Author's note: Again, smut warning. Enjoy :)


Before the crack of dawn, Jughead is already stretching out his limbs. He's always been an early riser and very rarely sleeps much past 4:00am. He slips away carefully and is relieved that Betty doesn't wake up, only stirs a bit before nuzzling into his pillow. Silently, he moves to the front seat and watches her sleep. He can't get over how naturally beautiful she is and it takes every ounce of his restraint not to run his fingers through her golden tresses. A pang of guilt begins to plague him as he watches her eyelids flicker. What they did- what he did- he never should have allowed it to happen. He took advantage of her and it's exactly what he was trying to avoid. Wiping his hand over his face, he sighs before starting the truck. Betty doesn't even stir with the rumble of the engine and he pulls the curtain closed so she's not awakened by the rising sun.

Betty stirs awake and nuzzles into the pillow beneath her head, smiling as she breathes in his scent. After stretching her arms over her head, she pulls back the curtain and rubs the sleep from her eyes as she moves to sit at the edge of the bed.

"What time is it," she asks groggily.

"Almost noon," he replies, keeping his focus on the road.

She moves lazily to the passenger's seat and he steals a quick glance, regretting it instantly. She's a goddess in his eyes, her long blonde hair tousled and thrown over her shoulder, the way his t-shirt swallows up her tiny frame and tucks between her long tan legs to conceal what he knows to be navy blue panties. She's undeniably beautiful, even right out of bed, and his restraint is thinning by the minute.

Getting up from her seat, Betty moves to stand behind his chair and slips her hands down the front of his chest, resting her chin on his shoulder. He takes a steadying breath as she pecks him on the cheek and he finds himself craving her touch, but he knows better. He's just taking her where she needs to go and last night should have never happened. With an awkward pat to her forearm, he leans away from her embrace. She takes the hint quickly and releases him, returning to her own seat.

"So, where are we right now," she asks in an attempt to soothe the tension between them.

"We're in Missouri, but we'll be in Illinois in a few hours," he tells her, keeping his eyes fixed on the road.

"Think we could stop for lunch," she asks cheerfully, "I don't know about you but I'm starved."

"Yea, alright. There's a place a few miles up the road that's decent," he says flatly. Betty nods before finding her jeans and pulling them on. She swaps Jughead's shirt for a clean one from her bag then takes a moment to make the bed and folds the shirt neatly, setting it at the foot of the bed. Retaking her seat in the front, she already hates the weird silence lingering between them.

Nearly twenty minutes later, Jughead pulls into a small family restaurant with a parking lot big enough to accommodate passing truckers. After cutting the engine, he gets out without a word and walks inside, not bothering to wait for her. Betty rolls her eyes at the sudden return of his standoffish attitude before grabbing her bag and following him inside. She makes her way into the bathroom first and takes a few minutes to wash her face in the sink, comb her hair out a bit and apply a new coat of deodorant. Pulling out her toothbrush, she gives her teeth a quick scrub before applying a thin coat of mascara and her favorite strawberry lip balm. Once satisfied with her appearance, she heads out to the booth she watched Jughead slip into.

"Took you long enough," he grumbles, "I ordered for you, you're having a chicken caesar wrap."

Betty absolutely refuses to give in to his grumpiness. "Sounds good," she smiles and he raises an eyebrow at her.

"So, we've been on the road for what, three days now," she says before taking a sip of the soda Jughead had taken the liberty to order for her. "How long do you think it'll take to get to New York."

"Uh, I don't know. My route ends in Kentucky," he shrugs. "It should be quick, just have to leave the trailer at a warehouse and then I'm headed home for about a week, or I was."

"Where do you live," she wonders.

"Michigan," he replies as the waitress brings over their food. They fall silent as their plates are set in front of them and offer a quick thanks to their waitress. Jughead digs into his burger hoping the chit chat is over for now, but Betty has other ideas.

"So, are we going straight to New York, or-"

"Well I'm not bringing you home with me," he grumbles through a mouthful of fries.

Betty decides to drop it for now and eats her wrap. It's very good and she'd be more than happy to let him continue ordering her meals. She's never been very adventurous when it comes to food and she never would have ordered this sandwich for herself having never tried one before.

The pair finish up and split the bill before heading back out to the truck. Once again, they fall into that unsettling quiet and barely a mile down the road, Betty can't take it anymore.

"Aright, what the hell is your problem today," she clips.

"My problem," he grits defensively, "You're my problem."

"Excuse me? What the hell did I do? You're the one giving me the cold shoulder," she argues and Jughead huffs a spiteful laugh.

"You're the one being a pain in my ass. Touching me and talking my ear off. Do you ever shut up," he clips.

"Are you shitting me? I'm so sorry I thought we connected last night when you shoved your dick down my throat. My mistake," she retorts sarcastically. "You know what, pull over!"

"What," he questions, shooting her a disgruntled glare.

"I said pull the fuck over or I will jump out of this god damn truck," she demands again.

Jughead scowls, but pulls over to the side of the road. Grabbing her bag and tossing it over her shoulder, she jumps out of the truck.

"Thanks for the ride. Have a nice life, and fuck you," she clips, slamming the door and storming off in the opposite direction with her thumb out.

Shaking his head in frustration, he makes the decision to leave her. Fuck her. He doesn't need her. She's been nothing but a thorn in his side. Good riddance. His nostrils flare as he pulls back onto the road and begins to drive, but he can't stop watching her retreat in his mirror. Was she really a pain in his ass? A little bit, but he's grown fond of her. He doesn't want to admit it, but he might actually have feelings for her, feelings he thought he'd never have.

"Fuck," he shouts, his fist coming down on the steering wheel. Haphazardly, he pulls off the road and quickly gets out of his truck, not even bothering to shut the door before stomping off in her direction. She hasn't made it far and he catches up with her quickly, grabbing her roughly by the arm and spinning her around to face him.

She's angry, her glare threatening enough to bring a man to his knees, but Jughead only scowls back.

"Get back in the truck," he demands through his teeth.

Betty yanks her hand away, "No. You made it pretty clear you're done with me. You got what you wanted now fuck off," she barks, then turns on her heels to walk away. Jughead quickly intersects her and blocks her way as she glares into him. She shoves him back and his jaw clenches as he steadies himself.

"Betty, get in the god damn truck," he growls, "I'm not leaving you out here." He's about ready to burst with frustration. How such a small woman can be so feisty blows his mind.

Betty shoves him again, getting in his face and digging a stern finger into his chest. "I said fuck off," she growls before laughing in his face, "What are you so worried about? Afraid someone might pick me up to get a quick load off? Oh but wait, you already did that," she scolds still laughing with rage. "You know, you almost had me fooled. Mr. Good guy. Oh you shouldn't sell yourself, I'll take you to New York. I'll keep you safe," she mocks. "Fuck you Jughead. I don't need you," she yells, shoving him backwards with a hard thump of her palms against his chest.

Jughead is nearly seething with anger. He feels like his blood is boiling and steam could burst from his ears at any second. She's really making him out to be a bad guy? He's done nothing but try to help her and he was only trying to keep himself from using her, but fuck does she make that difficult.

"I'm the bad guy? Are you shitting me," he laughs, "You really are a fucking princess. Bitch and moan when you don't get what you want and make the only person willing to put up with your shit out to be the problem. You know what Betty, fuck you. You should be so lucky I didn't take advantage of you sooner, the way you're always fucking teasing me." Taking a step forward, he gets right in her face, "So yea, I gave in and choked you with my cock and you fucking loved every god damned second of it," he whispers angrily. "Don't make me out to be the problem here princess."

Betty shoves him hard, his footing faltering as he stumbles back. He rights himself quickly and grits his teeth as he grabs her by the arms, his fingers sure to leave bruises on her skin. With a rough yank, their chests collide and Betty glares up at him as their noses come together. His jaw remains clenched, the angered rise and fall of his chest heaving against hers. He's scary this way, but part of her is aroused and she hates him for it. His fingers slip roughly into her hair and he tilts her head back with a handful of her golden locks. Their lips are so close, he can feel the heat of her rage fueled panting fan over his hard pressed mouth.

"You really fucking piss me off," he growls before taking her lips in a bruising kiss. Betty melts immediately against him, crashing her mouth against his and nipping at his lower lip with her teeth. He grinds himself against her, desperate to feel her heat against his straining arousal. She's so fucking hot when she's angry and he wants to destroy her. Betty pulls away to survey their surroundings quickly before knocking him to the ground. They roll together into the grassy ditch just out of sight from the cars passing by.

Jughead wastes no time in getting on top of her and impatiently yanks her jeans from her lower half. His impatience only allows him focus enough to shimmy his own pants down his hips before he thrusts himself inside her.

"Oh, fuck," she cries out as he fills her up completely, like no one else before him.

"You like that cock, don't you baby," he growls against her ear as he thrusts inside her with reckless abandon.

"Uh. Yea. Oh fuck me Juggy, fuck me harder," she moans and he obeys giving her everything he has, slamming their hips together almost painfully. Betty cries out as he hits that perfect spot inside her and he can feel her clenching around him, urging him to continue plowing into her. She screams his name and his hand comes down over her mouth as her climax crashes over her. The impossible squeeze of her inner walls around his aching member is too much to bear. He moans loudly into her ear, pulsing inside her and thrusting hard with each gush of his release before collapsing on top of her. They pant together before quickly righting themselves as they remember they're on the side of the road.

"Get in the truck," he demands gruffly as he buttons his jeans. He offers her a hand off the ground and she takes it before following him back to his truck a little ways down the road.