Betty had no frame of reference for what a biker bar was supposed to look like, but if she were to conjure one up, the Whyte Wyrm would fit the description. Dark and dingy, and smelling of leather and cigarettes. The moment she'd gotten out of the Uber she'd taken to the Southside, she'd started to lose her confidence, but not her resolve. She had to meet Jughead on his own turf, even if it meant standing out like a sore thumb. Which she certainly did in a gray wool jacket with large buttons and her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She clutched the tin of muffins she'd baked for him as she felt the door of the bar clang shut behind her. It was almost 7 pm, so too early for the place to be really full, despite being a Friday night. Still, the few men drinking at various tables turned to look at her with leery, suspicious gazes. She frowned, half wanting to run away, until she saw Toni behind the bar. They weren't close by a long shot, but at least it was someone she knew.
She approached slowly, hoping the pink-haired girl would take notice of her before she reached one of the haphazard stools lining the bar. Just then, Toni indeed looked up and spotted her. She shot the girl a smile in greeting, despite the confusion clearly written over her face, and Betty felt herself relax slightly, speeding up her movements until she was lingering just over the bar, still too afraid to actually sit down.
"Hey," Toni said, smoothly polishing a row of glasses, as she glanced over Betty. "You want a drink?"
Betty blushed. While clearly the Whyte Wyrm was not the most law-abiding establishment, evident by the fact a fellow 17-year-old appeared to be working the bar, it felt bizarre to be asked so brazenly if she wanted alcohol. "No…I, uh…I was looking for Jughead."
Toni gave her a knowing simper and Betty felt her face flaming even redder. "And what do you want with Jughead? Because you came a long way from the Northside, blondie, just to tell him he's late handing in an article." Betty gave a tight-lipped smile in response, her stomach clenching at the perceived dig, second thoughts racing through her head. Had this been a mistake? Were they from too different worlds for this work? "Calm down," Toni added with a friendly laugh, seeing the girl start to spiral. "I'm joking."
Still on guard, Betty nodded, feeling her body relax slightly. She knew Toni could be very sarcastic, but she was looking at her genuinely now. She seemed honestly interested in what the blonde was doing there. "I wanted to apologize to him," Betty said, holding up the muffin tin and giving it a little shake. "And I wanted to…" she struggled with the words, before finally divulging, "To ask him on a date."
"You wanted to ask Jughead out on a date?" Toni repeated, a twinkle in her eyes as she bit back a laugh.
Betty blushed again, not really understanding what the other girl found funny, but hoping it wasn't at her expense. "Yes. Is that…not cool?"
Toni's face turned sincere again and she spoke reassuringly. "Sorry, it's just funny to think of someone taking Jughead out on a date. I promise I'm not laughing at you. It's totally cool."
"Okay," Betty said sheepishly. She believed Toni, but she still felt self-conscious. It didn't help that it felt as if all the eyes in the bar were still on her.
"Ignore these idiots," Toni said, reading her discomfort. She shot dirty looks at several of the tables, who immediately stopped looking in their direction. "Jug and Sweets said they'd get here by 7:15. You're welcome to wait. I'll bring you something, on the house."
"Oh, you don't have to," Betty started to say, but Toni cut her off.
"Betty, relax. Sit down. It's nothing." The blonde nodded, taking a seat in the nearest stool, placing the muffin tin down gingerly on the edge of the bar. Toni ducked away for a few seconds before returning with an opened bottle of hard cider. "It's sweet and not too strong, but it'll give you some liquid courage. I know it's scary to ask someone out, although I don't think you have to worry about his answer," Toni said, thoughtfully, looking straight at the blonde, her look conveying meaning beyond her words.
Betty smiled faintly, understanding. She didn't know how much the other girl knew of her history with Jughead, but it seemed she had her approval. "Thanks Toni," she said seriously.
Toni nodded and resumed tending to the bar. Betty sipped from the bottle slowly, alternately engaging in short bursts of mindless chatter with her or listening intently to the 80s rock playing in the background. Despite having regained some semblance of confidence with Toni's assurance, the butterflies in her stomach were bouncing around like crazy. She closed her eyes momentarily in a bid to calm her anxiety. Before she was about to open them, though, she heard it. Sweet Pea's joking tone followed by Jughead's laughter rang out through the room. She'd recognize that sound anywhere. Betty froze, her body tensing. She could feel the footsteps approaching behind her and then both of the boys calling out hello to Toni. Her back was turned to the expanse of the room, and the room was lit darkly, so she figured Jughead hadn't yet made out it was her. Taking a deep breath, she turned, swinging her legs around the stool little by little, until she was standing before him and Sweet Pea.
He stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing her, his blue orbs wide in disbelief and his Adam's apple quivering slightly. He stared at her as if she were an apparition that could disappear at any moment. She, in the meantime, just stared back, finally allowing herself to gape at him head on for more than five seconds for the first time in weeks. He looked so good, she thought, letting herself once again become enthralled by his handsomeness. He wore a gray t-shirt printed with the letter S under an open zip-up burgundy hoodie and black corduroy jacket and dark jeans with suspenders hanging down, his trusted beanie covering his silky black hair. She could feel herself become dizzy from her attraction to him, her knees shaking as he started to appraise her back, his gaze climbing from her long tights-clad legs under the pink plaid miniskirt, to the small sliver of her exposed midriff beneath the hem of her sweater, and then to her chest heaving slightly as she tried to remember to breathe. When his eyes finally lifted up to meet hers, she offered a tentative smile, the exhilaration of coming to see him mixed with nerves at his possible rejection creating a delicious unease inside her.
"Hi," she said softly, breaking the silence.
"Hey," he said back, his voice even but cautious.
She fumbled for the tin behind her on the bar, before turning back to Jughead, who was observing her every movement carefully. "I made you these," she said, holding the container out to him as if it were a peace offering. "Blueberry muffins," she explained, her voice falling to an even lower register, hoping he understood the symbolism.
The weighted gesture seemed to catch him off-guard, and he gawked at the tin in her hand, looking between it and her face in a daze, his mouth opening and shutting closed three times before settling into a perfect open circle. Betty felt goosebumps rising over her skin, afraid he was going to leave her holding the gift in her hand interminably. Her arm hurt the longer she extended it to him, but she also couldn't put it down.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sweet Pea make a face of exasperation, before coughing loudly. "Dude," he said emphatically, throwing his arms out impatiently. This prompted Toni to snicker from behind the bar.
Their interruption seemed to rouse Jughead from his stupor, and he reached out to take the tin from her hand, his forefinger brushing against her hand lightning quick as he did so. She shivered in response, even the briefest of touches throwing her heart aflutter. "Thank you," he said, his voice earnest, with just a hint of the unsteadiness she intuited he felt.
"You're welcome," she said, locking eyes with him once again, trying to communicate so many feelings at once and also attempting to gather the strength to get the words out she wanted now. Unconsciously, she grasped the chain of the pen necklace from around her neck, drawing it out from beneath her sweater and delicately fingering the charm. She looked down collecting herself, before lifting her lashes briefly to see him watching her, the ghost of a smile on his lips. "I came here also because I…I wanted to ask you something," she murmured, her legs wobbling despite her best efforts to come across as poised. "Would you go on a date with me?" Only after she'd blurted out the words did she look back up at him expectantly.
He seemed to regain his equilibrium upon hearing her request, confidence returning to his pose. But despite the signature cocky smirk settling over face, she could also see a boyish happiness emanating from his eyes. "You're asking me on a date?" he questioned, his left eyebrow raising with mirth.
Betty nodded hesitantly. "Brunch Sunday morning at my house," she replied. "I asked my mom if I could invite you," she added softly, and truthfully. Earlier, when she'd been baking and Alice had entered the kitchen, Betty had decided to test their fragile new boundaries. She'd told her mother the muffins were for someone special and that she wanted to invite him for Sunday brunch. Alice had been somewhat shocked, but readily agreed, to Betty's anxious delight. Now, in the present, she ignored Sweet Pea snorting in the background. She knew it sounded lame to have a date with her parents, but he didn't know the whole story. No one but Jughead understood what it meant for her to have told her mother anything real. She kept her eyes trained on him, and his flattered expression was enough for her to forget what any of his jaded or hardcore friends may have thought.
"Okay," he said nonchalantly, his lips turning upward, and Betty let out the breath she'd been holding. She could still feel the residual tension between them, but at least he seemed to be agreeing to give her, give them, another chance. "But," he added, and Betty felt her body stiffen once more, afraid of what condition he might have. "Does it have to be our first date?" He caught her gaze, smirking at her again, but the warmth was evident behind his eyes. "You could hang out with us here tonight."
She felt a rush of relief travel through her body and she nodded, unable to hide the smile taking over her face. "Sure," she murmured in agreement.
"Oh, finally," Sweet Pea grumbled sarcastically. "Can we sit down now?"
Jughead laughed and Betty giggled too, most of her apprehension dissipating as she followed the two of them to a table. Toni wasn't far behind with a couple of beers, declaring to the room that her shift was officially over. The group soon commenced talking and drinking, and Betty was pleasantly surprised that while definitely intimidating and rough-edged, his friends were funny and easy to talk to.
Her nerves, however, were ever present. Jughead had let Betty scoot into the booth first before following to sit next to her. They weren't touching but his close proximity after so long apart, especially his left arm resting casually behind her on the booth, had her going into overdrive. Despite her excitement at being there with him, she couldn't help but be aware of the anxiety she was radiating. After all, there was still so much left unsaid between them. And as grateful as she was to be given this chance to hang out with his friends and get to know them, she longed to be alone with Jughead, to clear the air completely between them, to know where exactly it was they stood. Still, she managed to tamp those feelings down and push them mostly to the back of her mind and have a friendly interaction with Toni and Sweet Pea for close to two hours.
However, the minute Jughead finished the one beer he'd been nursing, she felt his hand find her knee and press against it gently. Her leg nearly bumped up against the table at the sensation, but she managed to catch herself, even though her whole body was vibrating from his touch. He leaned his head in toward her. "Do you want to get out of here?" he asked softly, his breath hot against her ear. She nodded, facing him, the desire to be in a room just the two of them clearly evident in her eyes. He offered her a soft smile and turned back to his friends across the booth. "I think we're going to call it a night," he said, his hand lifting from her knee to help her out of the booth. Sweet Pea and Toni shot very obvious knowing glances at each other. Betty blushed, understanding what they were thinking, but Jughead just rolled his eyes good-naturedly, still holding her hand. "Catch you later," he called.
"It was nice hanging out with you guys," Betty added, shooting them both a warm smile.
Jughead led her outside wordlessly but not releasing her hand until they were standing next to his motorcycle. "My place alright?" he asked somewhat bashfully, clearly trying to gauge her mood. She nodded and he handed her back the muffin tin to hold, before fastening his helmet on her. "Hold tight, okay," he commanded. Betty nodded again, feeling a flutter in her stomach at the prospect of finally riding on the back of his bike. She settled behind him, wrapping her arms as tightly as possible around him, the tin tucked carefully between her stomach and his back. Then, without warning, he was off. The feeling of speeding through the streets of the Southside was incredible, she thought, the freezing February air whipping around them, but not chilling her at all. She was too aflame from the feel of her upper body against his. She rested her cheek on the back of his jacket, inhaling his cool, minty scent, and thanking her lucky stars for at least this one carefree, irreversible moment.
Before she knew it though, they were outside his trailer and he was helping her off the bike and grabbing back the muffin tin. He unbuckled the helmet from her chin and removed it slowly, gazing at her almost in wonderment as he did so. She watched him watch her, her heart beating fast. He smiled slightly before flitting his head in the direction of the entrance. She followed him up the stairs to the trailer, passing by him as he held the screen door open for her. She waited in the living room expectantly, unbuttoning her coat, as he double locked the door and placed the tin down on the coffee table. He moved to turn on the lamp next to the couch, bathing the room in pale yellow light. Feeling his intense gaze on her again, she stilled her movements, the nerves she'd forgotten momentarily in the adrenaline of the ride over, now crawling back, invading her stomach.
"Should I not?" she asked barely above a whisper, suddenly afraid he didn't intend for them to stay long and just wanted to drop off her gift before taking her home.
He swallowed, watching as she fiddled nervously with the belted buckle of the coat. "No, it's okay." He took a few steps closer. "Here," he said, reaching out to gently take the coat off her and lay it over the edge of the couch.
Once he was back standing opposite her, Betty could feel herself tremble in would they say to one another? Would they kiss? More? She looked to Jughead for a sign of what to do next, but his face was unreadable. He didn't seem to know what the subsequent step was either, or he was waiting for her to take it. She bit her lip and waited for a few seconds. Neither of them made any move to sit down, the mix of emotional and sexual tension between them even more tangible now that they were alone.
"Jug…I…" Betty started and he looked at her expectantly, his eyes warm but circumspect. "I'm sorry it took me so long to choose you." Once she'd gotten the first apology out, the floodgates opened and she couldn't stop the stream of words spilling from her mouth. "I'm sorry for making you feel rejected, like a back-up choice, or that I didn't want you. That's so not true. I wanted you so much, then and now. I was just scared and weak. You were right. It wasn't just Jason, although if I'm being honest the thought of what he'll do still terrifies me. I was ashamed of myself, of what people would say about us. I was listening to all the anxieties everyone around me had drilled into me of who I was supposed to be and be with, instead of my heart. I just never expected someone like you. I'd been walking around like a zombie for over a year playacting this perfect life that was a complete lie and then suddenly you were there, this honest, caring, confident person who actually saw me, throwing me completely off balance. All I ever wanted since the first night was to be able to be with you, and I feel so stupid it took me this long to really let myself admit that. And then hurting you in the process. I'm so sorry, Jughead."
"Betty," he said, a small, sad smile on his face. "I'm sorry, too. I've thought about it a lot, and I shouldn't have put you in that position to begin with. You had a boyfriend, a shitty one, but still. I should have tried to help you get out of that horrible situation as a friend and told you about my feelings instead of physically acting on them. I shouldn't have kissed you, and I especially shouldn't have slept with you. I couldn't help myself. I wasn't lying when I said I wanted you in any way I could have you, but I knew the risk and took it anyway, and I didn't think far enough into how it would affect you. I was selfish."
"I was selfish," Betty interrupted with a sorrowful laugh.
"Then we're a pair," he chuckled ruefully.
She smiled back at him. She felt the awkwardness between them thawing, but she still had one last potentially devastating question to ask him. "Jug," she said, softly, looking down to the tan ankle boots she wore. "Why did you push me away at Pop's that night?"
Jughead sighed and waited until she looked back up to face his gaze. "It wasn't for lack of wanting you, Betty. Things have been really shitty with my dad's drinking lately and I sort of projected that anger on you. I felt like…I needed to be sure you also wanted to be with me. I needed you to be sure. And I still didn't believe you were. I know it wasn't fair, but I still felt rejected by you and was being stubborn. I should have at least given it a chance and saved us both these awful last few weeks of sniping at each other and being in pain."
"They were pretty horrible," Betty confessed in a whisper.
"I know," he said, wincing. "I'm sorry. I know it seems I have myself pretty figured out, and I guess I do, but there's stuff from my childhood that has fucked me up and made it hard to trust people. Especially the people who can hurt you the most. I think I was just looking for an excuse not to get hurt again, so I pushed you away."
"Archie told me about your mom," she murmured, hoping he wouldn't get mad she had learned something so private about him from someone else. "I'm so sorry, Jug. I should have come back inside that night. I was hurt."
He shook his head. "It's okay. I should have come after you and told you I was just as afraid as you." He paused, staring into her emerald eyes, searching for some sort of affirmation their mutual hurts could be healed. She held his gaze, hoping she was conveying back just how much her heart was pounding for him, how neither of them had to be scared anymore. He licked his lips then nervously, before adding with a sheepish grin, "I should have told you again I was in love with you, Betty. Because I am. I love you, Betty Cooper."
Betty's face broke into a gorgeous, all-encompassing smile, every moment of heartbreak she'd felt since the day he'd walked into the Blue & Gold office for that first meeting suspended at hearing those sweet, beautiful words. "I love you, too, Jughead Jones."
He smiled back and before she could even think, let alone take a breath, he was up against her, his warm hands clasping her face, kissing her insistently like a man starved. She whimpered against his mouth as she felt his frantic tongue begging for entrance, and she quickly opened her mouth to him, wrapping her own arms around his back and clutching him closer. She felt his tongue gently exploring the crevices of her mouth, reacclimating himself to the taste of her he'd gone so long without. She pressed her lips harder against his, feeling like the kiss was simultaneously too much and not enough after all their time apart. She felt as if her entire body were about to combust and only touching as much of him as she could would save her. She drew her fingers up his back over his coat, and he broke their kiss momentarily to shrug it off his shoulders, along with the unzipped hoodie over his t-shirt. She squeezed his shoulders and upper back before tangling her hands in his hair, knocking the beanie to the ground. He responded by traveling his hands down her neck and chest, tracing the contours of her body, before finding the smooth exposed skin of her waist and back. He pressed her body against him, hissing as her lower stomach grazed the bulge in his jeans.
Never breaking the kiss, he lifted her up and navigated them to the kitchen, depositing her on the counter, her back against a cupboard, as he stood between her open legs. Betty writhed against him, clutching the curved edge of the counter for support as he moved his warm mouth to her neck, sucking into the ivory skin just above her collarbone. His hands simultaneously gripped her thighs over her nude tights, the plaid skirt bunching up against her ass. He ran his hands all over her upper legs, his mouth on hers once again, and Betty gasped, feeling her arousal coating her underwear that she was practically dripping. She wanted him inside her so badly. She didn't care about taking their time. Neither did he if the way his needy lips were devouring hers and his groping hands were digging into the groove where her thighs met her butt were any indication. Moving his hands up to her waist, she scooted down slightly closer to the edge of the counter, her hands pressing against the skin of his lower back under his t-shirt. It pulled him closer between her legs and she could feel his erection coming into contact against her pelvis.
"Fuck," Jughead muttered against her mouth, as she tried to rub herself over him, the tights creating much too annoying of a barrier. "I need to be inside you, Betty."
"Please," she moaned, readily agreeing, before boosting herself up from the counter slightly. His hands coasting against her body, Jughead lifted her skirt completely over her ass, before finding the waistband of both her tights and underwear. He dragged them down her legs, stopping only to unzip the boots from her ankles and let them clatter down to the floor. Her tights and underwear quickly followed off her feet. After kicking off his own shoes, he stood back up, grabbing his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. He fished a condom out of it and held the packet in the fingers of one hand, as he rushed to unbutton and unzip his jeans with the other. He pulled them down, along with his boxers, his hardness for her springing free. He quickly ripped open the condom and rolled it up his length before grabbing her back and lining himself up at her center and entering swiftly. "Oh my God," she gasped, as he immediately penetrated deep inside her.
Finding her lips again, and curling his tongue inside her mouth, Jughead proceeded to fuck her eagerly. His movements were so hurried and he was hitting so far deep into her walls that Betty was sure she'd have banged the back of her head against the cupboard if he weren't holding her body tightly against his, steering their frenzied movements. She gripped his back, her fingers balling into fists against the soft fabric of his t-shirt, willing her body to take as much of him as she could inside her. The base of his shaft tickled over her clit with each thrust upward and inward, and she felt that familiar warm, gooey feeling spread throughout her body. She grasped him tighter as Jughead's movements turned jerkier, the rhythm of his thrusts thrumming faster and faster, until he exploded inside her with a loud guttural moan.
Still nestled inside her, his body contracted faintly, before settling down. After breathing heavily for a few seconds against her ear, he moved to kiss her softly but ardently. She responded fervently, trailing her tongue teasingly slow against his mouth. He grabbed back onto her waist, his fingers gripping the upper part of butt over her bunched up skirt. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, feeling him once again lifting her up and this time carrying her down the small hallway into his bedroom. Once she was safely ensconced on his bed, propped up against the pillow in a position between sitting and laying down, he finally pulled out of her, bending down to brush a kiss against her forehead.
"I'll be right back," he promised softly, heading back in the direction of the kitchen she assumed.
Sitting up, she pulled her skirt down, despite her center still being uncomfortably half-coated in arousal. She smiled as she noticed the typewriter she'd gotten him sitting prominently on his small desk, a messy stack of crossed out papers next to it. She thought of the day she'd given it to him and how many awful weeks since then they'd been apart and her mind immediately wandered to a dark place. Could he have been with anyone else since? Why else would he have had the condom so readily available in his wallet? She hadn't thought about it in the moment, so desperate to have him inside her, but now, after, she couldn't help but feel her pesky insecurities overtake her. As her mind worked fixedly, Jughead re-entered, smiling widely at her, re-clad in his boxers and carrying the rest of their discarded clothes. She smiled back, but it must not have quite reached her eyes as he immediately looked at her with concern.
"What's wrong?" he queried, setting the pile down on the unused corner of his desk, before approaching the bed.
"It's nothing," Betty said, trying to dismiss the intrusive thoughts, which she knew were pure anxiety and not based in anything resembling reality.
"Betts, come on," he said, sitting next to her and rubbing her arm gently over the sweater. "You can tell me what you're thinking. Even the bad. It's not going to make me run away."
She bit her lip. "It's stupid. Just…the condom was in your wallet, so I thought maybe you'd been with someone else since…I know I wouldn't have the right to be upset…"
Jughead grinned, letting out a soft chuckle. He grabbed her hand and brushed his finger against it reassuringly. "I've kept one in there since I started having sex, just to be safe. I haven't been with anyone else since the first day I walked into the Blue & Gold office and saw you again. Not like I could if I wanted. All I've been able to think about since then is you. Even when we were apart. Especially when we were apart."
"I only thought about you too," she admitted in return.
Jughead's soft smile slowly transformed into a naughty smirk and she could feel her temperature rising in advance of his imminent fliration. "Did you touch yourself when you thought about me?" he asked, his voice serious, but with a teasing lilt. Betty blushed strawberry pink, feeling the bright red flush coloring her skin all the way down to her chest. She nodded shyly, both turned on and self-conscious. "Show me," he demanded, a playful glint in his sapphire eyes.
"Jug, come on…that's so intimate," she protested weakly, not really sure why she was even acting opposed, if only because it embarrassed her how much the idea of him watching her do that aroused her.
"More intimate than saying 'I love you'?" he chortled. "Or fucking up against a kitchen cabinet? Because we've already done that tonight."
She rolled her eyes and shook her head, but with a smile, knowing he was right. "Okay, fine," she relented. "But I need your shirt."
Jughead stared at her with wide, lustful eyes, letting out a low growl. He was clearly picturing her alone in her bedroom making herself come undone clad only in the burgundy t-shirt he'd let her keep. Wordlessly, he lifted the gray shirt from his frame, and handed it over to her. For a moment, she admired his now exposed abdomen, lightly running her fingers over his stomach muscles, and listening to his breathing turn more ragged, before standing up. "Give me a second," she called from the doorway, heading to the bathroom to wash up and change. His eyes danced over her the whole way.
After going to the bathroom and washing her hands, she used a small washcloth dotted with soap to clean herself up as best she could. Then she undressed, removing her sweater, bra, and skirt and folding them into a neat pile on the closed toilet seat. She slipped her arms and neck into Jughead's t-shirt, inhaling his scent and shivering at feeling the soft cotton fabric against her skin. She pulled her hair down from its ponytail before looking in the small mirror. His shirt fell to her upper thigh, just barely covering her butt. Her blonde locks were wavy and tousled, framing her face. She smiled, the confidence and sexiness she'd felt before in the kitchen slowly returning to her body as she imagined his imminent reaction to her appearance. She left the bathroom, her heart thumping in anticipation with each short step back to his room. They'd never really had the luxury of time before, so trying this, or any fantasy, was new and thrilling. She gently pushed open his bedroom door she'd left ajar, and spotted him drumming his fingers against his desk, waiting for her.
"Hi," she murmured from the doorway, hoping her voice sounded as sultry as she intended.
Jughead turned toward her, his jaw nearly dropping upon seeing her. "Fuck me," he said, with a self-effacing chuckle, the corners of his mouth upturned. "You look so fucking hot, Betts."
Her cheeks turned rosy once again. "Where do you want me?" she asked, her voice turning demure upon seeing his reaction, hoping he'd take charge. Her whole body was twitching in excitement at the way he was ogling her, but she knew she'd never have the guts to go through with this if he didn't direct her somewhat.
He motioned to the bed. "Show me how you touch yourself when you're alone," he requested, his eyes turning darker as he watched her long smooth legs gliding across the floor to take the final steps to his bed.
Betty laid back against the pillows, bending her knees to spread her legs apart and place her feet flat against the blanket. She closed her eyes, lazily curling the fabric of his shirt in circles over her stomach, thinking back to their squabble in class from earlier in the day. Her body flushed as she remembered how worked up they'd gotten and how angry and turned on he'd made her with his wanton gaze and cutting arguments. Feeling properly aroused, she dragged the middle finger of her right hand down from her stomach slowly until she found her clit, rolling it gently with her finger. She could hear Jughead's ragged breath catch in his throat at this first brush of contact, goading her on. She continued to stroke circles over her clit, imagining Jughead following her out of English class back to the Blue & Gold office and taking her against the desk. She could feel the wetness building inside her at the fantasy, and she moved her finger down to her slit, sliding it halfway into her center, to coat it in her arousal. Returning her now glistening finger to her clit, she rubbed a little harder, her legs trembling slightly at the first shoots of pleasure. She could hear Jughead let out a muffled groan in the background, and she opened her eyes dazedly to see him watching her intently, his right hand stroking his hardened cock over his boxers. Her eyes widened at how sexy he looked touching himself in tune with her and she instinctively added her ring finger to the circles she was kneading over her clit. The gratifying sensation had her moaning softly and shutting her eyes again. She lifted her back slightly as she chased after release, her legs feeling like jelly. Right when she thought she was about to fall off the edge, she felt his hand cover her fingers, slowing her movements.
"Let me touch you?" he murmured softly, and she managed a nod, opening her eyes to see his now fully nude form hovering above her, his fingers yearning to take over for hers. With her assent, he brought himself to rest on his side against the wall, one hand brushing the hair from her forehead and the other tracing up her curved, bare leg. Betty could feel the tiny hairs on her thighs rising at his touch, his erection poking lightly into her hip. She melted into his caress, her body tingling from his soft, velvety fingers finding her soaking wet center and running them in a back-and-forth motion over the sensitive nub. Threading the fingers of his other hand through her hair, he nudged her head closer to his, locating her lips and kissing her sweetly as he sped up his motions.
"Oh Jug," she moaned, humming against his lips. Her body chased the fulfillment his fingers were providing, quivering and begging for satisfaction. He moved his lips down to her neck, sucking her pulse point. Then, stroking her clit impossibly fast, he carried her over the edge, sensations of pleasure streaming through her body as she panted and cried out a series of breathy moans. He only slowed his movements when the frequency of the pulsations from her center started to subside, and he could feel her body coming down from its high. He kissed her again softly, letting her bent knees fall to the bed and angling his body closer to hers. He moved his hand up from between her legs to under his t-shirt she wore, fondling her stomach and then her full breasts. He squeezed each of them gently and Betty whimpered against his mouth. Breaking the kiss, he grabbed the shirt's hem, delicately lifting it off her frame and discarding it on the floor.
Laying her back down, he hovered his body over hers, his hand skimming down her side and his eyes drinking in her now naked body. "I almost forgot how beautiful you are," he whispered, gazing at her lovingly and running his hand down her cheek. She pulled him toward her longingly, her hands prowling over the skin of his back, sighing at the feel of his bare chest coming in contact with her own. She kissed him, teasing his mouth open with her tongue and letting herself taste him. He responded to her kiss eagerly, pressing his body against hers and trailing his hands up from her shins until he was gripping the skin where her thighs met her buttcheeks. He directed her legs to clench around his lower back, grinding into her in the process. She could feel his cock instinctually dipping into her still drenched center and she bucked against him, aching and desperate to have him inside her again. She let go of his back with one of her hands and fumbled next to the small night table beside his bed in search of a condom, knocking over the few knick-knacks that rested on it. "In the drawer," he muttered between moist kisses to her neck, and she managed to turn enough of her body to get it open and pry one out of the half-empty box.
Jughead sat up on his knees between her spread legs, as she pulled open the package and gingerly placed the condom over him. Once in place, she drew him back to her, wrapping her legs around his back and inching her fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck. He pressed his body down, finding her center and entering her measuredly, at first just the tip of him inside her. She gasped as he gradually filled her up, before starting to move gently in and out. He rocked back and forth torturously slow, in no rush, relishing in the feel of her folds around him. Keeping control of his movements in and out of her, he tenderly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before grabbing her hand to thread with his. The way he was making love to her reminded her of the night she'd lost her virginity to him, and her eyes shone wetly at a combination of the sweet memory and how connected to him she felt in this moment. In a way that was unexplainable but which she knew was theirs alone. He kissed her, sensing it too, thrusting in farther. She gasped as he hit a particularly deep spot inside her, crossing her ankles against his back, digging his chest in even closer against her stomach and breasts.
"You feel so good," he moaned softly, his head bowing against her shoulder. She responded by leaning up to press feather-light kisses to his neck. This spurred him to pick up the pace slightly, and she felt her body moving with him, meeting him thrust for thrust, creating a steadily increasing rhythm. "I love you, Betty," he mumbled against her shoulder, pressing his lips to her skin, letting that rhythm completely overtake him as he approached his climax.
"I love you, too," she whispered back, the sound almost muffled as Jughead spasmed several times in rapid succession, penetrating deep inside her, before exhaling in pleasure as he spilled his load into the condom.
He collapsed gently over her, running his fingers over her face and through her hair, before slowly extricating himself from inside her. With a final long, languid kiss, he rolled over next to her, sitting up momentarily to remove the condom and throw it along with the package into the wastebasket under his desk. "Come here," he said, lying back down, using his left hand to tilt her body to her side and cuddle her against him. She nestled into his embrace, listening to his heartbeat against his chest. She could feel his hand coming up to trace circles over her back and she sighed contentedly. When they'd been together before, even the times she'd been able to stay the night, they had both been so wiped out with need after days apart and sneaking around that they usually fell asleep quickly after sex. Now, however, they could luxuriate in these simple, romantic moments of lying quietly beside each other.
"I like that," she purred, leaning in to leave a lingering kiss above his heart. He smiled down at her and kept up his caresses against her back. She let herself relax in his arms, closing her eyes for several minutes and just enjoying being with him. "Mmm, I wish I could just stay like this," she said sleepily.
"You can sleep over," he offered with a chuckle.
She looked up at him with a regretful smile. "I want to, but I should probably get home. I told my mom I'd be back by 12."
"It's cool," he said, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her forehead. "I'll see you for our date on Sunday anyway," he added with a smirk.
She giggled. "And tomorrow?" she asked, hoping he was free. "Lunch or dinner at Pop's?"
A grin spread over his face. "Both?" he teased.
She sat up to kiss his lips once more. "Deal."
After several more minutes of cuddling, she forced herself to get up and leave his embrace, noting sadly it was already 11 pm. He stood up too, offering to take her home. She put on her underwear, rolling her eyes amiably at Jughead's pleased snicker upon seeing the wet stain on them. As she pulled the tights up her legs, Jughead slipped his boxers and t-shirt back on. He touched the small of her back affectionately as he made his way out to the living room and kitchen to collect the rest of his clothes. She followed him out, heading to the bathroom. She freshened up and pulled on her bra, sweater and skirt, before going to join him in the living room. He had put his jeans back on and was sitting on the couch munching happily on one of the blueberry muffins.
"Betts," he said, after swallowing a huge bite. "These are incredible. Can you make them every week?"
She offered him a replica of his signature smirk. "Well, that depends."
"Oh yeah?" he asked flirtatiously. "On what?"
"How good of a boyfriend you are that week," she responded, just the hint of a blush tinting her cheeks.
His face broke into a wide, boyish smile and she smiled back, neither of them needing to say anything else.
