Author's Note: I wrote this chapter solely because I wanted them to have more sex. I will not apologize. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Betty wasn't sure what time it was when she woke up, but it was before dawn. She stretched and could feel Jughead next to hers. They had closed the garage door, but with the thin insulation and concrete floors, the garage was freezing. Sometime in the night, Jughead must have added another blanket to the bed because she was still warm despite the cool air around them.
Because of her anxiety, Betty rarely slept through the night undisturbed, but her sleep had been deep and restful last night. Every time she was with Jughead it was the only time she truly relaxed. God, it was good between them. So good that it was unreal, too good to be true. That fight they'd gotten into last night had been awful. When he'd said they needed to talk after the party, but was silent as they walked to Pop's, she just knew he was going to break up with her. He didn't want that party, but she pushed it on him anyways. Like always, she bulldozed her way in and took control. And then Chuck had told Jughead and everyone else that Betty was just as crazy, maybe more so, than Polly.
What if they really were on borrowed time?
No, Jughead loved her. He had told her and he had proved it by accepting her flaws and weaknesses. He stood by her, and tried to kiss her pain better. She trusted him, even with the ugly, hidden parts of perfect Betty Cooper. He thought he was the one that didn't deserve her, but it was the other way around.
He shifted next to her. They were laying on their sides, facing the same way. His arms wrapped around her again, just like they had when they'd fallen asleep last night. Not yet awake, he nuzzled her hair, mumbling something against the nape of her neck. She scooted back until her back pressed into him. He was hard and ready, and she had woken up wanting him. She rubbed against him, and he sighed in his sleep. She reached behind her and pulled him free of his underwear.
"Juggie, are you awake?" she asked.
His breath caught as she stroked him, and he came fully awake. "Good morning, Betts," he murmured, his voice still heavy and thick with sleep. His hand went to the juncture of her thighs and she moaned when his fingertips circled, teasing her, making her wetter than she already was.
"I wish I could wake you up every morning like this," she said, increasing the friction.
"Me too," he said kissing her neck, nibbling her earlobe. He palmed her breast, moved her slightly and sank into her. They exhaled in unison as he started to move. He gripped her hips and she could tell he was already close.
"Betty," he said, gritting his teeth. His hand moved to her front and went to work. Just as it started to feel good, an alarm rang on Jughead's phone. Shit. She needed to get home before her mom woke up. If Alice knew she'd slept over with Jughead, she'd go from liking to hating her boyfriend in a second. The alarm didn't distract Jughead. She felt him shudder and relax.
He reached across her, shut off the alarm, and tossed his phone onto the coffee table. Not yet satisfied, she squirmed against him, and he knew what she needed. His fingers continued until she came a moment later, with him still pulsating inside her.
"I've got to go, Jug," she said after a few minutes of them both just laying there in each other's arms.
"No way, he said. He tightened his hold around her waist and kissed her shoulder.
"Do you and Alice Cooper to still ship us?" she asked.
He loosened his hold on her. "I'd hate for her to stop."
"Exactly," she said. She stood up and did up all the buttons of the flannel shirt.
He rolled onto his back and stacked his hands under his head. "Can I come over later? What's Alice making for Sunday dinner? I'm hungry," he said, patting his flat stomach.
"Don't know what's for dinner, but I'm going to be busy most of the day with Homecoming stuff."
"That's right. You're on the party planning committee."
"I am the party planning committee."
"Do you need help?" he asked.
She started to hesitate. Homecoming wasn't his thing. Hell, he hadn't even asked her to be his date yet. But planning Polly's baby shower wasn't in his wheelhouse either, but he had been there for her through that. Homecoming was beginning to be overwhelming. She should take the help he offered before it spiraled out of control.
"Actually, yes," she said. Want to help me decorate the gym?"
"Of course. I'm there."
He tilted his head up for a goodbye kiss, but her lips touched his cheek instead of his mouth. High school dances were probably up there with birthday parties on his list of things he hated, but she didn't want to have to go stag, or worse, the third wheel to Archie and Veronica. She wanted to be understanding, but she also wanted to go to the dance with her boyfriend, a dance she'd spent countless hours planning.
"Hey, Betts!" Jughead called after her. He got up from the bed and came to her. "When is homecoming?"
"This coming Friday night," she said tightly, even though she tried to sound pleasant. But you know what? She didn't have to pretend she was okay. He was her boyfriend, and while she may respect the fact that he didn't want to go to the dance, it didn't change the fact that she wanted to go. It was who she was.
"Can I go with you?" He pulled on his cap as he neared her.
"Well, you're the one who is supposed to ask me."
"Oh," he said. "That's why you're mad."
"I'm not mad," she said, but her voice gave her away. He already knew. She might as well admit it. "But I do want to go."
He took her hands in is. "Whatever you're doing, I want to be there, too. My birthday was different. I'm sorry about how I reacted. I-"
She placed her hand on his chest. "It's okay. You've already apologized. I get it." He smiled. She understood. She would always accept him for who he was, just like he accepted her.
"So will you be my date for Homecoming?" he asked.
"Yes!" she said, jumping into his arms and kissed him full on the mouth. She didn't even try to did her excitement. "Yes, yes, yes." Her lips traveled down his neck as she reached underneath his shirt.
"I hate to say it, but you've got to get home." Jughead pulled away. "I need Alice to still like me," he said.
"You're right," she said. She kissed him one more time. "Meet me at school in a few hours and we'll start the Homecoming prep."
Her hand was on the door when he said, "I love you, Betty."
She smiled as she turned around. "I love you, Jug," she replied.
As she rushed from the Andrews's property, the morning somehow felt colder than it had the night before. The cold concrete hurt her bare feet as she ran across the adjoining driveways. She snuck through the front door, tiptoed up the stairs, put on her pjs, climbed into bed, and got about two minutes of sleep before her mother came through the door without knocking.
Alice had brought her tea, and aspirin for her headache. Her mother knew about the kegger next door at the Andrews's last night, and yet she didn't call the cops or come over screaming for Betty to come home. Alice had actually been nice and non judgmental since Hal had left. Maybe her dad was the reason she was so uptight all the time. Maybe he was the reason she strived for perfection. Without Hal, Alice was almost nice.
She would never admit it to anyone, but ever since her dad left and her mother had revealed some of his secrets, Betty had started to suspect her father. Well, she had suspected her dad when Sheriff Keller's murder board was stolen, but she'd put it out of her mind until recently. But the more she thought about it, the more it added up. Polly was his favorite daughter, and Jason defiled her, impregnated her, and then abandoned her. No one hated Jason Blossom more than Hal Cooper, and it scared Betty.
An hour later, she was showered and dressed, and ready to run to the school to finish editing the next Blue and Gold edition before it was sent to be printed on Monday. She'd sent Jughead a message saying just that, so she was pleasantly surprised that Jughead was waiting for her in the driveway, in FP's truck.
He stuck his head out the window. "Need a ride?"
"Hey, Jug. I thought you were going to meet me at school."
He shrugged. "I figured that I could help with editing, too, or decorate the gym while you're working on The Blue and Gold. And I thought I could give you a ride to school."
She smiled and went around to the passenger side of the truck. "FP let you borrow his truck?"
"Yep. I actually went to visit him this morning."
"Really? How did it go?"
"Good. He's actually trying. I'm thinking about moving back home."
"That's great, Jug," she said. "I'm so happy for you."
"You're the reason. Thanks for inviting him to my party."
"Sometimes my overbearing nature helps," she said, smiling. She scooted across the bench seat until her hips pressed into his. He put his arm around her and put the truck into drive.
The day was usually warm for October in Riverdale. He left the windows down and had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on her knee. With the wind in her hair and her boyfriend by her side, Betty felt like a normal teenager for the first time in months. For the moment, there was no murder to investigate, no overwhelming anxiety or darkness, no arguments with Jughead, no worries of her sister's pregnancy or her father leaving her mother. She was just Betty, happy to have a Sunday afternoon with Jughead. Happy to be in love. Happy to be having amazing sex. Just happy.
Jughead pulled up to the school, parked in the empty lot, and then turned to her. "Want to neck in the parking lot?" Jughead asked. "It's what the cool kids are into these days."
She chuckled. "I'd like to do more than makeout with you, but I'd prefer something a little more private," she whispered into his ear.
"We've never had sex at school," he said.
"True, but we have to edit first and decorate the gym," she said, but her hand was on his thigh, creeping upwards.
"What if I distract you?" Jughead asked.
"I won't be distracted," she said, removing her hand from his crotch and smiling.
"Is that a challenge, Betts?" Jughead asked. He stepped out of the truck, went around to her side, and opened the door.
She hopped out and shrugged as she walked away from him and toward the school. She could feel him, a step behind her as they walked through the front doors. She wanted to forget all her responsibilities, take a drive down to Sweetwater River, and spend the afternoon with him in the bed of FP's truck, but she really did need to get this stuff out of the way before the week started.
The school and the hallway were abandoned for the weekend. Only Principal Weatherby, the janitors, and Betty had a key to the main doors. When she had taken over the Blue and Gold, she convinced their former faculty advisor to get her a copy of the key. Betty promised the teacher that she would still get paid for supervising the paper, but had to do no work if she would just give Betty the key.
They started in the gym, organizing streamers and white strings of lights, and the entire time, Jughead touched her every chance he got. His fingers lingered on hers when he handed her the table's centerpieces. His lips brushed against her neck when they were in the closet that held the folding chairs. And when he wasn't in physical contact with him, she felt his eyes on her, watching her. Despite the heat being left off over night, and the chill in the air, she found herself sweating, wanting him to do more than touch her, wanting him to lay her down on this dirty gym floor and ravish her.
But Jughead spent hours with her, dutifully decorating, rearranging, and helping with whatever she asked of him. They just needed to make it through the editing of the Blue and Gold. Then they really could spend the afternoon at Sweetwater River. She could do it. She wouldn't give into temptation. She would get the job done first.
"We've just got to finish up the paper, and we can go," she said to him. He followed her down the hall, but as Betty reached for the door of the Blue and Gold room, Jughead pushed it closed.
"Jughead, what are you doing?" she asked without turning around. She tried to open the door, but he shut it again.
He didn't respond in words, but he made what he wanted very clear. Curving his arm around her waist, he pulled her against him. She arched her back, and she could feel every hard inch of him. One of his hands snuck up under her shirt, pushing the cups of her bra aside, so he could touch her bare skin.
She rested her forehead against the cool wood of the door as his lips moved up her spine. He pushed her hair aside as he kissed the nape of her neck. He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and pushed them over her hips but no farther. He caressed her through her panties and then beneath She was soft and pliant as his fingers slipped inside her. Reflexively her hips tilted forward and then back. The movement caused him to groan with pleasure every time she rubbed the cleft of her ass against him.
He opened the door, and if he wouldn't have had ahold of her waist, she would have fallen forward. As they came into the room, he spun her around and slammed the door shut, taking a moment to lock it. He pushed her jeans and panties down the rest of the way and she stepped out of them. He stayed in front of her, kneeling and kissed the apex of her thighs, his tongue delving in. Her fingers combed through his hair, pushing his hat off and getting lost in the dark waves.
After she came, he stood and lifted her on the way up. She wrapped her legs around him as he walked her over to the large table at the center of the room. He plopped her down on the tabletop, and Betty spread her legs to accommodate him.
His entry was swift this time, and she was glad. She was desperate to have him inside her. His hands went to her back, all ten fingers pressing into her spine, moving up to grip her neck and bring her mouth down for a kiss. With her sitting on the table, they were at eye level, and his gaze locked on her, never leaving as he thrust into her again and again. But when her body started to tremble, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, and she enjoyed the fullness of her orgasm as it moved its way through her body. When she looked back at Jughead, he was still watching her.
"I love you," she said.
"I love you, too, Betty," he replied, and then he closed his eyes and gave in, too.
Jughead pulled away from her, did up his pants, and handed Betty her jeans from off the ground. Betty slipped on her jeans, but that was all the moving she could do. She lay back on the table and closed her eyes. Damn. She'd seen sex like that in movies, but she didn't think it could be a reality. She heard Jughead boot up the computers and printer, then there was typing. After she didn't get up and start helping, he came over and nudged her thigh.
"Now we won't be so distracted and can get some work done," Jughead said. He leaned down and kissed her before pulling her to her feet.