oh look an update! I know I've been terrible lately and I am sorry! But i am now inspired after that steam show we got and this was the result! Thanks for reading and supporting! I hope you guys enjoy this little piece which is pretty much what I want to see in the first episode of season two lol xx
It was a dreary Friday afternoon. The halls of Riverdale High seemed to have transgressed into an even duller shade of grey, rivalling the clouds outside. Betty sighed as her eyes drifted to the clock behind the teacher's desk, willing the hands to move faster. The usually attentive blonde was barely tuned in; the teacher's voice a humming in the background fading into a symphony of tapping pens, restless feet, and quiet chatter.
Her eyes scanned the room as she slumped in her seat- a rarity after being raised with indoctrination of the importance of correct posture- taking in the other patrons of the room. Ethel was to her left idly taking notes, while Veronica on her right was texting behind the guise of her text book. Archie was a row in front of her jotting what Betty presumed to be lyrics in a notepad, while Kevin was next to him probably texting Veronica. She sighed again, deflating as her heart ached a little at the missing piece. Jughead was at Southside High, probably staring down hallways greyer than these, softened against the harsh leather that plagued the school but dull none the less.
Betty understood why he went. He didn't have much of a choice, but she respected that he was content with what had played out. These people, the Serpents and the Southside community had accepted him without a second thought, welcomed him before they knew him and offered unwavering support and protection. A family. It was something the people on this side of town had never done. It was something even his oldest and closest friends had failed to deliver on many times. It was something he had only ever found in her and as much as that warmed her heart and made her feel special, she knew that he needed it in something else too; now more than ever.
The piercing shrill of the bell intruded Betty's reverie and she jumped slightly in her seat, making a mental note of the homework the teacher was now rattling off for the weekend before hastily gathering her things. Kevin was by her side immediately.
"Is it just me or is everything particularly mundane this Friday?" the sharp tongued boy asked her, shaking his head. Betty laughed lightly nodding in agreement.
"Seriously Betty the most interesting thing that has happened today is Veronica spilling her late' at lunch," Kevin sighed exasperatedly and falling in step beside her. The blonde's eyebrow quirked as her ponytail swished upon her head tilting to scrutinize her friend.
"Isn't that a good thing Kev?"
He shrugged, a playful smile lighting up his face in mirth causing Betty to laugh once again while she fiddled with the combination of her locker.
"The town's on the verge of a civil war, what else do you need?"
"Everything." The look of complete seriousness on Kevin's face made Betty roll her eyes. She loved his enthusiasm for gossip, finding it mostly endearing and entertaining but when said drama was the source of tension in her relationship and a key instigator of worry as of late she found herself becoming slightly irritated. One hand slung her backpack over her shoulder while the other curled into the material of her cheer skirt, holding onto it tightly as to not break skin. As they walked through the halls, images of angry red letters flashed in her mind spelling insults, followed by Jughead sitting at a cafeteria that wasn't here, and then Fred Andrews lying in a hospital bed, before a black leather jacket crept its way to the forefront of her mind.
Betty felt sick. Her hand curled tighter fighting for control. It wasn't that she necessarily disapproved of Jughead's choice. His need to belong, his desire to feel the embrace of a family, one that stood by through thick and thin and did not judge, resonated with her. She knew this was about protection and survival and loyalty. It was defiance and acceptance. She knew that. She accepted that. But logic and emotion were two very separate entities that could not always be forced to work concurrently.
Her heart still ached at the distance between them. Her chest constricting every time she looked up to find Kevin's smiling face at the desk across from her own in the Blue and Gold instead of Jughead's intense gaze or boyish grin. Her stomach still dropped when the spot beside her at lunch remained empty and her walks to school were one person short. Her palms still sweat and her fingers itched to dig in whenever she heard defaming comments and rumours about those people on that side of town. And she couldn't help waking up some nights in a cold sweat, a scream dying on her lips from the images concocted by bad dreams of bleeding, beanie wearing boys caught in the cross fire.
And then suddenly their mundane Friday afternoon became less so.
As the pair approached the front doors the distinct hum of low whispers amalgamating into a collective murmur could be heard. The wall sea of teenage bodies lurking at the front doors and steps of the school only further ignited the implication that drama was unfolding.
People were pointing fingers and glaring. Asking other's for details and theorizing about whatever it was causing the commotion.
"What the hell is going on?" Kevin demanded from bystanders, pushing his way to the front of the crowd with Betty-eyebrows furrowed – followed suit.
"A snake slithered in," an anonymous voice responded over the noise. Kevin turned to her excitedly breathing "yes," into the air before moving further through the crowd, while Betty felt her stomach twist in knots. Endless possibilities of what was about to occur rushing through her brain as her pace picked up and her hand gripped her skirt a little tighter.
Finally reaching the front of the crowd, standing outside on the steps that led to the doors of the school, Betty cast her gaze into the parking lot waiting for the instigation of the ruckus to reveal itself. It was then that her feet froze in place.
There in the parking lot before her was none other than Jughead Jones.
He leaned casually against the door of his father's truck, arms crossed over his chest and a cigarette hanging from his lips. His hair fell from his beanie over his forehead in unruly dark waves that she suddenly longed to be running her hands through. His leather jacket, with the embroided snake on the back was snug on his shoulders, and Betty took a moment to collect herself.
He looked so damn good.
And for a second it was easy to forget the crowd of people surrounding her. It was easy to forget that this was a spectacle, that he wasn't supposed to be here and he sure as hell wasn't supposed to be here for her. It was easy to forget that he had made himself a target by coming alone to the place that highlighted the segregation in their town as clear as any other. It was easy to forget all the madness for a glorious second and just revel in the fact that he was here and he looked so devastatingly good with his brooding demeanour in place, and that he was hers.
His blue eyes lifted to hers and she instantly felt a pull. It was as if they were magnets that couldn't help but gravitate toward one another and the tug set her heart alight and her skin on fire. A smile slipped onto her face, bright and real and oh so Betty, while he stomped out his cigarette and offered her a smirk.
And that was all it took, she was practically running into his arms. Because well today had been awful and she missed him and that was home; his arms.
Pushing himself of the car, Jughead's arms wrapped around her waist while her Betty's hands settled on his shoulders.
"Hey there Juliet," he greeted in soft tone, full of amusement and adoration that had her heart beating faster in her chest and her grin growing impossibly brighter. It was as if a piece of her had slipped back into place as soon as she had stepped into his embrace, the world righting itself on its axis and spinning normally again.
"Hi," she replied, appraising the way his blue eyes bore down on her in a lighter way today, he seemed less bogged down by the weight of everything today and it was something she was more than happy to bask in with him.
"What are you doing here?" she asked wrapping one arm around his neck and playing with the hairs there.
"I wanted to see you." Jughead said simply, words easy yet laced with an undertone of passion that only their souls could decipher.
Betty bit her lip, butterflies raging at his answer and finally closed the distance between them, capturing his lips in a languid kiss. Jughead angled his head and kissed her a little deeper, showing her how he had missed her and telling her he hated being away from her too.
They broke apart after a short while and Jughead leaned back on the truck, pulling her hips so that she was leaning against him.
"We have an audience," he whispered in her ear while his hands played with the hem of her cheer skirt. His eyes appraised her legs underneath and then drifted higher to fully appreciate the contrast of the blue and gold against his black. They were juxtaposed completely right now- him all black, brooding and sullen, embodying the darkness of the Southside and exuding it to all those watching on, while she was blue and gold and bright, symbolising the supposed warmth and goodness of this side of town- but on the inside they were the same. Broken, marred and in need of mending. And when they were holding each other like this, they felt the stiches begin to sow into place, pulling them back together and closing the wounds.
Betty lifted her eyes to survey the crowd of peers watching them, eying her in wonderment and accusation and him in distain and… fear?
Her blood boiled but she refrained from snapping at them. Instead she leaned back a bit to look at his face, hands coming up to tighten her pony tail.
"Let's get out of here."
Jughead smirked at her again and turned to open the passenger door. Taking her hand and helping her slide in before moving around to climb in on the driver's side. His touch did not escape her for long though as his hand quickly came to rest on her thigh while the other gripped the wheel. He drew lazy circles on her skin as he drove and Betty sighed in content.
"How was your day?" He asked as they made their way back to the Southside of town.
"Uneventful. Yours?"
"Same."
They drove the rest of the way in silence, happy to be in the other's company and revelling in the satisfaction that brought. But then his fingers crept a little higher. Betty gasped as his hand crept under the hem of her skirt and dangerously high up on her inner thigh. Turing her head to her boyfriend she found his eyes still on the road. His smirk was intact though, and she couldn't help but notice yet again how well the black leather suited him- taking dark, mysterious and brooding to a whole new altitude of attractive. Betty bit her lip to stop the moan that threatened to tear from her throat.
She squirmed in her seat, and his fingers moved a little higher to lightly rub the skin of her groin just where the elastic of her panties rested. Betty gasped again, head falling back onto the seat as his fingers teased her. She felt her cheeks flush and her skin hum with desire for his touch, as a wave of arousal flooded her system.
His fingers kept up their ministrations, idly stroking back and forth over the lacy garment but never trekking further. Betty kept squirming, attempting to move his hand further onto her most intimate area, which was now damp with her need for him. But he refused to give in, playing games with her frazzled nerves that only intensified with a glance at his cocky facial expression.
"Juggie," she panted out, unsure of what she was saying or asking but just needing something.
"hmm?" One finger moved to ghost between the apex of her thighs causing a mewl to slip from her throat.
"Please," she whimpered on cue with him putting the truck in park in front of his dad's trailer.
Jughead turned to her then, eyes darkened with his own desire for her, appraising her now dishevelled state hungrily.
"What do you want Betts?" he asked in a teasing tone, full of sinful promise as his hand ghosted back over the wet patch now fully formed on her underwear.
"You," the blonde cheerleader moaned out, sounding like the epitome of sin to the raven haired boys ears.
"Inside. Now." he growled out and Betty nodded frantically, both of them making a mad dash to the front door. As soon as they were inside the trailer Jughead had Betty pushed up against the wall, hands pressed against the plaster on either side of her head boxing her in while their lips met in a heated dance. Betty whined as his tongue beckoned hers, coaxing and teasing in sensuous movements that had her hands gripping the front of his shirt in a deathly manner.
He tasted like cigarettes and cola and she thought maybe she was addicted to the substance from tasting it on his tongue alone; it haunted her, she wanted it always.
Opening her mouth wider, Betty angled her head to consume him better, knees growing weak as one of his strong hands moved to her hip as the other tangled in her hair.
They broke apart for air, and her head hit the wall behind her with a dull thud. Jughead immediately began kissing a trail down her neck, open mouthed and hot, marking her skin and ensuring everyone would know that no perimeters could keep them apart, or from loving each other.
"Jughead," she gasped in broken syllables as he nipped at her pulse point, soothing it with his tongue before continuing his descent. He smirked into her neck and Betty pressed herself closer to his body.
She could feel his growing excitement pressed into her stomach and it only served to fuel her desire for him. Her leg came up to wrap around his hips as she ground herself into him, hoping to relieve the ache that was building in her core. Jughead moaned and rocked his hips back against hers, reaching for the hem of her shirt and yanking it over her head. Before he could bring his lips back to her flushed skin, she was pushing the jacket from his shoulders and quickly going for his own t-shirt too as the first item hit the floor. Satisfied for the time being, Betty ran her hands over the firm planes of his back began to kiss the line of his jaw, leaving a breathy moan against the skin there as he gripped her thighs and lifted her to wrap her legs around his hips while he leaned her against the wall.
The changed angle aligned their centres perfectly and he ground his hips roughly into hers causing whimpers to slip from her throat and wetness to rush in her panties while he unhooked her bra. His mouth descended upon her breasts, murmuring affirmations of beauty and love into her hot skin as she writhed. His lips encased her rosy peaks and she ran her nails down his back, causing his hips to buck forcefully into hers.
"Fuck Betts," he groaned, his hand running between them to slip into her underwear. Betty's back arched at the sudden intrusion and her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as he began to rub circles over her clit, her passion escalating as he teased the sensitive nerves.
"Juggie please," she moaned filthily in his ear, to desperate to care what she sounded like in that moment.
They hadn't seen each other in days and she just needed him. To feel whole and complete and one. And yeah maybe she was desperate to be connected with him again. But that was the price of finding your soul mate and loving them deeply, connecting with them so raw.
Jughead slipped a finger inside her as his lips found hers in a heated exchange once again, tugging at her bottom lip. Her hips flew up and ground against him.
"What do you want Betty?" he whispered in her ear, tone dripping with sexual command and confidence she had so pleasantly been privy to lately.
"You," she stuttered as his fingers increased their pressure, more arousal dripping down his hand.
"You've got me," he teased back.
"ALL of you," she amended, revelling in the primal groan that emerged from his chest and the way his blue eyes further fell into a storm of grey and indigo.
His pants were quickly discarded and he was slipping into her before her next thought.
"Oh," she moaned, feeling whole and complete and so good. He began a steady rhythm, holding her against the wall and thrusting his hips hard and quick, complying to her every demand of "just like that," and "oh god!" while her nails left scores on his back and his lips left marks on her neck.
It was passionate and fast and they both raced quickly toward the precipice. He hoisted her higher on his hips, hitting a spot deep within her that had her head falling back and her mouth hanging open in a silent scream. He pushed harder, snaking a finger between them to get her there first. And when he felt her muscles clench around him and her lips moaned his name a final time he let himself go, grunting her own name as he fell over the edge with her.
After a moment he let her down, her legs shaking as they slumped against the door frame. Their foreheads rested together and the grins on their faces were unmatched.
"I love you," Jughead affirmed, dropping a sweet kiss to her collar bone, while she raked her fingers through his unruly locks.
"I love you too."
And so while the town continued to burn down and divide around them, they found a moment to be teenagers in love, enthralled by their passion.
