Cingulomania

This is a work of fanfiction, no copyright infringement is intended. I own nothing pertaining to The Archie Comics/Riverdale. Lord knows I wish I could, for the love of SWEET PEA!

Chapter 10

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"I'm gon' make you feel it…

Tell me why you wanna be bad

Sweating, why you callin' me daddy

Giving you the best you ever had babe

Make me feel like you ain't ever had it

Stretching you out like you are elastic

Turn around, poke it out so I can grab it…"

Feel It by Jacquees ft. Rich Homie Quan & Lloyd

Alice Cooper took the stage of the Whyte Wyrm at precisely 10:00 p.m. She had her best black lacy lingerie on under her black leather jacket and black pencil skirt. Having bought a pair of black patent leather stilettos for this precise moment, she slunk seductively around the stage, letting her leather jacket fall to her feet. She bent forward, fingers grazing her black fishnet stockings, slowly dragging her red nails up her leg to the zipper on the back of the skirt. Turning her back to the audience, her fingers made quick work of the zipper, allowing the stretchy fabric to slacken at her waist. Thumbs dipping into the sides of the skirt, Alice slid the waistband down her hips. Kicking the skirt backwards toward FP at the front of the stage, she turned and blew him a kiss. It was all for him, he couldn't have been more proud of her.

Having done this dance before, Alice knew she had the attention of every male and female eye in the bar. There was not a single head that wasn't pointed in her direction, the thought exhilarated her. However, the only eyes she cared about were the deep brown pools of Forsythe Pendleton Jones II. Shimmying around the cool metal of the stripper pole had FP licking his lips and adjusting the growing bulge in his levi's. This dance brought back so many memories, from a lifetime ago. If you'd have told FP a few months ago that he'd be watching Alice writhing around the stage for him again, he would have told you to kick rocks. Alice only ever danced for him and he knew it. She watched him for the tell tale signs of arousal so she knew when to drop to her knees on the stage, he almost choked at how good her ass looked, garters cutting into her flesh slightly when she began to bounce for him. The last notes of the song had her blowing kisses straight to her Serpent President, straight to the only man she'd ever really loved.

FP was on the stage in no time flat, his hot tongue darting into Alice's mouth, damn whoever seen him grind his erection into her midsection. They could all go to hell. It was her night after all, and FP was going to give her everything she wanted and more. Disregarding the articles of clothing under their feet, FP picked Alice up by her thighs, bringing her legs up around his hips then took her to his designated dorm room. They didn't hear the whoops of the older crowd, or the cat calls from damn near every person in their presence. They only knew it'd been too long, Alice had rededicated herself to the Serpents, but FP was rededicating himself to her.

"Holy shit! I can see where you get if from babe." Sweet Pea's hot breath ghosted across Betty's exposed ear, eliciting goosebumps over the flesh of her shoulders and chest. "I think I'm pretty lucky." His lips brushed the delicate skin of her throat, causing her shiver in response.

"I'm the lucky one." Betty said, catching his lips with her own. She was a little uncomfortable at first, when her mother had dropped her jacket, nothing but her lacy barely there bra underneath. It wasn't until she seen how FP was affected by the sight of her Mom on the stage, dancing for him that she felt better about seeing her own Mother nearly naked. Wishing for just a brief moment that Jughead's reaction to her dance mirrored his Dad's reaction to her Mom, she immediately felt the pang of guilt in her heart at the thought.

"You wanna stick around or should we head out?" Sweet Pea's fingers skimmed the exposed skin of her back, loving how soft she was, he wanted to feel more.

"We can go, nothing more for us to do here right?" Shaking his head, Sweet Pea bit his lip looking down at her.

"Hey! Sweet Pea!" Betty and Sweet Pea both looked in the direction of the voice calling over the loudness of the bar.

"Ma! What are you doing here?" Sweet Pea pulled his Mom into a bone crushing embrace, kissing her cheek when they pulled apart.

"I came to see Alice! Damn that woman is hot! Can you believe it? After more than twenty years and she puts us all to shame! How are you Betty?" Tanis gave Betty a hug, not letting go entirely.

"I'm good Tanis, you look incredible." Betty skimmed her eyes over the beautiful curvy woman in a skin tight black mini dress and stiletto heels to match.

"Eh, this old thing! Nothing new sweetheart. It looks like you two were getting ready to leave." Sweet Pea looked away, a bit of shame on his face. "I'm not trying to force you to stay. Only so much you kids can do in a bar on a Saturday night. Get going already, have fun!" Tanis shewed them away, turning her attention to Tall Boy.

"Let's go before we run into anyone else." Sweet Pea had his arm around Betty's shoulders, ushering her to the exit, eyes meeting Jughead's angry blue ones.

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The light from the lava lamp on Sweet Pea's bookshelf made the tapestry on his ceiling look like it was waving. Betty was mesmerized. Sweet Pea was crawling across to her from the foot of his bed, he had a tincture bottle in his hand.

"What's that?" Betty asked, turning her head to meet Sweet Pea's eyes.

"This is a tincture. I know you don't like to smoke. I thought we could try some herbal relaxation before school gets weird this coming week." He handed her the bottle, then pulled his t-shirt from his body, throwing it into the hamper near his closet.

"A tincture?" Betty tilted the glass dropper bottle, a bubble floated from the top to the bottom.

"Yeah, it oil imbued with cannabis. So liquid weed. Give it here." His slender fingers wrapped around the glass, encasing her fingers with his own. "We don't have to, it's up to you babe." He laid down next to her.

"No, we can try. How do you do it?" She scooted her body closer to his. Watching intently when he unscrewed the dropper lid, squeezing the rubber nub on the top.

"You get some in the dropper, lift your tongue and drop a few drops on. Like this." He opened his mouth, lifted his tongue then let several drops fall onto the underside of his tongue. She was intrigued by the action.

"Nice." She licked her lips. He winked at her.

"Do you want to do it?" He offered her the bottle, she shook her head, and smiled sheepishly.

"Can you do it?" He nodded at her, taking the dropper from the bottle, lifting it above her mouth. She opened up for him, lifting her tongue. The drops were slightly cool in her mouth, a slight taste of cherry floating around her mouth. He replaced the dropper, screwing the lid onto the bottle.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" He asked, placing the bottle on the carpet, and kissing her at the same time.

"It wasn't bad at all." She opened her eyes to watch the bubbling light on the ceiling, Sweet Pea settled in next to her on the bed, lacing his fingers with hers.

"I like laying here with you." He was so content with her, silent, listening to music.

"I like being with you in general Sweet Pea." Betty repositioned herself so her head was resting on Sweet Pea's shoulder, his arm wrapped around her. She placed her hand on c over his heart, feeling it beat on her palm.

"You mean a lot to me Betty. I want you to know that." He kisses her forehead, giving her a slight squeeze. Her heart sputtered a little at his words.

"You mean a lot to me too." She looked at him now, memorizing the angles of his cheek bones, the bridge of his nose, his cupids bow even. She wanted to be able to recall his features in her mind's eye.

"What?" He asked.

"I'm just looking at you. Can't I look at you?" She brought her lip between her top and bottom teeth. He squinted a little bit at her.

"No, you can't just look at me. You're usually thinking too much when you look at me." She laughed a little, never looking away from his face.

"You're handsome, and I like looking at you. You have a good nose." She was being honest, so very honest.

"You like my nose?" He had never been like this with anyone, when a girl said he was 'hot' or 'sexy' it was because she was trashed and wanted to get in his pants. Or because he was a dangerous Serpent and she wanted to know what it was like to be a badass biker from Southside. Never because they were genuine or real with him.

"Yes, it's a nice nose, as far as noses go. You have incredible bone structure, and your lips, my favorite." She placed her index finger on his mouth, tracing the outline of his lips, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine.

"I'm pretty sure you're much better to look at than I am. Have you seen yourself?" He reached up to her hand, tracing her tendons with his own index finger.

"Not at all, I'm pretty basic, plain. You though? You're something special Sweet Pea, someone special." Her palm was flat against his cheek, fingers toying with the hair near his temple.

"You're anything but basic Betty. If you were plain, I wouldn't be lying here with you right now. I wouldn't be losing sleep thinking about you. You're beautiful and you don't even know it." He kissed her wrist. His eyes never leaving hers. Her cheeks flushing the most delightful shade of pink. She felt good with him. He always had something to tell her that made her see herself differently. She always wanted to be like this with him, wanting more with him. It scared her a little bit.

"I can hear the wheels turnin' in your head. What are you thinkin' baby girl?" His thumb was rubbing circles on her cheek.

"I don't want to jinx it. I can't say it just yet." Her heart was hammering in her chest. The words were on the tip of her tongue, she didn't know if it was because of the weed or if she really felt this strongly about Sweet Pea already. A wide smile graced his face.

"I feel ya babe, I do." Pulling her closer to him, she snuggled into his side, turning her head so she could look at the tapestry again.

"We don't have to rush everything we do, we can do some things slowly." She was saying it more for herself than for his benefit, trying to keep herself in the here and now. Her head was getting fuzzy, the familiar high creeping around the edge of her consciousness.

"Hopefully not too slowly, I might die from the anticipation." Sweet Pea knew what Betty wanted to say, where she wanted to go with him when he'd have to put the breaks on their makeout sessions.

"You won't die. Let's at least try to make it to a few weeks before I tell you I love you." Betty's eyes grew wide, her hand flying to her open mouth., shutting her eyes in embarrassment. "Oh my God, I can't believe I just said that!" Sweet Pea was amused.

"You love me Betty?" He had pulled his arm from under head, turning to lay on his side, leaning on his elbow hand on the side of his head.

"No! I mean, maybe. I don't know! God I'm so stupid, and high I think. I can't tell if I'm thinking things or saying them. What did you give me Sweet Pea?" She was sitting up now, trying desperately not to fling herself onto the muscled torso of the boy next to her.

"I gave you some seriously dope weed extract, don't fight it. This could be the best high of your life, be my Betty, nothing else. Oh, and don't change the subject. Tell me how you feel." His palm was hot on her back, sending shivers throughout her body. She looked at him now, slightly jealous of how confident and sexy he was with his gleaming white teeth enticing her.

"I'm not changing the subject." His eyebrow arched. "Okay, I'm trying to avoid the subject. Don't you think this is insane? How fast this all happened?" She was on her knees now, arms spread wide around her. "How did we get here in a week?" Sweet Pea reached his free hand to her exposed thigh.

"We got this close because there's no bullshit between us. I don't expect you to be some perfect Barbie Doll, I don't want you to be a Barbie Doll. I want you to be real with me and you are. I'll never be anything but real you either. Stop thinking about it, and just feel it, all of it. You don't have to say a thing to me, I don't expect anything from you." He sat up, taking her face in his hands. "I know how I feel about you, nothing is going to change that. It doesn't matter the time frame, how little or how long we're together, I know. I don't play by the rules either." Then his lips were on hers, fingers touching the pulse points in her neck. Between the high she felt from the tincture, and the high she inevitably felt when Sweet Pea kissed her like this, Betty thought she might spontaneously combust. He pulled from her abruptly, their faces only centimeters apart. He had wanted to say those specific words to her for little while now, he knew it would shock the hell out of her, but he didn't care. He felt it so purely in this moment.

"I love you Betty." He knew how she'd be, that her eyes would go wide, she'd freeze in place, not knowing how to react to his admission. He didn't care, he wanted to say it to her, he'd been on the verge for days now. Damn a time frame, and damn whoever thought it was too fast, too much too soon. "I don't expect you to say anything babe, I just want you to know how I feel."

"Sweet Pea." She said quietly, her arms wrapping around the back of his neck. "I- I love you too." His smile was bright, wide with his happiness.

His arms were around her waist, he picked her up from their position on his bed, swinging her around the confines of his room. She squealed a little, when he plopped them back onto the mattress, he kissed her again.

"Someone's happy." She said, looking into his eyes.

"Hell yeah I'm happy." He couldn't stop smiling, she'd made his whole night. "Only thing that could make this night any better would be if you stayed the whole night."

"No one's expecting me home." She said.

"I've never had someone stay the night." He was getting flirty with her, he like watching her squirm.

"Don't get too excited, saying 'I love you' is enough for one night." He laughed, throwing his head back in amusement.

"You're too fuckin' cute babe. Such a doll." He winked at her, toothy grin still on his face.

"A doll huh? I thought you didn't want me to be a Barbie?" She leaned back against the wall, watching Sweet Pea's naked torso, his muscles flex when he lay sideways on adjacent to her.

"I don't want a Barbie, but you're a sweetheart and you know it. Too cute for your own good. I like it." He brought his leg up over hers, missing contact with her.

"I'm sure you like a lot of things." She was looking at her hands in her lap, wishing she hadn't said anything, that thinking/speaking thing was working against her now.

"What's that supposed to mean?" His brow furrowed, smile falling from his face.

"I'm just saying. Look you! You're practically a sex God. What are you like, six foot five? You take off your shirt and that's what's underneath? There's no way you're a virgin. Not looking the way you do." She was gesturing to his naked torso on display, licking her lips at the thought of touching him.

"Now it comes out." He sat up, tilting her chin up to look at him. "Honestly? No, I'm not a virgin, but it's not something I'm proud of. Not something I think about either. I didn't tell you I love you, or tell you I want you to stay so I could get some." He slid off the bed, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it like that." Pulling her legs up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them, leaning her cheek on her knee.

"No, it's okay. No bullshit right?" He waited for her head nod before he continued. "There was a party at the Wyrm, for whatever reason. We were sneaking beers from the bar when Hogeye wasn't lookin'. There were hang arounds everywhere." His arms flew up, to emphasise how many women were about the bar.

"Tits, ass, you name it we saw it. It's not always like that, but sometimes, it just is." He couldn't look at her. "This chick comes on to me, I was drunk, didn't even know her name. She takes me to one of the dorm rooms. She'd obviously been there before with who knows, doing God knows what. It was over before I knew it and she was slippin' out to go find another Serpent. That's how the hang arounds work, they fuck everyone they can, you'll learn to deal with them soon enough. There's other stuff, other chicks, I'm not an angel. Jughead saying he wanted me to treat you right? He said it for a reason." He felt shame ripple over him after telling her about the Serpent sluts, prickly heat rising over his neck. He'd been celebrated coming out of that dorm, getting clapped on the back by the older brothers. He'd never tell her that though.

"I don't know what to say." She felt awkward, wanted to slip under the covers, forget what she'd just heard. How was she supposed to compete with an obviously older and more experienced women? She felt like she might cry.

"You don't have to say anything. I'm just being up front with you." He sat on one of his bean bags. Sinking into the faux leather and styrofoam bits. His head resting on the wall behind him, looking anywhere but at her.

"I haven't, ever, you know-" She felt heat on her cheeks, she couldn't even say it, she was so inexperienced. "I can't be like those women at the Whyte Wyrm. Even my dance was a joke. My Mom was so sexy tonight, everyone was watching her, wanting her." She couldn't look at Sweet Pea.

"Hey, don't compare yourself to those chicks. They ain't shit Betty. You're Mom wasn't dancing for anyone but herself and FP. You weren't dancing for anyone but-" Their eyes met, knowing who she was dancing for.

"Yeah, look how that turned out. No wonder I was rejected. Women are throwing themselves at you guys all the time, and here I am, the picture of purity." She was standing now, feeling jittery, her nerves getting the best of her.

"I didn't reject you, I wanted you from the start. Like when you were hangin' over the hood of the car, fixin' it for the race against the Ghoulies, fuck!" He grabbed his groin, and licked his lips. "Those coveralls low on your hips, if it weren't for Jughead being a guard dog, I would have been gettin' at you then." He winked at her again, trying to ease her.

"Really? That long ago?" She crossed her arms.

"Yeah, that long ago, and every day since. You have no idea what you do to me." He told her truthfully.

"Show me?" She came to sit on his lap in the bean bag, like she had the week before.

"I'll show whatever you want darlin'."

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A/N: So.. there's that… I wouldn't have been able to get this last bit done without the likes of soundcloud and the various metal, rap, and indie songs it holds for my listening pleasure. I happened to be on a Magic Mike XXL high and thus, Alice and her booty work. I hope I didn't disappoint you this time around. I know they jumped right into this, despite her having been with Jug so recently, having loved him too. Betty does love Jughead, but she has to separate herself from that and move on. Sweet gives no fucks, he goes after what he wants and damn the consequences. He wants that hot blonde, and no one can stop him, not even her. Until next time my loves. ~S.C.~