The next morning, Betty wakes to the sun shining brightly through Jughead's open window. With the events of his night, he'd forgotten to close the blinds, but Betty uses it to her advantage. In the bright morning light, Jughead looks like a dream, his handsome features glowing with the light sheen of sweat on his olive skin. Already, his room is near stifling with the rapid rise in temperature outside, proving it's certain to be a hot one today. Thanks to the heat, Jughead has also kicked off the sheet at some point in the night and Betty allows her eyes to trail over his lean body. The bruising on his torso has faded significantly, aside from the now green and yellow splotch along his ribs. With a feather light touch, she traces her fingertips along the lines of his ribs before pressing a gentle kiss to his skin. When he doesn't stir, Betty continues to press barely there kisses along his abdomen. As she kisses the skin along his waistband, sitting dangerously low on his hips, she brings her fingertips to trace up the length of his inner thigh. Mumbling softly in his sleep, his hips shift upward, his boxers tenting before her eyes.
With a smirk on her lips, Betty carefully frees him through the opening at the front of his boxers and takes a moment to appreciate his length. With a gentle hand, she grazes the velvety softness of his shaft, tickling at his frenulum with the tip of her index finger. His cock twitches with the tickle but Jughead remains still otherwise. Inching herself downward, she props herself up on her elbow to lean her head over his hips. With the lowering of her head, she sucks his tip between her lips, earning a sleepy moan. She takes him further into her mouth, and slowly backs off, pausing at his tip to take him again. She continues the slow rhythm from base to tip, his hips shifting of their own accord as he stirs slightly.

"What are you- oh god," he moans as he pries his eyes open to look down at a head of blonde hair bobbing over his lap.

His fingers curl into the mattress as her pace quickens with his alertness and he nearly whimpers with how incredible it feels. With his body relaxed and his mind groggy with sleep, everything is intensified and he's quickly coming undone. There's no time for warning as his groin tightens and he bursts hot and thick on her tongue.

As he comes down from his high, his chest heaving with labored breaths, Betty shimmies herself back up to his side wearing a proud grin.

"Good morning Juggy," she beams.

"Fuck yea it is," he chuckles lazily. "Will you wake me up like that every morning?"

Betty giggles, nuzzling herself into his chest as he slips an arm underneath her and presses a firm kiss to the top of her head.

"You want to shower with me," he questions through a yawn.

"In a minute," she replies through the contagious yawn she'd acquired from Jughead.

The two of them lie lazily together, both enjoying the way the other feels pressed so closely to their own body.

After dozing off for five or ten minutes, neither really knows, Betty forces herself to get up. She stretches her arms high above her head, elongating her back as it cracks slightly before dropping her arms back down to her sides.

"Up Juggy," she demands playfully, tugging him by the arm to the edge of the bed.

"Don't wanna," he grumbles. With the yank of his arm, he tugs her back to bed, trapping her with the lock of his arms and legs around her.

"Jug," she whines through laughter as she fights him off weakly.

His grip only tightens, a goofy grin on his lips as he pins her to the bed beneath him. He promptly drops his whole weight on top of her and she giggles foolishly as she tries to shove him off.

"Juggy," she laughs, "I can't breathe."

"Is that a fat joke," he scolds, lifting his head from the crook of her neck to glare at her but winds up laughing with her instead.

"What's the magic word," he toys.

"Please," she rolls her eyes.

"Please what," he continues.

"Please get up you giant pain in my ass," she laughs through a scowl.

"You wound me Betts," he feigns heartache with a hand on his chest.

Betty takes the opportunity to knock him onto his back and pins his arms at his sides with her thighs.

Jughead allows her to think she's won for only a moment before hauling her forward with a firm grip on her ass in both hands. With his teeth, he bites at the expanse of her heat over her shorts, earning a surprised squeak from her lips. Her surprise quickly gives way to a mischievous grin. Hooking a finger around the crotch of her shorts, she tugs them aside and rolls her hips slightly forward in a silent request for more. Without hesitation, Jughead dives forward, savoring every bit of her slick middle with his tongue. Betty moans fluently as she rides his face, his tongue alternating between fucking into her and flicking at her pearled bud.

"I'm gonna cum Juggy," she pants breathlessly.

With her words, Jughead hauls her closer, forcing his tongue deeper while simultaneously creating suction with his lips. As her back arches, she drops her free hand to his thigh, crying out his name as she soaks his chin. Jughead continues to work her through it, lapping at her juices until she can't take it anymore. With a final suck to her sensitive bud, he releases her and she drops lazily to his side on the bed. Her chest heaves, her hair a wild mess as she grins at the ceiling, and Jughead has never thought her more beautiful.

"Wow," she laughs breathlessly.

"Good," he questions, though her sated expression is confirmation enough.

"You've been holding out on me," she accuses him playfully.

"I have not," he laughs, "just haven't had the chance."

"Mmhmm," she argues, grinning lazily at him.

"You're so beautiful Betts," he beams, brushing her wild hair from her face to tuck it gently behind her ear.

Her grin only stretches further, her gaze becoming soft before she presses a tender kiss to his lips. As he pulls away, he hauls her over his shoulder, giving her ass a firm span

"Shower time baby," he declares, carrying her kicking and laughing all the way to the bathroom.

Later that evening, Betty finds herself unable to decide what to wear to dinner as she rifles through her closet wrapped in only a towel. These late August evenings have been cool lately, but tonight it's still just as hot as it had been throughout the day. With the knowledge that the Jones men apparently prefer not to have ac, for whatever reason, she wants to wear something that won't have her a sticky sweaty mess before dinner is through. Aside from being comfortable, she also feels the need to one up whatever Tina is wearing, but also doesn't want Jughead to get caught ogling her.

After going through nearly everything she owns, Betty decides on her shortest pair of jeans shorts. They've been her absolute favorite pair forever. Their perfectly faded and the legs are severely frayed from over washing, but she knows they make her ass and legs look incredible. Forgoing underwear, just in case she gets a chance to tease Jughead, she slips on her shorts and continues her search for the perfect top. She eventually settles on a flowy silk camisole that her terrible half-sister had gifted her last Christmas. If Veronica is good for anything, it's picking clothes for just about any body type. This particular top, Veronica had very forcefully suggested that she absolutely cannot wear a bra with "killer tits like those." So, following Veronica's suggestion, she pulls it over her head and marvels at the way the neckline dips low between her breasts, forming smoothly over their peaks to reveal her pert nipples beneath the thin fabric.

After finishing her look with a pair of knee high gladiator sandals and a gold arm band, she tussles her natural waves and applies a bit of light makeup. Standing in the mirror, she's quite confident that she looks far hotter than Tina could ever hope to and she worries slightly that Jughead is going to get himself into trouble.

"Betty," Alice calls from downstairs, "are you almost finished? We need to go."

With a final glance in the mirror, she decides Jughead will just have to suffer before making her way quickly down the stairs.

Upon their arrival next door, Alice rings the door bell and politely awaits it to be opened, peach cobbler in hand. The door swings open, revealing a very nervous looking Jughead behind it.

"Uh, hi," he greets awkwardly, his eyes darting briefly to Betty then back to her mother's smiling face.

"You must be Jughead," Alice says brightly, earning a nod from said boy. "Well, I'm Alice, and this is my daughter Betty."

Jughead only nods but Betty can see the flicker of a smile forming at the corner of his lips. "It's nice to meet you. My dad's out back if you want to come in."

Alice offers another beaming Cooper smile as she steps inside, nodding for Betty to follow.

As they enter the kitchen, Jughead takes the glass dish from Alice and sets it in the counter with the assortment of foods his father has prepared. He then leads the Cooper women through the living room and out the back door to the porch, where FP is currently manning the grill.

"There you are," FP grins, "Had me worried there for a minute."

"Yes, well you try getting a teenage girl to choose an outfit faster," she laughs.

Betty rolls her eyes before sticking her tongue out at a smirking Jughead.

"You ladies want a drink," FP asks kindly. "I've got soda, wine, beer if you like, or just water."

"Actually," Betty starts, turning her attention to Jughead. "Would you mind showing me where your bathroom is?"

Jughead hides his smirk with the duck of his head and Betty catches FP roll his eyes before Jughead leads her inside.

"You trying to get me going with this sorry excuse for a shirt," Jughead questions between kisses, cupping her nearly bare breasts in his hands as she pins him against the inside of the bathroom door.

"Maybe," she breathes against his ear, nipping at his lobe as her hand disappears beneath his waistband.

"Oh fuck," he groans as quietly as he can manage. "Baby, what are you doing to me?"

"Fuck me Jug," she demands promptly.

"Now," he questions breathlessly with worry on his brow.

"Right now," she nods.

"Betts-"

"I want to be dripping with your cum when Tina gets here," she pleads as she pulls open his jeans. "Do it fast, we have like five minutes."

"Mmm, fuck," he moans with the hurried stroke of her hand. "I only need three."

Dropping her shorts to her ankles, Betty bends over the counter and he quickly forces himself inside her.

"Fuck, you want my cum baby," he pants against her ear as he fucks into her harder than ever before.

"Uh-huh," she pleads, "Oh Juggy, cum for me."

With her begging, he quickly unravels, forcing himself deeper as he pumps every last drop he has to offer inside her.

"What do you say," he orders, tilting her head back against his chest with his hand on her throat.

"Thank you Juggy," she purrs, earning a hard kiss before he slips from her folds.

Jughead makes quick work of fixing his clothes and ducks out of the bathroom before anyone has a chance to miss him. Betty takes a few minutes to straighten herself out, finger combing her hair and grabbing a wash cloth to pat her damp skin with some cool water. When she's satisfied that she doesn't scream bathroom quickie, she makes her way back out to the porch.

Upon her arrival, FP shoots her a knowing grin, his head subtly shaking from side to side. Betty only shrugs as if she has no idea what he's insinuating and busies herself with selecting a drink from the cooler. Moments later, Jughead returns to the porch, hand in hand with who else, but Tina.

"Hi Mr. Jones," she greets, "everything looks wonderful. You've outdone yourself."

FP thanks her with a raise of his drink and a nod, while Betty tries not to roll her eyes at her over the top greeting. She does, however, take pride in the fact that FP hadn't corrected her on calling him Mr. Jones.

"Oh Betty," Tina gushes, "I absolutely love your top!"

"Oh, uhm, thanks," she grins.

"You just have to tell me where you shop," she requests, dragging her away to chat at the picnic table.

Jughead again hides his smirk with the duck of his head as he catches Betty's silent plea for help. As he watches them talk, all he can think about is the fact that Betty is literally filled with his semen while having a seemingly friendly conversation with the girl that is supposed to be his girlfriend.

"Looks like you're gonna have a problem boy," FP mutters as he comes to stand by his son.

"Nah," Jughead shakes his head, "Betty's just being nice."

"You fucked her didn't you," he says with a disapproving scowl.

"What? Of course not," he argues, "when would I have had time for that."

"You think I'm stupid," FP laughs. "You forget I was your age once. Show me where the bathroom is," he mocks, "Oh please."

"Alright, yes. I did," he admits, "Now shut up about it."

FP only shakes his head, patting his son on the back in sympathy for the mess he's created for himself before returning to chat with Alice by the grill.

By the time dinner is ready, Tina has fully declared Betty as her new best friend and Betty finds herself wishing she could just tell her she's fucking her boyfriend. As they sit down to the table in the kitchen, Tina insists on sitting beside Betty, forcing Jughead to sit at the head of the table to Betty's left.

"So, Betty," FP begins as they chat comfortably over food. "Are you going to be at Riverdale high this year or have you finished school already?"

Betty nods, taking a sip of her drink to wash down her bite of potato salad. "I have one more year."

"Ooh, us too," Tina says with excitement. "Maybe we'll have some classes together."

Betty nods politely in her direction, taking another sip of her drink to hide the grimace forming on her lips.

Under the table, Jughead has locked his ankle with hers, silently keeping her in check as Tina continues to gush over the fact that they'll be going to the same school.

"How long have the two of you been together," Alice questions, gesturing with her fork between Jughead and Tina.

"Oh, uh-"

"Two years next month," Tina beams, making eyes at Jughead that have Betty wanting to claw them out of her head.

Betty politely excuses herself from the table and makes a beeline for the bathroom. Once behind the closed door, she takes a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm down. Seeing Jughead and Tina interact from afar was more than manageable, but here, with it thrown in her face, she's barely keeping it together. Tina has got to be one of the most infuriating people she has ever met and she can't even begin to understand why Jughead ever liked her.

"Betts," comes a whisper as the tap of knuckles sounds from the other side of the door. The knob twists, failing to open since she'd made sure to lock it. "Betts, let me in."

With a heavy exhale, she opens the door and Jughead slips silently inside the bathroom.

"You ok," he questions as he cups her cheeks in his large hands.

Betty nods, "she's just so-"

"Annoying," he offers, earning a nod. "I know, baby. I'm sorry."

"Do you still want to be with her," she worries.

"Are you or are you not the one filled with my cum right now," he reminds her with a smirk on his lips.

"Ok," she nods. "Go before you get caught."

As Betty returns to the kitchen, she finds FP clearing the table and her mother helping him load the dish washer. FP gives her an apologetic glance, gathering that she's having a hard time with Tina's presence.

"I think that should do it," Alice declares as she closes the dishwasher. "Thank you so much for having us."

"Anytime," FP grins. "I'll get that dish back to you as soon as we finish off that cobbler.

Alice grins hugely, "I'm sure you will. Betty honey, are you ready to go."

Betty nods, giving her best smile though she feels a bit like crying. With that they waive their goodbye to FP and head out the door.

In the living room, Jughead is seated on the couch, numbing out to whatever dumb show Tina had put on. Though she's tucked beneath his arm, he couldn't care less that she's even there.

"Hey Jug," FP calls from the doorway. "Come help me for a minute."

Grateful for whatever distraction his father is offering, he gets up only to be tugged down and kissed on the mouth before he's allowed to go. He follows his father out to the front steps where they sit side by side in the dim light of the porch lamp.

"What are you doing," FP asks point blank. "You've got a beautiful girl next door who treats you right and you're in there with Tina?"

Jughead nods shamefully. "I can't hurt her dad."

"You already are," he tells him gently. "The second you started messing around with Betty, you hurt her. Prolonging it isn't going to make it any less painful. I mean, Christ Jug, you talk to Betty, like actually talk to her. When's the last time you told Tina anything of significance."

Jughead only shrugs, knowing his father is right.

"You gotta let her go boy," he sighs. "Betty's not going to wait forever."

With his return inside, Jughead takes his time getting back to the living room. When he finally sits back down on the couch, Tina takes it as an opportunity to crawl into his lap.

"Let's go to bed," she suggests lazily.

Jughead hesitates, but without any reason other than that he just doesn't want to, he follows her up to his room.

Once inside, Tina backs him to the bed, shoving him down to straddle his hips.

"Mffm. Ti- Tina," he manages to get out once he finally gets his mouth away from hers. "Can we just go to bed?"

"You don't want to have sex," she wonders in surprise.

Jughead shakes his head, "I'm just not really in the mood."

"Okay," she questions with a cock of her brow before settling into his bed for its intended purpose.

Jughead turns out the light and lies down beside her, his arm tucked behind his head as he stares up at the ceiling.

"You're not going to change," she wonders with her realization that he's still in jeans.

With a sigh, Jughead gets up and pulls on a pair of sweat pants before laying back down. They lay in silence for a long time and Jughead is grateful for it.

"J," she says suddenly. "Are you having problems getting it up?"

"What? No," he scoffs.

"It's ok if you are," she assures him.

"My dicks fine," he argues. "Can't I just be tired?"

"You're always tired lately," she complains. "Did I do something?"

Jughead sighs heavily, "No Tina. You didn't do anything."

"Then what is it," she pleads softly.

"Can we please just go to sleep," he grumbles, rolling over to face away from her and stares hard into the wall. He's annoyed with himself for not being able to just tell her he doesn't want to be with her. She seems to give up, rolling onto her own side and Jughead is relieved she let it go so easily.

"I'm going to stay at Ginger's," she mutters suddenly.

Jughead doesn't even dare say anything. Nothing that comes out of his mouth right now is going to be what she's hoping to hear, so he remains silent, his gaze never shifting from the wall.

Tina nods to herself, realizing that he isn't planning on putting up a fight. With a steadying breath, she gets out of bed, collecting her things before pausing in the doorway.

"Call me when you're ready to talk," is all she offers before walking out the door.

Jughead remains still, listening for the sound of the front door. Just moments after it shuts, he hears a car pull up and Ginger's muffled voice before the door closes and they're gone. He waits a long time for the guilt and regret to wash over him, expecting to feel badly for making her feel as though she's done something to deserve this. The guilt never comes, no regret, no sorrow, just an overwhelming sense of relief that nearly brings laughter to his lips. He knows this isn't over, far from it in fact, but right now, all he knows is he's free to hold his girl next door and assure her of his feelings.

In his haste to get out of bed, he catches his foot in the sheets and just barely manages to keep his footing before darting down the stairs. He creeps across the lawn in his bare feet, collecting the ladder on his way and hurries to Betty's open window.

As he reaches the top, he pauses for a moment, watching a disheartened Betty as she stares down at a photo in her hands with tears in her eyes. He gives her just a moment before making his presence known with the tap of his fingers to the window frame.

"Jug," she chokes out, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes and tucking the photo beneath her pillow. "I thought Tina was with you."

"She was," he nods as he climbs inside. "She left."

"I'm sorry Juggy-"

"Don't be," he shakes his head as he nears her bedside. "Are you alright?"

"Me," she questions in surprise, "Yea, I'm fine."

"Baby, you're crying," he points out as he takes a seat beside her.

"It's nothing," she shakes her head, plastering a sad smile on her face.

"Who's in the picture you were looking at?"

Betty's eyes dart up to his, her brow pulling together as she thinks it over.

"My ex," she admits ashamedly, dropping her gaze to the bedspread between her thighs.

"Are you still hung up on him," Jughead asks with honest concern.

Betty shakes her head, "Don't worry about it."

"Betts. I'm already worrying about it," he tells her. "I just watched you cry over your ex, that's more than a little concerning to me."

"He's dead," she says bluntly, earning a look of shock from Jughead. "We went to a party our sophomore year. We both had too much to drink. He ended up getting in an argument and he took off in his truck. He was already gone before the paramedics even arrived."

"Oh Betty," he coos, pulling her into his chest. "I'm so sorry."

Betty shakes her head. "You know the worst part? I don't even remember what we were fighting about."

"It's not your fault Betty," he assures her, knowing all too well how easy it is to blame yourself for another's choices.

"I know that now," she nods against his chest, nuzzling herself deeper into his embrace. "I wasn't crying about him. I was crying about you," she admits, tilting her head up to gauge his reaction. "He was my best friend before he was ever my boyfriend. I talk to him sometimes when I'm feeling lost. He always knew what to say." She smiles fondly, her eyes sad with his memory at the forefront of her mind.

Jughead nods, "Talk to me Betts. I'm right here."

"I know you are Juggy," she says with a gentle smile on her lips. "I was just feeling overwhelmed and a little jealous that Tina was sleeping in your bed. I let my mind get the best of me."

"I'm sorry baby," he apologizes sincerely, kissing her on the head. "Tina left because I didn't want to have sex."

"You didn't sleep with her," she questions, almost shocked.

"I know what I want, and it's not Tina," he assures her. "I meant what I said the other day about falling in love with you. You're so much more than Tina has ever been or ever will be in my life. You're everything to me."

With a tear in her eye and a smile breaking over her face, she dives forward, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss. In an instant, their hands are everywhere, squeezing and caressing in all the right places as they make quick work of each other's clothes. As their initial haste simmers, it gives way to a tenderness neither has ever experienced before. Jughead gazes softly at Betty, her golden hair haloed around her head as she stares up at him with a glistening adoration in her glassy green eyes. Their lips meet this time in a languid kiss, the softness of their lips molding together as one.

With a gentle hand, Jughead lines himself up with her entrance, kissing her softly as he eases his hips forward. Betty releases a contented sigh, her arms and legs wrapping around his back as he bottoms out inside her. She just holds him there a while, his weight grounding her to the mattress as she focuses on the gentle rise and fall of their chests between them. Lifting his weight just slightly, Jughead presses gentle kisses to her collar bone as he begins to move within her. His thrusts are lengthy and slow, the connection between them becoming so much more than sex with every draw of his hips. Her body accepts him easily, almost invitingly so and when she begins to pant beneath him, he gives her just a bit more, drawing the most beautiful sounds from her as her climax courses through her being. Jughead is quick to follow, feeling high off her energy as his body surges within her walls.

"Stay with me," she whispers against his ear.

"I'm right here," he replies as he rests his forehead to hers, savoring their connection for just a little while longer.

As they lie back in bed, Jughead leaned against her headboard, he hauls her up between his thighs to rest her back against his chest. A smile makes itself at home on her lips as his fingers trace patterns into her skin. He moves his focus to running his fingers through her hair, brushing it back and presses a firm kiss to her shoulder.

"You sure you're ok baby," he questions gently.

"I am now," she nods, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Is that him?" He nods his head towards the bulletin board he'd seen a few days ago. It's plastered with photos of a red headed boy that looks every bit the part of Betty's boyfriend. He has that all American charm that Jughead could never even dream of having and it makes him wonder how she finds him even remotely attractive in comparison.

Betty nods, leaning over slightly to fetch the photo she'd hidden earlier. "His name was Archie," she tells him as she hands over the photo.

Jughead takes it from her hands, studying the red heads smiling face before displaying it on her night stand, propped up by her lamp.

"If he meant that much to you, he's fine by me," he grins.

"Thank you," she says, her gratitude for his understanding written all over her face.