"Betty? Betty, I'm home for lunch." Alice Cooper called up the stairs.
Shit. No.
Betty took a deep breath, trying to regulate her breathing.
"Okay, Mom. I'll be right down." She called back, hoping to satiate Alice Cooper from coming up the stairs to check on Betty.
She looked at Jughead hovering above her, his eyes wide with fear. He was breathing heavily, so Betty raised her hand and covered Jughead's mouth.
"Okay," She whispered. "I'm going to go down and have lunch with my mom. You have to hide, just in case." She took another deep breath. "I'm sorry, Juggie, she doesn't usually come home for lunch."
Jughead nodded and breathed through his nose. Betty slowly took her hand off Jughead's mouth. "It's okay Bets." He whispered.
Jughead was still above her, propping himself up with his hands. He was scared to move. Alice Cooper had hearing like a hawk.
"Okay, if we get up and walk at the same time, she shouldn't be able to tell."
Jughead nodded, and let Betty out from under him. They sat up on the bed, then set their feet on the floor.
"One, two, three."
They both stood.
"Uh, Betty?" Jughead started.
Betty cocked her eyebrow.
"You might want a shirt."
"Shit." Betty murmured, scrambling in her bedsheets to find her shirt and Jughead's.
She handed him his shirt and pants, trying not to make any noise as she did so. She put her shirt on, then looked at Jughead who was just holding his clothing in front of him.
"Okay," She whispered again. "We're going to walk over to my dresser." They walked in unison, stopping so Betty could wiggle into a pair of yoga shorts.
"Betty? What's taking so long?" They heard Alice call.
Jughead's eyes bugged out.
"I'm coming!" Betty called.
Betty pointed to the closet, and they walked in unison once more. Jughead just stood there as Betty closed the closet door on him, and apologetic smile on her face.
She ran a hand through her hair, then walked out into the hall just as Alice placed her foot on the bottom stair.
"What's for lunch?" Betty smiled, hoping that she sounded convincing.
"I'm thinking salad," Alice answered. "You sounded like a herd of elephants up there."
Betty rolled her eyes as she decended the stairs, happy that her mother didn't know the truth. She'd take the insult.
About 40 minutes later, Betty raced up the stairs.
"Jughead!" She murmured to herself, an apple in hand. The poor boy had been there for half the day and hadn't had anything to eat.
She rushed down the hall.
Betty pulled open her closet door to see Jughead exactly how she had left him. He was now sitting, but he held his clothing in his hands.
"There's my girl." Jughead said, a smile spreading across his face.
Betty blushed and extended a hand to help him up.
A slow smile crossed Jughead's face as he took Betty's hand and stood. "That was close, Bets. Your mom terrifies me."
Betty nodded. "Me too." She took a long look at Jughead, still in his boxer breifs. "You know, Jug, I like that look on you."
Jughead cocked his eyebrow. "You do?"
Betty nodded slowly.
Jughead took a step out of the closet. "Betty?"
Betty played with the hem of her shirt. "Where were we?" She pulled her tanktop back off in one fluid motion.
Jughead felt himself pulled toward Betty, as if magnetized. Their lips crashed together, needing to be as close as possible. He couldn't get enough.
He slipped his tongue into Betty's mouth, hearing her moan as he did so. He held her face with one hand, carressing her cheek. The other hand was on her hip.
He placed kisses down her jaw and along her neck.
"Betty?" He whispered.
"Mhm?" She answered, not really focused on his words. She was only thinking about how good this felt.
Jughead took a deep breath. He was not experienced with this sort of thing. But clearly, she was as into it as he was. "Betty, I think these were off, too." He played with the waistline of Betty's yoga shorts.
Betty smiled, "I think you're right." She pulled them down so she was left in just her panties, like before.
She grabbed Jughead's hand and led him back over to the bed.
Jughead sat down first, staring up at his beautiful girl. Betty straddled his lap, placing soft kisses on each side of his neck. She was increasingly aware of how little fabric was between them right then.
Betty pushed Jughead gently backwards, having him lay down. She trailed kisses down his chest, then back up to his lips. He caught her lips between his, a fever racing through him. She started to grind against him, breaking the kiss so she could catch her breath.
Jughead grabbed her by the back of her thighs and flipped her over against the bed. He deepened the kiss once again, trailing his hand over her body.
Betty broke the kiss once more, breathing hard. "Jughead?" She breathed.
Jughead took a deep breath, and looked Betty in the eye.
"Do you want to?" She asked.
Jughead nodded, and kissed her slowly once more. "Do you want to?" He breathed.
Betty nodded and resumed the kiss. Then in one swift motion, she hooked her index finger in her boyshorts and slid them down her legs.
Jughead gulped. This was happening.
"Wait," Betty murmured. "Do you have a condom?"
"In my wallet." Jughead reached for his jeans, crumpled on the floor.
He fished it out and rejoined Betty on the bed. She had an eyebrow cocked at him in curiosity.
"In case of emergencies." Jughead laughed.
Jughead removed his underwear, then kissed Betty once more.
"You're sure?" He asked.
"Of course I'm sure." She whispered.