Are we going to find out what's bothering Betty? I promise there's no angst involved, we all know Betty can brood and mood a much as Jug does sometimes. Kids...LOL

Have faith in me. I promised a happy ending, and I always keep my promises!

When she got home, it was just after dawn and Toffee was waiting for her near the door, mewling. As soon as Betty fed her, the cat jumped on the couch and curled up right in the middle of it. Betty went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She looked in the mirror and saw something different in her own reflection, her expression was relaxed and her eyes were bright. Which was odd, because she didn't feel relaxed at all.

Trying to get some work done was hard, her mind kept going back at the night before. When Toni called her to tell her about JB and where Jughead was going her heart started racing in her chest and she felt like it might just explode, adrenaline pumping furiously through her veins. She remembered driving way over the speed limit and reaching the warehouse through a back road. Once inside, the events developed so quickly and the only thing that mattered was Jughead and JB's safety.

The moment she saw him being shot and fall to the ground, blood dripping down his arm, she understood the real meaning of the word fear. He could have died. And she could have lost him forever.

Then she killed Penny and everything moved so fast. She could barely register the paramedics getting on site, her only concern was Jughead. His safety and getting him out of trouble with that gun. His humor and flirting attitude had been the only things preventing her from crying.

The same humor and flirting she found when she went to check on him at his cabin and she opened her heart to him.

What happened next was simply beyond words. Being together again had felt so right and so powerful. And yet, she felt like she was still missing a piece.

She spent most of her morning going through the exact same documents, it was really difficult to concentrate when her only thought was Jughead. His eyes, his smile, his gorgeous body and everything he was able to do with his hands and his mouth.

She just wondered where they stood, exactly.

They didn't discuss their status because...Well, because they were busy with more pleasurable activities, but she was pretty sure they were not friends.

Friends don't fuck like that.

Friends don't fuck, period.

She wanted more. She wanted him to be hers again and she wondered if he wanted the same thing.

Sexual tension between the two of them had been building up since they saw each other at the gas station, simmering under their skin, burning slowly until it reached the surface and exploded like an atomic bomb. But she knew that being physically attracted to someone didn't automatically mean being in love.

Sometimes sex was just that, sex. And people had sex because it was fun.

She'd said the magic words, when he asked her point blank, and then he was all over her and she forgot her own name as soon as he put his mouth and his hands on her body.

But he didn't say he loved her back and she panicked. In the heat of the moment, you don't ask yourself too many questions, you just act on pure instinct and that's what they did.

There are so many ways to show love and affection to someone without words, she knew that, but he used to say it all the time, back in the day.

He always ended his phone calls saying he loved her, he kissed her fore head and whisper 'I love you' each night when he wished her goodnight, there wasn't a day in which he forgot to let her know how much he cared, so she figured he had his reasons to chose not to.

Maybe he needed time?

Or, in the worst case scenario, his feelings for her had changed over the years.

She ate a bowl of milk with cereal for lunch and fell asleep on the couch, next to Toffee, and when she re-opened her eyes it was half past 6. She slept through a very good part of the afternoon.

It was almost 9 p.m., Betty was sitting on the bed in her pajamas going through a case file, but not really paying attention to it, when her phone rang. When she saw the name on the display she sighed.

She'd been unsure whether to call Jughead or not for the past three hours. She picked up her phone and called his number twice, but hung immediately, because she realized she wouldn't know what to say to him. No, that would definitely not work.

The fact that they had sex somehow changed her perspective completely, and going back to small talk or act like nothing happened, made her feel stupid.

When she finally hit the answer button, his cheerful voice made her heart race.

Hi.

Hey.

I was about to hang up, is it a bad time? He sounded a bit unsure.

Uhm, no. No, in fact, I was about to call you.

She heard him chuckle. He probably knew it was a lie, but didn't say anything and she just could picture him shaking his head and laughing at her sudden awkwardness.

No problem, I went to the hospital to check with Dr. Grayson and before heading back to the cabin I thought I could call you.

Betty couldn't help but to smile at his gentle tone.

I'm glad you did.

Yeah me too. At least now I know you didn't die in your sleep or something.

So he'd been waiting for her to call.

I'm alive, just got some work to catch up on.

Mmh, ok. Listen, he sounded like he was really enjoying himself at her expense at this point I'm hungry and I was wondering if you'd like to grab something to eat.

Betty pressed her lips together to suppress a laugh. He was always hungry. She checked her watch, it was late and she hadn't eaten anything since...well since her so-called lunch. The case she was reviewing got her completely sucked in.

I'm still wearing my pajamas. I wasn't planning on going out tonight.

Then she heard a knock on the door and when he spoke again, his voice was much clearer and louder like he was right...out there in the hall.

"Who said anything about going out? Open up."

"Shit!" She hissed under her breath, and she heard him laugh on the phone.

Betty quickly scanned the room, there were clothes and empty take-away boxes scattered around. She ended the call and threw her phone on the couch.

"Give me a minute!" she screamed as she hurried to clean the mess as best as she could. Her cat, was padding around the room casually like she was waiting for the best moment to sneak between her feet and make Betty trip over and break a leg.

Five minutes later she looked like she'd run the Boston marathon and when she opened the door her cheeks were flushed and her high bun messier than ever, but Jughead thought she was the most beautiful sexy woman in the world. She was wearing an old Yale t-shirt and a pair of very short shorts.

"Took you long enough. Were you naked?"

"No" Betty pretended to be shocked by his statement.

"Oh, ok. But, just in case, I wouldn't have minded."

Betty opened her mouth to reply with something witty, but the words got stuck in her throat when she saw the intense look in his eyes, taking in her figure from top to bottom.

Jughead's sweet smile grew even bigger. That sweet, charming smirk that he reserved only for her and always made her heart flutter.

"Hi" he greeted, lowering his voice. She wanted to jump out of her skin at the incredible feeling of trepidation in his voice. That's when you know someone is really happy to see you, right?

Right.

He took a step forward and bent his head to give her a small peck on the lips. Her heart melted. He smelled very good, his usual fresh and woodsy scent, and she noticed he had shaved.

Betty poked her head out the door to check the hall and when she felt she was able to speak without sounding too worked up, she turned to him.

"Hey...come in" she stepped aside to let him into the apartment, picking up the mewling cat from the floor. Betty was really surprised to find her there. The feline wasn't particularly appreciative of new people, if anything, she usually ran to hide under the bed as soon as she heard foreign footsteps approaching. She was territorial, very very jealous of her owner and she surely didn't like to be touched by strangers.

The only time Kevin tried to get near her she hissed at him and drew out her perfectly sharp claws which meant 'don't you dare come any closer or I'll kill you'.

Before Betty had the chance to warn him, Jughead stretched out his hand to pet Toffee and she held her breath dreading the moment in which her cat would strike and try to carve Jughead's eyes out of his skull.

Contrary to her terrifying expectations, Toffee leaned forward from Betty's arms and sniffed his fingers curiously for a moment and apparently decided she liked him, because she stuck her head out and against his hand so that he could properly scratch under her chin. As he rubbed her muzzle for a while mumbling unintelligible words, Betty watched the two of them interact like they'd always known each other. This was some sort of miracle. She liked him. Apparently her cat was so much more like her than she thought. They both liked the same man. A whole damn lot.

Jughead caught a glimpse of Betty's slightly dazed smirk and mouthed 'What?!'

"It's just that she doesn't let anyone in her personal space, let alone touch her. Just me. And now you, apparently" she laughed. As if on cue, Toffee started purring soundly and he scratched behind her ears some more.

"Uh oh, I put a spell on yet another Cooper girl. Isn't it wonderful!"

"Oh shut up!" she rolled her eyes giving him a playful slap on the back of his hand.

She noticed he was carrying a couple of bags, Chinese food judging by the mouthwatering smell.

"It that Chang's take-away?"

Jughead nodded, showing her the bag with the logo of the restaurant.

"As a matter of fact, it is. Shrimp Lo Mein and fried wontons used to be your faves. You still like them, don't you?"

"I love them!"

He went to the same place they used to order from, and he still remembered what she liked. He remembered everything about her.

"I couldn't decide between chicken or veggie so I got both. And some fries, because I'm a sucker for those."

"I know. And you never mix mayo with ketchup. It's just ketchup!"

"Damn straight!"

Betty may have run as fast and as far away from Riverdale as she could, but some things just get under your skin and there's nothing you can do to help it. Like knowing every single detail, each intimate facet of the person you've loved for years.

She showed him her small apartment and apologized for the mess in the kitchen. Jughead laughed at her need to always look perfect. What she didn't understand was that she already was. To him she was perfect.

"Stop worrying, Betts, ok? I came here to see you, I don't care about your dirty dishes."

He put the takeout boxes on the coffee table and they ate sitting on the couch, happy to share such a familiar routine. Chang's was a guarantee if you liked very good Chinese food.

Betty sat barefoot nestled up with her legs crossed and Jughead asked her about her training and was enthusiastic when she told him she decided to apply for the BAU. He couldn't imagine a more suitable career for her.

As she was picking yet another wanton from the box using her chopsticks she noticed Jughead had stopped eating and was looking intently at her.

"What?" she asked in between chewing.

Jughead took a sip from his beer and put the bottle on the table in front of him.

"I hope you don't mind me showing up unannounced" he sounded unsure.

From his point of view, this was the kind of thing normal people do when they're dating, like surprising the person they like with take-away dinners. He'd been thinking about it all day, since she left the cabin and in the end decided to push his luck and go to her apartment, because at some point it was clear she wasn't going to call.

"No, why would I?"

"I don't know...It's just...You were weird this morning when you...left."

"Really?" Betty pretended to be surprised but kept on munching on her food.

He had that I'm not buying your bullshit expression on his face.

"Why did you ran away from me?" His tone was relaxed but held a hint of concern.

She stopped eating altogether and took a deep breath. She was trapped. There was no way she could avoid this conversation. It's not like she could flee from her own apartment. Or could she?

"I did not."

"Betty..."

"I told you. I had to change and as you can see I have a lot of catching up to do with work" she gestured at the various folders laying on almost every flat surface available in the living room. Jughead took a look around. Betty surely had some strong work ethic, she felt the compelling need to get to the bottom of things. She always had. That's how she found out Jason Blossom's killer, the true identity of the Black Hood and solved too many mysteries to count.

"We had the most amazing time together and then you literally slipped through my fingers a second later."

"Toffee would have ripped this place apart if I didn't come home to feed her," the cat was now purring peacefully on her pillow near the heater. She didn't look menacing at all.

"You rushed out the door as if you've been chased by ghosts and your life depended on it. I just want to know why."

"There's really no need to overanalyze, Jug..." her hands clenching ever so slightly.

Overanalizing was exactly what she had been doing since she left his cabin, though.

"I can see right through you, Betts, I know something is bothering you. Just talk to me. Was it something..." he paused looking dubious "did I do something wrong?"

Betty looked at him, he was the picture of worry. Of course, being the kind and generous soul that he was, he thought he was the one to blame. She couldn't let him believe that.

"No! You did nothing wrong" she felt her nails graze the skin on her palm but she stopped when she saw the look in his eyes.

"Last night at the warehouse, when I saw you being shot, it scared the crap out of me, Jug! I've had my fair share of gunfights over the past years, but everything changes when someone you love is involved." She made a pause.

"And then when I called the hospital to check on you they told me you asked to be discharged. I was terrified you'd go after Malachai or the rest of Penny's gang. I had to make sure you were safe. And after, when we..." she shied away, looking at the window.

"...when we had sex?" he offered with a playful beam, nudging her knee with one of his. "Betty you can say the word, I'm sure you mom's not listening."

She let out a strangled snort at the thought of Alice Cooper storming in like a tornado in their sex life.

"Yeah, well. After we had sex I felt so vulnerable and overwhelmed. I kept thinking that my little fragile bubble of happiness would pop and dissolve into thin air at any moment. And I got scared."

"About what?" he was confused and resolute to know what was really bothering her, because it was clear she wasn't telling the whole truth.

"That you'd change your mind and never forgive me."

Jughead reached for her and took one of her hands in both of his squeezing tight, a sweet smile spreading on his lips as he rubbed her sore palm. Fortunately she didn't break the skin with her nails.

"Betty," his voice was velvety smooth and his thumb started drawing small circles on the back of her hand "I had just literally asked you to stay with me. I wanted us to spend the night together, to cuddle up with you and never let you go. That's what you do to me, you make me crave for you."

Betty kept her eyes on their joined hands as he strengthened his grip.

"The night that we danced together at the Wyrm and you broke down in my arms it just felt so fucking right to hold you and I kissed you because I wanted to make you feel better. I realized I had already forgiven you, long ago actually, no matter how angry I thought I was. I was just so stubborn..."

"Then why didn't you..." Betty's lips trembled and she stood on her feet, turning her back on him. "God this is hard! I'm not going to force anything out of you if you don't feel like saying it."

"Saying what? That I forgave you?"

"Yes. No! You know what, it doesn't matter, forget what I said" she waived her hand in the air, trying to dismiss the argument.

Jughead rubbed his eyes and sighed. "We're not doing this again, Betty. Don't turn your back on me." He reached for her, his warm hand raising goosebumps on the skin of her shoulder.

Jughead was lost in thought for a moment, then bits and pieces of the night before and his conversation with Toni started to whirl in his mind. She had explained what being demisexual meant, the fact that he essentially needed to have a powerful emotional connection to someone to feel sexual desire.

What is there more powerful than the feeling of being in love? It was plain to see that he still loved her madly. At least, it was to him.

How could he be so oblivious? He just assumed Betty would know after the night they spent together, how could she think he'd ever want to be with anyone else than her? He wouldn't had sex just to scratch an itch. It meant something. It always meant everything.

Maybe she just needed him to say it out loud, exactly like she had the night before.

"Betts," he turned around so that he was facing her, taking both of her hands and bringing them to his lips, kissing her knuckles lovingly. His next words were barely a whisper "look at me, please."

Betty felt the deep anguish in his voice and looked up, staring in his eyes.

"I don't randomly hook up with women just for fun. Never have, never will. Especially not you. God, I would never do that to you."

She knew him well enough to trust his words completely. Fooling around was never his jam.

"I have far too much respect for you. I slept with you because I wanted to, I wanted you. I want you. I feel like I'm seventeen again, horny all the time just being around you" Jughead smiled against her lips and placed a gentle kiss on her mouth.

"I want to be with you. I thought you would know by now," Jughead put his forehead against hers and lowered his voice even more.

"I should have said something last night, I'm sorry. I was so wrapped up in our moment that I completely forgot all the rest. You know, I was kind of busy between the legs of the most breathtaking woman on earth."

Jughead chucked and Betty's lips curved upward in a bashful smile. This was one of the many, many things he loved about Betty Cooper. She was able to switch from fearless sexy mistress to blushing highschool sweetheart in the span of a few seconds.

"Hearing you say you loved me made me lose my mind and all I could think about was having you in my arms, feeling your skin under my fingers, being inside you. And then you were half-naked and moving on top of me and good God, I couldn't even remember my own damn name, you left me fucking speechless."

His voice was hoarse and his eyes dreamy like he was going through the steamy events of the night before.

"But you should know that this," Jughead took her palms and pressed them to his chest, her right hand directly above his heart which was pounding hard and fast "is only for you. Forgive me if I didn't tell you that I love you. Because I do."

Betty sighed, a smile spreading on her lips, her green eyes glimmering with delight.

"Is that what you needed to hear?" Jughead smiled again and Betty felt light-headed and her heart fluttered up to her throat at his words. She nodded. Her world was finally whole again, like the most important piece had been missing for so long and now it fell back into its rightful place.

"Say it again," she whispered.

He took a step closer and their bodies were almost brushing against each other.

"I love you, Betty Cooper."

Jughead was grinning from ear to ear, seeing her incapable to utter a sound other than his name in a breathy purr.

"It's not like I ever stopped. I already told you once, I'll always love you."

He snaked his hands around her body and pulled her flush against his, kissing her deeply and thoroughly, pouring every ounce of his love, desire and commitment into that intimate contact.

"I was thinking" his breath was labored when he let her free "since I apparently wasn't explicit enough last night, maybe I should try and demonstrate how deep and wild my love for you is?"

The heated look in his eyes was enough to set her whole body on fire. He ran his fingertips up her sides, under her t-shirt moaning when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra.

"I'd like that..." she bit her bottom lip and stood on her tiptoes.

"Would you?"

His hands were everywhere at once, touching and gripping at her skin. When he slid one under the waistband of her pajama bottoms and panties to squeeze her ass, Betty instinctively jumped and wrapped her long legs around his waist and claimed his lips again. Jughead kept the other arm secured on her lower back to support her then tilted his head to the side and deepened the kiss immediately, sliding his tongue into her mouth, whimpering against her lips when she gripped the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him impossibly close.

They were panting and breathing heavily when they parted and he helped on her feet. Betty took the hem of his sweater and took it off of him, careful around his injury. She saw he had a freshly changed bandage. "Does it hurt?"

"The painkillers I'm taking help a lot, Dr Grayson said the wound is clean, I should get better soon. I asked and he told me I have permission to have sex, don't worry."

Betty's eyes widened and she looked at him, giving him a playful slap on the back of his head.

"You're unbelievable!"

"Go on...I love it when you praise me."

He spoke quietly as his hands caressed the soft skin of her belly before sliding her ridiculously skimpy pajama pants down her legs and out of the way.

Betty's fingers fumbled with the belt buckle of his jeans and popped the button open as she resumed kissing him hungrily. As one of her hands sneaked between them into his boxer briefs and brushed against his cock she felt him get hard under her touch. He cupped her face and responded to the kiss so eagerly that he was afraid he'd leave bruises on her delicate skin.

"Couch..." she mumbled peppering kissed along his jawline and nipping at his earlobe. She was still touching him but had increased the tempo just a little too much, so he put his hand around hers and slowed her movements to long and steady pumps. Betty looked him in the eyes, surprised by his reaction. He wanted to last longer this time, so there was no way he was going to let her be in charge.

"No. I'm taking you to the damn bed, Betty. We're doing things the right way. Yesterday it was hard and fast and incredibly hot but today," his voice was rough and full of wonderful promises "I'm going to take my time and make love to you. I want to touch you, to taste you and make you come as many times as you can take. You understand me?"

She nodded vehemently, wetness pooling between her legs, she felt the heat spreading on her chest and on her face. Jughead pulled their hands from his pants and got her out of her t-shirt, leaving her completely naked except for her mint green cotton panties. So she still wore pastels, after all. Good, he was just in the mood for some innocent schoolgirl Betty.

He remembered her bedroom was the door near the kitchen, so he took her hand and walked slowly around the coffee table and towards the small bedroom. He would have swooped her up and carried her, but he knew he couldn't push his luck again with the stitches,

Once inside he kissed the tip of her nose and the corners of her mouth before covering her lips again. It was slow this time, the way he was cradling her face in his hands was melting her heart, while his tongue slid into her mouth once more curling around hers in an hypnotizing dance.

Betty was so lost in the moment with her eyes closed and completely molded to his body that when Jughead took a small step backwards to look at her she tripped on her own two feet and gripped his sides to steady herself.

"Turn around" he said chucking. His eyes were shining with lust and love.

She did as he asked and stood with her back to him, feeling the heat from his body on her skin as he closed the distance and pulled her into his arms from behind. He put his palms on her wrists and followed a delicate path up her forearms, past her elbows and higher up to her shoulders, triggering goosebumps on her skin. When he reached the back of her head she felt him work on the bobby pins keeping her hair in place and a second later it was falling free on her shoulders and chest. He loved how she had let her hair grow longer. He gently massaged her scalp as to ease some tension and she bent her neck back, enjoying the wonderful tingling sensation. Then she felt him move a strand of hair from the side of her neck and his hot breath tickle her ear.

"I want you" he placed an open mouthed kiss to her collarbone, brushing her skin with just the tip of his tongue. A shiver run through her body and she rubbed her thighs together, his touch igniting a burning ache between her legs.

Jughead felt her squirm and decided to tease her, running his tongue from her collarbone up the side of her neck, making her shiver again.

"You like this?" his allusive tone was just a confirmation of the fact that he knew what reactions he was setting off in her body.

When Betty failed to answer, he brought a hand to her front and cupped one of her breasts in his palm giving a gentle tug to the already hardened nipple.

"Fuck!" she stammered out as every single muscle in her body clenched.

"I'll take that as a yes" he kept on fondling her breast then moved to the other one and pinched her nipple a little harder causing her back to arch and her ass to stick out, rubbing against his now obvious erection. Betty felt Jughead skip a breath and pant heavily, blowing a hot puff of air down her neck. His hard cock was pressed just above her ass and she was sure her panties were embarrassingly damp at this point.

Her hand moved between them and started to dip back into his jeans and boxers to touch him and he didn't stop her, instead he reluctantly left one of her breasts free and moved down her stomach until he dipped inside the waistband of her underwear and further down, finally reaching his target.

He moved his middle finger up and down teasing her moist folds with long, delicate strokes. "You're so hot and wet baby," he groaned when he felt her arousal soaking his finger. He barely grazed her clit on his way up and her entrance on his way down, driving her crazy with need.

"Don't tease me..." she complained squeezing him lightly with her fingers, enough to make him hiss.

"Do you have neighbors?" he asked out of the blue with no apparent reason as he kept on touching her.

Betty's eyes widened at his weird question. That was definitely not something you normally discuss during foreplay, but she decided to indulge him.

"I don't know, haven't seen anyone since I got here, but I can't be sure. Why?"

"Because I don't want you to wake anyone up while I make you scream my name over and over" he underlined his sassy words by plunging two fingers deep into her pussy with no warning, resulting in the immediate strong clenching of her inner muscles around him.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" she hiccuped each word and her hand stopped moving in his pants.

"No need to be dramatic, you can just call me Jug" he whispered with a smug smile as his fingers kept moving inside her at a delicious pace and her hips started to sway, meeting his movements. He could feel her getting even wetter, coating his fingers, and allowing them to slide effortlessly in and out of her.

"You're so cocky, nobody ever tell you that?" she was out of breath but couldn't remain silent and let him gloat.

"Maybe a couple of times, but I don't think you really mind."

Jughead increased the speed, driving into her hard and fast, a hand buried in her panties, the other one secured just below her breasts with his open palm sprawled over her stomach, to keep her still.

"Oh, fuck...I can't..."

Jughead curled his fingers inside her and she buckled against him.

"Damnit, Jug!"

"Do you wanna come?" his movements were more frantic now, matching her frenzy.

Betty couldn't speak, but her body had a completely effective way of expressing itself as it was starting to build up tension, her eyes shut trying to hold back the maddening euphoria threatening to erupt at her core at any minute, so she nodded her head and let out a strangled 'yes'.

"Tell me what you want."

How can he even think she's able to form any coherent words with his fingers buried deep inside of her?

When she didn't speak, he slowed his fingers and pulled out of her, making her whimper in frustration.

She turned around fully intended to scold him when he saw him bring his fingers to his mouth and lick them clean. She watched, captivated, as if he'd put her under a spell or something. "You taste divine, just as I remembered."

"Shit!" she cursed.

Jughead kissed her ferociously, letting her taste herself on his tongue, and Betty clutched to his body, then she took his hand and guided it in her panties again, in a urgent silent beg.

Jughead slid his middle finger inside her once more then stopped.

"I want to make you come, just tell me what you need."

"I need...your fingers inside me" Betty moaned.

He locked eyes with her and did as she asked, his ring finger joining the other one in her pussy, stretching her in the most delicious of ways.

"Yes" it was just barely audible, but the low tremble in her voice made him even more determined to give her pleasure "just like that, Juggie" she breathed out, closing her eyes.

Jughead moved his fingers at a steady pace, relishing in the feeling of her body responding so quickly to his ministrations.

"Come on, talk to me."

"Faster. Go faster!" she was arching her back more erratically now, wanting to ease the pressure rising up in her core. He complied happily, sliding in and out faster as his palm brushed over her clit. Betty squirmed and pushed back against his hand.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Please touch me...there..."

Jughead knew shy-Betty was out to play again and she'd never say the word 'clit'. Seeing this side of her was sweet and sexy as fuck.

"Where?" Oh he was good at this game, too. He could leave her on the edge for as long as he wanted and she'd still beg for more. "Here?" he asked as he stroked his thumb across her folds, coating it with her juices, but still far from where she really wanted to be touched.

"You know where, Jug, stop fucking teasing me!" she sounded bothered and turned on at the same time.

"Should I rub your little pink clit and make you scream?"

He circled her already tight bundle of nerves and she wailed desperately. "Holy shit!"

Jughead kept his fingers moving inside of her while his thumb fondled her clit lightly because he remembered that was how she liked to be touched.

"Are you close?" he asked, but he already knew the answer. He could tell by the way her eyes were glazed and her lips pursed in the most beautiful 'o' shape ever, that she was approaching an orgasm.

"Yes! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

She wet her lips and he couldn't restrain himself from kissing her hungrily, his mouth devouring hers. The thought of his tongue mimicking the actions of his fingers filled his mind with images of other parts of his body invading her mouth and her heated core.

Jughead hooked his fingers inside her as he continued to massage her now throbbing clit with a little more pressure and giving it a few light flicks. That was it, after a few seconds, she started to pulse and clench around him and Betty felt a thrilling sensation erupt between her legs and spread everywhere.

"Jug..." she moaned against his mouth as his fingers hit her sweetest spot, the one that had always made her writhe in pleasure. His lips muffled her desperate howl as she convulsed around him, her inner walls gripping at him with incredible force as she fell apart.

Betty's legs were shaking and became wobbly so he hugged her with his free arm to keep her upright while he continued to move inside her in a soothing rhythm to help her coming to her senses.

"You're so hot when you come, Betty. I'll never get tired of seeing you like this." He stroked her a few more times and she pressed her thighs together, trapping his fingers, she felt all tingly and sensitive. He smiled.

When she was finally able to stand on her own two feet, Jughead helped her to step out of her panties while she made quick work of his belt and fully unbuttoned his pants. He slid them off and got rid of his boots and socks and remained clad in only his dark gray boxer briefs. Betty stepped closer and brushed along his inviting v lines until they disappeared under his last piece of clothing. Jughead held his breath as she touched him gently through the thin fabric, he was hot and hard and she couldn't wait to feel him so she tugged at the elastic band and dragged his briefs down his legs. His erection sprung free and she observed gingerly it for a long moment.

The night before she hadn't paid too much attention to it and not because she didn't want to, but because they were so eager to be with each other again that they succumbed to their primal needs. But tonight, as Jughead had said, was about love and romance and taking their time to explore their bodies again.

Jughead had been her first and, before him, she hadn't seen any other man naked so she didn't know what to expect exactly. She thought his size was more than ok and they fit wonderfully together, which was the only thing that really mattered. She had other relationships over the years and she explored her sexuality further with other men, which she would describe as 'average' in size and even though most of them were able to satisfy her in bed, none could be described as truly attentive partners, something that Jughead, on the other hand, had always proven to be despite his lack of experience.

Considering the majority of young men is perfectly developed by the age of 18, she was quite surprised to notice Jughead's size had definitely increased a bit, he was really well endowed.

"See something you like?" Jughead was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Betty held his stare and smiled back.

"Always, but I was also thinking that you look a bit different..." she trailed off.

"Different?" he was taken aback by her statement, but then she bit her bottom lip and shot an eyeful at his cock "...a bit bigger, I was going to say."

Damn woman! Jughead felt his cock twitch at her words. When she reached out and touched him again he let out a loud groan. He didn't know if what Betty said about his size was actually true, it's not like he took the time to measure up himself, but considering the fact that his body had changed since he was a highschool boy, it could be plausible that he had gotten a bit bigger down there too.

Betty didn't really care anyway, she'd love him and have sex with him no matter what, and as she glided her fingers along his length and took a firm hold of him it felt smooth and strong and she decided she'd have to look at it properly and closely. She dropped to her knees and started stroking him very gently, he was already so hard and sensitive and she knew she'd have to be careful if she wanted to have her fun with him.

She put a hand on his lower belly and gave him a few pumps, looking him in the eyes and parting her lips as if to make him silently aware about her intentions. Though Jughead knew exactly what Betty was about to do, nothing could have prepared him for the mind-blowing sensation of her soft pink lips taking him in her mouth just as her eyes closed and she sighed with glee.

Her first attempts at oral sex when they were younger had been a bit weird. Neither of them were experienced enough to know exactly what to do, so there had been a lot of hair pulling, unintentional biting and bad timing when it came down to control, so they ended up skipping that part and go back to touching.

Betty had started to fully appreciate oral sex in the last few years. Both receiving and performing it, but there was something incredibly powerful in the thought of having your man at your complete mercy so that you could decide when to allow him to get his release or not. In fact, she would describe herself as a bit of a tease in this sense, but with Jughead it was different. She wanted him to feel good, to know she was willing do to everything to please him.

She put a hand around his thigh for leverage as she started bobbing her head, holding the base of his cock with the other. When she took him deeper and his tip hit the back of her throat, she shuddered and Jughead let out a strangled moan.

Betty took that as a sign to keep going, swirling her tongue around him on her way up, then she released him with a loud pop and peppered the tip with kisses before wrapping her mouth around him again slowly, humming in pleasure as she felt his muscles twitch under her hands.

"Oh, baby, don't stop" Jughead whispered, need and longing clear in his voice as Betty's mouth closed around the head and sucked hard. He didn't know when she'd become so confident, but he mentally cursed any other man she might have slept with since they broke up, because it was clear she had time to practice. He was jealous. He moved a strand of gold locks away from her face because he wanted to see her as she went down on him, see himself disappear in her mouth when she took him deep and her cheeks hollowing as she pulled back. He ran his fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck and Betty looked up at him, he was biting his bottom lip and smiling at the same time, his breath was heavy and uneven.

He was trying his best to resist the urge to push himself into her mouth, and even though he could feel his own release building up as a slow beautiful torture, he didn't do anything to force her movements. He just enjoyed every second of it.

"Why are you holding back, Jug?" she asked softly pulling him out of her mouth briefly and resuming her hand strokes.

"What?" his eyes wide, focused on her. She started pumping him a little rougher than before.

"I want you to let go." And then he was once again engulfed in her heat.

"Betty! Fuck" he half screamed half moaned as his grip on her head tightened a little and he drove into her hitting the back of her throat again and again.

Betty wanted to push her limits a bit further and tried to relax her neck so that she could take him even deeper. When she sucked his cock in her mouth again, she felt it hit the back of her throat and took a deep breath. He bucked against her and in that moment her gag reflex kicked in and she whimpered in defeat, pulling her head back a little.

Any other men would probably not give a shit about it and keep going, but Jughead was on a completely different level. He figured out that was as far as he could go without causing her discomfort and caressed her cheek in understanding.

He was a firm believer in mutual gratification, and Betty could never desire or love anyone more than him for that, too.

"Jug?" she called to get his attention since his head was tilted up towards the ceiling trying to steady is breathing. When he looked down at her again her bright green eyes were shining, staring at him from under her long wispy lashes, and she swiped the tip of her tongue on the head of his cock while her hand continued to pump him.

"Can I make you come?" Her voice was calm and sweet, but the naughty glimmer in her eyes made his knees weak and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

The answer he wanted to give her was 'no', he wanted to lay her on the bed bury himself inside her and make her beg for more before allowing his own release. But the honest truth was that seeing her lips around him, kissing and sucking with such enthusiasm and dedication while she moaned in delight was too much to take and yes, he'd love nothing more. So he caved in and nodded.

"Hell, yes."

She smiled, triumphant, and she put her mouth on him again and started with long and languid licks along his length, back and forth, suckling his tip on her way up while her hand held a tight grip at his base, caressing the delicate and velvety skin there.

"God, you're so good at that!"

Jughead was watching her, her rhythm steady as she continued to kiss and suck on him. After a few minutes, when she heard him breath out her name and tug lightly at her hair, she knew he was close to the edge and switched to a much faster and unrelenting pace, concentrating on his tip, swirling her tongue around it, sucking hard and moaning in appraisal, sending vibrations through his whole body as her hand held a firm grip on his base.

"Betty! Pull out, I'm gonna come" he told her putting a hand on her shoulder to motion for her to stop just as he was ready to take a step back. He wanted to give her the chance to back out, he thought a woman should never feel obliged to let her partner come in her mouth if she didn't want to. Either way, he considered a woman giving head to be the most exciting gift ever and he'd never take that for granted. Plus he really didn't know Betty's preferences on this particular matter because back then she preferred to give him handjobs rather than blowjobs and he always came on her hand or on himself, depending on where they were.

By the way she was clinging to him despite his forewarning, she wasn't going to budge. She was determined to go all the way, so she looked at him again and their eyes locked while she held him firmly in her hand, her lips wrapped around the head.

"Holy fuck!" All it took was a few more powerful blows and she felt him tense up and twitch and his hot seed flood her mouth, hitting her tongue and her hard palate. Betty was quick to swallow and as Jughead panted hard and his body shook violently for a few more times, emptying himself completely, she did it again and licked him clean until he was completely spent.

He couldn't believe she really did that. She didn't show any sign of hesitation or afterthought, she just took all he had to give and he swore he'd never seen anything sexier. He was surprised his legs were still holding him upright, because he felt like mush all over.

Betty had a smug look on her face as she slowly released him from her mouth and placed a gentle kiss on the tip.

"That was..." he hesitated, his words failing him. "You're incredible, Betty" he stated stroking her hair. "So fucking incredible."

He hooked his index finger under her chin to hint her to stand up and when she did he wrapped her in a tight hug, burying his face in her hair, close to her ear. His next words were a whisper "I think I've never seen anything more erotic than that. You blew me away!"

He held his breath at his own very accurate and very cocky word choice and suddenly they were both laughing.

"I'm sorry," he said holding her close, giggling "it's like my brain and my mouth are disconnected right now. What I meant is I loved every second of it, you were amazing."

"It's ok, I enjoyed that, too. Very much," she confessed smiling back at him and running a hand through his unruly dark curls that kept on falling relentlessly on his forehead. He hugged her close and peppered her shoulder with light kisses while her hand ran up and down his back.

"Wanna take a nap with me without running away, this time?" he asked after a while hearing her yawn.

"That would be awesome."

Woop woop!
One more chapter and this little fic will be complete!
I probably should warn you that the last part is a little shorter than the other ones and that it might be just a little cheesy. It is what it is, I love happy endinds anf love stories, sue me! LOL
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