Chapter 2: Affirmation

Betty heard the quick intake of his breath and smirked triumphantly, an action that was seemingly lost on Jughead who was now fundamentally gaping at her.

She knew what she wanted and wasn't one to hold back in her pursuits although this particular venture came with more risk of embarrassment and subsequent failure she was reassured to proceed after watching the way Jughead was for the past few days, her confidence was renewed and she resigned to put a plan in motion.

She had noticed that Jughead was on edge around her for the past week, she couldn't fathom what had caused it as they usually confide in each other about the smallest of things. There were times when he seemed to be avoiding her and others where he did not leave her side. Times where she had to bring him back form spacing out, once where she thought he might be getting the flu seeing how flushed he was. She went as far as getting him medication but he refused it saying he was fine; she was on the verge of confronting him about his sudden unusual behaviour when she learned what his real affliction was:

They were in the office of The Blue and Gold going over details on their murder board when a particular piece of the puzzle near the bottom end of the panel appeared misplaced. Betty bent to unpin it as she asked Jughead if he knew how it got there but was met with silence; she turned her head to check if he was still on the desk behind her and what she saw was both a shocker and yet a welcoming surprised.

Jughead eyes were practically glued to her ass … THEE Jughead Jones was ogling her and from the full blown pupils to the way he was gnawing at his bottom lip while his knuckles went white with the effort at which he was gripping the desk, told Betty that, whatever was going on in his mind had to be something woefully sinful.

All the pieces fell into place seeing him like that, she now understood why their kisses were more frequent and more lingering only for him to pull away, making nonsense excuses as to why he should leave, or that time he practically jumped out of his skin when she rested her hand on his thigh while sitting together at lunch. Jughead Jones was more juvenile that she thought and she rejoiced in that discovery.

Betty unearthing of his less than platonic attraction to her, birthed confidence and reassurance she was semi-consciously seeking; as it was recently she had begun to muse over why he never showed any interest outside of sharing her company or the occasional kisses that were usually kept chased, she knew he was not the typical teenage boy and she praised him for it but she also couldn't deny that she wanted more, she loved his company and his intellect and his dry humour but she wasn't blind to how attractive he was and it kicked her juvenile hormones into high gear.

Discovering that he wasn't as non-pulsed as he made it seemed Betty decided that she wanted to pay him back. For all the times he made her run hot while he remained completely oblivious as to how he affected her. For all the times he'd look up through those long dark lashes or when one side of his lips pulled up into a smirk before he breaks into the most breath-taking smile or just the way he dresses, there was something about him an those suspenders.

All those things fuelled fanciful fantasies of what it would be like to explore a more physical side to their relationship but her true fantasies didn't start until after the second morning that he moved next door.

Betty wasn't used to the idea of her boyfriend living a few steps away and to the idea that he was just one glance away just like Archie has been her whole life. So imagine her surprise when she threw her curtains open to the staggering sight of Jughead Jones throwing on one of his infamous 'S' marked T-shirt as his close fitting black jeans sat low on his hips. A thin trail of dark hair lead from his navel and disappeared along with the V of hips into the waist of his jeans. He was totally ignorant of his spectator and if Betty didn't have a firm grip on the window sill, she was sure she'd undoubtedly fall out.

Jughead was HOT, not just a little hot but a whole OMIGAAD WTF HOT!, Betty was flabbergasted at how he could have hidden that beautifully sculpted torso and biceps that flexed with the light movements of pulling on his shirt; how could she not know that her boyfriend was a freaking walking talking Adonis?

She never thought he was ruggedly handsome, no, she thought of him more as, beautiful. The raven crown of hair and the too long eyelashes that shaded sea green irises, his porcelain skin that freckled in a way that added to his loveliness, his broad lips and sharp nose. Those were features most girls envy.

She never thought that his angelic face and that body could go together but they did and because of the unexpectedness; it made him a whole new level attractive. It made her mind conjure images of the most erotic fantasies he and she had ever starred in, fantasies that weren't gentle in nature like they usually were but ones that were primal and all consuming. Seeing him like that encouraged her already lit fire to a brilliant raging flame; a flame she wanted him to quell as soon as possible since she feared imploding.

It wasn't her plan to seduce him at this particular moment but she couldn't deny the opportunity she was given and didn't think twice when she invited him up in the middle of her getting dressed, she thought it might be fun to ruffle his neatly laid feathers a little bit and she also thought it might be a good way to let him know that she was open to taking a more intimate step in their relationship.

What Betty didn't expect was for him to read her intentions so clearly or at least she assumed that's what was happening when he stalked forward; wrapped one hand around her waist while the other grab her by the nape of the neck; pulling her face to his; crashing their lips together.

Again… No beta… I'm sorry for any typos or grammatical errors :(

Chapter 3 is explicitly rated M for Make sure you can take the M in LeMons :D