Chapter Four

Jughead

Once everyone has dispersed and the party is over, my dad comes over to me and shakes my hand, looking to Betty. He looks at us in complete disbelief. But there is an elation to his expression that reassures me.

"Congrats, Betty," he says and then turns to me. "And to you. You've got yourself a good queen."

"Yes, I do," I agree.

"You coming back to the trailer?" FP asks.

I look to Betty. She bites her bright red lip and tilts her eyes down. That is a familiar expression to me. I know exactly what she wants. I shake my head to my dad, moving a little closer to my queen.

"Not tonight," I say.

FP nods and then hits my shoulder, walking away.

"Be safe!" he shouts. I roll my eyes and turn to Betty.

"Where do you want to go?" I ask.

"We could stay by the fire," she says, resting her hands on my arms. I look down at her body, wanting her even more than I thought I could. She leans close to me, pressing her body close to mine.

"There are tents around," I say.

She looks to them way over by my trailer. I nod. She's right. They are way too close to us. I have a better idea anyway. I pick up my pack from the ground. I grab her hand and pull her around the water over to a small bridge. She follows me, confused but also laughing. She follows me, walking over the bridge to the other side of the woods.

"Where are we going?" she asks.

I drop the pack and open it up, pulling out my sleeping bag and pillow. She smiles as she watches me.

"Right here," I assure her. "We're not far from our people but they can't see us and we can barely see them. We're safe and we can be alone all night. What do you think?"

She starts helping me unpack the bag, spreading the sleeping back completely open so that we have something to lay on instead of something to sleep inside of. I throw the small pillow down onto the flat, fluffy fake bedding. I turn around to look at my queen, putting my hands on her waist.

"What are you doing?" she asks with a smile.

"I was thinking I would start with taking your clothes off and then see where it goes from there…" I say.

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you," she says.

I put my hands inside her jacket and push it off of her shoulders, laying it down on the ground. Our lips mash each other as she takes my jacket off. Kissing goes on for several long beautiful minutes before I put my hands under her shirt.

She gets the idea. She lets me pull it over her head. I put my arms around her, pressing her breasts into my chest. Our lips mangle. I trace them down her neck as I unbutton her pants, kissing over her chest and between either side of that light pink bra, down her stomach to her shorts. I pull them off and she steps out of them. I have to peel the tights from her body. I can hear her heavy breathing as I do this. She lets me pull them off and kiss back up her thigh, getting higher until I am right where she wants me.

Betty grabs my hat and pulls it off, returning her hand to my head as she pulls my hair. I kneel between her legs as I kiss and move on her. The grip on my hair tightens as I move faster. Then I stop and kiss back up her stomach, reaching around to unhook her bra. She lets it fall between us.

"This isn't fair," she says.

I am taken back but when I look at her face, I realize that she is happy. She is smirking at me with a sense of confidence that makes me want to throw her down on the blanket and push into her.

"No, I guess not," I agree, pulling my shirt over my head to discard it. Betty kisses my neck as she unbuttons my pants and pushes them down my hips. I let her do this. I had almost forgotten how badly I need her.

Her lips trace down my neck and chest before she is kneeling in front of me. I know exactly what she is going to do. Get back at me for the same thing I did to her. Then her mouth is on me and my head falls back. I let my hand grip her hair tight, trying not to pull but it's hard to remember how to control my muscles.

It is just seconds before she has me hot and needing her. I pull her up to standing and wrap my arms around her body. I make her look at me, keeping her close and grinding against her body.

"Why'd you stop me?" she asks.

"I thought you wanted to have sex," I say with a smirk.

She nods.

"If you keep going, we won't be able to," I tell her.

She smiles, thinking that she can keep her flushing face from me but I see it. I see those bright red cheeks. I happen to think it's sweet. I take her hands in mine and lead her down to the sleeping bag that we have set out. I lay her down underneath of me and kiss her neck. It is just seconds before she is leaning her body into mine.

"Please," she says.

"Please what?"

"Make love to me, Juggie," she begs.

I nod and lean down on her body, finally making us one. We kiss and I lose myself in her heat, her beauty and her body. She loses herself in my touch. Every kiss, every bite, every time I can feel her need me and I pull her hair, we are lost.

"Jughead!" she shouts.

Good thing we aren't near anyone.

"Jug, please," she says, wrapping her legs around my waist. I dig my hand into her hair as she arches into my body.

"I'm close," she says.

"I know."

I can feel it.

I am starting to lose it too but I want to watch her first. I beg myself for control as I moan into her ear. That is enough for her to arch her back and scream my name. She looks right into my eyes as I make my queen feel a level of pleasure that only I can give to her. Watching her blonde hair fly around her head and her eyes roll back makes my entire body throb to be closer to her. I can't stand it anymore.

"Betty," I moan.

"Let me feel you, Jug," she says in my ear.

That is all it takes before I am losing my rhythm and moaning in her ear, falling all over my counterpart.

I lay on top of her perfect body. I try to move but she puts her arms around me, letting me stay. I decide that staying is best anyway. I want to be close to her. This moment is the most safe and perfect any moment could be. Tomorrow, we will have to return to the problems of the world. But right now, in this moment we are nothing but perfect.