After Betty and Jughead laid in bed for a few minutes, their breathing eventually returning to normal. Jughead swung his legs out from the covers and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Betty asked, a smile playing on her lips.

"To get us some water."

"Like that?" She smirked. A thin sheet was pulled over her body.

Jughead shrugged. "My roommate isn't home right now."

"Good," Betty sighed.

Jughead turned and cocked his eyebrow.

"Nevermind, it's a long story. Let's just say we know each other."

Jughead's nose crinkled. "Just how well?"

"Oh, god, not like that. He's like my-was, he was like my brother."

Jughead nodded and left the room, coming back a moment later with two bottles of water. He tossed one to her. "Rehydrate, you're going to need it." He smirked.

Betty took a long sip, then pressed the cold bottle against her heated skin. "Come here," She murmured. She sat up, letting the thing sheet fall to her lap, revealing her breasts.

He put his water down and enveloped her lips with his. He started soft, gentle, but the hunger in him grew. He kissed her deeper, cupping her jaw to pull her closer, his hand trailing down towards his collarbone. He trailed kisses against her jawline and down her neck, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her shoulder, nipping and licking.

"Bite me harder, leave your mark," She murmured.

Jughead took his mouth away from her skin, looking up into her eyes. "Be careful what you wish for, Princess, I've been holding back."

"Don't hold back," She whispered, closing her eyes.

Jughead ducked his head down and sheathed her lips with his. He pulled her bottom lip between his teeth as she emitted a gasp. He ran his tongue along her jawline, his teeth grazing her ear. A shiver ran down her spine as he sucked the delicate skin on her neck.

Her nails sunk into his back, pulling him closer as he bit down on her collarbone, his hand running roughly against her breast.

He continued down her body, his teeth grazing her skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He parted her legs roughly with his knee, then dipped his head between her legs.

Betty's eyes rolled back as she felt his tongue against her folds. She inhaled sharply as his teeth grazed her clit. She reached out, fingers gripping against his back as Jughead slipped one finger inside her and moved to bite against the inside of her thigh.

"I want you inside me," Betty murmured. She inhaled sharply as Jughead moved his mouth over her clit.

Jughead kissed up Betty's torso, rough hands gripping her hip bones. He turned her over, right hand leaving her hip to run through the length of her blonde hair. He turned his wrist, gathering her hair into a taut ponytail.

Betty moaned as Jughead pulled her hair tighter as he entered her, his left hand brushing from her hip to grip her ass.

"Don't hold back."

... ... ... ...

Betty smiled and rolled over as she heard the shower turn on across the hall. She stood and started to dress, laughing quietly as she heard the faint sounds of Jughead's off-tune rendition of an Andy Williams song.

She stood and pulled her thong up, moving the bed sheets to try and find her bra.

"Shit," She muttered to herself, wondering why on earth she hadn't worn real clothes. She smiled triumphantly as she pulled her bra from a tangle of bed sheets.

"Hey," Betty called. "Can I borrow one of your t shirts?" She waited for a moment but didn't hear an answer, so she crossed the hall and knocked lightly on the bathroom door. "Can I borrow one of your t shirts?"

"Knock yourself out," Jughead called back.

Betty crossed the hall, singing Moon River under her breath. She made her way to Jughead's dresser, pulling the top drawer open.

Socks.

Wrong drawer.

Books. Books?

Wrong drawer.

Betty pulled open a third, finally finding t shirts - mostly black, mostly worn band t shirts or Henley's. She pulled on a black Journey t shirt, the hem hitting her mid-thigh. It could pass for a dress.

She traipsed out to the living room as she heard the water shut off in the bathroom. She pulled the belt from her trench coat, wrapping it around her waist and fashioning it into a bow. She turned on the kitchen sink and got her fingers wet, running them through her hair.

"Cute," She heard from behind her.

Betty turned, a smile spreading across her face as she spotted Jughead leaning against the doorway. His hair was wet and pushed back from his face, a towel slung low on his hips. "You too," She smiled.

Jughead smiled and ran his hand through his hair, padding towards the kitchen table. He grabbed a black plastic case and shook out a cigarette, then lit it and offered one to Betty. She shook her head as he took a drag, then made his way to the patio door.

Betty followed him outside and he exhaled, blowing smoke rings before letting the rest out in a huff.

"I don't smoke all the time," He said after a moment.

Betty just shrugged. "I'm not judging."

The sun shone down on them, almost making his dark hair look blue. Jughead brought his wrist up, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

A long, silvery mark on his wrist caught Betty's attention. Before she could stop herself, her fingers were pressed gently against the scar, bringing it closer to get a better look.

Jughead tugged his wrist away, making Betty look up into his eyes apologetically. He tried to keep his expression light.

"How come I never noticed before?" Betty murmured sadly.

"We like to fuck in dark bars. Hey, we're just fooling around, right? So no need to get personal." He swallowed hard and pulled the towel around his waist tighter. "Don't ask about it, because I don't want to talk about it."

"How long ago?" Betty asked.

Jughead sighed and pushed his hair back. "Look, I said I don't want to talk about it. Don't act like you'd understand, Princess, I'm sure you've never had a dark thought in your entire life." He stepped inside, marching toward his plastic cigarette case.

"You know, I'm fine with keeping things casual - that's all I want. But don't tell me there's no need to get personal, and then assume you know me. You know nothing about me, Jughead, so don't think that just because I have blonde hair and nice legs that I've gotten an easy lot in life!"

Jughead reached for his lighter and placed the new cigarette between his lips, then rolled his eyes. "Oh what, did Daddy tell you no when you asked for a pony?"

The apartment door opened as Jughead inhaled his first drag. Betty stared at him, her brows furrowed. "Fuck you, Jughead."

Archie stepped inside as Betty grabbed her trench coat.

"And fuck you, too," She spat at Archie, slamming the door behind her.

"The fuck was that?" Archie murmured, confused.

Jughead closed his eyes and took a long drag on his cigarette. "She saw my scars."

"That's it?" Archie asked as he placed his to-go coffee cup on the counter.

Jughead sighed. "When she asked about it I told her she wouldn't know anything about it. She acted all concerned, freaked out when I told her to back off, then she left." He took a long drag on his cigarette.

Archie took a deep breath, striding closer to Jughead, reaching to take a puff from the cigarette. "Betty's older sister slit her wrists when we were in high school. Betty found her body."