cotton bra and matching panties utterly unaware of her audience. His body's reaction was far from simple though, as his jaw fell open, his abdomen clenched and his pants tightened.
The light from her bedside lamp painted her skin a soft gold and his mouth watered with the thought of pressing his lips to her beautifully curved neck; to the appealing indents of her clavicle and to the plump supple skin of a surprisingly generous amount of cleavage; his fingers ached to skim the smooth, firm skin that stretched over her taut stomach and her perfectly rounded ass. He sighed with both relief and frustration when she dawned her pajamas and disappeared into the darkness when she switched off her lamp.
It was a sight that had woken something in him, something primal and fierce and he wanted her; he wanted to be with her in the most unabashedly intimate ways and for the first time he felt like what he had tried very hard to avoid being labelled as "the cliché teenage boy whose hormones ruled his existence".
He was pulled from his thoughts when Betty hollered for him to 'come up, she's almost done'. He made his way to her room; pushed the door open and his breath hitched.
When she said almost done he thought she meant applying some form of makeup and or, accessories not- I only have my blouse left to put on almost done.
No Beta… apologies for whatever errors there might be.
Hope you like this chapter now go to the next and the next then tell me what you think.
