"How many times are we going to push each other away?"
"Until it sticks."
The moonlight peeked through the covers of the curtain as she lay in bed contemplating about that fateful night. The night he left.
It's been over a week since Jughead had broken up with her. He was so cold, his eyes emotionless. Even after that, she cried and pleaded with him over the phone, begging him to talk to her. But, he ignored it all. It was as if their relationship didn't even exist.
As if they didn't share anything that would at least warrant a serious talk after the whole ordeal. How could he do this.
Several days of doubt, anger, and frustration at the whole situation wracked her mind and tore at her soul.
Perhaps being in the Serpents changed him more than she thought.
She knew that whatever it was that haunted him, she should be able to share in his misery, in whatever pain he was feeling. That's what a girlfriend is supposed to do.
But what was she really?
She knew that she shouldn't be wallowing in her grief. But a life without him… it was too painful to comprehend. Even getting out of bed was a feat in itself. His scent still lingered from all the times he snuck into her bedroom for a quick rendezvous. It all seems so long ago now. And she felt empty.
That scared her most of all, the emptiness. At least with pain, you could cry it out, scream it out, let it pour out until you run out of tears and the pain subsides. But with emptiness, there was really nothing else you could do with it, except let the numbness spread and creep its way into your heart.
Archie, Chuck, the Black Hood, and now Jughead… they all treated her like she was nothing. Nurturing the emptiness, letting it take root.
At that moment, something else brewed inside Betty, taking over her self-pity. Perhaps it was the same darkness that reared its head when she taught Chuck that lesson with all the girls. She thought it had retreated to the farthest corners of her mind. But now, it seems to have taken over, with a survival instinct all on its own.
All those years when she always acted as the sensible girl, the goody two shoes, the stickler for rule, the straight-A student, the perfect girl next door, but not anymore. She decided that this was the last straw.
Betty sat up from the bed and squared her shoulders.
"It's time to take charge now."
Her eyes darted to a black pile in a forgotten corner of her closet. Picking it up, she recognized it as the lingerie she wore during her Serpent dance. She recalled how Jughead struggled to look away while she slinked around the pole in the dark bar.
You won't be looking away now, she thought. Yes, I believe this will do.
Channeling her inner temptress, Betty slipped into the lingerie. Finding her coat, she quickly buttoned it over the lingerie. Deciding that the outfit would not be complete without a pair of heels, she rummaged through her closet for the black shiny stilettos she wore only once during a party.
Giving herself a once-over in the mirror, she noted how out of place her tight ponytail was with the whole outfit. Swiftly removing the elastic, she let her long blonde curls cascade down her shoulder.
With a determined gaze, Betty sauntered out of her room with only one goal in mind.
Get revenge on Jughead Jones.
Unaware of what was to come, Jughead sat at the table looking off into space, replaying the past events in his mind. Seeing Betty's crushed face over and over when he walked away.
It was better this way. Sooner or later, she would eventually see him for who or what he really was, and now was a better time than any to avoid that heartache.
He was snapped out of his melancholic state by a knock on the door. He glanced at the clock, reading 9:45 pm. His breath hitched in his throat.
Who the fuck would be knocking at the trailer at this hour?, he thought to himself.
Steeling himself, he knew it would probably be one of his fellow Serpents, ready to subject him to another test of loyalty.
He opened the door and his jaw dropped in surprise at seeing Betty on the other side, with her beautiful blonde hair framing her face like an angel, almost in stark contrast to the devilish grin she now directed at him.
"Betty, what the hell are…"
Before he could finish his sentence, Betty stepped up to him, with a predatory gaze and without warning, she brought her lips to his.
Pushing him further into the trailer and nudging the door shut with her foot, all the while never stopping the kiss.
Amidst her fervent kisses, and with great control, Jughead grabbed Betty by the arms and reluctantly pulled back to look at her.
"Betty?... What are you doing? Why are you here?", his gaze was a mixture of surprise and lust.
Annoyed at being interrupted, Betty gave him a mischievous glare and then took a step back from him, slowly unbuttoning her coat, "What does it look like I'm doing?"
Jughead's eyes widened in surprise as Betty let her coat fall to the floor, wearing nothing but the lingerie she wore when she did the Serpent dance a few nights ago.
His gaze darkened with lust and his eyes swept her form longingly, "I don't understand…"
Before he could ask anymore questions, Betty closed the distance between them and lifted a finger to his lips, shushing him. "Shh...just for tonight Juggie, it's just us. Let's forget everything else."
Knowing that Betty was acting completely out of character, he moved to distance himself, fighting all his male instincts, but it didn't help that her hands cupped his face in place and she licked his bottom lip, "Don't think baby… just feel", before biting into his lower lip.
Her lips now becoming aggressive and slipping her tongue into his mouth, Jughead couldn't help but growl in response, the twitch in his pants becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. As their kisses turned hungry, his hands started to grope her, wanting nothing more than to rip off the lingerie so he could run his hands over her bare skin.
Sensing his eagerness, Betty pushed him off her and he fell onto the couch. "What the fu-" Before he could cuss in surprise, Betty straddled his lap and kissed him hard on the mouth, swallowing his words, delving her tongue into his mouth. "I'm in control tonight Juggie, you can't touch me until I tell you to".
With that, she stood up, stepped away from him and turned around. Jughead didn't know how to react to this. On one hand, he knew he needed to stick by his earlier resolve and push her away but on the other hand, he couldn't stop the overwhelming desire that was taking over his body as he watched Betty from his spot on the couch, every fabric clinging to her curves and her hair gorgeously cascading down her breasts.
His thoughts were then cut short when Betty started to sway her hips to the beat of whatever silent music was in her head. Ever so slowly, she started unclasping the hooks that held her lingerie together, freeing her breasts from their confines, and revealing her perky nipples underneath. Left with nothing but a black lace thong, she slowly sauntered back to the couch, where Jughead stared at her with a hunger in his eyes, his fists clenched at the sides. There was something else. A hint of resolve?
"Betts… we can't do this", shaking his head to prove a point
Betty raised an eyebrow at him, "Why the hell not?"
"Because… we are not together anymore and this isn't right."
A spark of anger ignited in Betty, her thoughts turning dark, It's not right? Since when does the leader of the Southside Serpents get to make a judgement call on what's right or wrong. What's not right is pushing your girlfriend away as if she was nothing, without an explanation, without even fucking looking back. Her angry thoughts were slowly rising to the surface at that one commentbut she was careful to keep her expression unreadable.
Unwavering, Betty went down on her knees in front of him and started removing his belt buckle, then unzipping his pants. The sight of his prominent bulge made her gulp in anticipation. He was bigger than she expected.
"Betts… stop", he croaked. She knew it was taking everything in him to say those words, considering how dangerously close her mouth was to his erection.
Without listening, Betty pulled down the elastic band of his boxers, and grabbed his bulge and started stroking him up and down, earning a strangled moan from Jughead.
"You were saying?..." she said teasingly.
"Fuck, don't stop…" Jughead's eyes slid shut as he could feel himself getting harder with every pump.
"That's what I thought."
Smiling triumphantly, Betty stroked him faster, then she stuck her tongue out to lick the pre-cum that was spilling from the slit of his cock. Jughead watched hungrily as she stroked and licked, unable to stop himself from saying his next words,
"Take me in your mouth…"
Betty's eyes widened in surprise, "Are you sure you want this?... A moment ago you were telling me to stop."
"Fuck Betts, just swallow my cock. Now…"
With a satisfied grin, Betty slowly placed her lips over the tip licking it as her mouth slid down his shaft, taking him in her mouth as he requested, completely satisfied at the way Jughead was squirming and groaning above her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and keeping her in place.
"You like that baby?"
"Yes, fuck, don't stop Betts…"
Feeling him harden even more in her mouth, Betty continued sucking and licking his shaft. Judging from the tremble in his body and the hitched breaths as she continued her ministrations, Betty knew he was close.
Then without warning, Betty stopped what she was doing and promptly got up to stand. She quickly put on her coat and gave a quick peck on the lips to a dumbfounded Jughead, before she briskly went out the door without a word.
For the umpteenth time that night, all Jughead could think was, What the fuck.
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