I edited this myself and I just wanted to get this chapter out so there is going to be more errors than usual.
If you would like to see Veronica and Cheryl's dresses they are on my tumblr bughead-fic-request.
There is a Scream reference in this chapter and it makes me so happy.
I hope you enjoy!
Jughead and Betty had no time together when they got back to Riverdale on Friday morning. She was whisked away on an all girls spa day to get ready for prom. Kevin was included as one of the girls which left Jughead to his own devices.
He got out of the clothes he had been wearing for nearly three days and took a long hot shower. He sung loudly to the songs that shuffled through his iPod. He knew no one could hear him and it felt nice to finally feel more like himself again.
After that he went to pick up his and Kevin's tuxes and whatever flowers Veronica had ordered for them. The girls weren't back when he arrived home so he made himself some lunch and watched an episode of a housewife show.
On a whim he picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts pushing a now familiar number.
"Dr. Evelyn Brown's office." A cheerful voice answered.
"Yeah, hi, this is Jug- I mean Forsythe Jones and I was wondering if Dr. Brown had any openings today? Even a half hour would be great." He informed, nervously tapping his fingers on the coffee table.
"Please hold a moment, I'll see what I can do." The receptionist put him on hold and Jughead bobbed his head to the Muzak that played. "Mr. Jones?"
"Yes?"
"She can see you at 3, does this time work for you?" She inquired.
"Yes, 3 is perfect." He replied happily.
"We'll see you then." She finished the conversation and hung up on him.
He tidied up, made a quick Amazon order and wasted the two hour wait driving around town until it was time for his appointment.
Jughead sat in the waiting room, reading all the daily headlines as he waited to be called in. The waiting room wasn't very big; the front desk sat against the wall where the door was, a large coffee table littered with magazines sat in the square space and there were only six chairs. He was the only one waiting.
His appointment started fifteen minutes late but he didn't mind once he sank into the comfy chair across from Dr. Brown.
"How are you today, Jughead?" She asked pushing her glasses up her broad nose. Her dark brown skin looked warm and smooth in the dim light of the room. Her dark tightly curled hair rested on her shoulders and surrounded her head like a halo.
"I'm okay. How are you?" He asked trying to be polite. He never knew how to start the sessions. How he was supposed to jump in and to get to the nitty gritty.
"I'm well, thank you for asking." She smiled staring intently at him. "What brings you in today?" She asked.
He shrugged. "I had some extra time and a lot of things have happened since I last saw you."
"Such as?" She prodded.
"Betty and I made up and..." He trailed off not sure if this was something he wanted to share. He realized that there was no point in holding anything back. "We also had sex."
"Does that upset you?" Dr. Brown inquired shifting in her seat.
Jughead's eyes widened. "What? No. No. It was amazing, she's amazing. It's just..." He trailed off again frustrated that he couldn't find the words he needed.
"Are you worried that she was disappointed by you as a lover?" She guessed.
"No, she was fine with everything. She knew it was my first time and was so understanding but she seemed so eager to do it again. She was so excited to be with me."
"Why does that worry you? It seems like you are confused by her reaction to your intimacy."
"Why? Why does she love me after everything I've done? Why would she stick around?"
"Do you not think you deserve her love? Her forgiveness?"
"No, I don't." He responded without thinking.
Dr. Brown glanced down at her notes before taking a deep breath. "If the roles were reversed and everything that happened to you, happened to Betty, would you forgive her?" She questioned with raised eyebrows.
Jughead thought about the question for a few moments before answering. "Of course, I would. I'd be upset for a little while but I love her. I would understand that getting over something isn't always easy and people act out."
"Then why is it so hard for you to accept that she would feel the same way about you?"
"I don't know. I'm a screw up. I need someone like her in my life but Betty…" He faltered trying find the right words. He pulled off his beanie, biting his lip. "Betty is smart and funny and so beautiful it hurts. Why would she want to be with me?"
"If Betty is so smart and wonderful, can't you assume the decisions she makes are the right ones for her?" Dr. Brown cocked her head to the side. "She chose you because you're a good man, something she wasn't used to when she was with Archie. Those things you hate about yourself, the things you deem unworthy of her love, are the things she loves about you."
Jughead thought about his doctors words. He knew she was right and he couldn't think of anything to say. It felt redundant to repeat the same insecurities he had been expressing for weeks.
"Do you trust her?" Dr. Brown asked.
"What?" Jughead snapped out of his train of thought.
"Betty. Do you trust her?"
"Of course I do."
"Then trust that the love she feels for you is real."
He nodded feeling better, more secure. "Thanks Doc." Jughead said getting up and going for the door.
"Oh and one more thing." Dr. Brown said.
Jughead looked down at her.
"If Betty wants to dance tonight, don't put up a fuss, just dance with her."
He laughed. "I will do whatever she asks of me."
"Glad to hear it. I'll see you next week." She smiled warmly at him.
"For sure." He exited the office excited to make his way home.
The girls were home in the living room watching a movie when Jughead got back. Betty watched Veronica and Cheryl argue about how Cheryl should wear her hair to prom.
"I want it down and big." Cheryl demanded.
"I think you should go for a more classic look; a simple up-do. It'll work with the color of the dress better." Veronica retorted.
"I respectfully disagree. I think you want me to put my hair up so you can go down and big." She smirked crossing her arms over her chest.
"How long have they been discussing this?" Jughead asked flopping down beside Betty. He laced his fingers with hers looking at her white fingers nails. "Your nails look good."
"Thanks." She beamed. "And they have been talking about this all day. It's exhausting." She took a deep breath in and exhaled. "What did you do today?"
"I went to see my therapist." He answered honestly.
A flash of concern crossed her face and her hand tightened around his. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah." He smiled. "A lot of good things happened over the past couple of days and I wanted to tell her about it."
Betty grinned slyly at him. "Am I one of the good things?"
"Baby, you're all the good things." He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand.
She leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips before resting her head on his shoulder.
Veronica stood up in front of them and held out two movies. "I'm about to order Chinese but first we must decide on a movie. Furious 7 or Pop Star: Never Stop Never Stoping?"
They settled on the Andy Samberg comedy and settled in for the night. With all their conflicts resolved and their bellies full, Jughead and Betty peacefully watched the movie before falling asleep together on the couch.
Betty sat in a fluffy white bathrobe in front of Veronica's vanity as a woman named Carla put her hair in rollers. She sipped on a glass of champagne as Veronica and Cheryl giggled and exchanged brief kisses on the bed.
"So how are things going with you two?" Betty asked with a grin trying to look at them without moving her head.
"What do mean?" Veronica sat up and looked at the blonde.
"I mean, I thought you guys were just fooling around and now you bought a house together? That seems a little more serious." She pointed out.
"If you are asking if we are in love, then answer is yes, Betty Cooper." Cheryl said with a satisfied smirk.
Betty's smile grew loving the idea of her best friends being in love. "And you guys are so sure it's going to work out that you can make a 3.1 million dollar purchase together?"
"We have a contract which both of our lawyers looked over. It's iron clad and if we are ever to split, we sell it, I get 60% and Cher gets 40%. We're in love but we aren't stupid." Veronica said smiling at her girlfriend. "I've spent so much of my life jumping head first into the worst situations possible. Why wouldn't I do it with the best thing that ever happened to me?"
Betty's smile grew until her cheeks hurt. "You guys are so cute."
"Well, what about you and lover boy downstairs?" Cheryl asked. "It's been two whole days and you haven't said anything about your first time together."
"Yeah, spill girl." Veronica said lightly touching her rollers to make sure none of them were coming undone.
Betty shrugged and played coy. "He came over and we made up and fell asleep on the couch. The next morning we had a shower-"
"Holy shit, was his first time in the shower?" Cheryl asked with wide eyes.
Betty giggled. "No, we fooled around a little, then headed to my bedroom, did it there and then again in New York."
"Is he good?" Cheryl inquired.
"He's learning but I can tell he's gonna be really good." Betty said biting her lip, crossing her legs tightly thinking about him.
"How big is his dick?" Cheryl questioned downing the rest of her drink.
"Cheryl!" Both Veronica and Betty reprimanded at the same time.
"What? Don't you want to know?" She said looking at Veronica.
"He's like my brother, Cher! No, I don't want to know anything about his penis. To me, he's a Ken doll."
"Okay, Bets, I'm going to move my hands apart and you tell me when to stop."
"I'm not doing this with you." Betty informed looking over at the redhead. "There. Stop there." Betty said when Cheryl's hands were about seven and half inches apart.
Cheryl looked down at her hands and cocked an eyebrow. "Hmmm, not bad. Mazel tov."
"You're gross." Veronica said nudging her in the arm before filling up her glass.
Cheryl pushed the bottle away. "Not so much, I actually want to remember my prom." She looked at her girlfriend though her lashes.
"You and Jug coming to the Pembrooke afterwards?" Veronica asked changing the subject.
Betty shook her head. "No, Felix's and then back here. We need a little more alone time."
"If you have sex on my bed, I will know." The brunette's flushed red as she pointed at Betty sternly.
"We have no intention of having sex in your room." Betty assured.
"You're done." Carla tapped Betty on the arm and motioned for Cheryl to take her place.
Betty plopped down beside Veronica. "Thank you for doing all this." She rested her head on the brunettes shoulder. "I'm so happy everything is back to normal."
"Me too."
There was a pause between the two of them. "What do you think the boys are doing downstairs?" Betty asked.
"Probably watching cartoons and eating something fatty and delicious." Veronica guessed with a giggle. Betty joined in, finishing her champagne.
The boys lounged around watching Big Mouth until it was time to get ready.
"What do you think the girls are doing upstairs?" Jughead asked shoving cheesy jalapeño covered nachos into his mouth.
"They are talking about how big your penis is and how you are as a lover." Kevin informed nonchalantly.
Jughead started choking on his food which elicited laughs from Kevin and Joaquin. "How do you know that?!" He exclaimed.
"Cheryl texted me." Kevin informed, wiggling his phone in his hands.
Jughead managed to swallow and subdue his coughing. "Girls talk about that kind of stuff?" He asked.
"Mmm-hmm." Joaquin chimed in.
"Girls talk about everything." Kevin said with a cocked eyebrow.
Jughead huffed and finished his soda. "So, what's the verdict?" He asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. "Is it good?"
"Its good." Kevin smirked at him, his gaze briefly flickered towards his crotch.
"Please don't look at me like that." Jughead stated.
"I would have to agree." Joaquin said, jealousy laced in his tone.
"What?! Can't I be happy for my friend that he's well endowed? I've always wondered." Kevin admitted, crossing his arms over his chest.
"What do you mean? You've seen me naked before?" Jughead pointed out with a confused tone as he angled his body towards Kevin.
"Yeah but you weren't hard and who knows if you were a grow-er or a show-er." He shrugged. "Whatever, lets just watch the show." Kevin motioned towards the TV.
"You could have just asked you know?" Jughead told him.
"You would have just shown him your penis if he asked you?" Joaquin asked in disbelief.
Jughead shrugged. "Maybe if I had a couple drinks in me."
There was a few moments of silence before they all broke into fits of laughter before focusing back on the show.
Two hours before they had to leave Kevin dragged Jughead and Joaquin upstairs to start getting ready. Jughead couldn't understand why they needed two hours when all they had to do was put on suits and make sure their hair wasn't a mess.
"We need an hour to take photos. Veronica hired a photographer." Kevin said as he climbed up the stairs.
"An hour?" Jughead exclaimed. "How many photos do we need to take?"
Kevin looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. "Do you not know Veronica at all?"
Jughead shook his head and threw his arms up in the air. "Right, how could I have been so stupid?" He stepped past them heading to Veronica's room.
She answered after two knocks. "Can I help you?" She inquired cheerily.
"Can I talk to Betty?" He asked.
"Just text her. You aren't allowed to see her until everything is perfect and she takes her walk down the staircase. That's when you look at her and realize how lucky you are because she's so beautiful and you can't understand why she picked you."
"This is prom Ron. We aren't getting married." He pointed out before crossing his arms.
"Prom is high school wedding. Text her." Veronica closed the door on him and left him alone in the hallway.
"She's right you know." Joaquin chimed in popping his head out of the guest room. "Prom is the high school equivalent of a wedding."
"How come you and Kev and Ron and Cheryl can see each other before hand?" He questioned.
Joaquin shrugged. "Gay loophole."
Jughead huffed in frustration and made his way to his room to get dressed. He brushed his teeth, put on a fresh pair of boxers, his crisp black suit, white dress shirt and tie and then tried to make his hair gather into one curl at the front. He knew Betty liked when it did that but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get it to do what he wanted.
"Kevin!" Jughead shouted as he crossed the hall to the guest room.
"Yes, my sweet?" He sang.
"Can you make my hair do the curly whoosh thingy?" He asked handing his friend a container of pomade.
Kevin worked his magic until he was satisfied. Jughead looked in the mirror and smiled. He looked good, like the type of man that should be on the arm of someone as beautiful as Betty Cooper.
"Thanks dude." Jughead squeezed Kevin's shoulder. "You guys look great too." He said.
Kevin was wearing a navy blue velvet suit with a black bow tie. Joaquin wore a basic black suit with a Judas Priest t-shirt underneath.
"We know." Kevin smirked before looking in the mirror again.
Jughead turned and headed downstairs to wait until everyone was ready to go.
Jughead let out a sullen sigh as he heard the girls giggling upstairs and start heading down to join them. He kept telling himself in five hours it would all be over. Hopefully, he would have a few happy memories and a very happy girlfriend.
Veronica appeared first. Her hair was in shiny dark Veronica Lake waves that met the black tulle at her chest. It covered her breasts and the material connected with a black tulle collar at her neck. It left her back, sides and the middle of her chest bare. It shaped her tiny waist before exploding into a large ballgown of black tulle which fell to the floor. Her eye makeup was light and rimmed by large false lashes. Dark cherry red lipstick made her lips look pouty and full. She looked incredible. Every boy at the prom was going to be so angry she would be walking in with the stunning red head behind her.
Cheryl was wearing a wine red dress which had a deep V neck line which was held up by two spaghetti straps. The skirt was wispy tulle that showed off her legs and had long slits in the side exposing her legs when she walked. Her hair had been pulled up into a high ponytail and her eyes were dark and smokey. Her lips were her signature cherry red.
Veronica reached him first. "Look at you, you almost look like a gentleman." She smirked and pulled him in for a hug.
"I thought you'd go all out with the color for prom. Staying inside your comfort zone with all black?" He teased back.
"Well, I have to stick to my brand. I'm nothing if not loyal." She winked and floated over to Kevin as Cheryl passed in front of him.
"You look beautiful Cheryl." Jughead remarked because he couldn't think of anything else to say and because it was true.
She made a noise of disgust. "Ugh, let's not do that. Let's not be all cutesy and shit." She looked him up and down as a hint of a smile pulled at her lips. "You look very handsome in your suit though. I understand what Betty sees in you." She wiggled uncomfortably still not used to being so mushy and nice with people. She was still getting used to the fact that her hard shell was no longer there to save her.
Jughead looked away from Cheryl when he heard one more set of heels hit the stairs. He turned his head and began to fidget with anticipation. He was the type of guy who liked a girl when she was dressed down; no makeup, comfortable clothes and everything about her was natural and free. His palms were sweaty and his heart was racing. He was afraid he wouldn't like the way she looked this dressed up.
His mind went blank when he saw her. The blue material of her dress swayed with the graceful movements of her body. The bare skin of her chest and back seemed to shimmer when she stepped into the light. Her bangs swooped over her forehead before being pulled back into a loose fishtail braid, pieces of hair tickling her neck and shoulders. Her makeup was simple and light. Her eyelids where neutral but darkened at the corners and she had lined them to make them look large and vibrantly blue-green like the sea on a sunny day. Her cheeks shone and her lips were a neutral color which Jughead was thankful for. He was going to want to kiss her many times and a dark shade would get messy.
He let out a shaky breath as she approached him. She smelled like grapefruit, hairspray, strawberries and champagne.
"Do you like?" She asked looked down as her face flushed.
He shook his head slightly as his mouth opened and closed trying to find words but failing. "Betty, you look…" He pushed his body up against hers, brushing his knuckles against her cheek before cupping her face in his hands, pressing his mouth to hers. Betty's fingers slid under his jacket. She bunched up his dress shirt in her hands melting into the kiss, relaxing under his touch.
Their four friends began hooting and hollering at them. "Get a room." Cheryl remarked looking at her perfect nails.
Betty and Jughead separated, eyes still closed, lips still swollen, breathing each other in. "We can go upstairs you know, get you out of that dress." He whispered ignoring everyone.
"You know we have to go. It'll make being alone tonight so much better."
"You have something planned for me?" He smirked still dazed from their kiss.
"You know it." She winked and looked over at everyone. "Is the photographer here?" She asked.
"He'll be here soon but you better fix your lipstick first." Veronica informed before answering the ringing phone in her hand.
The photos lasted way to long for Jughead's liking but he was happy to know they existed. He could look back and know, that even if it was just for one night, everything was perfect. Betty loved him and he was happy.
They took a limo to the event. The girls sipped on champagne and took selfie after selfie. Betty included Jughead in many of them.
"Don't post these on Instagram." Jughead pleaded.
"Oh, these are for sure going on Instagram." Betty grinned as she kissed him and the pulled up to the event.
The prom was taking place in the Pembrooke ballroom. The prom committee, which Betty used to be a part of, had picked the "original" theme of "Night Under the Stars." There were flameless candles on every table with a modest flower arrangement in the middle. Twinkle lights hung from the ceiling accompanied by tin foil stars.
The music was basic Top 40 and Betty grinned knowing that Jughead must be cringing. She looked over at him to find him taking everything in with a soft smile on his face. He looked so handsome in suit. He was no longer the boy she watched Archie torment or the guy she was forced to do community service with; he was a man. The man she was going to venture out into the real world with.
She couldn't see her future for the first time in her life. There were so many possibilities now. Before Jughead there was only Harvard, a Journalism degree, Archie, marriage and kids. Now she could be in an orchestra or a band. If music didn't work out she could go back to school for anything. She could be with Jughead, in their beautiful New York condo, sleeping in till noon. She could watch him as he breathed slowly, the sun drifting over his eyelids, silently waking him. Maybe they would break up, maybe they would never marry, maybe they would elope, maybe they would have no kids or ten. Betty didn't care because she finally had a choice.
"You wanna find our table?" Jughead asked, a lock of his hair falling in front of his eye as he squeezed her hand.
Betty nodded and they moved towards the table Veronica and Cheryl had already claimed.
"If you want to spike whatever you are drinking, I have you covered." Veronica said with a smirk, opening her bag to show everyone her flask.
"So do I." Joaquin retorted exposing a glint of metal from an inner pocket of his suit jacket.
"Great minds." Veronica praised taking a seat.
"So do you want to dance?" Jughead asked gaining Betty's attention.
Betty raised an eyebrow and smiled in surprise. "You want to dance?" She asked incredulously.
"I want to dance with you, yeah." He rubbed his jaw awkwardly.
"Jughead Jones wants to dance?" She placed her hand on her hip.
"No, Jughead Jones doesn't want to dance but Jughead Jones happens to be at the prom with the most beautiful girl in the whole school so Jughead Jones is willing to do things he doesn't want to do to make her happy." He took a step towards her placing his hands on her waist.
A soft smile spread across Betty's face. "This makes Betty Cooper very happy. She would love to dance."
"Why are guys talking in third person?" Kevin asked.
"You're so cute it's nauseating." Veronica sighed with a caring smile and clasped her hands together.
Jughead pulled Betty onto the dance floor and watched her as she began to move to a Bruno Mars song.
"What are you doing?" She laughed looking at him.
"I just realized I have no idea how to dance." His eyes were wide and there was a glimmer of fear in them.
Betty laughed again. She didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable but it was so cute how hard he was trying to make her happy. "Okay," she said taking a step towards him still swaying to the music. "First you need to relax, so relax." She placed her hand on his shoulders and shook him a little. "Second you really just need to move your hips and if you aren't sure, just dance against me." She smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself flush against him.
Jughead did as he was told and moved against Betty. "This isn't that hard."
"See!" Her eyes lit up. "And slow dancing is even easier, we just have to move slowly in a circle."
"Yeah, this isn't so bad." He admitted letting his hand run down the bare skin of her back. "But can we go back to the table? They just put bread out and I'm starving."
Betty laughed again. "Sure, I'm actually pretty hungry too."
They stayed at the table after that, talking with everyone and eating whatever came to the table. Betty didn't like most of the food that was served and ended up giving all her leftovers to Jughead who happily ate them up.
Betty almost forgot about Prom Queen until Mr. Weatherbee took the stage.
"Good evening everyone, I hope you're all having a good time." He announced in a monotone voice as the microphone let out some unpleasant feedback.
There was a smattering of applause and one long boo somewhere from the back.
"Yes, well, it's the moment you've all been waiting for, the announcing of your Prom Court and King and Queen."
There was more cheering mainly from the football team and cheerleaders. Most of them were hoping to get a place on the Court or claim King and Queen for themselves.
"Oh shit," Betty muttered sinking her in chair. There was a chance that she was going to be called up and she knew it was probably going to be for Prom Queen. That meant a dance with Archie and she didn't want to put Jughead off, not after everything had been going so well.
"Your Prom Court Princes are Reggie Mantle, Chuck Clayton and Moose Mason." Mr. Weatherbee announced to a course of cheers as the three boys fumbled up to the stage to accept their sashes. "And Prom Court Princesses are Josie McCoy, Veronica Lodge." He paused almost like he was confused that he said her name.
Veronica's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open. "What?"
Cheryl was snickering beside her. "You can pay anyone to do just about anything." She stated with a wink.
"And Cheryl Blossom." Mr. Weatherbee rounded out.
There were uncertain claps and cheers as Cheryl grabbed Veronica's hand and pulled her up to the stage. Betty's table all whooped and hollered as they watched their friends ascend the stage. Veronica's face was bright red as she accepted her sash. Cheryl whispered something into her ear which caused the brunette to smile and cover her face bashfully.
"Finally, your Prom King and Queen, and the winners are..." The pause he took felt like it last hours as he announced the recipients. "Archie Andrews and Betty Cooper."
The cheering started up again and Betty closed her eyes in what felt like defeat.
"Betty go up, you won." Jughead encouraged.
"If I go up there it means I have to dance with Archie. I don't want to upset you, not after you've been doing so well." She told him while Mr. Weatherbee announced her name again as Archie got to the stage.
"Bets, he gets to have one dance with the Prom Queen, I get to go home with her." He squeezed her hand. "Now get up there."
She bit her lip and stood, walking with her head held high and shoulders back with as much confidence as possible. Veronica and Cheryl nudged her as she passed them. She lowered herself slightly in front of Mr. Weatherbee to accept her crown.
"I give you your Prom Court for 2017." Mr. Weatherbee said to another round of cheers. "And now the King and Queen will have their first dance.
Betty looked over at Archie who had his hand extended. She took it and followed him off the stage and onto the dance floor as 'Mad World' by Gary Jules began to play.
"What a bizarre song choice." Betty muttered to herself as she looked at the floor as opposed to Archie.
"What was that?" He inquired.
"Nothing." She responded shaking her head.
They were silent for another minute as the rest of the court joined them. Josie paired off with Reggie as Chuck and Moose tried to convince Veronica and Cheryl to dance with them. When both of the girls refused, they grabbed the closest girls they could find.
"So you and Jug are back together." It wasn't a question.
Betty nodded. "Yeah, we managed to patch things up."
"And everything's okay?" He asked. She looked up at him. He looked even worse than the last time she saw him.
"Everything's good, we're really good. Are you okay, Archie?" She questioned.
"I'll be okay. I think I need to put some distance between myself and this place." He admitted.
"Maybe it's not this place that's the problem." She tried to catch his eye. "Maybe it's the people in your life and maybe you need to work on you." She stated as they swayed.
Archie nodded slowly as he took in what she said. "I'm sorry about our whole relationship. I was selfish and cruel and an all around shit boyfriend. I never deserved you. You were smart to leave me." He told her, shaking the hair out of his face.
"Thank you for saying that." She smiled. "Are you sure you're okay?" She asked again wanting to touch the dark circles under his eyes.
"I'm having trouble coming to terms when with all the shit I did when I was someone else. I think back on the last five months, the last four years really, and I feel like it was someone else's life. Hate can make you a different person, you know?" He searched her eyes almost pleadingly like he needed her to understand.
"Yeah, I know."
The song started to come to an end and Jughead appeared beside them. "Can I cut in?" He asked looking at Archie.
"She's all yours man." He said stepping away from them. "I'll see you around Cooper." He then looked at Jughead. "Jones." He gave a curt nod and headed towards the door.
"Did he say something to upset you?" Jughead asked pulling her close as 'More Than This' started to play.
"How are they playing this song?" She said as her face lit up. "No prom DJ would ever play Roxy Music, ever."
"I know, I asked her to play it." He confessed with a sly smile.
"Jughead Jones, who knew you were so smooth."
"If asking one request from a woman whose job it is to take requests makes me smooth, then I'll take it." He chuckled letting his fingers run over any bare skin he could find. "When we go to Felix's tonight do you want to eat there or do you want to take it home?" He asked.
"Would you be upset if I said I wanted to take it home? I want to get into one of your shirts and watch romantic comedies with you." She said resting her head on his shoulder. "Also, I think Ron would kill me if I spilled anything on this dress."
Jughead chuckled. "Yeah, she would and I'd like to keep you around for a little while." He teased.
They swayed silently to her favorite song as Betty tried to memorize this moment. She wanted to remember the contentment she felt, how everything felt so utterly perfect, like nothing could go wrong from here on out.
"You wanna stay for another half hour and then get the hell out of here?" Betty suggested, looking up at him and kissing him deeply.
"Yes please." Jughead responded tugging on the bottom of her braid.
They headed back to their table and started saying their goodbyes. Both Betty and Jughead teased Veronica on her win and Betty made it clear that since she was Queen both her and Cheryl had to serve her.
"Yeah, you wish." Cheryl said with an eye roll before pulling Betty in for a hug.
"Can I have the car keys?" Jughead asked Veronica.
The brunette pulled them out of her small clutch and handed them to him. "Check out is at noon so you better be there to pick us up." She warned.
"I will be here to pick you up, don't worry." Jughead grabbed Betty's hand and began pulling her towards the door.
"I'll set an alarm." Betty assured.
"Bye!" Kevin called.
"Don't have sex on my bed!" Veronica shouted.
Jughead looked back at her and mouthed the words, "No promises."
The door closed behind them and they excitedly made their way to the car.
Betty moved her body the best she could in the passenger seat as she sang along to an Elton John song while it played on the radio. Her fingers were on the dash mimicking the piano keys. Jughead was glad they had decided to skip the Pembrooke and opt for a night in at home instead. Betty wore a mask in school, especially on nights like the prom when everyone would be looking at her, expecting her to be the Betty Cooper that they all knew. Now she was lighter, more carefree, an effortless smile on her face.
"As beautiful as this dress is I cannot wait to get out of it." Betty confessed wiggling against the discreet boning giving her the perfect shape.
"I can't wait to get you out of that dress either." Jughead quipped.
"You're a horn dog now!" Betty exclaimed playfully hitting him on the chest.
"I mean I know it's only been like three days but I have never been so horny in my whole life." He admitted pulling into Felix's.
"That's because you know what it feels like now, so your is craving it. You can't crave a food if you've never had it." Betty pointed out as she took off her seatbelt and carefully got out of the car.
"Did you crave sex after you did for the first time?" He asked opening the back door, ducking down to look for the gift he had brought for her.
"I never craved it till I met you, probably because you actually cared if I got off or not." Betty snorted walking around the car to meet him. "What are you doing?"
"I was looking for this." He said standing up and presenting her with a knock off Oscar statue. "You said you wanted to pretend we just came from the Oscars." He grinned softly.
Betty laughed in surprise and took the statue from him. "Where did you get this?" She asked looking at it awe before posing it with it like she was being photographed.
"I did not order it off the internet and I definitely didn't pay for express overnight shipping to get it here in time." He took out his phone and pointed it at her. "Hold it up like you were." He instructed and snapped a photo before escorting her inside.
The diner was more or less empty and they took a seat at the counter. Betty slammed the Oscar down in front of her.
Mickey, the owner, came out of the back and a grin spread across his face when he saw Jughead. They had gotten to know each other over the years Jughead, Kevin and Veronica had spent in his diner.
"Where did you just come from?" He asked moving around the counter to hug Jughead.
"The prom." He chuckled.
"You went to the prom?" Mickey said incredulously.
"I went to the prom because she wanted to go to the prom." He motioned to Betty.
"And who's this?" Mickey asked looking at Betty. She hadn't met him yet since he was never in when she was.
"This is Betty, my girlfriend." Jughead said, his cheeks going red.
"She looks like the Prom Queen." Mickey remarked.
"I am the Prom Queen." Betty stated with a cocked eyebrow and smirk.
"You landed the Prom Queen?" Mickey asked in shock.
Jughead nodded.
"Good for you man." He went around the counter. "And you're a very lucky young lady to have nabbed a guy like Juggs over here."
Betty's smile grew so wide it nearly split her face in two. "Oh, I know." She cooed looking over at him.
"What can I get for you?" Mickey asked taking out a small notepad.
"Two bacon cheeseburgers, two fries and two strawberry milkshakes to go." Jughead read off quickly.
"Actually..." Betty trailed off grabbing his arm. "Now that we're here and the Oscar is right there, I kinda want to stay."
"What about the dress?" Jughead questioned.
"I can give you an apron." Mickey offered looking at the blonde as her eyes lit up.
Jughead smiled. "I guess we are eating here." He agreed adjusting himself on his stool.
Mickey put the orders in and Jughead helped Betty with the apron when it was given to her.
The burgers were delicious and Betty dug in with the fervour of someone who hadn't eaten all day and skipped most of dinner.
"Bets?" Jughead called to her mid bite. She looked up at him and he snapped another photo, grease dripping down her hands and a smear of ketchup on her cheek.
"Awe Jug," She whined. "Don't post that anywhere."
"It's 100% going on Instagram." He teased putting his phone down as they finished their meal.
The car ride back was quiet as they anticipated their night alone together. It would be nice to have a quite, drama free night with no expectations. With no one butting their nose in and nothing that needed to be done the next day.
Betty let out a sigh of relief when the entered the house kicking of her shoes not caring where they landed. "I'm gonna go up and have a shower. This makeup is clogging my pores, I can feel it." She turned and slowly moved her hair so her back was accessible. "Do you mind helping me out my dress?"
Jughead moved towards her and carefully undid the zipper, letting the material pool around her feet. His eyes moved over her bare chest and black lacy boy shorts and he retrieved her dress and handed it to her.
"I'll be done in a little bit." She said with a smile and a kiss before disappearing upstairs, her dress draped over her arm.
Betty could have invited Jughead to join her but she needed time to scrub herself clean without him watching. The makeup she was wearing wouldn't give her cute raccoon eyes, it would take three or four tries to get it all off.
She placed her dress on Jughead's bed and quickly checked her phone. Jughead had tagged in the burger photo on Instagram, the caption read, 'The Prom Queen, ladies and gentlemen.' She liked it right away feeling like it was the perfect representation of herself. All made up, the picture of perfection but really she was just a mess trying to make it all look easy.
Once in the bathroom she removed all the bobby pins from her hair, pulled off her fake eyelashes and stepped into the shower. It did take three tries to remove all the makeup and make her hair feel soft and normal. Emerging from the shower Betty smiled when she saw one of Jughead's long sleeved shirts and boxers on the bathroom counter.
Betty emerged, steam billowing behind her and her hair wrapped in a towel.
"You look fine." Jughead remarked standing by his TV, shirtless, looking through some blu rays.
"I feel fine." She sighed kissing his shoulder as she padded towards the door.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"To get your surprise. Don't worry, I'll be right back." She rolled her eyes and snorted.
"Don't ever say you'll be right back, cause you won't be right back." Jughead called after her.
"I'll keep that in mind, Randy!" She yelled back racing down the stairs to the kitchen.
She came back with her arms filled with candy, chocolate, ice cream and chips. She dumped it all on his dresser.
"This is your surprise?" He asked mildly disappointed, looking at everything she had. "Oooo, rocky road!" He perked up grabbing the Haggen Dazs and a spoon.
"What did you think the surprise was, some weird sex thing?" She laughed grabbing the Twizzlers.
"To be honest, yeah." He admitted scooping out a big bite of chocolate and marshmallow fluff.
"Let's focus on getting really good at all the 'normal' sex stuff and then we will start experimenting." She tried to pull out one liquorice but instead five came out.
"You're into that kind of stuff? Kinky stuff? " He inquired as he pressed play and the movie started.
She shrugged. "I could be, I don't want to limit myself and I want to experience everything with you."
Jughead couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as he focused on movie. Betty turned off the light and stole the next bite of his ice cream before snuggling down beside him.
Halfway through the movie, Betty looked over at Jughead who was engrossed in what was happening on screen. She noticed a little bit of chocolate at the corner of his mouth and pushed herself up to kiss him, her tongue darting out to lick the cream away.
He looked down at her with a confused look. "What are you doing?"
"You had some ice cream there." She told him, her eyes hooded, no longer interested in the movie. She moved to straddle him continuing their kiss, their tongues meeting right away. Betty moaned into his mouth and her hips rocked against his growing erection.
Jughead's hands moved under her shirt and pulled it off, throwing it bedside the bed. He left wet open mouthed kisses against her neck, collarbone and down her chest. His hands went to her breasts which he palmed, lightly flicking her nipples causing her to buck against him giving him the friction he desperately wanted.
Betty weaved her fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands with his every touch. Her sighs and moans letting him know she liked what he was doing.
"You're wearing too many clothes." Jughead nearly growled, tugging at her boxers wanting to tear them off her.
They parted removing their remaining clothing so nothing would be between them.
Betty laid down so her head was at the foot of the bed as Jughead kneeled over her running his hands up and down her thighs. He lowered himself and continued kissing her body, not wanting to leave a part of her untouched.
He moved suddenly, gripping her hips and turning her over on her stomach before pulling her up so she was on all fours.
He leaned over her so his mouth was at her ear. "Is this okay?" He asked her as he ran the head of his cock along her wet slit.
"Yes," she breathed out rocking back against him wanting to feel him as deep as he could go.
He denied her that satisfaction for a moment as he stilled her, placing his hand on the small of her back. He positioned himself with her opening and pulled his hips back before thrusting into her, burying himself into her, going deeper than he every had.
Betty nearly screamed in pleasure and her hands gripped the sheets.
Jughead began to move; he would pull all the way out and then slam back into her before he found a rapid rhythm.
"You're so wet, holy shit." He commented watching himself disappear into her over and over.
"It's what you do to me." Betty moaned in response.
Jughead leaned over her and wrapped his arm around her waist his fingers finding her clit, moving his fingers in small light circles.
"Jug, Jug, oh my god, oh my god." She began panting as Jughead worked hard to get her there, to hear her come undone because of him.
Her legs began to quiver, her back arched and she clenched around him, letting out a cry as she came. Jughead was right behind her, spilling inside her while biting down on the soft skin between her neck and shoulder.
Jughead rolled off of Betty and she collapsed beside him. "You are getting really good at this." She remarked looking at him through the strands of her hair that fell over her face.
He shrugged as he ran his hand over his stomach. "I've been doing some reading."
Betty snorted.
"What? I liked to be prepared." He turned over and brushed the hair from her face. "Thank you for being patient while I learn. Just because I read about it doesn't mean I can actually do it."
"You can do it, believe me." Betty smiled looking over at the TV. "What do you want to watch once this is done?" She asked.
"We could watch something else or we could go have sex in Veronica's bed." He grinned.
Betty thought about it before shrugging. "Yeah, okay."
They both laughed as they ran out of his room and down the hall.
I can't believe there are only two chapters left in this story. I have to be honest, I'm so ready for it to be over but I hope you all enjoy them.
Reviews are appreciated.