Authors Note: Please note that future chapters of this fic contain rape/non con/incest...these chapters will have individual warnings.

Chapter One

It has been what Betty could only describe as erotic. Ever since Veronica and Archie broke up Betty couldn't get enough of her beautiful, seductress best friend. Veronica Lodge was absolutely gorgeous after all.

After Veronica and Archie broke up it took one glance shared by Betty and Veronica and the moment they were alone in the locker room – the moment Betty could do something about the smooth, tanned skin that was Veronica, Betty had the brunette pinned to the wall. Claiming her mouth.

And after that Betty was addicted. Veronica was intoxicating and Betty took full advantage of getting her fix at every opportunity that presented itself and thankfully there has been a lot of opportunities since they started this over a month ago.

Betty let out a groan. Laying on Veronica's bed with the brunette straddling her, that was Ronnie's favorite position after all. Her hands gripped at the smooth, olive skin she found high on Veronica's thighs, her fingertips digging deliciously into the flesh. Their lips locked in a steamy kiss, a fight for dominance that surprisingly Veronica hardly ever won.

The brunette's pearly-white teeth sunk painfully into Betty's plump bottom lip causing the blonde to hiss and land a sharp, reprimanding smack to Veronica's full ass but that only earnt Betty a guttural, throaty moan to leave her favorite brunette's mouth.

"Fuck," Veronica hissed.

Betty smirked, mouthing Veronica' jaw, "You have such a potty mouth."

"Shut up," Veronica pulled her face away from the blonde's for just long enough to shoot her an impish grin, "You love it."

The giggle that left Veronica's mouth sent a jolt of electricity straight to Betty's core. Their lips met again hotly. Slanting sloppily, Betty licking into Veronica's mouth, desperate to taste more of her. She needed more, everything, anything.

Her hands wandered, inching up the back of Veronica's teasingly short skirt. Her fingers slipping under the materiel containing the plump ass underneath. The feeling of the soft flesh spilling through her fingers coupled with the lacy hem of the brunette's panties pressing against a few of her fingertips made her gasp into Veronica's mouth before the brunette sighed. Sitting up and effectively stopping the blondes movements.

"Please?" Betty whimpered, absolutely in no way being ready to quit while they were ahead. Her glassy eyes and foggy brain clearing way too quickly from watching Veronica's expression changed from turned on to disinterest. Her walls firmly rising.

"I told you," Veronica rolled her eyes, lifting herself off the bed and throwing Betty a pointed look over her shoulder, "Kissing only."

"Please, Ron," Betty pleaded, shooting up from the bed, catching the retreating brunette around her slim waist, palming her hip. Veronica brushed her off with a frown, making her way to her dressing table. She sat down, eyes focusing in the mirror as she started to take off her make-up. Betty stood in the center of the room, standing where the brunette left her. She felt awkward, alone. What did people usually do with their hands while standing? While being rejected? "Veronica?"

Veronica's dark eyes didn't even glance at Betty, as if Betty was nothing to her, "Let yourself out."

Betty smiled sadly to herself, of course. This was unfortunately also a consistent part of their 'relationship', Veronica freezing her out. Betty wanted to go further than they were. Betty wanted everything with the brunette but something was stopping Veronica and Betty didn't want to push her. Veronica was always the one to cut off their little escapades, shutting down afterwards and acting distant. There was nothing Betty could do but be patient. She lent down next to the side of Veronica's face, pressing a kiss to the corner of the brunette's mouth, "I'll see you tomorrow, Ronnie."

They were in Pop's ChockLit Shoppe a few day's later, Betty and Jughead sitting in one side of the booth while Veronica had strategically placed herself opposite Betty so that their legs could tangle together. They hadn't gotten any alone time for the past couple of days so Betty couldn't keep her hands to herself, she was glad for the table blocking the view as her itching fingers found their way to the brunette's knee, stoking the skin she found there longingly. The teasing, knowing look in Veronica's eye and the quirk of her lips making Betty' eyes darken.

"Have you two got plan's for Valentine's day?" Veronica asked innocently, licking her lips, watching Betty's eyes track the movement.

Betty dragged her eye's upwards, holding her breath and shifting her graze nervously between Jughead and the table. The truth was she'd broken up with Jughead about a month ago, the day she realized her feelings for Veronica were far beyond friendship. Just a few days after they'd kissed for the first time or at least for the first real time, not counting the platonic kiss they'd shared at cheer leading try-outs the first day they met.

Jughead had been completely understanding, way more understanding than she thought she deserved. She'd told him the truth about it all, he was still the only other person that knew about them. Not that Veronica knew that. She'd ended up crying on Jughead's shoulder, spilling her guts about just how in love with Veronica she was enough times to trust him explicitly with the information.

She had hoped this topic wouldn't come up though, not until she was ready to be completely vulnerable with Veronica. The brunette felt like Betty and Jughead being in a relationship was important to keep from anyone suspecting what they were doing. Betty hoped she'd be able to bring it up gently with the hostile brunette, perhaps when Veronica wasn't in a touchy mood.

"We actually broke up," Jughead offered, shrugging his shoulders and shoving a french fry into his mouth.

There it was. Betty bit her lip, she couldn't help but to steal a glance at Veronica who's face had hardened, she pushed Betty's hand, that had crept up her thigh, away.

"Why?"

Jughead turned to Betty, nudging her to answer. Silently reminding her of why they'd broken up, his eyes questioning if she was going to tell the truth or not. She knew if she didn't speak then he would and he would tell the truth.

Because I'm in love with you. She wouldn't say it, not now, it for the first time in front of Jughead. Jughead. "Uh..." She pursed her lips, she couldn't get the words different interests out of her mouth. That was what she was going to say, that's what she'd planned, rehearsed. But she couldn't say those words, not since if anything they broke up because on one very similar interest. Girls. Or in her case...a girl.

Luck seemed to be on her side when Archie Andrews came through the door behind Veronica's head, all wide smiles and red hair. Making Betty smile up at him in relief. Archie Andrews: best friend since infancy and today's savior. Him slipping into the booth next to Veronica and wrapping an arm around the brunette's shoulders was nothing new but what came next was.

"Hey, baby," His lips found Veronica's cheek, nestled on it like his mouth belonged on Veronica. Betty's heart fell to her stomach. Her eyes widening, her mouth practically on the floor. Archie sent his friends a toothy grin while Veronica at least had the decency to look slightly uncomfortable, guilty.

She didn't need to look beside her to know that Jughead, who was fully aware of just how not available Veronica was, had the exact same expression as her shocked state. Both thinking the exact same thing in that moment a loud chorus sprung from their lips simultaneously.

"Baby?!"

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