After writing the little thingy with drunk Jughead the other day, I thought I would give drunk Betty a try and it was actually pretty amusing. Hope you enjoy it as well :)
"Juggie, I'm home!" Betty exclaims as she stumbles through the front door, holding her shoes high above her head, a wide smile on her face.
"Woah, you're shitfaced." Jughead laughs and rushes forward to catch her as she stumbles again in her attempt to pull of her jacket. While Betty is not a drinker, Jughead expected Veronica's bachelorette party to end something like this, so he decided to stay up and do some writing while waiting for Betty to get home. As it seems, it was a good decision.
"I like mixed drinks, did you know it?" Betty asks excitedly as Jughead removes her jacket, hanging it by the door. "They're so fruity and colorful. I had to try them all."
"That explains a lot." He grins and takes the shoes out of her hand, putting them aside so she can't trip over them. "Did you have fun?"
"Mhm." She nods and wraps her arms around Jughead, pulling him close to her. "But I missed you. I missed your butt. Have I ever told you that you have a cute little butt?" She giggles, sliding her hand from his back to his bottom and giving it a squeeze, making Jughead jump in surprise.
"I'm pretty sure I would remember a compliment like that." He chuckles. "But thank you. You have quite a cute butt yourself."
"Well, it's true. You have a lot of nice body parts." Betty moves her hands back to his front, pushing him towards the couch until he's sitting. She pulls her skirt higher before straddling him and pressing her lips against his in a hungry kiss. He can taste the mix of different kinds of alcohol on her tongue and he's pretty sure his teetotal self could get drunk off just kissing her. Though it wouldn't be the first time he felt intoxicated by being in her presence alone. "Show me what you can do to me," she whispers into his ear seductively before bringing their faces together again and lightly biting his lip. "I want you to make me scream. And beg," she continues whispering against his neck, leaving little red marks behind as she grazes the sensitive skin with her teeth. "And then I wanna do the same to you until my name is the only word you remember," she says, her eyes locked with his as she slides her hand between them, teasing him through his jeans.
"You're the devil, Betts," he grunts and she bites her lip, rolling her hips against him and eliciting another satisfied noise from both of them.
Jughead learned a long ago that Betty was no saint in bed. The pastel cardigans may fool others, but he knows just what lies underneath them. But still, he isn't used to her throwing herself at him like this. The alcohol must be accentuating this hidden part of her and he hopes she'll be able to bring it up while she's sober.
"I'm more than I seem," she breaths against his lips.
"That you are. I just hope you didn't let anyone in the bar see that," he murmurs between kisses, letting his jealousy peak a little. It's not that he doesn't trust Betty. He does. More than anyone else. But she's gorgeous and he's sure there were plenty of men in the bar tonight fantasizing about all the things they could do to her. Things they could show her. Especially in her inebriated state. Not that it seemed to make her vulnerable. More the other way around.
"Don't be silly, Juggie." Betty shakes her head lightly. "See this?" She points to the thing golden ring with a blue jewel that glistens on her left hand. "This means you're the only man in my life. No amount of alcohol will make me forget that."
"Good," is all he says before he pulls her back to him, sliding his tongue into her mouth once again, suddenly craving the taste of her mixed with alcohol.
"Gosh, you're so handsome," Betty says once they pull apart for air, running her hand through Jughead's dark locks. "I hope our kids look like you."
"Our kids?" Jughead quirks his eyebrow amusedly. They did discuss the possibility of having kids in the past, but he never knew Betty went as far as imagining what they would look like. Although he did, he has always seen them as cute blonde angels just like Betty.
"Yes, I want a lot of cute babies with you." She nods her head as her hands continue to roam his chest. "Let's make one right now!" she yells out enthusiastically as if the idea just occurred to her and she can't wait to act on it. "Put a baby in me, Jughead Jones!"
"That's a decision we better make when we're both sober, don't you think?" Jughead asks with laugh. He and Betty are not even married yet, but he wants nothing more than to start a family with her. But right now she's certainly in no state to make these decisions.
"But…" she trails off and her bottom lip starts to quiver. "I want one now." She folds her arms, trying to look determined while tears fill her eyes. "Why don't you want to make me a baby? Don't you love me?"
Jughead can't help but laugh at her sudden change of moods. Alcohol does crazy things to Betty Cooper and he finds it incredibly amusing. "I will make you one soon. I promise. I love you so much," he whispers and gently strokes her face, wiping away the tears that rolled down her cheeks. "But first you need to get some sleep. You need energy for baby making, okay?"
She nods, rests her head on Jughead's shoulder and wraps her arms tightly around him while he kisses her cheek. "Okay, time for bed," he whispers when he feels her growing heavier in his arms, a sure sign she's falling asleep. He carries her to bed and tucks her in, a cheeky grin not leaving his face the whole time. It will surely be an amusing morning.
While writing this I decided to make it a 2 part story, because I really wanted to write about the morning after as well. Hopefully, part 2 will be posted soon.