Just a drabble or several…
This is a work of fanfiction, no copyright infringement is intended. I own nothing pertaining to the Archie Comics/Riverdale universe.
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Her hair was sticking to her back, sweat from the summer heat had soaked through her tank top. She was glad for the bandana he offered her before they'd left that morning. They had been walking around Southside for hours now, picking garbage, part of the change and their court order.
"You need some water baby girl?" He was so good to her, she couldn't help the smile that erupted over her face.
"Yes thank you." Betty drank greedily from the bottle, a little dribble sliding down her chin, then onto her decolletage. His eyes darting to the droplet escaping beneath the fabric, somewhere he wished he was instead of burning to death picking up trash.
"Just think, four more hours to check off our hundred and twenty." Betty was trying to think positively, although it wasn't exactly as positive as she'd first intended.
"I'd rather be churning asphalt with Jones. At least his community service is an actual job. This is slave labor." Sweet Pea tossed a handful of cigarette butts into the large black bag they'd been issued earlier.
"Well, we would all be in better shape if someone hadn't of blabbed to Reggie about what we do on Saturday nights." Shaking her head, Betty handed the water bottle back to Sweet Pea, he drank some then put it back in his backpack.
"We wouldn't be in this mess if you wouldn't have shoved extra sacks in my saddle bags. We were done for the night. We didn't need to try sell anymore." They were in fact not finished with drops for the night, he was trying to tiptoe around the fact that he'd been kissing her, bending her over his bike when the blueberries and cherries started flashing.
"Yes, blame me for all of the underage drug possession and intent to sell. What if you actually accepted a little blame for this Sweet Pea?" She was grasping for wads of paper in a bush when she felt the sting of Sweet Pea's hand on her rear end. "Ouch!"
"Maybe you shouldn't be bending over, giving me a view of that sweet ass Betty Cooper. You could get guys put away for life with that ass alone." She turned red, well more red than she already was.
"Sweet Pea! My ass is not why we got caught. Your lack of self control is why we got caught." She threw the paper into the bag, then walked away to another bush.
"Not even close Betts. You drive me crazy and you haven't even touched me yet. Not today anyway." He said in her ear, kissing the side of her face. Licking his lips as he backed off.
It's my fault you can't think with one head instead of two?" She wasn't looking at him. He made hard for her to think when she watched him work.
"Believe me, I've been trying to think with only one head, but you seem to ruin it every damn time." He bit his lip, watching her bend over again.
"Just keep your eye on the prize Sweet Pea, this is almost over." She shoved another piece of paper into the bag.
"Don't worry, I'm keeping my eye on it." It was with great strength and a wince of pain that he did finally look away. It was just in time too, their probation office turned the corner and parked on the street beside them.
"Okay kids. You got your four hours today, I'm sweatin' like a pig." Sweet Pea cocked an eyebrow and smirked simultaneously peeling his gloves from his burning hands.
"Watch it Sweet Pea. Don't make me tack on ten more just for the hell of it. Come on, Betty tie the bag off. Let's go!" The officer was visibly sweating, dabbing a handkerchief to his glistening forehead. Sweet Pea just laughed and heaved the loaded bag into the back of the pickup. Then hopped in himself, holding out a hand for Betty.
"Your chariot my lady." He said.
"Ha! Sure thing Sweet Pea, thanks." She hopped up onto the bumper, using it for leverage. Luckily they had four other people to pick up and their trash bags as well.
"Hey Betty?" Sweet Pea asked, wiping sweat from his face with his bandana.
"Yeah Sweet Pea?" Betty had her head tilted back, enjoying the feel of the wind blowing around her, cooling the beads of sweat over her neck.
"You weren't just using me for my product right?" He glanced her way, biting his top lip with his bottom teeth. It was the most innocent she had ever seen him.
"No, I would never use you. Especially not for your product." She held his eyes with her own. He nodded his acceptance.
"Cool" He said to her, and to nothing at all.
"Yeah, cool."
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