"Are you guys ready for this," Archie beams, holding up two slasher movies as best he can while juggling an armful of junk food and blankets. Jughead and Betty laugh as they drop their overnight bags to help lighten the load.
"I call middle," Betty declares as she spreads the first of two massive fleece blankets onto the couch.
"Awe, you scared Betts," teases Jughead, causing her to jump as he pokes her in the side.
"Juggy," she whines, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Oh come on, I'm just messing with you," he laughs, "I'll save you if any crazy ax murderers decide to crash our sleepover."
Betty glares, "Not funny Jug."
"Leave her alone," Archie chimes in. "She can't help it. She is a girl after all."
Laughing, the two boys high five, earning a stern glare from Betty as she drops down angrily onto the couch. While Archie sets up the dvd player, Jughead comes to sit beside Betty, spreading the second blanket over their laps and leaving some overhang for Archie.
"You know I'll protect you right," he offers in a hushed tone.
Betty nods, her scowl softening as their eyes meet. Truthfully, Betty hates scary movies and if it wasn't for Jughead, who's the only person in the world that knows how truly scared she is right now, she would have gone home. It's one thing to watch horror movies with Archie and his dad, but with Fred out of town, it seems much more daunting.
Archie used to spend the occasional weekend at Betty's whenever Fred would go away on business. Since they'd all hit thirteen, they've been trusted to have sleepovers at Archie's with Betty's parents right next door. Over the past two years they've had countless sleepovers and Betty has managed up until this point to avoid having to watch a scary movie.
"This one's supposed to be so cool," Archie gushes in excitement as he comes to sit on Betty's other side with a bowl of popcorn. As the disc menu loads, an eerie screech sounds through the speakers, startling Betty nearly into Jughead's lap.
Archie laughs. "Calm down. It's just a movie Betts."
"I know. It was just loud," she lies, giving a sideways glance at Jughead from beneath her lashes.
Hidden from view under the blanket, Jughead threads his fingers between hers, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. The next hour is spent with her knees at her chest, the blanket shoved up over her nose, and her arms wrapped tightly around Jughead's forearm out of Archie's view. It's not so much that she doesn't want Archie to know she's afraid, but that she feels safest with Jughead.
"Juggy," she whispers, "I have to pee."
"So go," he shrugs, entirely consumed by the gore on screen.
"Come with me," she pleads almost silently.
Slowly tearing his eyes away from the screen, Jughead raises an eyebrow at her, glancing towards Archie beside her before rolling his eyes.
"I'm gonna get a soda, you want one Arch?"
"Nah, I'm good," he replies, waving his free hand as he shoves a fistful of popcorn in his mouth with the other.
A few moments later, Betty announces that she has to pee and hurries to the bathroom.
"What would you have done if I wasn't here," Jughead teases as she comes out of the bathroom.
"Peed my pants," she shrugs so nonchalantly that Jughead can't help but laugh.
As they near the living room, they notice how quiet it suddenly is. The buzzing of a chainsaw running, the blood curdling screams and the eerie background music have all ceased, peaking their interest as they re-enter the room.
"You guys want to play a game," Archie questions from in front of the now turned off TV.
"Yes-"
"What kind of game," Jughead interrupts, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Truth or dare," he smirks
Jughead shakes his head furiously, "no way."
"Awe, come on Jug. You scared," Betty teases, mimicking his earlier comment.
"Fine," he agrees, glaring at her as he tugs at his beanie.
"Alright, so it's settled then," Archie states with excitement. "Betty you're first, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Nope, she picks dare," Jughead corrects, shooting her a mischievous smirk. "If you're going to force me to play this dumb game, at least make it interesting."
"Fine, dare," she says with a roll of her eyes. She's suddenly very worried as the biggest grin she's ever seen stretches its way across Archie's face.
"I dare you to show us your boobs," he says triumphantly.
"What!"
"Arch, no," Jughead cuts in angrily.
"Oh come on," Archie rolls his eyes. "I know you want to see them as bad as I do."
Jughead turns as red as a tomato as he glances at Betty, looking guiltier than ever.
"Jughead," she scolds covering her chest with her arms.
"Come on Betts, just show us," Archie pleads, taking a step closer.
"It is a dare," Jughead adds with a shrug.
"You guys are assholes," she mutters glaring back and forth between them. With a heavy sigh, she lifts her shirt, squeezing her eyes shut as the boys gasp before quickly shoving her shirt back down. "Happy now," she grits, though the dumb smirks they're both sporting are confirmation enough.
"Your turn Archie, truth or dare."
Thinking it over for a moment, he knows if he chooses dare Betty is going to want revenge. "Truth," he declares with triumph.
"Ok," she grins, "did my tits make you hard Arch?"
The smirk on his face falls away as he swallows hard, his eyes widening as they dart anywhere but on Betty.
"That's what I thought," she snickers.
Jughead burst into laughter to which she quickly fixes with a glare.
"Don't even pretend your dicks not hard Jug," she clips, cocking her brow as he shuts right up.
"Uhm, it's your turn Jug," Archie says awkwardly, "Truth or dare."
"Let's just forget truth," he suggests, not wanting to go down that road again.
Archie agrees with a nod of his head. "I dare you," he pauses to think up something good. "I dare you to let Betty kiss your dick."
"What," they both holler in unison, looking at each other cautiously.
"How did I get roped into this," Betty complains, throwing her hands up in outrage.
"Arch, I'm not going to do that," Jughead scolds, his brow furrowing into a deep scowl.
"Well that's the dare," Archie states, crossing his arms over his chest as he shrugs.
"Betty," Jughead near whispers as he eyes her cautiously, entirely uncomfortable with the whole idea.
"We'll do it," she declares in a huff, "but, only in the bathroom."
"How am I supposed to know you did it then," Archie argues.
"It's that or nothing. Right Jug," she questions, nodding her head slowly in hopes he'll go along with it.
"Fine," he surrenders, his shoulders slumping as he follows her into the bathroom.
Once inside, Betty locks the door to make sure Archie doesn't try anything. Jughead is nearly shaking with nerves and she can't help but feel bad.
"Juggy," she whispers, taking his hand in hers, "I know you don't want to do this. We're just going to pretend ok. Archie will never know."
Jughead nods, relief washing over his entire being, "Betts."
"Yea jug," she whispers in question.
"I'm sorry I made you show us your boobs. I should have just ended it," he mutters with a shake of his head at his own misbehavior.
"It's ok," she grins, giving his hand a squeeze as reassurance.
"I could-" he clears his throat, glancing up at her nervously. "You can look at it. I mean if you want to," he offers, his cheeks flushing hot at the very idea of her eyes on his most private body part.
"It's ok Jug, you don't have to do that," she assures him, but he can sense her heightened interest.
"I want to," he mutters, his voice a bit shaky with nerves.
"I guess it would help make this more believable," she shrugs.
Jughead nods before hesitating at the waistband of his sleep pants. His nervousness is only worsened by the fact that he's growing harder by the second at just the thought of her seeing his dick.
"Let me," she offers, her fingers slipping into his waistband to tug it away from his hips. Jughead squeezes his eyes shut as the release if his boxers causes his erection to spring upward against his stomach.
"What," he panics as she giggles.
"Nothing," she smiles, "I've just always wondered what it looks like when it's like that."
"Oh," he breathes, relieved that she wasn't laughing at him.
Carefully, Betty replaces his waistband against his skin, his breath catching as her fingertips accidentally brush against his tip.
"Sorry," she apologizes, blushing heavily.
"Its fine," he shakes his head as he adjusts himself. "Let's go before Archie comes to knock down the door."
Giggling to herself, Betty follows him out, feeling strange in the pit of her stomach.
As they walk back into the living room they're met with Archie's knowing grin as he takes in the awkwardness between them.
"I got to admit, I didn't think you'd do it," he laughs.
"Well we did," Betty bites back "and now it's your turn."
"It is not," he argues.
"Is too," Jughead argues, pointing a stern finger in his direction. "You got both of us on that one."
"Fine," he huffs, "do your worst."
"I dare you to show Betty your dick-"
"Jughead," Betty scolds with a stern glare.
"What," he shrugs, "it's only fair."
Archie laughs, pulling down the front of his sleep pants without an ounce of shame.
"Archie," Betty scolds, her hands flying up to cover her eyes as Jughead burst into laughter.
"Jesus Arch, would some warning have killed you," he laughs before Archie tucks himself away.
"It's not a big deal," Archie chuckles.
"Yes it is," Betty argues, shaking her head in disbelief of tonight's events.
"You put your lips on Jug's, what's it matter," he shrugs. "It's your turn by the way."
"Great," she sighs, rolling her eyes for what feels like the hundredth time tonight.
"I dare you to tell us who's is bigger," he challenges, already seeming victorious before she's even complied.
With a conflicted glance between the boys, she pauses on Jughead. The two of them share a look that says they're both aware that Jughead is the clear winner as he subtly shakes his head.
"Yours," she says simply as her eyes fall back on Archie.
"Ha," he celebrates, punching the air in excitement. "Sorry buddy," he chuckles towards Jughead.
"Ok Arch, game over," Betty decides, shooting Jughead an apologetic glance. "I'm going to bed."
"Me too," Jughead grumbles before following after Betty up the stairs.
"I'm gonna finish the movie," Archie calls after them before ducking back into the living room.
Upstairs, Jughead and Betty settle under the covers on the air mattress on Archie's bedroom floor. The two of them stare up at the ceiling, both going over what they've all just done over the past half hour.
"Hey Jug," Betty says softly, "you know yours is bigger right?"
Jughead nods, scowling as he turns to face her, "If I knew he was going to be such a prick about it I would have just let you tell him."
"What's it matter anyways," she wonders, rolling onto her side to face him more directly.
"I dont know," he shrugs, "it just does."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I like yours," she giggles
"Yea," he questions with a raise of his brow.
Betty nods, grinning back at the smirk touching the corner of his lips.
"Hey Betts," he mutters, his gaze dropping to a stray thread on the sheets between them. "Were you really going to do it?"
"Do what," she asks, confused by his off topic question.
"The dare," he explains, "in the bathroom."
"Oh, uhm, I don't know," she shrugs. "I guess if you wanted me to."
"You would have," he wonders in surprise, propping himself up on his elbow.
"Yea, why not," she shrugs.
"I don't know," he shrugs. "Don't you think it would have been weird? After I mean."
"I guess," she replies, not entirely convinced it would have been. "I mean we already hold hands and stuff sometimes. I don't think it would have been that weird."
"That's not even close to the same thing," he argues with a slight laughter to his tone.
"I don't know Juggy, what do you want me to say? I would have done it if you wanted me to. Is that so bad," she wonders, beginning to question if she should have just said no.
"No. I just feel weird even thinking about it," he admits, laying back down to again stare up at the ceiling.
"Me too," she agrees, just above a whisper as she too rolls to her back. Without another word, Jughead takes her hand, the two of them drifting off with their fingers laced between them beneath the covers.
With the arrival of school on Monday, not one of them speaks of the events of their sleepover. For the most part, nothing has changed between them, aside from the fact that Jughead now can't stop thinking about what might have happened if he'd allowed Betty to fulfil Archie's dare. Betty, too, has been having the same thought and she wonders if things could really ever be weird between them.
From the outside, one might think that it's Archie who Betty is close with, and she is, but she's in far deeper with Jughead. She knows things about Jughead that no other person on this planet knows and she is his greatest supporter. When his mom left last summer, it was Betty who held him as he cried, consumed by the pain of not knowing if he would ever see his little sister again. When his dad beat him senseless, blaming him for everything wrong in their life, it was Betty who patched him up and gave him a place to stay until he felt safe enough to go home. Not only is she his confidant, but he is hers as well. He was her shoulder to cry on when her parents went through a difficult divorce, and her grounding force as the life she knew crumbled apart around her. A few months ago, she'd found her sister Polly, overdosed on sleeping pills. It was he who rushed over to stick his fingers down her throat, forcing her to purge it all before their mother came home from work. The two of them have been through hell together, yet no one would ever know from the outside looking in, not even Archie.
The next sleepover at Archie's doesn't happen again until late into the winter. It goes much the same as it always has, aside from the freshly sixteen year old boys teasing Betty for being the baby, and not one of them suggests truth or dare. The real difference about this sleepover, is that Betty and Jughead have begun to feel differently about one another. The entire night becomes a game of how close they can be without Archie noticing. It starts off with a nervous nudge of Jughead's pinky against hers on the couch between them as they watch the latest teen rom-com. By the end of the movie, their thighs are touching and Betty is itching to curl into his side. Had it just been the two of them, she would have, but for whatever reason, neither of them wants Archie to know what's going on between them. Never mind that they're not entirely certain of what that even is yet.
Archie is the first to fall asleep, leaving Jughead and Betty to gaze up at the ceiling. For the first time, Jughead is nervous to be alone with her, and she with him.
"Juggy," Betty whispers into the darkness as she rolls onto her side to face him.
Hesitantly, he turns his head to the side, finding her much closer than he'd expected. His Adam's apple bobs in his throat as the warmth of her breath skims over his lips, causing them to tingle in a strange way.
"Can we cuddle," she asks sheepishly, "I'm cold."
"Uh, ok," he agrees, lifting the blanket slightly to allow her to scoot closer. "Ah, your hands are freezing," he whisper yells as she tucks them beneath his t-shirt against his abdomen.
"Sorry," she giggles, nestling her head into the crook of his arm.
"You are not," he argues, smirking at her as he pokes her in the side. "Shh," he laughs as she nearly squeals in response.
With a glare she attacks his stomach with her icy fingers, tickling him relentlessly. He's barely able to choke back his laughter as he fights her off, pinning her hands above her head as he overpowers her.
"Ok, ok, I give," he laughs, trying hard to fend off his smile as he glares down at her. As if in slow motion, he slowly releases her wrists, her hands coming up to cradle his jaw as he leans forward. Their lips press together, leaving something forever changed between them as they pull apart to gaze into one another's eyes with uncertainty.
"Uh," Jughead pulls away quickly, rubbing at the back of his neck before he lays down with his back to her. "Night Betts."
"Night," she mutters, rolling away from him to stare at the frame of Archie's bed. Neither of them gets much sleep that night, or the many nights that follow.
Lying awake on the small cot in the twilight drive in's projection room, Jughead's thoughts are on Betty. Since their kiss, neither one of them has talked about it, but things have been awkward between them. Even Archie, who's oblivious most of the time, had questioned if they weren't getting along at her birthday party last week. They'd hardly spoken all night, exchanging only nervous glances from across the room. He has no idea how he's going to get through their sleepover tomorrow night.
"Hi Juggy," Betty greets softly as she opens Archie's front door to let him inside.
"Uh, hi," he replies awkwardly, tugging his beanie down a bit further. As he steps inside, he's hyper aware of Betty's eyes on his every move.
"Jug," she calls before he can walk away. "We should talk."
Cautiously, Jughead turns back around to face her, setting his bag down beside the stairs. With a quick peek into the living room to make sure Archie is occupied, he tugs her along by the arm into the bathroom.
"Betty, I- I'm sorry I kissed you," he apologizes frantically, rushing to get the words out before they escape him.
"You are," she questions in surprise.
"Yes," he nods, "I never should have done that. Everything's all weird now and I just want it to go back to how it was, how we used to be."
"Oh," she mutters, her face falling as her gaze drops to the floor.
"Isn't that why you wanted to talk," he wonders, regretting now everything he's just said with her pretty face marred by sadness.
Betty only shakes her head and reaches for the door.
"Betts wait," he pleads, grabbing her wrist away from the doorknob.
"Are you really sorry that you kissed me," she questions as she turns back to face him, her shoulders lowered in defeat.
Jughead hesitates before shaking his head. "I hate this Betts."
"Me too," she mutters under her breath, her eyes following his movement as he steps before her.
"I'm not sorry," he whispers as his fingers thread into the hair at the back of her head. In an instant, his mouth is on hers, their lips caressing tenderly as their tongues slip together in search of a deeper passion. Without hesitation, Betty tugs him forward by his jeans earning a breathy grunt as their hips connect. Without any regard for their whereabouts, Bettys hand travels between them causing Jughead to startle back with the grip of her hand over his growing erection.
"What are you doing," he panics, searching her eyes for answers.
"I'm sorry," she mutters, guilt tugging at her features.
"Hey, no," he urges softly. "Betts, I'm not mad, I just- maybe not yet," he pleads, brushing her hair back from her face. "Archie's probably wondering where we are."
Betty nods, and leads the way out, making sure the coast is clear before Jughead follows.
While a frozen pizza bakes in the oven, Jughead disappears upstairs, leaving Betty and Archie to race on his gaming system. After noticing Jughead has been gone for a long time, it suddenly registers with Betty that the shower is running. She does her best to ignore what her gut is telling her, not wanting to alert Archie that anything is wrong, but her concern is beginning to get the best of her. Saved by the buzz of the oven timer, Betty makes a mad dash up the stairs while Archie takes out the pizza.
"Jughead," she whispers yells with a tap of her knuckles on the bathroom door.
Behind the door, Jughead winces at the sound of her voice, knowing he's going to have to explain himself. As she calls to him again, he quickly wraps a towel around his waist and reluctantly opens the door.
"Juggy," Betty coos sympathetically.
"Betts, don't worry about it," he pleads, his brow settling into a scowl.
"How can I not," she questions, reaching out to touch the dampened skin of his arm. "Where are you staying right now?"
"At the drive in," he admits, nearly a whisper as his eyes drop to the floor between them.
"Jug-"
"Don't," he clips, shrugging her off. "It's fine, ok."
Betty nods carefully. "Are you safe there?"
Jughead's hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck, shrugging as he glances at her from beneath his lashes. "It's better than home," he mutters.
"Maybe you should talk to Archie," she suggests, earning a glare. "Fred would let you stay here Jug."
"No," he clips. "It's bad enough that you know. I don't need both of my friends looking at me like I'm some poor stray animal."
"That's not what I think of you and you know it," she argues, crossing her arms over her chest to glare at him. "Get dressed and come back down. If you don't talk to him, I will."
"Betty please," he begs, grabbing her arm to pull her back. With saddened eyes, Betty wraps her arms around his waist, her cheek pressed against his bare chest as he returns her embrace.
"I need to know you're ok Jug," she whispers against his skin.
Jughead nods, "ok."
With a sad smile, Betty pulls away, her eyes remaining on his until she's out of sight down the stairs.
Back in the living room, Archie is leaned back on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table and a slice of pizza in hand.
"Where'd you go," he asks casually before taking in her worried expression. "You ok?"
Setting down his plate, he gets up to meet her in the doorway. Jughead comes down the stairs, making a cautious entrance and keeps himself tucked behind Betty.
"I can't," he whispers into her hair. With her arm tucked behind her, Betty offers her hand, which he takes in his without hesitation.
"What's going on with you guys," Archie questions, worry on his brow. "Did something happen?"
"Arch," Betty begins, taking a glance over her shoulder at Jughead who gives a nervous nod, "do you think your dad would let Jug stay here for a while?"
"Uhm," his brow raises in confusion, "yea, probably, why? Is everything ok," he wonders, his gaze shifting to Jughead.
"FP's not in a good place right now," she tells him, hoping he'll understand on some level with the few times he's met Jughead's father.
Archie nods, "I'll call my dad," he decides before disappearing into the kitchen.
"Was that so bad," Betty grins as she turns around to face Jughead behind her.
"Yes," he groans, his chest deflating as he releases a heavy breath.
"It will be better," she promises, cupping his cheeks to nudge her nose against his before their foreheads rest together.
"Will you go with me to get my stuff tomorrow," he asks sheepishly.
"Of course I will," she smiles gently, earning a shy grin before they nearly jump apart at Archie's reentry.
"Dad said you can stay as long as you need," he grins, "but he wants to talk to you about it when he gets back."
"I figured as much," he sighs, looking to Betty for reassurance.
"Let's just put this behind us for now," Betty suggests. "What are we watching tonight Arch?"
"Oh," he nearly shouts in excitement, "You guys are going to love this," he gushes as he hurries back into the living room, Betty and Jughead following behind with laughter.
The three teens take their usual places on the couch, Archie to the left, Jughead on the right, and Betty nestled between them. From the moment they sit down, Jughead feels the need to be close to her. He hates feeling vulnerable and opening up to Archie, even just a little bit, has him on edge.
"You ok," Betty whispers, noticing his tension. As he shakes his head in response, Betty inches closer, resting her hand on his thigh beneath the blanket, "better?"
Nodding, Jughead covers her hand with his, lacing their fingers as he gives a quick side glance at Archie on her other side. There's something so comforting about the weight of her hand and the softness of her fingers between his. It's made even more reassuring by the fact that not even Archie knows. It's just for him and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Halfway through the movie, Betty's hand has slowly inched its way up Jughead's leg, his cock growing as she gets closer and closer to the apex of his thigh. With the brush of her fingertips over the bulge in his thin sweatpants, he takes in a sharp breath, keeping his eyes fixed on the movie. As she rubs him through his pants, he leans his head back against the couch, working hard to keep quiet as he does his best not to move his hips with the rhythm of her hand. With great urgency he halts her movement, cupping his erection firmly with her hand beneath his. A shaky breath breath escapes him with the subtle shake of his head, pleading with his eyes for her to stop. Betty stifles a giggle behind her hand before returning her attention to the movie, allowing Jughead to calm himself down.
"Juggy," Betty whispers as the credits begin to roll, "let's go up to bed," she giggles, giving his arm a gentle shake as his eyes slip closed again.
Jughead whines, groaning as he stretches against the back of the couch, "that movie was crap," he grumbles, earning a snicker from Betty.
"I don't think Arch was very into it either," she laughs, directing his attention to where Archie is drooling on himself against the arm of the couch.
Chuckling sleepily, Jughead gets up from the couch, again stretching his back. With his arms over his head the trail of dark hair beneath his navel peeks out from under his shirt and Betty can't seem to take her eyes away. Jughead cocks a brow, smirking at her as he slowly lowers his arms. Snapping out of it, Betty tosses the blanket they'd been sharing over Archie before going up to his room with Jughead close behind.
Sleeping together is something Jughead and Betty have done countless times, but tonight it feels painfully awkward. The two of them lay side by side, staring up at the ceiling as they have so many night before, but their thoughts are elsewhere.
Betty is dying to touch him in any way possible. She wants to feel his lips against hers, the softness of his hair that's always hidden away beneath his beanie. She wants to trace the planes of his newly muscular stomach, but most of all she wants to get her hands on what lies below his waistband and make him feel incredible.
Jughead can't stop thinking about how good it felt to press his lips against hers, and how she melted into him as if she was putty in his hands. He wants to be close to her, to hold her against his chest and breathe in her sweet strawberry vanilla shampoo. But, he also wants to rub himself against her and feel the soft, uncalloused skin of her hands around his tortured cock. Just the thought has him throbbing beneath the sheets.
"Betts," he mutters into the darkness, his voice shaky with need from his earlier close call.
"You ok," Betty worries, turning on her side to reach out for him.
Jughead clears his throat as her hand comes to rest high on his stomach, "I, uh-"
With the flicker of his eyes to her pouty pink lips, he dives forward, their mouths crashing together urgently as he rolls over on top of her. Betty can feel his arousal pressed against her thigh as he ruts against her and she's nearly desperate to get her hands on it. As their tongues dance around each other with pure desire, Betty rakes her fingers down his chest, earning a breathy groan against her lips when she finds the trail of dark hair beneath his navel. Her fingertips trace it below his waistband, causing him to shiver as they curl around the elastic tugging it away from his hips until his erection is no longer straining behind the fabric.
"Betts," he breathes, his gaze conflicted before his head drops into the crook of her neck.
"Do you want to stop," Betty questions, her tone gentle and understanding though she's practically reeling beneath him.
When he doesn't answer, she tests his reaction with the slightest touch of her middle finger along his swollen shaft. A low groan escapes his chest, his abdomen quivering before he again takes her lips with urgency. Carefully, she wraps her fingers around him, beginning a slow stroke along his entire length. He groans against her lips, his hips moving of their own accord as he thrust forward into her closed fist. It feels entirely different than he'd expected with only his own hand to compare and he's quickly becoming overwhelmed.
"Betts stop," he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut tight to ward off his climax. "Fuck, I can't," he whines, his voice strained with the tension of his every muscle.
Betty understands quickly and hurries to work him through it as his cock pulses in her grasp, a stream of white pouring from his tip and pooling against the exposed skin of her stomach.
"Sorry," he pants, a sadness to his eyes as he worries his lip.
Betty shakes her head, smiling softly. "Don't be," she murmurs.
Jughead watches with wide eyes as she drags her index finger between her lips, her tongue flicking out to taste the bit of his arousal that had wound up there.
"You're killing me," he chuckles, his brow straining as he wonders why that was such a turn on.
Obviously proud of herself, Betty smirks up at him before propping herself up on her elbows to peck his lips.
After cleaning up, the two of them settle back in bed. Jughead is quick to scoop her up from behind, tugging her flush against his front. Breathing her in, her scent of strawberry and vanilla soothes him like nothing else and he finds himself nodding off in no time.
Authors Note: I always want to do more with this story, but for the time being this is it. Hope you Enjoyed :)