Betty's momentarily mystified by the kiss. Jughead's mouth is soft and inviting against her lips. Her hands continue to grip the stool, unsure of where to place them.

She feels his lips part. His tongue tickles her mouth and she invites him without any thoughts of hesitation. Her heart beat is throbbing, pounding in her ears, practically able to feel her blood coursing through her veins. His breath is warm on her skin and she moans into him.

Jughead tucks a hand around the back of her neck, weaving his fingers through her delicate curls. She lifts her hands up to his shoulders, astonished to the feel the muscles hidden there as she holds onto him.

"What are we doing?" She breathes, continuously assaulting his mouth with her tongue. Her lips are alight with a burning desire to inhale him in the most intimate of ways. His thumb rubs smooth circles into the side of her cheek and she wonders if he can feel the fire he's ignited on her skin.

"Whatever you want," he steps back to catch his breath. There's this unfamiliar darkness behind his eyes and all Betty wants is to be swallowed up within it.

"I want you, Jughead." She pulls him back into her, kissing him softly. "Just not here, in this way."

His Adam's apple bobs in his throat, nodding in silent agreement. "Get dressed while I collect my things."

Betty picks up Ronnie's robe from the floor and tip toes back behind the divider. She throws her clothes on over her bare body in a chaotic mess, not caring if her shirt's on backwards or inside out. Her brain is swimming, still able to feel the lingering touch of his hands on her skin. She hated to admit it but Ronnie had been right, she'd just chosen to ignore all the signs.

"Are you ready Betty?" Jughead calls from the center of the room. Betty walks over to him and clasps his awaiting hand. His grip is firm and supportive while his thumb traces lines over hers.

The walk home is silent, Betty's too nervous to say anything, afraid she may ruin the moment before they return to the apartment. In a way the silence is comforting for Betty, she's able to regain control of her thoughts and her actions, despite having Jughead's fingers intertwined with hers.

Upon arriving, Betty's hands start to jitter. She let's go of Jughead's hand, allowing him to open the door while she follows him inside. Jughead sets his equipment on the table and before she has a chance to say or do anything Jughead's arms are wrapped around her waist pulling her into him. His mouth is at her neck, grazing the smooth skin with his teeth. He removes a hand from her waist and locks the door. "In case Ron or Archie decide to stop by." He whispers.

Betty's mind fogs over as Jughead's lips move over her skin. From her neck to her ear, he kisses and nibbles her gently, sending shivers down her spine. She puts her hands in his hair and his old, wool beanie falls silently to the floor, easily forgotten. Jughead groans when she tugs on his dark locks and his touch becomes rougher.

He lifts her up, grabbing her ass and holding her there against the door. He leaves no room for empty space between their bodies. He's hard and throbbing beside her thigh and she lets out an inaudible moan. She's breathless, lifting his chin and meeting him for a kiss. Their lips part, their teeth knock and their tongues clash, desperately clinging to the other. It's urgent and passionate and Betty wants him more than she's wanted anything in her entire life.

His mouth is like fire on her skin and together they disintegrate into smoke. "Bed. Now." The words are unintelligible as they slip from her lips but Jughead somehow still understands what she wants. He sets her back down on her feet and they stumble through the apartment. They bump into the walls, removing their clothes as they go.

Betty follows Jughead into his room. She sneaks her fingers through the belt loops in his jeans and pulls him to her. Her mouth is hot on his neck, dragging her tongue along his collar and over to his shoulder. Her fingers fumble as she unbuttons and unzips him from his jeans, shoving them to the ground in a pool around his ankles.

Jughead falls to the bed, pulling her down on top of him. Her hair gets caught in his mouth but neither of them cares. She can feel his hands roam down her back, tracing the arc of her spine. Betty trembles beneath his touch, her breath staggering in the back of her throat, momentarily entranced. He continues to move down, grabbing her ass and giving her a light slap.

She rolls onto the bed beside while he takes the time to kick off his boxer briefs. Betty takes the time to admire his body, the lean muscles in his chest and stomach. She reaches out; tickling the hair beneath his belly button, slowly tip toeing her fingers lower until she's wrapped around his length.

Jughead lets out a strangled moan and turns to face her. He bows his head forward, taking her nipple into his mouth while he rubs the other between his forefinger and thumb. His tongue traces circles along her breast and Betty bucks her hips up in desire.

Betty removes her hand from his length and grabs his wrist. She forces his hand down between her legs. "Touch me," she begs.

Jughead tickles her inner thigh with his soft, delicate touch. He teases her, dancing his fingers along her most intimate of places. He lifts his lips to her mouth, swallowing her moan as he dips a finger between her curves. Betty loses herself within him. His fingers find her clit, rubbing back and forth along the sensitive skin. She grips the sheets beneath her while her other hand disappears in his hair. She yanks on the soft strands, eliciting an almost animalistic growl from his lips.

"I need you," Jughead groans, rolling himself over into the space between her legs. His hands are vice grips on her hips, lifting her up slightly to meet him. He teases her with his cock, dragging it along her folds before forcing himself inside her.

She can't even begin to fathom what's happening. Jughead's 7 inches inside of her and Betty's desperate for everything he has to offer her. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. Betty traces her fingers along the smooth skin of his chest, never wanting this moment to end. The late afternoon light seeps in through his blinds and Betty admires his face. His teeth dig into his bottom lip, concentrating on nothing else but fucking her. The sight makes her insides squirm and she wants this feeling to last forever.

Betty grabs his face, pulling him in for a rocky kiss. Together, their bodies are a mixture of anxious hands and shallow breaths. Betty's eyes flutter closed and arches her back to meet him with every thrust. She drags her nails up and down Jughead's back, reveling in the sounds he makes for her.

Jughead continues to thrust into her and Betty cries, "H-harder. H-harder Jug." He picks up the pace, driving his cock deeper inside of her with every rock of his hips. She's so close.

Her legs begin to tighten. Betty reaches down and touches herself, dragging her fingers over her clit in fast little circles. She's desperate for that high. Sweat drips from Jughead's forehead onto her skin and she moans, her toes curling as her body trembles in ecstasy. Jughead follows shortly after, releasing himself from inside of her just in time, showering her stomach with strings of sticky white cum.

"One second," he huffs, reaching for the box of Kleenex on his night stands. He removes the excess mess from the tip of his cock before wiping the substance off her belly. He tosses the tissue on the floor and collapses on the bed beside her. "Wow. You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

Betty blushes and kisses his shoulder. Her lips are tender and sore but she doesn't care. "That was amazing."

Jughead nods and rests his head into the crook between Betty's neck and shoulder. He wraps a heavy arm around her chest and snuggles up against her.

Betty finds his hand and lazily grazes his fingers as she sighs. "Can we do that again?"

He laughs and kisses the length of her collar bone. "Sure. Just feed me first."