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Drawing back, he looked into her eyes. Apology was written there, but also joy in it's purest form. She blinked, and a wet droplet ran down her cheek. She wiped it away with a finger and looked at it in wonder.

"Betty, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. Are you okay? Why are you crying?" Words tumbled out of that mouth that had just been on hers. That mouth which she wanted back that moment. She sank to the ground as her knees gave out. Jug caught her and helped her sit on the edge of her bed. She just looked at the wall, past Jughead. But she didn't look out the window to Archie's house. After a long moment, the mattress became uneven as Jug sat down next to her. "Are you okay, Betty?" He spoke quietly. He placed a gentle hand on her knee, cautiously, as if afraid she would shatter.

Slowly her eyes lifted to meet his. When she could see the swirls of brown and green, a pain jabbed her chest. Her hand went to her heart, and another tear welled over, tracing a new path down her face. She inhaled sharply and tried to speak.

"I'm fine," she ground out. "I think I just need some rest." She looked down at the floor, but a hand caught her chin, made her look into his eyes.

"Betty." Jug said, "I need you to know that I'm sorry. I really shouldn't have done that. I've just wanted to do that for years." She huffed out a laugh.

"Years. Oh, Jughead. . ." Instead of finishing off her words, she leaned back in. She brushed her nose against his, then slowly reconnected their lips. After a moment, she locked her hands behind his neck and kissed him fiercely. He pulled her into his lap, her legs wrapped around his torso. He leaned in and nipped at her ear. She felt her back arch, begging for him to continue. His large hands were spread on her lower back, keeping her against him. She blushed at herself, sitting in her room, on her bed, with Jughead. Jughead.

"What about resting, Betts?" he whispered into her neck, kissing the spot under her earlobe. In response, she pulled him tighter.

"Forget it." She murmured, needing the feel of him.

His lips moved from her ear, down her neck, and Betty couldn't stop the shiver of pleasure that moved down her spine. He kissed his way across her collarbone, then back up to her ear. Betty tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his face back to hers. But then, they jumped apart at the sound of a bang. One of the doors downstairs opened and closed, and footsteps made their way up the stairs.

Heart pounding, Betty shoved Jug towards the window. "Go," she whispered, "Don't let my mom find you." He leaned in for one more kiss, but she dodged his mouth and kissed his neck. Smiling, he grabbed his bag and left.

Oh god. He was grinning like an idiot. It took all his self-control to make it down the ladder with his head spinning. He was high on Betty Cooper. Standing on solid ground, Jug brought his hand to his neck and brushed his fingertips over the spot where she had kissed him. Kissed him. He walked down the street and hopped on his motorcycle. Firing it up, he thought of Betty sitting behind him, arms tucked around his body, his back molding with her front.

Betty watched as Jughead climbed out of her bedroom window and down the ladder. She slid the window shut and locked it, thinking of how he made her heart stop when she saw him there. After changing into pajamas, she sank down onto her bed, pulling her knees up to her chest. She looked around her room as if for the first time. She wrinkled her nose at how girly it looked.

Her ponytail had gotten a bit messed up, so she pulled it out and let her locks fall around her shoulders. Something caught her eye. Under the window facing the Andrews' house, there was a striped, dark, object. She got up and walked over to it. It was Jughead's flannel, the one he always kept wrapped around his waist. Smiling, she bundled it up and hugged it. She slid it on over her thin shirt and marveled at the texture. She was about to get back in bed when her phone dinged. It was a message from Archie. 'Is that Jughead's?' She looked out the window to see Archie standing in his bedroom. She gave him a thumbs up and nodded, ignoring the fact that he seemed to have lost his shirt. Her phone buzzed again. 'How'd you get it?' She smiled an evil grin and sent back, 'He left it here'. Archie raised one eyebrow. She waved and drew the curtains shut, then hopped back in bed and fell asleep smiling.