Cingulomania

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This is a work of fanfiction, no copyright infringement is intended. I own nothing pertaining to the Archie Comics/Riverdale universe.

A/N: I have this story set to M, because of the obvious drug use by our lovely teenage players. I have never written an actual lemon, ever. I'm not currently going to start either. If I happen to do so on a whim, I'm already set up for success. I hope you are enjoying the Sweet Pea/Betty romance. Would it be Swetty? Or BEA? Maybe Sweet Betty? I have no idea what the ship would be. Anyhow, here is the education of Betty Cooper and a little for Sweet Pea as well. ~S.C.~

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Chapter 4

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"Aisle after aisle I forgot what I came for

The store is closing but I gotta get me more munchies for a big night of kickin it

We bought an ounce an we packin it and rippin it

Richter go fire up the flame pit, grab the acoustic, strung naturalistic

Hot tub yea you know it's bubblin', but first I gotta stop my stomach from grumbling

Tasty, all aphrodisiacs, I got the munchies, where's the snack pack"

THE MUNCHIES by THE KOTTONMOUTH KINGS

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Sweet Pea's bedroom was shocking to say the least. It wasn't dirty, or really messy considering it was a teenage boy's domain. It was actually very clean, books lined up on his small bookshelf next to the mattress and boxspring on the floor. His bed was made, no clothes lying rogue around the room like Archie would have. You could tell he didn't just rush in a clean things earlier, he actually cleaned his room out of habit He seemed to take pride in his little room, keeping it tidy for his own self. Betty was pleasantly surprised.

He had a tie dye tapestry hung on the wall behind his bed; she was just a little bit jealous that his mom would even allow such a thing in their home, much less in his bedroom. To top it off, he had another tacked to the ceiling, covering almost the entirety of the small space. His bookshelf had a lava lamp, an incense burner and a Michael Myers mask on a styrofoam head. There was also an acoustic guitar leaning into the shelves. Various band posters adorned his walls, along with vintage 70's art and nostalgia; she never wanted to leave. Sweet Pea took a seat in one of the two bean bag chairs between his bookshelf and dresser, he motioned for her to follow. Reaching over to the dresser, he tugged the top drawer closest to him open and rifled through its contents. Betty sat down shyly, not knowing what to expect. She was both scared and excited at the prospect of what they might be up to tonight.

"Wanna try an edible?" Sweet Pea held a zipper sealed candy bag in his hand. It's contents looked similar to Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.

"Um, I don't know. Do they taste weird?" She was nervous, wringing her hands in her lap.

"They don't taste bad, just different. I have regular chocolate too, but peanut butter is my favorite. We can share one, they're double dose." He broke one cup into halves, then into quarters. He offered her one quarter, she took it, popping into her mouth.

"Hmmm, that's actually not bad!" She was pleased that it didn't taste as bad as she thought it would.

"Not at all, my mom taught me how to make them. Family recipe." He said closing the bag and placing it back into this drawer.

"You made those?" Her eyes wide with astonishment.

"Yeah, my mom and I make them for the older community. The ones who can't afford to buy their vicodin, or their prozac, or their xanax. This stuff is better for you. It actually works. I'll have you come over for the big baking day we do mid month." He leaned in close to her, bent index finger running along her calf.

"I would love that!" She let herself slip further into the bean bag, it felt comfortable, like she was home.

They sat there quiet for a bit, watching the light dance across walls, enjoying each other's company. Sweet Pea watched Betty, as she began to relax a little more. Her tight set shoulders slumping more into the bean bag. He moved his finger from her calf to her open palm, drawing circles over her scars. He wanted to ask her about them, but thought better of it. He didn't want to push too much.

"Can I go on some more drops with you?" She leaned over, closing her hand over his fingers.

"Yeah! Of course. I think that's what FP wants ultimately. He has this sense for people you know?" Repositioning their hands, fingers intertwined. He never felt so close to someone before. He didn't even know her.

"I can see that. I want to learn more about all of this, about you." She met his eyes. A slight smile played on the corner of his lips.

"You feelin' good babe?" He had a feeling the the cannabutter in the sweet treat was starting to do its job.

"I am, I feel really good. How are you feeling?" The words came out before she even thought about it.

"I'm feeling quite well, thank you for asking." He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently.

"You're not like how I imagined you'd be. Jug always made you sound so…" She looked away, feeling a the jab in her heart at her mentioning of Jughead. "Rough around the edges."

"I am rough around the edges Betty. I grow the weed we sell. I live in the Southside, with my single mother. I was born into the Serpents. It's in my blood. I couldn't be anything but rough around the edges." He shifted a bit, leaning closer to her. "Jughead doesn't know much about me, he's been too wrapped up in a certain blonde to even try." She was looking at him now. His hair falling onto his forehead, sweeping across the top of his brow bone.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." With furrowed brow, she reached across the distance between them and swept his hair out of his face. His eyes closed as he leaned into her touch.

"You have no reason to be sorry, it's easy to get lost with you." His dark eyes met hers for what seemed like the thousandth time tonight. Her heart picked up it's pace. Then his hands were holding her face, bringing her closer to his own.

Her eyes closed when his lips touched hers. The scintilla of nervousness she'd felt melted away. She placed her hands on the nape of Sweet Pea's neck, fingers splayed in the hair at the base of head. She felt like she might be set ablaze from the movements of his mouth on hers. She needed so badly to feel his tongue, so she did something she never would. Her tongue delicately nudged at the seam of his lips. He loved that she was taking initiative, so he opened for her, meeting her tongue with his own. Tasting of peanut butter, chocolate and cannabutter, he couldn't help the smile that tugged on his lips.

This was possibly the best high he'd ever had. He'd never brought anyone besides Fangs into his room before, to sit with him and eat his goodies. His room was his own. Never had he brought a girl here, he felt like they'd judge him, especially the hang arounds from the Whyte Wyrm. He never really smoked with anyone besides FP, Fangs and Toni either. This was a huge lesson in trust. She was teaching him just as much as he was teaching her.

She needed to feel more of him, like she had earlier at the Jones' trailer. So she mustered up as much courage as she could. Pushing his shoulders back, she straddled him, never leaving his addictive taste once. He wanted to feel her skin on his palms, but her jacket was there, getting in his way. He reached up the front of the jacket, pushing it down her shoulders. Shrugging out of it, Betty sat up straight, and did the same to Sweet Pea. He had to readjust his position in order to remove his, but he managed to remove the article of clothing without jostling the girl in his lap.

"Better?" He smiled at her.

She nodded her head and dove back in. His hands were all over her now, roaming the spanse of her back. He dared to creep under her borrowed shirts, eliciting a moan from his makeout buddy. A shiver ran the entirety of her body, his warm skin on her own causing her breath to hitch. Pulling back a bit, to catch her breath, she watched the smile etch onto his face.

"Sorry, your skin is points of interest for me." He brought his hand up to her face, using his fingers to touch the softness of her cheek.

"Points of interest? More than one?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, many." She watched his face as his fingers trailed down her neck to her clavicle. His teeth sinking into his full bottom lip; he was testing her limits. He wanted to see just how much she reciprocate his feelings.

"Mmmm…" She felt heat all over, his gentle touch making her want more. She wasn't ready to go all way, but she was enjoying the experiment none the less. Allowing him to skim his fingertips over the side of her clothed breast then down her waist, she found herself sitting tall, confident in herself.

"Is this okay?" He asked, bringing his fingers just under the front of his shirt, making little circles on her stomach. She nodded again, afraid her voice would fail her. "Come here." Leaning toward him, she licked her lips. He watched her, as she did so. He kissed her lips again, sweet and soft. Their foreheads resting on each other's.

"Sweet Pea?" She asked, barely audible.

"Yeah babe?" He looked at her now, waiting.

"I'm hungry." He laughed a low throaty laugh, leaving a peck on her lips.

"I can help you there! Munchies 101, here we come."

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How could a car ride bring about the most intense feelings of foreboding a person had ever felt? Jughead sat in the cramped backseat, head leaning against the cool glass of the window. His stomach was flip flopping and tying itself in knots. He felt both hunger pangs as well as dread, even when he was upset he wanted to eat. It was like the universe was punishing him for trying to protect Betty. Everyone was punishing him for what he'd done to Betty.

"Your turn Jug. We're almost done by the way." Toni, threw a paper bag at him, he let it hit him in the chest, never moving to get it. He hated having to talk to these people. The whole deal made his skin crawl.

"Yeah, okay." He begrudgingly picked the bag up from his lap, and exited the car. The apartment was just around the block from Sweet Pea's and he wondered if the boy was home now. If he'd dropped Betty off already or if they'd be out still.

Pushing the thoughts of what his friends were doing together out of his mind, he found the street lamp he needed to stand under. Waiting for the dodgy man to come from the shadows, he felt his stomach churn in dread. He felt like this wasn't going to go well, but he had to stick it out. He had to prove he wasn't some spoiled brat with a patch on.

"Hey, you're late." A familiar voice came from behind him. He turned immediately not wanting to fit the voice to the face he knew matched it.

"Umm, I don't think so." It came out more like a question, but Jughead was nervous. Nothing good could come from this deal. He pulled his phone out of in his pocket a little, side glancing it to call Toni in the car.

"Give me the shit you little punk." His beefy fingers pushed into Jughead's chest. He looked at the car, it was idling only ten feet away. He wondered if he'd make it, running from the former high school football star.

"It's a trade sir, money for product." He swallowed thickly.

"I know how it goes, you think I'm stupid? I never should have let you in my in house." His words were slurred slightly, the closer he got to Jughead, the more prominent the smell of vodka was in the air between them.

"I'm sorry sir. I know what you must think of me, but it couldn't be any worse than what I think of myself." Jughead held up the bag between his index and middle fingers with one hand.

"I prefer not to think of you at all. Here, you thieving scumbag." He threw the bills at Jughead, disgust written all over his wide face. "You ruined my little girl. Now she's a dirty Serpent whore." Jughead let the money fall to his feet, the contents of his stomach threatening to come up.

"I didn't know she was going to do it. I didn't want her to…" The man's face was inches from his own.

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Spittle from the man's mouth sprayed onto Jughead's cheek, and neck. He was going to be sick for sure now. "You're just like your Dad, taking what I hold dear, turning it into trash. I hope you both will be happy at how you dismantled my life." He leaned back, sucking spit into his mouth, hocking a loogie onto the boot of the teenager in front of him before turning and disappearing into the night.

"I'm sorry Mr. Cooper." Then Jughead bent forward, spilling his last meal onto the pavement.

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