I decided to update twice in one week because you know I couldn't leave you worrying about Betty leaving Jughead high and dry. I hope you enjoy!
Also, when Betty "turns on music", I was listening to Waiting Game by Banks, so if you want to ~enhance your experience~, go ahead and turn that on while you're reading that scene.
"B? What are you doing home?" Veronica furrowed her eyebrows as Betty walked through the door, strands of hair falling out of her make-shift ponytail.
"I still live here, you know." Betty huffed, pulling her crutches through the doorway behind her.
Veronica dropped the carrot she was chopping and rounded the island in the kitchen. "I know, B. I just thought you were staying with your boyfriend for the week, that's all." She took the crutches from Betty's hand and set them carefully against the wall.
"He's not my boyfriend!" Betty protested.
"Okay," Veronica started, drawing out each letter. "… what's the matter?"
Betty sighed and hopped over to the island, grabbing a carrot stick and leaned against the counter. "I don't know." She admitted. "Where's Cher?"
"She'll be over after work. What's going on?" Veronica prompted again. "You want some tea?" She motioned to the kettle.
"Do we have any tequila?" She munched on the piece of carrot.
"Neither of us like tequila, so no." Veronica smirked. She walked past the kitchen table to the liquor cabinet and peered inside. "Vodka, wine, whiskey, gin. Pick your poison."
Betty thought for a moment, then sighed."Fuck it, I'll just have tea." She popped the rest of the carrot in her mouth. "Jesus, Ron, why do you have to eat such healthy snacks at eight p.m.?"
"Sorry," Veronica laughed, getting up from the floor. She padded back into the kitchen counter and filled the kettle. "You ready to tell me what's wrong?"
"Well, Archie and I sort of made up." Betty started.
"That's great!" Veronica smiled. She opened a cupboard to get out two mugs, then another to look for the tea. "Peppermint, ginger, or green?"
"Do we have lemon?"
Veronica opened the fridge, then nodded.
"Ginger, please."
"You got it." She murmured, grabbing the lemon. She closed the fridge door and spun on her heel, grabbing a knife from the drawer, pointing it at Betty. "Then what happened?"
Betty sighed. "Jughead likes me."
Veronica cocked an eyebrow. "Okay."
"I like Jughead."
She cut lemon slices and placed them in their mugs. "I-I don't see the problem here, B." She grabbed the box of tea out of the cupboard and placed the tea bags in on top of the lemon.
"It was supposed to be a one night stand, Veronica!"
"And it turned into something more." She shrugged. The kettle clicked off and Veronica poured the steaming water into the mugs. "This is too hot to drink right away. Go change into the wonderful onesie I got you and when you come back, I'll be your therapist."
Betty opened her mouth to protest and closed it quickly. "Okay." She would trust her best friend. She needed to talk it out.
A few minutes later, Betty hobbled back through the kitchen to sit in the living room with Veronica.
"Alright, girl, spill." She smiled gently, handing Betty's tea over as she sat down.
"I don't know where to start," Betty said, rolling her head back against the couch.
"You like Jughead, he likes you. Yet, you don't want to do anything about it - start there."
Betty sighed. "I'm scared." She admitted, willing herself not to cry. "I lost Polly, and then I lost my best friend when he went to school." She chewed the inside of her lip. "I've never had a serious relationship, V. When I met Jughead, we both said all we wanted was sex, and now? I am in…" She took a deep breath. "Way too deep. I'm in way too deep for someone I barely know. And I don't want to get hurt again."
Veronica nodded and took a sip of tea before setting it down and turning to Betty. "Okay. Okay, yeah, that's a good plan." She said sarcastically. "So, because both of you once wanted only sex, you're willing to throw everything away. Yeah, B, that's smart, I think you're really on to something. You have a chance of getting hurt, so you're just not going to act on your feelings. Maybe I should break up with Cheryl just in case she hurts me, too. What do you think? We'll just never take any chances ever again in our entire lives just in case something bad happens."
"Ronnie," Betty breathed, shocked at her tone.
"No, B, I'm sorry but that's bullshit. Do you want to look back on your life and think 'oh, well, I didn't take any risks so that I wouldn't get hurt again. I didn't get married and I didn't have kids and I'm all alone but at least nobody else broke my heart.' I know you don't want to live your life like that. What if I never took risks? What if, after realizing I like girls too, I didn't act on it? I would've never met Cheryl. She's the love of my life, Betty, and she's the first person I think of when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think about before I go to sleep. I would do literally anything for her. Don't you want that? She could break my heart tomorrow and I wouldn't change a damn thing because getting to love her is the best thing I've ever known."
Betty slid the ring from her index finger off and turned it between her thumb and forefinger.
"Don't you want that?" Veronica said again gently.
"I want that." Betty took a deep breath. "I do, I want that."
"I know. You're just stubborn," Veronica smiled. "So, what are you going to do about it?"
Betty picked up her tea and took a long sip. "I'm gonna walk into King's Crown Bar tomorrow night and… no. No, maybe I should give him more time than that. I should…"
"B, no! No, carpe noctem, remember?" Veronica's cell phone beeped loudly on the table, next to her tea. She leaned forward and unlocked her phone, her eyes scanning the screen. "Oh my god, swoon!" She murmured.
"What, who is it?"
Veronica looked up and cleared her throat, a smile playing on her lips. "Nothing, just one of those E News notifications, Ryan and Blake renewed their vows."
"Really, Ronnie? 'Swoon' for that?" Betty laughed.
Veronica just shrugged and got up from the couch, taking her half-full mug with her. "How's your leg feeling?"
"It's not bad, tender, but manageable."
"Good," Veronica nodded.
As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. "...Then you can answer that." Veronica smiled.
"Okay," Betty furrowed her eyebrows and got off the couch. She hobbled to the door and opened it wide.
Jughead stood with a duffel bag over his shoulder. "I plan on overstaying my welcome." He stepped inside and set his bag on the floor. "I'm not going to let you push me away, Betty. I'm not going to lose what we've found with one another, okay? I know you're scared, I'm scared too, but please, don't - don't push me away."
Jughead stepped forward and pressed his palm against Betty's cheek, cupping her face and pulling her closer. "Okay?"
Betty nodded. "Okay," She breathed, leaning into Jughead's chest. She pressed her lips against his, sealing her promise with a short kiss.
"Bets?" Jughead murmured, pulling away to get a better look at her. "What the hell are you wearing?"
A bubble of laughter erupted from Betty's chest. "My skeleton onesie."
"Well, B, I'm gonna stay at Cheryl's for the night." Veronica said, appearing beside her. "You two lovebirds have fun," She raised her eyebrows and smiled, brushing past Jughead to get to the door.
"'Bye, Ronnie. Thank you for the talk." Betty returned Veronica's smile as the door closed behind her.
She took Jughead's hand and guided him to her room, hobbling along as best she could. She woke her laptop and turned on some music before sitting on her bed. She pat the spot beside her to indicate for Jughead to sit, too.
"Jughead, I'm sorry I've been so confusing." Betty took Jughead's hand in her own and held it in her lap.
"Don't apologize. I get it, I psych myself out all the time. But I know a good thing when I have it and I don't want either of us to fuck this up."
"Getting to know you has meant more to me than you'll ever know. I can't wait to learn more."
"Me, too, Bets. But I can't take you seriously in that thing," Jughead laughed and motioned to her onesie.
"Oh?" Betty's lips pursed open, one eyebrow slightly raised, she got off the bed and stood in front of Jughead.
She grasped the zipper in her hands and pulled it down. She stepped out of the warm fabric and stood in nothing but a pink bra and black panties, a smile playing on her lips. "Better?" She murmured.
Jughead's lips parted, then closed again. He nodded. "Better," He said huskily, sitting back on the bed until his shoulders touched the headboard.
"Are you… going to be distracted?" Betty asked, biting her lip.
"No," Jughead started, swallowing. "I'm ready to tell you all about myself." Jughead's eyes raked over Betty's body.
"Yeah?" Betty took a step forward and joined Jughead on the bed, one knee on either side of Jughead's lap. She leaned forward and pressed kisses against Jughead's neck. "Tell me something I don't know," Betty whispered, her lips brushing softly against his skin.
"Chocolate cake is my favorite dessert," Jughead murmured, his hand sweeping lightly down Betty's back, resting against her hip.
"I knew that," Betty reminded him, kissing and sucking gently on his delicate skin. She reached behind to unhook her bra and slid it slowly down and off her arms.
"My mind has suddenly gone blank," He confessed, his erection growing fuller beneath Betty's heat. "All I can think of is you."
She ground her hips against him, kissing his lips urgently, her tongue sliding into his mouth. Jughead gripped her backside and flipped her against the mattress. He gathered both her wrists in his hands and held them over her head as he sucked the skin between her neck and shoulder, biting down suddenly. A gasp escaped her lips and she rolled her chest up to meet his.
He let her hands go from his grip and moved his hand down, painstakingly slowly grazing over her nipples. He ducked his head and took each into his mouth, his teeth nipping her gently. She mewled at the sensation.
He pressed himself between her legs, eager to be inside her. Jughead moved his mouth lower, his teeth moving against her hipbone. He brushed against the soaked fabric over her pussy before taking his hand away, his mouth kissing the inside of her thigh.
"Jughead," Betty whimpered in protest.
"Tell me what you want, baby," He replied huskily, standing up to rid himself of clothing.
"I want to feel you inside of me," She replied, her eyes meeting his.
He moved over her again, his hand starting at the soft skin of her ankle and slowly moving upwards. The anticipation was killing Betty, who moved her own hand over her breast to tweak her nipple.
Jughead ran his fingers across her thigh, over her stomach, and into her black panties, reveling in her slick heat. He leaned so his mouth was over her wetness and licked a stripe against the fabric.
"Please, Jughead," Betty murmured, her fingers suddenly in his hair as her knees moved together, needing to feel more of him.
He hooked his fingers underneath her underwear and slid them down her legs, carefully off her feet, until they were on the floor. No longer in between them.
His mouth was back against her, sucking fervently against her clit, his hands tight against her hips. He held his erection in his hand, brushing it against Betty's slick folds, against her bundle of nerves, then pushed inside her.
They both breathed a sigh of relief as they felt whole once again. Jughead peppered kisses against Betty's forehead before thrusting into her again and again. With each thrust, Betty found her hips meeting Jughead's, the rhythm building her orgasm quickly.
"Jughead," Betty moaned, her fingernails digging deeply into his back, trying to keep from coming too quickly.
Jughead's hand gripped Betty's skin, his fingers around the base of her neck, his thumb against her collarbone, the other hand thumbing Betty's clit, sending her to the edge. "That's it, baby, come for me."
She bucked her hips forward and locked her legs together around Jughead, driving him deeper inside her. "Juggie," She murmured as she came, her eyes locked with his.
Jughead thrust into her again as Betty writhed beneath him until he found his own release moments later.
He rolled onto the pillow next to her, his breaths evening out, a smile playing on his lips.
He took her hand in his and brought it to his mouth. They were both quiet as they came down from their bliss. He placed her hand on his chest and placed his hand on top, weighing it down so she could feel his heartbeat.
"You still want me to tell you something you don't know about me?" Jughead said quietly.
"Of course," Betty smiled. His heart was racing.
He swallowed hard. "I think I'm falling in love with you."