A/N: Hey guys,

So this is essentially an extension of my story The Perfect Enigma, however, I didn't want to up the rating so I am posting this on its own and may add some more m rated one shots here.

I would just like to thank everyone who has been following, favouriting and reviewing that story! I am so grateful and will try and get around to all your suggestions as soon as I can.

In the mean time I hope you enjoy this passionate little piece, inspired by LoisLane2012 who made the wonderful suggestion of Jughead watching Betty get dressed while hanging out at Archie's. I've used this as my base idea and changed it a little. Thanks lovely for the suggestion!

and thanks to everyone for reading, enjoy! x


One of the things that infuriated Jughead most about his "best friend"- the term was one he now used loosely, after the events of the summer, they were working on it though- was his utter obliviousness to the world around him. It was a trait that had never failed to exasperate him since they were four year old kids. Yet, now as Jughead was hanging out with Archie in his room, the former typing away at the keys of his laptop finishing an article for the Blue and Gold and the latter working on some homework, he suddenly found himself extremely grateful for his friend's oblivious nature. And the source of this sudden surge of gratitude filling the usually apathetic teen's being was none other than his girlfriend the literal 'girl next door'.

Archie and Betty's bedroom windows were located directly adjacent of one another, an architectural feature that had always been favoured when they were kids. Jughead and Archie would always sit on his windowsill on the nights Jughead had stayed over and talk to Betty across the way who was always perched at hers. But right now in the present day he found himself excruciatingly conflicted between appreciating the windows location and loathing it.

His beautiful, blonde haired girlfriend was currently in her room wearing nothing but the tiny River Vixens shorts she wore at cheer practice and a simple navy sports bra. And from his position at Archie's desk that was located in front of his window, Jughead had a front row seat to her glory. He swallowed thickly watching her move gracefully around her bedroom tidying the already impeccable space, biting his lip to hold back a groan as she bent down to pick up a book off the floor, giving him a wonderful view of her behind. Part of him felt ashamed at watching her like this, although it was nothing he hadn't seen before. In fact he had seen her in much, much less before. But still there was something very intimate about watching her move about her room, unaware of his eyes following said movements, that made him feel as though he was breaching her privacy. Sighing he tore his eyes away from the window attempting to distract himself, so as not to embarrass himself.

Looking over his shoulder he noticed that Archie was still too consumed by his battle with chemistry to pay any attention to the very attractive scene unfolding in the house next door. Prompting Jughead to once again thank whatever God was up there for his friend's inability to focus on more than one thing at once. Turning back to the desk and the neglected article about the compromised democratic integrity of the student council election, Jughead fell victim to an unexpected wave of jealously. Envy crept into his veins like a ghost in the night causing him to wonder how often Betty changed in front of her window like that. How often Archie had been sitting here while she did. The thought made his blood boil, but he tried to keep his composure, reminding himself that Betty was his girlfriend and he was the only one who had ever been witness to her baring herself, body and soul in the most intimate way humanly possible; the thought did calm him.

That was until he glanced back up from his laptop moments later to see her before her mirror with a particularly interesting item of clothing clutched in her hands. A flannel shirt, his flannel shirt. Jughead watched her shrug the item over her shoulders, green eyes darkening considerably in a haze of lust. He could do nothing but stare as her delicate fingers began to fasten the buttons, covering the deliciously creamy skin he had been admiring earlier. But just when he thought she couldn't get any more attractive, she bent slightly to shimmy her tiny shorts off her bottom, dropping them to the floor and kicking them away at her ankles. His mouth was wide open now, the burning in his lower stomach quickly building to an inferno as she stood before her mirror long, tan legs exposed, and perfectly contrasting to the dark red of his flannel which brushed her thighs in a way his fingers yearned to do. He had never seen her look so good, so sexy. But his undoing came a moment later after she had shaken her shiny, impossibly soft hair loose from her standard pony tail, running her fingers through it before turning to face her window, to face him and winked before moving to her bed and opening her journal. That was it. He needed to see her now. Needed to kiss her, to ravish her, to leave her panting and gasping for breath.

Standing abruptly Jughead finally drew Archie's attention. Holding on to the last of his self control as not to reveal his… problem, Jughead called upon his mask of brooding features. Archie just looked at him quizzically, waiting for an explanation to his friend's sudden action. "I have to go," was all he managed to get out before rushing out of the room and down stairs ignoring Archie's confused protests as they drowned into white noise, the closer he got to the front door.

Knowing her parent's would still be at work for a few hours, Jughead quickly rounded on her front door throwing it open and taking the stairs two at a time. Finally he reached her room, bursting into the pastel pink sanctuary and zeroing in on his girlfriend who was sitting on her bed in nothing but his flannel, with a smug smirk painted on her perfect, luscious pink lips. Jughead groaned again at the sight of her and wasted no time moving toward her, corrupting her personal space and crashing his lips urgently to hers. Betty's smirk fell away immediately as she responded to her boyfriend's passionate embrace. His body came flush against hers allowing her to feel the hard planes of his frame against her soft curves, inducing a breathy moan from her lips. Jughead urged her to lie back on the bed, hands pinning her wrists down as he moved to rest above her. His tongue brushed her lips in a sultry manner demanding entry which she willingly gave. As Jughead probed her mouth with his tongue he was once again reminded how erotic the taste of strawberry lip gloss and vanilla milkshakes could be, sending a jolt of pleasure right to his core.

As his tongue did wicked things Betty wriggled to get her hands free, the need to touch him becoming a desperate one. Jughead only seemed to relish in her torture, pressing her harder into the mattress and playfully nipping her lip before moving his lips out of reach of her own. Betty pouted in response, yet it didn't last long as their eyes met. His green orbs were dark with lust, crashing into her steely blue gaze, one she was sure gave away her own explicit desires. The tension in the air was palpable, passion blazing around them like an inferno. The blonde couldn't help but squirm as his eyes continued to strip her bare, leaving her soul on display for him to take advantage of in the best way possible. Jughead brushed her blonde curls away from her face with one hand yet kept her wrists restrained above her head with the other, letting her know he was in charge today. Slowly, painfully slowly he leaned down, the sensation of his breath on her neck causing Betty's eyes to flutter closed in pleasure. She braced for the pleasure of his mouth on her sensitive skin, but it did not come. Instead he moved his lips impossibly close to her ear, whispering yet not touching.

"So what was all that about?" His husky voice, raw and deep with passion only she could alight invaded her senses. And oh that voice did things to her, such wonderfully erotic things she never imagined she could feel, causing a surge of wetness to gather in her panties. Biting her lip to hold in a moan Betty managed to gather her scrambled thoughts enough to reply in a breathy tone that sent Jughead's blood rushing south, "I don't know what you mean."

Growling the raven haired boy pressed his hips into hers, showing her exactly what effect she was having on him, eliciting a whimper from the girl beneath him as he put pressure in all the right places.

"Do you put on strip tease shows regularly?" he pressed on, this time biting down lightly on the shell of her ear, making coming up with a response near impossible. He was driving her absolutely wild.

"Only for you," she panted, too turned on to care if she sounded wanton. Jughead smirked at her answer before sensually attacking her neck with a series of open-mouthed kisses, licks and bites each one responsible for another moan, or gasp or whimper from his girlfriend. Satisfied that she learnt her lesson he released her hands, moving his own to rest on her toned, smooth thighs, while hers roamed the skin of his back and chest pulling his t-shirt up in a frenzy to signal she wanted it off. He gladly obliged pulling away just long enough to shed it before returning back to the beauty beneath him. Betty sighed in appreciation at her boyfriend's bare chest, admiring the lean muscles of his torso and then arms as they flexed when his hands tightened against her thighs. Unable to resist much longer, the blonde began to explore the well -known territory of hard planes of muscle, cherishing the way they contracted under her hands making her feel empowered, sexy and beautiful all at once. It was truly intoxicating.

"Betts," Jughead moaned as her hands trailed lower, and her lips joined in on her appreciation of his body, moving across his collar bone in a much too scandalous way for a good girl like her. But it was times like this that he knew better than ever that beneath her pastel sweaters and neat hairdo there was a bad girl, yearning to be fed by darkness. Deciding he needed to become an active player in their little game again, the outwardly dark boy began sliding his hands higher up her inner thighs, teasing the skin there, making Betty's breath hitch. Inching higher he traced the lace rim of her panties keeping his eyes locked on her face, his stomach tightening impossibly further at the glazed over look in her eyes as she stilled her own hands and waited for his next move with baited breath. He hooked his fingers through the elastic of the garment, achingly slowly pulling it down her legs, the lace tickling her skin, before throwing them to the floor.

"Juggie," his name, the one only she was entitled to use, spilled from her swollen lips, panted out in a combination of something that resembled a prayer and curse. Sinful, yet, heavenly. Delighted by the sound Jughead continued his ministrations on her delicate flesh, savouring her sweet praise and memorising every expression of bliss that crossed her face as he touched her in a way only he could, loved her in the way only he could.

Gripping her hips tightly with one hand, he began to tease the smooth flesh of her thighs with his lips, whispering promises of devotion upon them before allowing his mouth to join in on the wonderful torture he was executing at the apex of those gorgeous thighs. "Oh god!" Betty moaned out, her breath becoming quicker and her hands blindly searching for something to grip, one fisting her sheets, while the other tangled in his raven locks, pushing the beanie from his head.

Satisfied with his work, Jughead inched back up her body, finding himself parallel to her flushed face, eyes still closed in the bliss induced haze he had created. The sight alone was enough to make a low growl escape from deep within him. The positively primal sound, sent a shiver through Betty, whose eyes had snapped open once again and whose hands were now reaching for the button on his jeans. The green eyed boy, exhaled and fought a shudder as she agonisingly pulled the zipper down, brushing her hand over his hardened flesh, teasing him like he had done her. The playful smile on her lips, matched the mischievous glint in her eyes, making Jughead's fingers flex against her waist and pull her impossibly closer.

It was becoming too much. She was too much and he honestly didn't think he could survive another moment without being inside her. All he could taste, and smell and hear and feel was Betty. She was in his mind and had cleverly snuck her way into his heart, intensifying everything he was feeling. He wanted more than just her body. He wanted her heart and soul and mind. And he couldn't help but think about how lucky he was that she had already promised him these things. Had already given him these things, making their union all the more passionate.

"I need you," he panted out, accentuating the desire with a sharp thrust of his hips. Betty responded by hooking one leg around his waist and rolling her own hips back.

"Please," she whimpered. His boxers were off in a blink, and she reached for the flannel. His hands stopped her, once again pinning her wrists above her head. "Leave it on," he commanded, in a rough tone, that sounded like sex to her delicate ears. Betty could only nod, subconsciously grinding against him, as his dominant male persona made an appearance. Jughead stilled for a moment, soaking in the girl beneath him. Hair splayed out around them wildly, lips swollen and red, chest rising and falling rapidly in anticipation, his shirt bunched around her waist, hips rotating against his. But it was the look in her eyes that became his undoing. The helplessly turned on, please make love to me right now before I burst look, emanating from her big innocent blue eyes.

The pair moaned in unison as he entered her with one deep thrust, basking in the feeling of being entirely fulfilled by another. Their eyes never broke contact as he continued to thrust into her at a steady pace, their hearts joining through the storm of blue and green as their bodies met in a furious dance of devotion. As the sensations escalated, their lips gravitated toward each other, meeting in a heated kiss. Betty groaned as his tongue scorched along her own, and threw her had back as he hit that particularly sensitive spot inside her. Jughead's breathing became laboured as he put everything he had into pleasing his girlfriend, thrusting harder and faster and moving a hand between them to bring her maximum euphoria. Feeling the fire in his veins burn brighter for her as her walls fluttered around him and she let out a savage moan, coming undone before his eyes, Jughead allowed his own pleasure to consume him, soaking in every moment of being consumed by her. They fell apart together like a perfect storm- electric and reckless, forceful and beautiful, illuminating and powerful.

"I love you," he whispered against her lips moments later as they lay tangled in her sheets, pushing her slightly damp curls away from her forehead and leaning down to gently kiss her lips. Betty smiled at him, it was small but so indescribably warm, projecting happiness from her own heart, into his. "I love you too."