Chapter 8

"Morning Betty," Jughead smiles as his girlfriend walks into the kitchen wearing only one of his shirts and a pair of lacy pink panties.

"Morning Juggy," she smiles back as she turns and pours herself a glass of juice from the fridge.

"Are you okay? After last night…" he askes hesitantly.

"I'm fine, actually it felt good to get some anger out," She smiled, perching on his lap.

"Well I'm glad you're feeling okay about it all, have you got any plans today?" His fingers trace along her thighs.

"I think I'm going to head out to the river, take my sketchbook and relax out there," she smiled, kissing his cheek tenderly as his face creased into deep worry lines.

"I'll come with you," he said firmly.

"No," Betty shook her head, "I need some alone time. Some time for just me to relax and unwind."

"You know what I said Betty, you're not to go anywhere without someone. What if whoever snuck in the house follows you?"

"I'll be fine, I'll take Hot Dog with me and I will make sure my phone is on at all time," she was trying to reassure him, she'd expected him to argue with her.

"No Betty," He lifted her off his lap and stood up, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

"Jug just liste…."

"No, after all that happened you still expect me to let you go wandering about in the woods on your own?" pacing around the small kitchen Jughead wiped his face harshly.

"Jughead, baby I know you're worried and yes I'm scared about what happened yesterday morning; but last night letting all that anger out, it empowered me. I felt alive and saying it out loud at Josh helped," taking his hands in hers she smiled at him. "I'm going to be okay Juggy, how can I relax when one of the boys are sat watching me?"

Jughead paced around the kitchen, his hands tussling through his hair over and over again, a sign that he was frustrated. Betty just watched him, her face soft and hopeful. She knew he was only worried about her but she just wanted him to understand.

Outside the clouds had started to part, letting the morning sun cast shadows across the driveway of the trailer. The woods lining the edging of the trailer park and the driveway were dark with a golden glow highlighting the edges of the tree trunks. A dark shadowed figure watched through the window as Jughead and Betty spoke, he could see that the discussion was heated, and he couldn't help but smile. The phone rung in his jean's pockets, slowly he pulled it out, answered it and put it to his ear.

"Hello…Yes I'm watching…. Think she's going out soon boss…Sure thing." Then he hung up and placed his phone back where it came from. Zipping up his coat, Jett smiled as Betty walked around inside the trailer, undressing as she went, grabbing clean clothes from inside the closet. His eyes followed her as she slowly unbuttoned the chequered shirt, exposing her perk breasts. Her face split into a beaming smile and it looked as if she was staring straight at him. He straightened slightly, hopeful that she was performing for him when Jughead appeared from the doorway of the bedroom and walked towards her. As he neared, he reached behind his head and pulled his t-shirt off in a quick easy movement. Betty closed the gap, throwing her arms around him as he buried his face into her neck, kissing her just where he could tell she liked it. His arms reached round and cupped her buttocks, gripping them intensely, Jett could see the pink peachy skin go white with the pressure of Jughead's fingers. Jughead lifted Betty up, she automatically wrapped her legs round his waist and their bodies pressure together, her breasts disappearing as they got squashed against Jughead's chest. Jett clenched his fists, watching from the shadows and she fumbled for Jughead's zipper. How he wished it was him in there, he imagined the feeling of her skin against his, her hard nipples pressed against him, he could just imagine the feeling of them in his mouth his tongue rolling over them. He felt his groin harden as Betty's panties were pushed off her feet. Betty pushed her lips against Jughead's, and Jett once again felt a pang of jealously. His jealous thoughts were disrupted by a loud, high pitched moan echoing from the trailer, Jett's eyes whizzed back to the window as Jughead held Betty's waist in place. She was still wrapped around his body as he stood in the middle of the bedroom. He bounced her petite frame up and down and Jett could hear the barely audible cries of passion. Jett saw a cloud of red mist blur his vision and he watched Betty's body tighten, her head fell back as the orgasm ripped through her body. Reaching round the back of his trousers he gripped the cold metal gun tucked away in his waistband. He began to slowly pull the gun out when a motorbike roared into the driveway. Quickly he pushed it back and stepped further behind the tree. He peered round the corner as the freshly sexed out couple fumbled quickly for clothes as their unexpected guest standing sheepishly at the front door. They would never realized how lucky that unexpected visitor was for them.