The day is finally here, Saturday, and Jughead can't remember ever being this excited about anything. He woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning, rolled over and planted a big wet smooch to Betty's forehead and a more careful one to his son's at her side before he hopped out of bed with a pep in his step. He and Betty had spent the previous night packing anything and everything Alice could possibly need for Finley's overnight, as well as their own bags for their stay at the Five Seasons. Betty had, however, had to reassure him this was a good idea a multitude of times, but after a rough night of fussy feedings, he finally believed her. With fresh faces, and bellies full of coffee and formula, they'd loaded up FP's truck with their things and headed to Betty's house to begin their day of freedom.
"Oh, don't forget his binky is in the front pocket of his diaper bag. Not the little one with the snap, the big one with the zipper, and there should be plenty of diapers. I hope. Maybe I should have packed more. Does he have enough clothes? Oh no, did we forget his blankie?"
"Deep breaths," Alice chuckles. "We're going to be just fine."
Jughead nods, but looks to Betty with concern.
With a gentle smile on her lips, Betty unzips the largest compartment of Finley's diaper bag and pulls out his favorite fuzzy blanket, folded just as neatly as it had been last night. "See, everything is fine," she assures him.
Jughead nods again and takes a deep breath as Alice had suggested before handing Finley off into her waiting arms.
"We'll be home tomorrow morning."
"Morning," Alice questions in surprise. "You can sleep in."
Jughead looks to Betty, his brow creasing with uncertainty. She meets him with an encouraging smile and it softens just a touch. "Maybe."
"I'll expect you no sooner than noon," Alice insists. "Now go."
Betty waits patiently as Jughead hesitates at the door. He almost makes it out to the front steps before turning back to nuzzle Finley's cheek.
"Mama and daddy will be home before you know it," he coos.
Alice smiles to herself, watching the flush of pride that overtakes her daughters face with a deep rooted pride of her own for the two exceptional teens before her.
"Go on," she chuckles, playfully shooing them out the door as they go.
The five seasons is only a few miles down the road and there's still plenty of morning left by the time they're all settled. Their second floor room is slightly larger than Betty's own bedroom, equipped with a king sized bed, a TV, an ensuite bathroom, and a balcony that looks out at Fox Forest.
"Now what," Jughead questions, he and Betty both lying on their backs on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Betty giggles softly. "I don't know."
"It's so quiet," he sighs. "Like, it's weird. Was it always this quiet?"
Betty giggles again, this time rolling onto her side to look at him with her head propped up on her elbow. "It is kind of weird," she agrees.
Jughead looks over at her, his elbow tucked behind his head and the other at his side where his legs hang down to the floor from the mattress. "We could go to Pop's."
"Pop's," she questions knowingly.
"Yea, why not," he shrugs. "I could eat."
"You could always eat," she laughs.
"So, no Pop's?"
"You took the day off," she reminds him. "You really want to show up to work on our one free Saturday?"
"I guess not," he shrugs, "But the hash browns are really good."
"Ok, fine," she laughs, "We can go to Pop's."
"Really," he questions in surprise.
"Yes," she giggles, "But I want extra whipped cream on my waffles."
Jughead beams a wide toothy smile from ear to ear before he tackles Betty to her back on the bed to smooch her hard on the lips. "Extra whipped cream it is baby," he teases, "Let's go. I'm hungry."
Betty can only shake her head, rolling her eyes with a huge grin on her face as she follows him back down to the truck.
Upon their arrival to Pop's, Jughead gets cold feet of sorts. The parking lot is packed and he knows for a fact that they're already understaffed on Saturday mornings. As the bell on the front door rings over their heads, he takes a look around at the chaos of bustling bodies among full tables, his brow creasing before his eyes land on Betty and her subtle nod of approval.
"It'll just be for a bit," he assures her.
Betty smiles fondly as she takes a seat at the counter. "Go," she chuckles, earning a sloppy kiss on the cheek before he hurries off through the kitchen doors.
Betty has only been seated for five minutes, flipping through a copy of yesterday's paper, when Jughead surfaces from the kitchen with a white apron tied behind his neck and a foolish grin on his lips.
"Waffles for my lady." He bows goofily, presenting her with a plate of waffles rounded with fresh whipped cream and strawberries.
"Juggy," she giggles, "I can't eat all this."
"You said extra whipped cream, you get extra whipped cream," he tuts playfully.
"Thank you," she chuckles.
"Besides," he shrugs, "I get to eat whatever you don't, so really, I'm counting on you not being able to finish that."
Betty rolls her eyes, a bright smile on her face as he leaves her with a wink to shovel away at the mountain of sweet breakfast food before her.
It's almost eleven by the time the breakfast rush finally slows down. Tables have begun to clear out and Jughead surfaces from the kitchen with an air of exhaustion. He promptly rounds the counter to splay his limp body over Betty back, sighing heavily for dramatic effect.
"Waffles," she offers, smirking as she leans to the side enough for him to see the still mountainous pile of whipped cream on her unfinished second waffle.
"Only if you chew it for me," he grumbles, slinking off her back to drop lazily into the stool beside her.
"Yea, I'm not doing that," she laughs.
Jughead laughs through his nose, his eyes heavy as he tugs at the beanie on his head.
"You know," Betty tempts, "We could go back to our weirdly quiet hotel room and take a nap."
"A nap," he inquires, his head snapping up with intrigue.
Betty nods, her lower lip trapped between her teeth to contain her grin.
"Well what are we doing sitting here?" He jumps up from his seat. "Come on baby, we're going napping!"
Betty laughs the whole way out to the truck, following along as Jughead drags her enthusiastically across the parking lot.
Back at the hotel, Jughead opts for a quick shower to rinse away the scent of fried potatoes and the residue of bacon grease from his skin before quite literally dropping onto the bed.
Betty laughs as she springs upward with the bounce of the mattress before crawling nearer to Jughead. He's quick to scoop her up, locking her in a bear hug with his wrists and ankles crossed at her front.
"Juggy," she grunts through laughter, "You're crushing me."
"Shh, just sleep," he mumbles, an amused smirk on his lips.
"Juggy," she whines, trying hard to break free of his hold.
"No, no. Shh. Just love me- Ow," he laughs, releasing her to rub at the sore spot where she'd slapped him hard on his bare thigh. "That wasn't very nice."
"Well neither was putting me in a headlock," she argues, trying to glare through her unstoppable grin.
"Headlock," he says in surprise. "I'll show you a headlock."
Betty's eyes go wide, protests of, "Juggy, no, don't," falling into the air repeatedly as she scrambles around the mattress to get away from his reaching arms. She scoots herself back against the headboard, laughing hard and pushing him away with her foot as she searches for a way to escape him. He lunges for her and she somehow manages to get underneath him, shoving him off as she barrel rolls across the mattress. A loud thud urges her to pause, uncontrollable laughter breaking over her lips with his huffed "oof," and she hurries to his side.
"Are you ok," she laughs, her eyes brimming with tears as he laughs hysterically while rubbing his backside.
Jughead nods, wiping his laughter filled tears with his arm as she helps him to his feet. The two of them collapse on the bed in a fit of lingering laughter, her head on his arm and his fingers playing absentmindedly with her hair as the other drums on his chest.
"Are you ok for real," Betty questions, just a touch of laughter remaining in her tone.
Jughead nods. "You're quick," he chuckles.
Betty smiles to herself and rolls over to rest her chin on her hands upon his chest.
Jughead lifts his head slightly to look down at her, his brow shifting upward just a touch as he assesses her gaze.
"I'm glad we're doing this," she tells him softly.
"Me too," he smiles tenderly. "Sometimes I wish we met before Fin was born. Maybe that makes me a terrible parent, but," he clears his throat. "I don't know. Sometimes I feel like I'm holding you back, like you're missing out because we have too many responsibilities and I feel bad that I put that on you."
"Jug," she coos. "You didn't put anything on me. I knew what I was getting into, and I wouldn't change it for the world."
Jughead only nods.
"I get what you mean," she assures him. "I've wondered too, what it would have been like if we met sooner. Maybe there would have been more time for wrestling each other and quiet nights, but these moments feel more special now. Plus, I love Finny and I can't even picture us without him. We're a family."
Jughead smiles, a satisfied huff of air exiting through his nostrils before he presses a kiss to her forehead. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For wanting to be Fin's mom," he shrugs.
A fond smile tugs at the corner of her lips. She presses a soft kiss to his breastbone before nuzzling her cheek against his chest. "I love you."
"I love you too," he mumbles sleepily.
Betty listens carefully, her ear pressed firmly against his ribcage where his heart pumps steadily in his chest. She listens as his breathing slows, leveling out as he allows sleep to take him before closing her eyes to do the same.
Later that evening, Jughead and Betty wake from their nap feeling more rested than they have in months. It's a little after their usual dinner time and the pair decide to order room service. After placing their order with the front desk over the landline at their bedside, they get comfortable beneath the blankets and find a movie to watch. Fifteen minutes into the movie, there's a knock at the door. Jughead rolls out of bed, the sheet twisting around his ankle and dragging off of Betty as he goes before he gets to his feet with a boyish smirk.
"Mr. Jones," greets the waiter from behind his cart.
"Uh, yea," he nods, stepping aside to allow him to push their cart of food into the room.
"Two orders of our hand breaded chicken tenders, a side of fries, and a pitcher of iced tea correct?"
Jughead nods.
"Is there anything else I can get for you while I'm here," he wonders with a kind smile.
"Uh," Jughead looks back at Betty in questions and she replies with a shake of her head. "No, I think we're good."
The waiter nods, leaving them with a tight lipped smile before the door closes behind him. Betty stifles a giggle as Jughead rubs at the back of his neck where he stands.
"What," he chuckles, a touch of pink on his cheeks.
"Nothing," she shrugs with the slightest of laughs.
"Nothing huh," he challenges, leaning over her with his hands either side her legs at the edge of the bed.
Betty struggles to hold back her grin as he leans in closer, their noses almost touching.
"You think I'm awkward," he says, his scolding brow mismatched with his shit eating grin.
Betty says nothing, only holds up her hand with the slightest of gaps between the pads of her thumb and forefinger.
Jughead rolls his eyes and kisses her hard on the mouth. Laughter bubbles from her lips as he shoves her onto her back, her head bouncing on the mattress as he backs away to collect their dinner.
Jughead polishes off his dinner, as well as the remnants of Betty's before their movie is even half over. He's quick to replace their empty plates on the food cart and dives back into bed, knocking Betty on her side with his playful tackle. Betty laughs heartily, her fingers threading into the hair at the back of his head as his arms squeeze tight around her waist. She loves seeing him like this, so happy and care free. She's never seen him so playful and she quite likes it, seeing his inner child surface without the burden of adult responsibilities weighing heavily on his shoulders. With a fond smile on her lips, she kisses the top of his head and settles in to enjoy the closeness of his face nuzzled tenderly at her breast.
With nothing to do outside of enjoying one another's undivided attention, Betty and Jughead decide on a second movie. They've shifted positions since the last movie finished, Jughead now rested with his back against the headboard and Betty curled up at his side with her head on his chest. As the movie plays, Betty pays no mind, getting lost in the soothing sensation of Jughead's thumb as it brushes gently over her arm. She smiles to herself, nuzzling deeper into his side and brings her hand to rest low on is abdomen. He lifts his head to look at her, a fond smile tugging at the corner of his lips before he rests back against the pillow. Her fingers rake lightly through the dark trail of hair she loves so much, bringing a shiver of goosebumps to his skin. His focus remains on the TV as her hand travels lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers to coax his arousal. She's gentle handed with him, only the pads of her fingers grazing his length and tickling at his tip as it swells.
Jughead hums in contentment, his hips shifting upward to press himself more firmly against the palm of her hand. They never have time for this; the slow build up, and he's going to savor every second of it. As her fingers tease at his swollen length, his breathing becomes heavy, his eyes closing to enjoy the sensation more effectively. Every touch ignites something within him, like a smoldering ember slowly returning to a flame with a gentle gust of wind.
Betty withdraws her hand, his eyes snapping open, but before he can question her, she gives his waistband a tug. He's quick to pull them off at her request and she can't help but giggle at his eagerness as he lies back down. Their movie is in total disregard as Betty rises on her knees to pepper kisses at his throat. Her lips are everywhere, his jaw, his collar bone, his chest, his stomach, as her hands caress his skin all over. A breathless moan passes through his lips with the skim of her fingernails along the crease of his leg, his cock twitching in response to the near stimulation. His head lifts from the pillow to watch her lips travel from his inner knee to the apex of his thigh, dropping back against it in anticipation as she draws away to do the same with his other leg. He shivers as she reaches the crease of his groin, a deep groan rising from his chest as she presses a wet kiss to the base of his shaft. She kisses his length from base to tip, her tongue dragging along his sensitive skin combined with the gentle suction of her lips. He sees stars when she takes him, his hips bucking into her downward stroke to thrust himself deeper into her throat. His hand weighs heavily at the back of her head as it bobs over his lap, a chorus of grunts and groans falling from his lips as he gets lost in the heat of her mouth around him.
"Betts," he breathes, his head lifting to look down at her with strain on his brow.
His fingers curl around her blonde tresses already threaded between them, tugging her back gently until his length is released with a wet pop. He draws her upward, pulling her shirt over her head as she settles over his lap before his lips are on hers. He kisses her slowly, tasting every inch of her mouth as he rolls them over until she's beneath him. His hands massage her breasts, his fingers pinching and tugging at her rosy peaks, earning breathless sighs against his lips. He travels lower, his fingers curling into the waist of her sleep shorts, their lips parting momentarily as he discards them to the floor. He leaves her with a tug of his teeth on her swollen lower lip to kiss every inch of her naked skin, pausing to suck at each of her breasts before settling between her thighs.
Betty's head lifts from its place at the pillows, her face flush with anticipation and her lips swollen and bitten as she watches his mouth draw nearer to her core. He smirks cockily, proud that he's flustered his beautiful girl so thoroughly before he's even done a thing. His fingers curl roughly beneath her thighs, and she lets a surprised squeak as he tugs her nearer. He takes his time, placing barely there kisses over every inch of her slick middle before his tongue finally joins in. Betty gasps with the quick swipe of his tongue between her slit, whining as it flicks past her swollen bud and disappears entirely.
"Juggy," she whines breathily.
"Patience baby," he tells her, his voice husky with need. "I want to take my time with you."
Betty lets a choked out sob, whining in protest as she reels before him. He teases her some more, his long fingers slipping between her folds to press at her entrance, never pushing any further before he takes them away. Betty can do nothing more than whine and moan, writhing as she awaits more friction. A shaky sigh escapes her as he parts her wide with his thumbs. She looks down at him, finding him grinning from ear to ear before he dives in, finally giving her what she's wanted all along. She cries out as he laps at her middle, tongue flicking and lips sucking at her sensitive bundle of nerves as she fists the comforter at her sides.
"Oh Jug," she breathes, her back arching into his every touch.
Her hand falls to the back of his head, earning a grunt that vibrates against her skin as she tugs hard on his raven tendrils of hair. Her body writhes as she climbs her way towards climax, her cry sure to be heard for miles as he thrust three fingers inside her. He works her into a panting moaning mess, a boneless puddle atop the mattress as she cries out his name in sheer ecstasy. Before she's even stopped convulsing with the shattering intensity of her climax, he's buried inside her, his own shout of pleasure sounding against her ear. He holds her close as he moves within her, grunting and panting as her walls flutter and squeeze around his tortured length. Everything falls away, only Betty's pitchy plea of "Harder," and the beautiful sounds she makes existing in his mind. He abides by her request, forcing himself deeper, faster, harder, pushing her to the edge until she takes the plunge, her mouth open in a silent scream as she clenches around his cock like a vice. His whole body shutters, his muscles going stiff as her burst within her walls, the tail end of her climax milking him of every drop he has to offer. His forehead drops to hers, his breath panting and heavy as they fall together in a heap among the mess of bedsheets.
Both completely spent, Betty and Jughead lie side by side, catching their breath with permanent grins plastered on their faces. In the sated quiet, the grumbling of Jughead's stomach rolls thunderously through the room, each of them bursting into a fit of laughter as their shocked expressions meet.
"Dessert," Betty suggests through a grin.
Jughead nods. "Dessert."
Rolling onto her side, Betty reaches lazily for the landline phone, calling down to the front desk with an order for chocolate cake. Not ten minutes later does the waiter arrive, a mild blush on his cheeks as he delivers a plate of chocolate cake to Jughead, wrapped in nothing but their bedsheet at the door.
"I think you have an admirer," Betty teases as he closes the door.
Jughead only rolls his eyes, a smirk on his lips as he returns to the bed with their late night treat. The two of them are on their best behavior, gingerly taking bites of the decadent cake for all of a few seconds before Betty flicks a forkful of cake at Jughead. It hits him square in the nose and she stifles a laugh as he attempts to reach the frosting with his tongue. She crawls into his lap, swiping it with her finger and eats it herself with a taunting raise of her brow. Jughead scowls playfully and the next thing she knows, she's on her back, a fistful of cake being smeared across her face and it's on. Betty grabs her own handful of cake, smooshing the gooey brown frosting in Jughead's face. He laughs heartily, countering her attack with a sloppy drag of his tongue on her cheek. He grins wildy, Betty falling into a fit of laughter as brown cake liquid seeps through his teeth. He tackles her to the bed, pushing against her arms as she fights his attempts to kiss her.
"Ew, Jug," she squeals, feigning disgust as he succeeds in peppering sticky chocolate kisses all over her face.
By the time they've finished, their laughter cooling to lighthearted chuckles, everything is covered in dark chocolate cake. The pristine white bed sheets are riddled with chocolate hand prints and hunks of crumbling cake, their own bodies slathered with frosting.
"It's in my hair," Betty giggles.
"Mine too," Jughead laughs, rolling over to nuzzle her cheek with his frosting streaked nose. "Shower?"
"Yes please," she agrees, springing up from the bed and making a beeline to the bathroom.
Jughead laughs to himself, shaking his head as he calls down for new sheets. He instructs the front desk for the housekeeper to let herself in before he joins Betty in the shower.
With the evidence of their food fight taken care of, their skin washed clean and their sheets once again pristine, they crawl into bed, their naked limbs entangled as they drift off to sleep.
The next morning, Jughead wakes on his own to the gentle warmth of sunlight peeking through the blinds. He sighs contentedly as he stretches his back, forcing his hips flush against Betty's backside with a grin on his face. Curling back around her, his hips shift gently, rocking against her as he presses tantalizing kisses along the column of her neck.
"Juggy," she giggles sleepily. "What are you doing?"
"I'm taking advantage," he pauses to kiss her neck, "of my one opportunity," he kisses her shoulder, "to fuck you into this springy hotel mattress," he kisses her jawline, "before I have to get out of bed."
Betty smiles lazily, her eyes still closed as she allows him to slip between her thighs. He rocks against her, forcing his cock in and out of the tight gap between her thighs, his tip dragging along her slit with every draw. She shifts just enough, his hand guiding him to her entrance before he thrusts himself inside her. Betty lets the tiniest of moans upon his intrusion, pressing back to force him deeper. His movements are slow, lazy yet powerful with his tight grip on her hips hauling her backward to meet his every thrust. Her hips shift in a back and forth motion, drawing quiet moans to rise from his chest. His hand finds its way to her breast, kneading and tugging at her skin before his hand glides lower to slip between her folds. The pads of his fingers swirl in tight circles at her swollen bud, his hips shifting in time with her moans and it's not long before she's falling apart at his hand. He joins her soon after, releasing deep within her walls with a muttered, "Fuck."
It's a quarter past ten when Jughead and Betty finally untangle themselves from the longest cuddling session they've had to date. After a quick shower, they collect their things in preparation to go home. With their bags packed, Jughead has become unsettled. He sits at the edge of the bed, His hands tented at his lips, his elbows rested upon his knees where they bounce uncontrollably on the floor.
"We can go," Betty suggests, her hand rested gently between his shoulder blades.
"Alice said noon," he reminds her.
Betty rolls her eyes. "You can go get him whenever you want to. We don't have to stay here because my mom said we should. He's your son Jug, it's not like she can refuse to give him to you."
Jughead huffs a laugh. "Our son."
"Our son," Betty agrees, a fondness sparkling in her eyes as she urges him to follow her out.
Upon their arrival at Betty's house, Jughead parks he truck more haphazardly than he's ever done so before. Betty shakes her head as he hurries to the front door, shutting the truck off herself before following him inside.
"I knew you'd never make it," Alice teases as she crosses the room to hand Finley off into Jughead's waiting arms.
"Hey big guy," he beams, nuzzling his son as he burst with a gummy smile. "Daddy missed you so much."
Betty smiles as she makes her way to his side, leaning against his shoulder to kiss Finley atop the head.
"Hi Finny," she coos. "Did you miss daddy?"
Finley babbles happily, drool bubbling at his lips as he gazes bright eyed between his parents. Betty never imagined she could feel so much love and she's afraid she might burst as tears begin to well in her eyes.
"Awe. What's the matter baby," Jughead coos with a touch of laughter, wringing his arm around her neck to pull her into his side opposite Finley.
Betty shakes her head. "I just missed him," she laughs tearfully, with her face buried in his shirt.
Jughead smiles, he and Alice sharing a knowing look as he kisses her atop the head.
Betty and Jughead spend the afternoon fussing over Finley, each eager to make up for all the snuggles they missed out on last night. Though they'd spent a wonderful night together, filled with love and laughter, there's nowhere either would rather be than right here, a mess of formula, spit up, and drool with the bright eyed baby that brought them together.
