They barely make it through the door before their lips crash into one another like waves along the ocean's shore. Jughead can't think, he can't breathe. All he can do is kiss her back, a mess of frantic tongues, twisting and turning in a dance all their own. They kick off their shoes and shove their jackets to the floor, refusing to break apart their lips. He breathes Betty in, taking a snapshot in his mind so he can remember this moment forever.
She presses her body against his, forcing his back up against a wall in the hallway. The back of his head hits a photo frame but Jughead barely registers the pain. Betty's fingers are flickering flames against his skin as they sneak their way beneath his cotton tee, leaving a path of white hot fire in their wake. The muscles in his abdomen constrict at her touch and Jughead releases a growl when her nails pierce his stomach.
He never expected Betty to be so fucking dominating.
Jughead's hands grab hold of Betty's face and push her away only slightly. He needs a moment to catch his breath. His thumb caresses Betty's bottom lip, pulling it from the hold her teeth have on it. Her eyes are clouded over with the black from her pupils. Jughead feels a familiar turning in his stomach and he kisses her lips once more, softer than before.
"What are doing to me Betty?" he mumbles and she grabs his hand, leading him to her room.
"That depends, what do you want me to do to you?" She scurries to push the textbooks off her bed. Loose pieces of notebook paper fall to the floor like the feathers, the books falling and crashing when they reach the ground.
Her words are subtitles flashing in front of his eyes and his blood drums in his ears. "Everything." He pleads.
Jughead watches Betty crouch down and retrieve a shoe box from underneath her bed. He looks at her with a questioning gaze and removes the shirt from his back. "Did I say you could take that off?" Betty glares.
He stills beneath her haunting eyes with the fabric dangling from his fingers. Something about Betty's tone flips him like a switch. The growing ache in his crotch is unbearable and he grabs himself, wincing at the sweet friction. "I didn't know I needed your permission."
Betty places the box on her bed and walks over to him, pulling the ponytail from her hair, closing the gap between them. She rolls her hips up against his and purrs. "My room. My rules."
She pulls him by the belt loops of his jeans back towards her bed. Jughead peeks a look into her box and he whistles softly. Betty turns on the light atop of her nightstand and sits beside Jughead on the bed, her hands placed gracefully in her lap, twiddling her thumbs. "Am I being too forward?" Betty asks him, a nervous shake in her voice.
Jughead animatedly shakes his head. If only she knew just how damn excited he was to use one of Betty's toys on her. She was letting all of her guards down and inviting him into the twisted ongoings of her mind, but it only made Jughead fall for her more. Betty was no longer this delicate little flower drowning in her own insecurities. She was kinky and unhinged with a simmering fire in her eyes that was desperate to run wild.
"Of course not. Besides you won the bet." Jughead grabs an item from the box and inspects it with interest. "My body is all yours."
Soon they are nothing but a mess of naked bodies panting and heaving as they kiss and suck at each other's lips and necks. Desperate hands find their way into Jughead's hair and he groans at the force behind Betty's tug. He opens his eyes and scans her face. Her bruised neck and rose colored cheeks are all he sees. Betty is a sea of colors and he dives willingly into her, letting his lips linger as they spatter kisses along her collar bone. He's shaking with need but Betty won't let him have her, not in the way he wants her.
She pushes him off of her and rummages in the box at her feet, pulling out a small metallic bullet, attached by a wire to a battery pack. "Lean on your knees next to me." She tells him breathlessly.
Jughead obliges, his knees sinking into the mattress. "No up here, by my head." She corrects him and Jughead feels a new rush heat flow down to his cock.
Betty lies flat against the bed and Jughead places a knee behind her head, the other beneath her shoulder. He's about to say something when he hears the echoing of a vibration down near Betty's thighs.
With her a free hand she grabs ahold of his fingers and places them against her breast. "Touch me." She moans.
Jughead watches as Betty uses the toy on herself, her legs spread open wide and quaking from the vibrations. Her lips are parted and her teeth are clenched, her eyes wide open. Jughead's dick is hard and throbbing, bobbing just above her chin and he wonders when she's going to touch him. His fingers twist and flick against the perk of her nipple and he groans, giving up and rubbing himself with his other hand.
"Yesss." Betty mewls. "Touch yourself. I want to watch."
Jughead glides over his hand in a practice he's perfected since he was 13. Betty lifts her face and puckers her lips, kissing the tip of his reddened cock seductively. "You're such a fucking tease." Jughead groans, missing the feeling of her lips on him. "Put your mouth on me."
Like the Cheshire Cat Betty grins beneath him. She parts her lips and darts her tongue out to taste him and all Jughead's resolve crumbles. He yearns to feel the warmth of her mouth wrapped around him. He pushes himself past her lips and taps his tip against the hollow of her cheek. Her tongue flutters around his shaft and he bucks uncontrollably into her mouth, forgetting about everything else and letting his head fall back with pleasure.
Betty removes her lips from him and he frowns. "What?" Jughead blinks and looks down at her.
She pouts and releases her grip on the sheets underneath her. She rubs her nipples tenderly. "Lick me right here." She begs, writhing from a rather violent vibration between her legs. "I want to watch."
Jughead sits back and bows over her, pressing gentle kisses against her breast. He flits his tongue over her nipple, swirling circles around the rosy buds. Out of his peripheral he can see Betty's mouth fall limp in the shape of an 'O', swearing under her breath about how good his lips feel on her skin.
As if reading his mind, she reaches over and grabs his cock, rubbing the lonely appendage slowly. He smiles around her, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub of her breast.
"Wait stop." Betty breathes. Her eyes are so fucking dark and green that Jughead swears he could come if he looked into them long enough.
Betty shoves him off of her and commands him to lay down his back. Without hesitation he does as he's told and Betty places herself on top of him, straddling his shoulders, practically sitting on his face. She hands him the little bullet. "Use it on me," she breathes and suddenly Jughead feels the warmth of her mouth around his cock once more and he melts on her tongue.
With a hand on her ass, Jughead forces Betty's hips down to meet his mouth. While his tongue swirls around her wet center, he holds the vibrator to her clit, jerking it in small circles around her most intimate of parts.
Her body is an earthquake, with shaking thighs and panting breaths. Jughead continues his ministrations with his tongue, dipping it past her quivering lips and letting her sweetness captivate his senses. She's like nothing he's ever tasted. It's delicious and sexy and tantalizingly sweet on his tongue.
Jughead feels Betty remove her lips from his straining cock. She bites the inner side of this thigh, crying out. "I'm so fucking close Juggie." At her request he's on mission. He rubs the bullet through her folds and removes his tongue from her center, replacing it with nimble fingers. His wrists begin to hurt but he doesn't have a care in the world except for making Betty fall apart at the seams.
Desperate, breathless moans tumble from her lips. Her thighs squeeze the sides of his head and he tastes her come on his tongue. Her body rumbles as she reaches her release.
Betty rolls off him and looks up at the ceiling, her green eyes glazed over from the rush of her orgasm.
"We're not done yet." Jughead says, tossing the toy to the side.
Jughead kneels on the bed and places himself between her legs. She's so fucking wet as he forces himself deep inside her. Betty groans and lies there limply. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her chest rises and falls at an alarming rate. "Harder, harder-oh-harder." She pleads to him, digging her fingers deep in her hair, giving her something to hold as he thrusts with vigilance.
He fumbles for the bullet resting at the end of the bed and turns it on, pressing against her once more. "Fuck me-ee." Betty groans.
He watches her eyes roll back in her head and she's quick to come once more. Her stomach squirms and her lips quiver. She trembles beneath him and Jughead groans, following her orgasm with his own. He pulls out quickly, making a mess on her sheets as he rides out his high.
They lay together, a mix of sweaty limbs and collapsing chests as they scramble to catch their breaths. Jughead buries his face into Betty's chest and licks the salty sweat from her skin.
"Holy shit." Betty pants, her body still jittering from the sex.
"You're telling me." Jughead smiles and kisses her lazily. Her tongue is soft and slow as it moves with his. "Let's just lay like this forever."
Betty agrees until she shifts her body and her thigh rolls into Jughead's cum. "On second thought, I have a feeling your bed is a lot cleaner than mine right now."
Jughead laughs and pulls Betty from the bed. She says something about a shower and Jughead's ears perk up. "I'll be out in a few minutes." She leaves him with a fleeting kiss standing alone in the center of her bedroom. He looks to her bed and the mess he made and a joke about deflowering her floral sheets comes to mind. His body shakes with laughter and decides to follow Betty into the bathroom. She never said he couldn't join her.
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The weeks that follow are some of the best of Betty's life. The end of the semester is on the horizon and the weather has finally turned to spring. Flowers are in bloom and love is literally in the air surrounding her.
In the midst of work and school, all she can think about is Jughead. Every waking moment of every day he consumes her very being and it shakes her to the core. She always considered herself a rather happy-go-lucky person, but she's never smiled or laughed as much as she has in the last month.
"Betty!" Ronnie greets her with a smile and slides into the seat across from her. She brings with her a soy mocha whatever iced coffee for herself and an herbal tea for Betty. "It's been too long B."
Betty nods and dips the tea bag into the steaming water, watching as the droplets fall from the bag. "I know. You'd think we'd see each other more often, living across the hall from each other."
Ronnie arches a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Don't act like I haven't tried. You've been wrapped up in your little love story with Jughead. How is everything?"
Betty takes a sip of her tea and sputters at the temperature. "Everything is… He's amazing." Butterflies flutter in her stomach and a familiar heat develops between her thighs. Her cheeks turn a magnificent shade of red. "He's so funny and smart and so talented."
"…in bed?" Ronnie adds and the girls giggle with shame. "I'm only kidding. How is the knight in a woolen beanie? Still as good as the first taste?"
"Even better!" Betty gushes. Despite the last time she'd told Ronnie all about their sexual encounters, Betty still entrusted her friend with the juicy details. She was the only girl she could gossip with. Before Ronnie had come into her life her confidant was her old friend Kevin. But Kevin was halfway across the country in California, following his dreams of becoming an actor. He'd only ever starred in commercials thus far though.
"What about you and Archie?" Betty asks. "Everything OK in paradise?"
Ronnie takes an animated sip of her iced drink before she dives into a soliloquy. "We are wonderful. His band just signed a record deal with a local recording company, so we've been celebrating every night this week. As for me, I'm just continuing to struggle growing my soon to be glamorous fashion empire. Two weeks left and I'll have my Master's in Fashion Merchandising and Design. Isn't that crazy, me with a Master's Degree? Daddy's really excited. He and my mom are flying out next week to watch me walk."
"Wow, have I really missed that much?"
Ronnie gives her pointed look. "Life doesn't stop just because you begin shacking up with your roommate, B."
Her words come with a bite and Betty sits back in her chair rather uncomfortably. "It's not just Jughead keeping me at bay," she explains. "Finals are next week and I am up to here with stress." Betty taps her shoulder to help emphasize her point.
"Betty I wasn't – I didn't mean it that way okay? Forgive me?"
Betty gives in and nods her head, taking another sip of her tea. "All is forgiven. Once the next week is over, everything will be back to normal. We'll go out to one of Archie's shows like old times." She reaches across the table and pats a comforting hand over Ronnie's. "I promise."
Ronnie's teeth shine when she smiles. "I'll mark it in my calendar."
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It's the third day in a row Betty has slammed the door when she arrives home after school. Jughead glances over at her and notices the bags beneath her eyes and the forced smile on her lips when she sees him.
"That bad?" Jughead asks as she crosses the threshold into the living room. She slumps down into the armchair like a zombie and slowly slides her body off the cushions, falling to the floor with a surprising amount of grace and fluidity.
"I don't want to talk about it." Betty mumbles, her voice almost inaudible considering her face is buried in the carpet.
Jughead gets up from the couch and stoops down to her level, rubbing an affectionate hand over her back in order to soothe away her worries. "At least it's over, right?"
Her blonde head nods but she says nothing. Afraid she may suffocate herself, Jughead tucks his arms beneath her body and rolls her over. He leans forward and peppers a kiss to the tip of her nose.
"I need a drink. Or ten."
Jughead smiles and kisses her again, his mouth lingering against her soft lips. "You're in luck. Archie's playing at the Starlight tonight. Ronnie invited us along, if you want to go?"
Betty sighs and forces herself up onto her elbows. "Let me go get changed."
Fifteen minutes later she enters the kitchen in a red halter dress and pair of nude pumps. Her hair frames her face in cascading waves and her lips are painted cherry red. Jughead fights off the urge to tell her he loves her. The timing's not right. Not yet.
"You are a sight for sore eyes Betty Cooper." He comments, switching his weight from one foot to the other and dropping his gaze, a modest smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
She does a small curtsy and hands him some cash and her ID. "Mind being my personal wallet for tonight? This dress is amazing but it doesn't have pockets."
Jughead pockets her items and grabs her hand, giving her a spin in the kitchen, watching the way her dress billows as she twirls. "Come on. Ronnie's waiting for us outside the building."
Together the three of them hail a cab to the bar at the other side of town. Betty sits between them and drones on about school and her finals, stressing over the fact that she thinks she failed. Neither Jughead nor Ronnie can get her to shut up until they arrive, Jughead forcing a shot into her hand as soon as they walk into the bar.
"Take this for me, please."
Ronnie runs off to meet Archie and Betty accepts the shot from Jughead and eyes it apprehensively. She coughs the liquor down but swallows every drop. "Better?" Jughead asks.
"Much. Thanks." She steps aside him and orders a Dirty Shirley.
"Dirty Shirley?" Jughead wonders aloud, eyebrows raised in questionable laughter.
Betty accepts the drink for the waitress behind the bar and opens up a tab with Jughead's debit card. She takes a sip and suddenly Jughead wishes that wasn't just a straw her scarlet lips were wrapped around. "You know what a Shirley Temple is, surely?" The pink of her tongue pops out to catch the straw once more and Jughead runs a hand through his hair, tugging on the ends for purchase. He left his beanie at home on the counter.
"Yeah." He breathes, catching the bar tender's attention once more and ordering himself a beer.
Betty grins. "Well a Dirty Shirley is basically that, just with vodka." She holds her drink out to him. "Want a taste?"
Jughead laughs and leans in to whisper in her ear. "Maybe later Darling." Her cheeks flush and he lifts the ice cold bottle to his lips and reaches for Betty's hand. "Let's get closer to the stage."
Ronnie joins them near the front and snakes her arm through Betty's. She looks up at Archie who just walked on the stage with stars in her eyes. "I love that boy so damn much." Ronnie tells Betty. Betty grips Jughead's hand a little tighter at the mention of the word love and turns to Ronnie.
"He loves you too Ron. So much." Archie smiles at his friends in the front row and begins with a few melodic strums from his guitar.
"Hey everyone! Thanks for coming out to see us play tonight. We are The Jock Blocks!"
Jughead sniggers at their name. When Archie had first told him about the band he'd formed with Jason Blossom and Reggie Mantle back in high school he couldn't believe it. And when he heard the name the Coke he'd been drinking sputtered from his mouth and went up his nose, stinging his eyes. He swears to this day that his sense of smell hasn't been the same since.
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As the night goes on Betty feels herself begin to sway, the alcohol gaining momentum in her system. Halfway through the night she removes the heels from her feet and tosses them into the corner near their table where their drinks sit unattended.
She spins herself in endless circles, switching between Ronnie and Jughead as her dance partners. All her worries disintegrate with the smoke from the machines on stage and she lets herself breathe for the first time in a week. She feels weightless and powerful in a dress as red as the one she's wearing and she laughs to herself. If her mother saw her now she'd probably lock her away in the attic for wearing something so revealing in public.
Archie's band finishes playing and he hops off the stage, wrapping Ronnie up in a kiss and Betty watches them with hearts in her eyes. She wants a love like the ones her friends share together. Her gaze flicks to Jughead and he's leaning against the table, hands in his pockets watching Betty on the dance floor in her element. 'Come here!' she mouths, waving him over.
He struts over to her in a few easy steps. "You rang?" he says, holding out a hand for her to take.
Betty swoons as she takes his hand, falling into his chest and dancing with him slowly even though the beat of the song is anything but relaxed.
She stands on the tips of her toes and finds herself getting lost in Jughead's ocean eyes. He's strong and steady, holding Betty in place when she fumbles with her footing. He is her anchor, her rock and she is the wave crashing into him like lightning in a storm. "I love this song." Betty slurs, rubbing her thumbs along the sides of his jawline. She imagines he was crafted by God himself, he's so ruggedly handsome.
Jughead grins sheepishly and catches her lips for a heart wrenching kiss. "You love every song remember?"
Betty grins against his lips and feels his hand trail down the small of her back, clutching her dress just below her bottom. "I could dance with you all night."
Jughead kisses her forehead and lets her go, spinning her around while she holds onto the tips of his fingers. "I could dance with you every night forever."
There are butterflies in Betty's heart, their wings tickling the walls of her chest. She dissolves under Jughead's alluring gaze. "Take me home Jughead."
He's quick to respond. "Go grab your shoes Baby. I'll get the tab."
Betty crouches down beneath the table and grabs her shoes, accidentally bumping her head on the table as she tries to stand back up. Thankfully Ronnie's there behind her to help her up. "Are you alright B?"
Betty nods and rubs her temple soothingly. "I'll be OK. Thank you for inviting us out tonight. We're going to head on out though." She stumbles when she steps forward to hug her best friend.
"Be safe girl. Text me when you get home."
Betty groans and her head aches. "I will if I remember. Enjoy the rest of your night."
Jughead appears at her side and leads Betty out of the bar and out onto the busy streets of Chicago. "Smells like rain." Jughead mentions while he signals for a taxi.
Just as soon as the driver pulls back on the road the sky opens up and it begins to pour. Sheets of rain splatter on the windshield. Their driver puts the wipers on full blast and Betty sinks into Jughead's arms. "You should be a meteorologist." She pushes back his sweat soaked hair and kisses his chin.
The ride back to their apartment is quick and painless. When they reach their destination Betty hops out of the cab and purposely steps into a puddle on the sidewalk.
"Betty what are you doing?" Jughead asks. "You're being crazy."
"Dance with me Jughead." She fists the fabric of her dress and kicks her legs up, splashing water at Jughead as she skips around in the rain. Betty notices the subtle roll of his eyes and he grabs her hand, spinning her around as the sky cries around them.
Thunder sounds and lightning illuminates the dark night sky. "Betty you're going to get us killed. And I'm too young to die."
"Are you wearing any metal?" Jughead shakes his head and leans back against the brick of their apartment building. "Then you have absolutely nothing to worry about."
Jughead kicks off the building with a thud and catches Betty off guard. He latches his hands onto her hips and lifts her into the air. Betty opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out, catching raindrops on her tongue. "I love the rain." She screams to the world. With slippery hands Jughead sets her back down on her feet.
"But it's so… wet." He states truthfully.
"It's romantic." Betty counters, raising her arms to the sky and twirling like a ballerina.
Jughead sighs and begins to spin beside her. "We don't need rain in order to be romantic Betty."
"Says you."
After a few more minutes of childlike playing in the storm Betty begins to shiver, the cold seeping into her bones. She rubs her hands over her shoulders and her teeth chatter. "Betty you're freezing. Let's go inside and warm each other up."
That night they lay together interwoven in each other's arms. Jughead's touch lingers on Betty's skin long after they finish making love. Jughead pulls the sheet over both of their heads and he kisses Betty senseless.
Jughead is her home, her safe haven. He falls asleep with her head on his chest and she listens to the rhythm of his heart as it beats in time with hers. Her fingers trace circles on the smooth skin above his belly button. She loves him.
Before dawn Betty wakes to a violent churning in her stomach. She groans and sneaks out of bed, heading for the bathroom. There she empties the contents of last night's rendezvous with remorse. Her head hurts from when she hit it on the table and she cries. There was no way she drank enough to make her sick.
Another lurch more violent than the last and Betty grips the porcelain toilet with shaky hands. She knows this isn't the alcohol's fault.
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and struggles to her feet. Running into the kitchen to find the calendar, she flips through the past month. No. No no no no no.
Abruptly she sneaks into her room and throws on some clothes. Tugging on some socks and a pair of shoes she heads down to the corner drugstore and buys a test. Every intimate moment that her and Jughead shared passes through her mind like a movie reel. She can't remember a time when he didn't pull out until it hits her like a ton of bricks to the stomach. The night after their dinner date with Ronnie and Archie, when they had sex on the couch, she remembers.
In an attempt to keep herself from fainting Betty shoves the test inside her jacket pocket, refusing her receipt. It's not like she'd be able to return it.
Tears sting the corners of her eyes and she takes her time walking home, letting her thoughts cloud out her rationality. She can't be with child. She's only 23 she's not ready to take care of another human being, another life form.
Her head spins and Betty falls to a bench on the sidewalk. With her head bent between her knees she breathes in and out like they taught her in yoga. Think happy thoughts she tells herself. Once she regains control of her breath she stands up and heads back home, back to Jughead. She can't hid from him forever.
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Jughead stumbles out of bed and throws on a pair of sweat pants. He calls out Betty's name but is awarded with no response. Instead of worrying he shrugs and heads for the kitchen, his stomach rumbling with hunger.
He makes himself a bowl of Captain Crunch, letting all the pieces submerge in the milk before taking a bite. Just as he reaches the spoon to his lips the door slams behind him.
"Hey Betty where di-" He stops midsentence. She looks like she's just seen a ghost. Her face is hauntingly white, the skin of her cheeks almost translucent in the harsh light of their kitchen. "Betty what's wrong?" Jughead drops the spoon on the table with a clatter and stands up. He grabs her face in his hands and rubs soothing circles into her cheeks. "Have you been crying?"
Betty finally finds the courage to speak and when she does Jughead dies a little bit inside. "We need to talk, Jughead."
No no no no no. Not after last night. This can't be happening to him right now. He loved her and he was almost certain she loved him back. Those four words were infamous for being the bearer of bad news. Afraid of what she may say Jughead closes his eyes and kiss her deeply, with every ounce of his being.
When he pulls back he searches her speckled green eyes for an answer. He's not ready to let her go.
"Betty you have to tell me what's wrong. Whatever it is, we can handle it. Please don't break up with me." He chokes on the last three words. "I love you."
Betty falls apart and buries her head in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Her tears spill out like a faucet on high pressure. Her body tremors violently while he rubs her back, attempting to calm her down. "Betty please don't cry. Betty look at me. Betty say something!"
She steps back and Jughead wipes the tears from her cheeks with the back of his hand. Her mouth moves but her words are quiet and Jughead can't make out what she's trying to tell him.
"What is it Betty, you have to speak up."
Betty takes a shaky breath and looks Jughead dead in the eyes. "I think I'm pregnant."