Tuesday Afternoon
"It's occurred to me, Miss B, that we have yet to discuss birth control," Veronica tells her in a prim voice, sitting next to her on the bench in the locker room after Vixen practice.
Betty is horrified as she looks at her. "What?"
"I assume your mother isn't going to help you, so I offer you my services. Do you want to start the pill? I'm sure we can find a clinic for that. Do we need to go shopping for condoms? I can take you this week if you want."
"Veronica, oh my god."
"Bettykins, it's nothing to be ashamed of, the only time you should ever be embarrassed is if you don't practice safe sex. Just remember, safe sex is fun sex," Veronica says with an impish grin.
"Did you get that off a billboard somewhere?"
Veronica tosses her hair behind her with a scoff. "Please, as if any pedestrian billboard could compare to a Veronica Lodge original motto. I'm insulted you would even think so."
"V, Jughead and I haven't-"
"Yes, I know, haven't had sex yet, but it's going to happen isn't it?"
Betty considers the truth of that statement. Nodding at her she answers, "Yeah, it's definitely going to happen sooner rather than later."
"See? Now, let's talk condoms -and always remember to carry your own if you're having sex, you own your sexual safety, B- maybe we should just get you a trial pack to start, then you can figure out what you like," Veronica starts, ignoring Betty's burning face. "You're both virgins, right? So we don't need to get your boy tested do we?"
"Good god, Veronica, really?"
"Yes, really. Jughead wasn't trying to get over his pining for you by getting under whatever was available was he?"
"How would I know? And no, I don't think so, but I haven't asked him that sort of thing, Veronica. I'm not even sure I'd really want to know, to be honest," Betty replies, looking a little unsettled by the turn the conversation has taken.
Veronica, seeing the look on her face, grabs her hand and squeezes it. "Betty, even if he did, you know sex and love aren't the same thing, right? He loves you and that makes everything a much different experience. And honestly, I doubt he's ever even touched a girl before you but you should ask, just to make sure you cover all your bases."
"No, I know you're right, I just never thought about him like that with someone else. Turns out, I don't like it. Who knew?" Betty huffs out, a little irritated with herself for that type of thinking.
"All you can do is ask, girl. So, I think we should go to Greendale for condoms. Mama Cooper getting wind of it if we do it here may mean you'll never find Jughead's body and I'm sure you'd like to at least play with it some more before he turns up missing."
Betty laughs at her, standing up to leave the locker room, pulling on Veronica's hand as they walk out together.
Saturday Afternoon
"Are you ready?" Jughead asks her, grabbing the overnight bag out of her hand.
Betty looks apprehensive and he wishes he could help her keep calm but with everything that's happened this week he's feeling a little on edge himself. Hearing Veronica and Archie behind him, he turns and laughs when he sees Archie's predicament.
"You okay, Arch?" he questions him, seeing him juggling at least three bags in his hands. And for one night, too. He'd hate to see Veronica pack for more than a weekend.
"I'm fine, Jug," he tells him, adjusting his grip on the bags.
Following Betty to the door he puts his free hand on her lower back to get her attention. "We'll figure it out, Betts. Don't worry."
She gives him a weak smile and nods at him as she gets ready to knock.
Wednesday Morning
Walking Betty to her locker before their first class to grab the book she forgot, her body language seems a little awkward around him. He doesn't know why and he's trying to let her come to him about it.
The idea that it's something to do with what happened in Archie's garage the previous weekend and it's finally catching up with her is starting to bother him but he doesn't want to assume it's about him or them. If it is, though, and she regrets it, he knows he probably won't handle it all that well.
Opening her locker, a piece of paper falls to the ground, Betty bending over to pick it up and look at it. She immediately shuts her locker and grabs his hand, dragging him to the Blue and Gold.
Once they reach the office and make it through the door, she closes and locks it before turning to him with wide eyes and hands him the piece of paper. Reading it, he looks back up at her in shock. "What does this mean?"
"I don't know, but I think it's a hint to figure out who's giving the Ghoulies drugs." Taking back the note she reads it again before walking over to their crime board and staring at it.
Following and standing behind her, he reaches to take the note again to reread it.
Be careful, Nancy Drew, or the Sugarman might get you
"Should we be worried that this sounds threatening?" he asks her, turning her around to face him.
Shaking her head, she tells him, "I don't think it is, I think it's meant to be vague in case someone besides us finds it. At least, I hope so, because yeah, the wording in that is pretty threatening otherwise." She tightens her ponytail and turns back around.
He sighs. Fine. He'll come to her about whatever is bothering her, he just hopes it doesn't blow up in his face. "Betty."
She makes a questioning hmm sound at him, still staring at the board.
"What's wrong, Cooper?"
"Nothing," she tells him, still looking straight ahead.
Taking a step closer to her, he puts his hands on her hips and whispers in her ear, "Tell me what is wrong, Betty."
Her head falls forward as she takes a deep breath. Breaking his hold on her she turns around and steps back to look at him. He can tell she's trying to steel herself for whatever it is she's about to say. Anxiety is starting to prickle at his nerves. Thinking that the only thing worse than what she's doing to him now is a vague 'we need to talk' text, he feels a little defensive suddenly and wants to take his own step back but refuses to give into the urge.
"Have you…" she trails off. Looking away from him she crosses her arms in front of her and takes another deep breath. "Have you been with anyone?"
To say he's shocked by the question is an understatement. Does she think he's cheating on her? How could she think that? "What? Are you asking me if I've cheated on you?"
Betty looks shocked now. "Have you?"
"What the hell? Of course not! Where is this coming from?"
Wringing her hands now, she shifts her weight from one leg to the other. "I'm asking if you've been with anyone, Jughead. Like, as in ever."
The stress melts from his spine as he slumps slightly in relief. "You could have just asked if I was a virgin and not given me a heart attack, Betts."
"Well are you?"
"Are you?"
"You know that I am."
Suitably ashamed that he's relieved even though he already knew the answer to that he reaches out to cup her cheek in his hand. "Who would I have even been with? And when? Where? You're the only girl, Betty, I thought you knew that."
"I thought I did but Veronica said I needed to make sure," she says, her eyes meeting his.
Veronica? He's glad she moved here, if not for Betty, then at the very least, Archie, but she really knows how to throw a wrench into anything she has even the slightest thoughts about.
Betty still looks anxious. "I know sex and love aren't the same thing but I don't think separating them is going to be something I can do, Jug. So, I know that while virginity is only as important as we make it, I'm making it important, okay?"
"Okay...did you not think it was important to me as well? Because yes, for girls, virginity seems to be a way to continually hold a value of a woman's worth in our still very patriarchal society but it's still your body and if you think it's important then it is," he says, taking her hands in his.
"Is it important to you?"
"It's not something I'm obsessing over, Betty. I mean, yeah, I think about it but it is what it is."
"And what is it?"
"It's yours, Betty. So, when you're ready, if you're ready, I'll be here waiting for you." Bringing her closer to him, he wraps his arms around her. Whispering directly into her ear he tells her, "Having said all of that, the idea that another guy would ever get that part of you is not something I ever want to think about again, do you understand me?"
Shivering at his words, she nods. "I didn't handle it all that well myself, when Veronica told me I should ask."
Jughead rolls his eyes even though she can't see him. Veronica Lodge, he thinks, is an exercise in his patience. "Do you remember in sixth grade when Ethel tried to kiss me?"
She laughs at that. "Yes. You looked so terrified."
"I was! It was traumatizing, Betty. Anyway, the point is that I decided that day that if I was ever going to kiss a girl, it would be you."
"Really?"
Kissing her temple, he tightens his arms around her. "Absolutely."
"Veronica thinks we're soulmates, you know," she says as she turns her head a little to look up at him.
"Finally, Veronica Lodge says something that makes sense!" he responds, walking them backwards until he's leaning on the edge of a desk, bringing Betty back to rest against his legs. "There is a chance we should have talked about this before we kept getting mostly naked in front of each other."
"I don't think all that clearly when you're mostly naked in front of me, Juggie."
"That makes two us."
Saturday Afternoon
"Betty," Polly says, shocked. "What are you doing here?" Pulling the door further open, she lets them all walk in to the chalet.
"We need to talk, Polly," Betty tells her, giving her the note she found in her locker on Wednesday. "I know you and Jason have dirt on Clifford Blossom, and enough of it to make Hiram Lodge help you, so I need to know what you know. All of it."
She can hear Jason sigh from next to Polly as he reads the note Betty had given her sister.
"Come on in so I can tell you," he says as he waves them in further than the entryway.
Veronica raises an eyebrow at him. "Thank you for inviting me into my own place. Very nice of you."
Betty hears Jughead try and stifle a laugh at that. Reaching back she lightly smacks him in the stomach to be quiet. He coughs and silently follows her to the living room where Jason is helping Polly sit in a chair.
Veronica sits on one of the sofas, crossing her legs and looking at Jason expectantly. Archie sits next to her, putting his behind her resting on the back cushions. Jughead, taking her hand, pulls Betty onto the sofa, wrapping an arm around her tightly, until she's leaning into him.
Watching Jason, she can see he's apprehensive as he starts talking.
"The Sugarman was a story my mother told Cheryl and me when we were little. Think of the boogeyman but call him the Sugarman, those kinds of stories." He takes a moment before continuing. "Our father had been grooming me to take over the business, which I thought was the maple syrup empire the Blossom's had built. When I found out it was a front for drugs, I wanted no part of it."
Polly reaches over to take his hand, comforting him.
"By that time, we knew Polly was pregnant and we knew we needed to get out of Riverdale. Faking my own death sounded almost appealing, I was so desperate. After overhearing my father on the phone talking about Hiram Lodge," he says, pausing to look at Veronica who nodded at him. "I thought we could use their feud to our benefit. I had to pretend to have a change of heart about the business to get the information I needed to keep us safe. I'm afraid I don't have all of it, just enough to bring down my father's drug business. Pictures and names for the most part. Names that do include who the current Sugarman is."
"Current Sugarman?" Jughead asks, sitting forward resting his elbows on his knees.
Jason nods at him. "Yeah, apparently there have been multiple ones throughout the years. I think they're the fall guy before it gets traced back to my father."
"Who is the latest iteration?" Betty inquires, looking between Jason and Polly.
Polly, staring at her sister intently, answers, "Robert Phillips."
Thursday Afternoon
"Veronica talked to Betty about birth control," Archie tells Jughead, with the face of a man whose new girlfriend told him what to say.
Jughead, swallowing the water he was drinking wrong, starts to cough and refuses to believe he heard that correctly. "What?"
"Don't make me say it again, Jug. I can't."
Trying to get a hold of himself, he faces his best friend, the one he's had since before kindergarten. "Why would you ever need to tell me that? On what planet is that Veronica's or your business?"
Archie runs his hand through his hair, frustrated. "I think Veronica is just worried about Betty, man. She can't go to her mom and Polly isn't around."
"There are so many things wrong with this conversation I don't even know where to start. I'm happy Veronica cares about her, I am, but the idea that Betty, or I, don't know what we're doing is pretty insulting, Arch," Jughead says, agitated. "Aside from the fact that it's really no one's business what she and I do privately, we're both capable of figuring out how to prevent knocking her up, okay?"
Throwing his hands up in surrender, Archie grimaces. "Hey, I get it, I don't want to know. Ever. Please never ever tell me anything. Betty will forever be in pigtails in my mind."
"Then why would you even bring this up to me?"
They look at each other, both of them rolling their eyes. "Veronica," they say simultaneously.
"Archie, I'm thrilled for you if you're happy with Veronica but the next time she tells you to talk to me about something that is none of your business, let's not and say we did."
Archie shrugs at him and says, "Tried that yesterday, she knew I was lying."
Saturday Afternoon
"Who is Robert Phillips?" Archie asks Polly, sneaking a glance and Betty to see if she already knows.
"I don't know, I only know the name. I needed as much information as possible in a short amount of time," Jason answers instead.
Jughead can tell Betty is distracted by the expression on her face. "No, a name is good. It's a better start than we had."
He takes her hand, getting her attention. "Right?"
Nodding at him, she looks over to Polly. "It's great, it's the best lead we've had so far. Why didn't you tell me this before, Polly? I could have used this information weeks ago."
"You shouldn't be involved in this, Betty!" Polly exclaims, her face crumbling into sadness. "It's bad enough I had to leave you there with Mom, you don't need this on top of it."
"I was involved in this before I even knew where you were. We were getting anonymous tips about the drugs at the Blue and Gold since school started."
"Who thinks the school newspaper with two members is going to crack the drug ring in Riverdale?" Jason asks, looking at Betty and Jughead.
"Someone anonymous. Obviously," he says, leaning back again on the sofa, bringing Betty back with him.
Hearing Archie cough over a laugh, he looks over at him with a smirk.
"Yes, boys, you're very funny. Now what are we going to to do about this situation?" Veronica asks them.
Betty turns her head towards her. "First we're going to figure out who Robert Phillips is. Jason, I'm going to need copies of what you have."
"Betty-"
"No, Polly," she says, cutting her off, "me not having all of the information is dangerous, I need to know what's going on."
Conceding, Polly nods and sighs as she places a hand on her bump, already much larger than the last time they had seen her.
Thursday Evening
"Okay, B, pick your poison," Veronica tells her, gesturing to the selection of condoms in front of her.
Betty is overwhelmed by the choices and would rather be anywhere but there. "Veronica, I don't know, I've never needed these before!"
"I know that, but you should think about what you like and what you'll need," she explains to Betty, walking closer to the shelves. "What are we working with here?"
"What does that mean?"
"Well, I mean, do you need help with lubrication?"
Betty's eyes open wide. "Oh my god! How am I supposed to answer that?!"
Veronica cocks her head at her with an analyzing gaze. "Hmm, how do I put this? When you and Jughead are messing around, does it get you hot and bothered?"
Laying her forehead against a shelf, Betty breathes in and out steadily, wondering how everything in her life has brought her to this point. She's staring at her shoes, silently, while Veronica waits for an answer. "Of course, V. If you're asking if Jughead turns me on, yes, he does."
"Good. Now, let's discuss size. I'm pretty sure they're all the same size but they package them different for the egos of our fragile men-"
"I am not telling you how big-"
"You don't have to say it, just tell me when to stop," Veronica insists, holding her hands up and slowly moving them away from each other.
Betty can feel her face burning and she's certain the collar on her sweater is too tight as she makes a stop motion with her hands, looking away.
"Good job, Jughead," she hears Veronica murmur.
"This is totally humiliating, V."
"Betty, my love, if you can't talk about it, should you really be doing it?"
Tugging on her sleeves she meets Veronica's eyes. "I can talk to Jughead just fine about it. I don't know, I feel like once it gets that intimate it's really private."
"Oh, B. I get that, it's special for the two of you, but I think being prepared will help you relax when the time comes," Veronica tells her, reaching up to grab a box from the shelf. "Here, this one has a bunch of different kinds so you can figure out what you like."
Taking the box from her and walking quickly to the register she buys them with all the Cooper confidence she can muster up as she looks the clerk in the eye when he gives her the total.
Saturday Evening
"So as you can see, we'll be staying the night, if that's alright with the two of you," Veronica explains to Jason and Polly, her luggage at her feet where Archie set it down.
"That's fine," Polly says quickly, peeking at Betty who has been looking through the evidence Jason had compiled against Clifford Blossom since he set it in front of her hours ago.
Betty doesn't know what the rest of them did all afternoon but she and Jughead had barely moved from the table they were sitting at. Aside from stopping to eat, they had been focused the entire time. And she needs a break from it.
"Are you tired, Betts?" Jughead asks her, rubbing a hand across her back.
Betty yawns before she can answer and he laughs as she covers her mouth, nodding at him.
"Let's go find rooms, then," he tells her, grabbing her hand and walking out of the room to find Veronica and Archie.
Making their way up the stairs, they follow the sound of Veronica's voice as she's running pros and cons for each available room.
Betty can't help but grin at her when they finally find her. "It's for one night, Veronica, does it really matter what way the window faces?"
Veronica turns and looks at her, aghast. "Yes."
Jughead is rubbing the bridge of his nose at that. "Just point me to a room, please, I don't even care if it has windows or not."
"Archiekins, be a dear and show them to their room," Veronica calls as she wanders off looking for goodness knows what.
Archie sighs but stands up from the bed he was sitting on, their bags at his feet. "Sure, Ronnie."
"After you, Jeeves," Jughead says, motioning for Archie to walk ahead. He has her overnight bag in his hands as he follows her out of the room and down the hall.
Opening the door to a room that seems perfectly fine, Archie gestures at them to go in. "We'll see you in the morning, guys."
"Tell Veronica goodnight for me okay, Arch?" Betty asks him, already going through her bag Jughead set on the bed.
"Sure thing."
"'Night, Archie," she hears Jughead say right before she hears the click of the door closing.
She looks up as she hears him let out a breath.
He runs his eyes across her face and lets his arms drop to his sides. "Looks like we're alone."
Friday Evening
"I need to go see Jason and Polly, you guys," Betty insists quietly in a booth at Pop's after that night's game.
"Betty, come on, we talked about this," Archie interjects.
Frustrated, Betty puts her hand under the table, starting to curl her nails into her palm when she feels Jughead take her hand, smoothing out her fingers against his leg, keeping his hand on hers.
"I need to know what they know, Archie. I'm getting notes now? Ones that I can't tell if they're threatening or not."
Jughead puts his arm around her, sliding a thumb across the curve of her neck. "Arch, man, I don't like it either but I think we need to do this."
Archie sits back, staring at the table silently.
Veronica sits forward, asking quietly, "Here's what we're going to do, B, you tell your mom you're staying at mine tomorrow night, I'll tell my mom I'm at yours. Boys, you come up with your own plan, I don't know what it is you two when you're alone."
"That sounds pretty weird when you say it like that, Ronnie," Archie tells her, wrinkling his brow in disgust.
"Oh, Archiekins, you know I'd never judge your...curiosities."
Jughead sighs loudly, tilting his head back against the booth. "Veronica, I swear-"
"How will we get there?" Betty interrupts.
"Smithers, of course. He's loyal to the Lodges but he's especially loyal to me," she tells her, moving around in the booth with an irritated look on her face. "This vinyl leaves a lot to be desired when you're sitting on it in a short skirt."
Betty can't help but agree. She thinks she might lose a layer of skin if she moves too quickly while wearing her Vixens uniform.
"So, tomorrow we go back to Shadow Lake?" Jughead asks, resigned to his fate.
"We go back to Shadow Lake."
Saturday Evening
Betty looks like a deer caught in headlights. "Huh?"
Walking up to her, he takes her by the shoulders to make her look at him. "Alone, Betty. Totally unsupervised. No parents. No one is coming through that door unless Veronica decides the feng shui in this room is suddenly better than the one she picked."
He can see she's trying not to smile. Biting her lip and almost making him groan out loud she gives him an innocent look. "You know, suddenly I'm not that tired."
"That's my girl," he says to her, pushing her to sit on the bed before pushing her bag on the floor.
Laughing she falls back taking him with her as he buries his face in the side of her neck, kissing his way up to her ear to whisper,"You have to be quiet."
Pulling back to look at her, her eyes are wide. "Can you be quiet, Betty?" When she doesn't answer or move, he takes her chin in his hand to bring her attention to him. "I asked if you could be quiet."
Betty is nodding at him as she tells him, "I can be quiet."
"Good."
He feels her hands in his hair, taking off his hat and tossing it to table next to the bed as he's grabbing the band from her ponytail, pulling it out of her hair, tossing it to the floor. Taking his hands out of her hair he lifts the hem of her shirt, making Betty sit up so he can pull it off. He's in awe of her every time he sees her like this.
She's reaching for him, trying to get his own shirt off and he helps her, letting it fall to his feet before bringing her forward so he can unclasp her bra and pull it off her shoulders and down her arms until he drops it next to the bed. Laying her back, he's undoing the button to her jeans, tugging them off of her as she lifts her hips to help him shimmy them off of her legs.
They both laugh when they realize her jeans get stuck on her shoes. Taking her boots off, he runs fingers down her calves once she's undressed, pressing light kisses against her ankles as he takes each sock off. Left there in her panties, she leaves him almost breathless, smiling at him the way she is. Moving her free leg, she pulls at the waistband of his jeans with her toes, making it clear she wants them off.
"Are you trying to tell me something, Betty?"
Sitting up on her elbows, she stares at him with a sly grin. "Yeah. Get naked, Jug."
"Really?" he asks, smiling down at her. "Whatever for?"
"You know what for."
Tapping a finger against his chin in contemplation, he says, "I think I want to hear you say it, Betts. Tell me what you want."
Laying back against the mattress again, she looks up at him with soft eyes that don't match the words he never thought he'd hear come from Betty Cooper's mouth. "I want you to fuck me, Jughead."
Saturday Morning
"I said no, Betty!" her mom is yelling at her as she packs an overnight bag.
"What, exactly, is your problem with Veronica, Mom?"
"If she's anything like her parents, that's reason enough. I don't want you in their house, god only knows what you'll be exposed to."
Betty sighs, turning to look at her mom, making eye contact. "Mom, Veronica is my friend, not her parents, and she's been nothing but nice to me. I am going to spend the night and part of tomorrow with her so I can get away and not think about anything for a little while. So I can stop pretending for at least a day."
"What does that mean?" her mom scoffs at her.
As Betty walks by with her packed bag she tells her, "You know exactly what it means, Mom. I'm not stupid, despite how much you wish I was. Just because I haven't said anything doesn't mean I know nothing."
Her mom's face is shocked and wary.
"I'll see you tomorrow afternoon, Mom."
She hears no further protests as she walks down the stairs and out of the door to where Veronica is waiting with Smithers.
Saturday Evening
He almost stops breathing at her words. "You want me to…"
"Yes," she answers. "Unless you don't want to."
"Of course I want to! I want to all the time, honestly I have no idea what is even going on in half of my classes I think about it so much."
She laughs sweetly at him. "You need to pay attention, Jug. But for now, you can start by taking your pants off."
"Oh yeah? You want me to take my pants off?"
"Yes please."
He groans quietly as he tilts his head back, looking at the ceiling to give himself a moment at that. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"Not tonight."
"Well, that's good to know," he tells her as he unbuttons his jeans, bending down to take off his boots and socks, letting his pants fall so he can step out of them once everything is off. He crawls up her body, pressing kisses on random spots on her skin, trailing his lips more than once over the places that make goosebumps appear.
Betty puts her arms around his neck, pulling him to her so she can kiss him. He deepens it, biting her lower lip gently, pulling it into his mouth as she moans quietly.
"You better be quiet, Betty," he demands, moving to her neck, sucking on her pulse point, causing her to dig her fingernails into his shoulders. "So quiet, can you do that for me?"
Eyes closed she nods her head quickly, wrapping her legs around him, bucking her hips into him.
He takes a deep breath at the sensation of her rubbing against him. God, he thinks, I'm going to come before I even get close to being inside of her, I just know it.
Running a hand over her breasts, across her nipple, he continues down past her belly button and under the waist of her panties until his fingers are putting a light pressure against her clit, making her bite her lip, trying to stay quiet like he told her to.
Her hips jerk a bit, making his hand slip, his fingers sliding deeper and he makes it intentional, slipping a finger into her, moving until he can run circles on her clit with his thumb. Feeling her getting wetter as he moves, he increases his speed until she's covered her mouth with one of her hands to stop herself from crying out.
"Are you going to come for me, Betty?" he says right before running his tongue over one of her nipples, pulling it into his mouth to suck lightly on it.
She's nodding frantically at him, her legs starting to shake as he can feel the pulsing he's learned well by now. He moves up to take her mouth with his, to make sure she stays quiet and she's panting, kissing him between gasps as he comes down, her body still shuddering from her orgasm.
He smiles at her flushed face and the calm in her eyes. "How good do you think my rebound period is?"
"What?" she asks, confused.
"You're just so beautiful when you come, Betty, it just sort of happens," he says sheepishly, gesturing to the growing wet spot on his boxers.
She bites both of her lips into a line, trying not to laugh at him. "Really, Juggie?"
"Hey, I'll be back in the game before you know it."
"You better hope so," she tells him seriously. "I have plans for you."
Saturday Morning
"Did you leave the note?" he asks Archie.
Archie, picking up his bag, nods at him. "Left it on the fridge."
Jughead picks up his own small bag. "You don't think he'll question it, do you?"
"I hope not. But we've done it before so I don't see why he would have a problem with it. I even texted him about it, just to be on the safe side since he's so busy with the SoDale stuff still."
Locking up the house after making sure Vegas had food and water, they walked part way up the street to make sure Alice Cooper didn't see them getting into the car with Betty and Veronica. Seeing the waiting car, they upped their pace and slid into the back as quickly as possible.
"Hello, boys," Veronica greets them. "And what is your cover story?"
Archie leans to kiss her hello as he answers, "Camping for the night before it starts snowing for the year."
"Believable?"
"Yup. Done it before, plenty of times."
"Good."
Saturday Night
She's laying across his chest, under the sheet on the bed as he runs his fingers down her spine. "Veronica made me buy condoms."
He's sure he should be more surprised than he is. "What?"
"Yeah, so, I packed protection in case you were wondering."
He looks down at her. "Betty, of course I have protection. Did you really think I'd expect you to take care of that?"
She shrugs at him. "I don't know, I've never had to worry about it before."
Laughing at that, he holds her tighter. "At least we both came prepared."
Her leg is rubbing against his as he fingers trace circles against his stomach. If she's looking for a reaction, she's going to get one. "What are you doing?"
"Waiting impatiently for my boyfriend to...stand at attention?" she says with a coy smile, increasing the pressure of her fingers on his skin. "Is it working?"
"Oh, it's working," he answers as he pulls her into a sitting position with her legs straddling his as he lets her weight sit on him, pushing his hips up to let her feel how hard he is. Her breasts are eye level with him and he can't help it as he buries his face into her chest, hugging her tightly to him, breathing in the sweet smell of her skin.
Finally looking up at her, he questions her. "Do you want me to fuck you, Elizabeth?"
"Yes," she says in a low soft tone.
"Say please," he demands, his hands going up into her hair and pulling on it until she gasps.
"Please."
Moving his hands back down he runs his fingers under the edge of the panties she's still wearing. She moves so he can pull them down, adjusting herself until he gets them all the way off.
Having already taken his wet boxers off, he reaches over the edge of the bed for the bag he knows is sitting on the floor and grabbing the handle he brings it up next to them. Unzipping it, he takes the condoms he packed in it out. "See?" he tells her. "Preparedness is key."
"You're ridiculous."
Taking the packet from him, she looks it over. "Do you know how to put this on?"
"I really hope so," he responds, taking it back and opening it. Rolling it on, he'll never admit he's proud he managed to do it right the first time. "Come here." Reaching for her, he helps her to her knees until she's kneeling over him, both showing real anxiety for the first time.
"We don't have to do this now, Betty," he assures her, her nervousness apparent.
She makes eye contact with him. "I want to."
"Okay," he says to her, gripping her hips as she slowly lowers herself onto him, only adjusting a little when he slips a bit.
At the feeling of being inside of her for the first time, he's holding his breath in awe of it. The heat, the slide of it, the tight walls gripping him.
Her body is stiff as she's working her way down, looking like she's uncomfortable. "Betty?"
Eyes popping open, she looks down at him. "I'm okay, it's just a little painful and weird."
"Weird?"
"Yeah, I don't think I can explain it," she says, letting more of her weight pull her down farther onto him.
Sucking in a breath, he jolts at the feeling. "God, Betty, you're so-" he can't finish as she starts moving, hands on his shoulders holding her steady as she tests the movements of how it feels to slide up and down.
He can see the moment she starts to enjoy it, her face relaxes and she smiles softly at him as she moves, the heat of her becoming more apparent as the sensation becomes something else for her. Jughead doesn't think as he takes over, flipping over and pressing her back into the mattress, he pulls her knees up, sliding his hands up until he's gripping the backs of her knees, pushing them up and holding them apart so he can see himself sliding slowly in and out of her. Groaning, he looks up at her flushed face. "Fuck, Betty-"
He can't finish the thought as he feels her move her hips a little higher, pulling him deeper into her, causing her to gasp and open her eyes and meet his. He slowed his movements, not knowing if it was a good or bad gasp.
"Betty?"
Tilting her head back, she slipped her legs out of his grip, wrapping them back around him and pulling him to her even closer. Good gasp, he thinks. Definitely a good sound. Taking advantage of his free hands, he leans over her, holding himself above her with his arms moving until they were under her shoulders, pressing his fingers into her skin as he increased his pace, breathing heavily into the side of her neck, sucking softly on it, making her moan quietly into his ear.
He can feel her as she wraps her arms around him, tightening her legs to keep him in place. She's panting into his ears, the heat of her breath making him shiver as he gets lost in the sensation of thrusting into her. Moving one of his hands out from under her, he takes hold of her hair, curling his fingers into it, tugging her head away from him for better access to the side of her neck.
Whispering into her ear he tells her, "I love you, you know-"
"I love you too-"
"No, I don't think you understand," he continues, his pace slowing so he can concentrate on the words he can't keep in. "The way I love you makes me think no one else even knows what love is."
Trying to meet his eyes, she's confused as she asks, "What?"
Giving into the temptation to thrust into her again, he does it slow and deep before he answers. "The idea that we live in a world that is as cruel as ours that knows love the way I love you is something I just can't believe in."
She's looking at him like the impact of what he said took her ability to breathe. "I think my soul has always loved you, like it's always known the best parts of me are the pieces of you I carry."
He can feel his eyes threaten to tear up at that so he leans down to press a kiss to her lips and continue thrusting into her, feeling her legs tighten again. Pulling his mouth away from hers, he puts his face into her hair, trying to keep his breathing even as he feels the pressure building in him, making him move faster and with the feeling of his chest pressed to hers, the silk of her hair tangled in his fist, the sound of her struggle to keep her moans quiet, he can't control the shudder that runs through his body as he finishes, biting her neck harder than he'd ever do on purpose to keep himself from groaning her name out loudly into the quiet of the room.
He feels her jerk at that under him, her body reacting to the pressure of his teeth into the skin of her neck. Gasping loudly she turns her head to look at him with wide eyes. He wonders if he'll always think she's impossibly beautiful, if he'll always think he's the luckiest fool alive. Jughead thinks the answer to both will always be yes.
Pushing her hair out of her face he tells her, "I thought I told you that you needed to be quiet."
Her face is flushed and pink and her body is thrumming under him as she responds, "You bit me, Jug."
"I think you liked it, Betty," he tells her with a grin.
Smiling at him, she nods, letting her legs fall to the sides of him. His face falls a bit as he realizes she didn't come again.
"You didn't…" he trails off, running a hand down her side, even as he's still inside of her, still between the slick skin of her thighs.
"I already did, remember?"
Nodding at her, he looks at her as he starts to pull back and out of her, slowly. She winces slightly at the feeling of it and he can't help the guilt he feels over it if he's made her sore. There was nothing but the overwhelming pleasure of being inside of her for the first time and he knows it wasn't the same for her. He starts to move down her body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake, stopping to run his tongue along her nipples, lightly sucking on each one until she's squirming beneath him, grabbing at him before making fists into the sheets to keep herself steady.
When he gets to her bellybutton he traces the circle of it with his tongue, making her put a hand to her mouth to keep quiet. Lifting his head up a little he tells her in a low voice, "Good girl. You need to stay quiet, what would everyone think if they heard you?"
Going back to laying kisses across her abdomen he can feel her knees going up and down, trying to release some of the energy he's building in her.
"You're not going to make any noise are you, Betty?"
She shakes her head back and forth, still keeping a hand to her mouth.
Moving his hands until they're under her hips, he pushes up until she's slightly lifted, her legs falling further open to give him better access to all of her pretty pink parts. Quirking an eyebrow he says, "You know, while I know that pink isn't your favorite color, I think it's rapidly becoming mine."
Betty makes a shocked sound low in her throat. "Oh my god, Jug."
He responds by running his tongue over her clit, making her put both of her hands over her mouth this time. When she tilts her head to look at him, he's already looking at her, wanting to see her face as he slips his tongue back and forth, increasing the intensity the way he knows she likes. Her eyes are wide, and she's panting while her knees trying to close around him. With a sudden movement he's up and sitting on his his haunches between her legs, reaching to push her up, to lay on the pillows close to the head of the bed. Helping him, she's adjusting herself until she's comfortable and he lays back down, using a hand to hold her abdomen down as he slides a finger into her, making sure to be careful in case she's sore while lightly sucking her clit between his teeth.
Her hand is suddenly in his hair, tightly grasping as she's biting her lips to stay quiet. He enjoys the feeling of it, knowing that he can make her react that way. That he's the only one to have done so, he wants to know her body with the same ease he uses to breathe. Wanting to keep her hips still, the pressure of holding her down seems to make her desire to move even stronger, something he thinks she likes just as much as he does. He can feel the little convulsions in her thighs, the quivering in low in her abdomen as her muscles contract, the movement of her legs as they try and find purchase along the slippery fabric of the sheets.
Looking up he meets her eyes as he slips in a second finger, running his tongue in circles with a firm pressure as her other hand reaches for his free one, her nails biting into him as she struggles to keep her eyes open and regulate her breathing while trying to keep quiet.
He wishes she could let go and be as loud as she wants to be. But they're not in a place where she can and he doesn't want her to wake up to the embarrassment of everyone, including her sister, knowing what they're doing.
"Come on, baby, just let it go," he tells her, lifting his head while keeping his fingers moving, pressing his thumb on her clit so he can watch her as she finishes. The telltale shaking of her legs starts, her gasping breaths as she tries to control the moans that want break free, he works her through it until she jerks and pushes him away from her, panting and looking so beautiful as she falls apart and puts herself back together.
He moves back up the bed to hold her, trying to find a way to dispose of the condom without getting off the bed. Sighing, he doesn't see any other option until he gets an idea.
Smirking at her, she looks at him questioningly and he asks her, "Shower?"