*I've been rereading some of the chapters and I'm finding so many typos :P Sorry guys! I write really quickly when i get into it, so just bare with me lol*

Betty turned her body groaning out loud at the stiffness of her neck, she stretched her arms up over her head and looked to her side, her eyes drinking in the sweetest sight as Jughead slept next to her completely knocked out still, the events of last night flooding back to her as she studied him. His face looked so soft in sleep, almost boyish. His cheek was pressed so hard into the pillow that it squished his face making his lips pursed together, his jet black her messily covered his forehead and his matching dark lashes laid flat against his cheek bones. She sighed happily wishing his face could always look so innocent without the hard lines of a glare the way it did when he was awake. She rolled over again and slid quietly out from under the covers careful not to wake him. Grabbing his shirt from where it was squished slightly under her pillow she slid it over her head and tiptoed around the bed surveying the room before remembering that her phone was still down stairs in her bag and she had no idea what time it was or if anyone had tried to call her. Her bare feet made as little noise as possible as she made her way to the door and slowly pulled it open shutting it behind her. She shivered as her pace quickened and she made her way down the hallway and down the stairs, Jugheads soft t-shirt the only thing shielding her from the brisk morning air. She knelt down by her bag and rummaged through it finding the sleek metal of her phone, making her way to the couch and grabbing the blanket. She curled up on the soft cushion pulling the blanket around her and finally pressing the center button on the phone lighting it up to show the time, 9:24 am and four new text from Kevin, one from her mom, five from Archie, along with three missed calls from him. She sucked in a sharp breath and cursed as she exhaled realizing she had never actually sent the text to Kev letting him know she wasn't going to be showing up and to cover for her. She slid her thumb across the screen and let her eyes skim over the texts from archie first:

I guess I'll just see you tomorrow….

Goodnight Betty.

I Love you

Hey Good morning, hope we are okay.

Hello?

She closed her eyes taking a deep breath and opened the next text from her mom:

Elizabeth, Please ask sheriff Keller for a quote for me, call me when you wake up. XO

Relief flooded her as she let it sink in that her mother had just assumed she had stayed at Kevin's. She flipped down one more conversation and opened Kevin's texts:

When will you be here? My eyes will not even stay open.

Woman it is 3am, you better have a good explanation for ruining my beauty sleeeeeep!

I totally passed out, where they hell are you?

ELIZABETH COOPER! Did you end up in a certain redheads bed?!

She pressed the screen opening the keyboard and swiftly began typing back

I'm so sorry Kev! I'll be there as soon as I can and i'll explain everything… Just if anyone asks I'm there.

But before she could hit send her phone started vibrating in her hand and Archie's name and a photo of him lit up as the sickening buzzing sound continued. Her heart beat sped up and she braced herself as she hit the green button and accepted the call.

"Hey!" she started cheerily, feigning a smile before remembering he couldn't see her "I'm so sorry my phone died," she chirped.

"Betty, you're okay," He said as more of a statement "Where are you?" He asked concern and worry dripping from his voice causing a massive wave of guilt to flood over her.

"Oh, I ended up going to Kevin's. I was so tired and it was closer," she laughed effortlessly.

"So you stayed at Kevin's last night? You're still there?" He asked suspiciously.

"Yes, I'll be home soon," She tried.

"Hm, that's so weird that you would sleep at his house without him knowing." Archie said flatly.

"What?" she squeaked her palm beginning to sweat as she gripped her phone tighter.

"Kevin is here right now, at my house…. Looking for you," He spat through the phone. She gulped realizing the gravity of the situation she was in. She couldn't say she was home, it was right next to his house… She heard a loud throat clearing and turned her head to see a boxer clad and shirtless Jughead leaning on the bannister at the end of the stairs watching her. The sounds started dulling in her ears as blood rushed to them, and panic started setting in.

"Betty?" Archie barked startling her and causing Jug to move from his perch and close the distance between them, he loomed close enough to be able to hear the other side of the phone, crossing his arms over his chest menacingly.

"I… um… I can explain," she stammered trying to reel her brain for a way out of the situation. Jughead cleared his throat again loudly, and she shot him a glare, her nostrils flaring.

"Who the hell are you with?" Archie practically yelled "What the fuck is going on?" She stood up and swept past jughead angrily her feet pounding loudly on the hardwood floors. She turned the corner and leaned against the kitchen counter.

"Look, the truth is i've had a very strange night," she finally said weakly. Jughead was right behind her though making his way into the kitchen and watching her like a hawk.

"Feel free to elaborate," Archie continued with his angry tone but it began losing its momentum.

"I was starting to walk home…" she sighed letting her face fall into her hands. "And someone started following me, I got super scared so I started running and I found an ally way to hide in, luckily I ran into…" she paused bracing herself for the words she had to speak next. "Jughead, he had still been in the area, and we were able to get to his car and he gave me a ride home," she explained sticking at least somewhat to the truth.

"You're with Jughead Jones?" Archie asked genuinely shocked.

"She is where?" Kevin yelled through the phone clearly still with Archie.

"I didn't have another choice Arch," She started, she could feel Jughead staring at her his eyes burning a hole through her chest but she couldn't look up at him. "I was terrified, and they followed us in his car, we got away but we ended up having to stay at a safe house until we could be sure they were gone and Jug wanted reinforcements," she explained.

"This is insane, do you even hear yourself right now?!" He yelled into the phone. Unfortunately she did hear herself and she knew exactly how crazy all of it sounded. Not to mention that she wasn't even telling him the full story, her heart dropped further into her stomach as she finally admitted to herself that she still needed to end things with Archie, but she couldn't do it right then. It would absolutely crush him and he would probably very quickly put all of the pieces together and if that happened she would have absolutely no chance of saving their friendship, if she even had any chance at all, and the gravity of that was too much on her for the moment.

"I know it doesn't make any sense right now but I promise I will explain everything Arch, as soon as I'm home I'll tell you everything," she tried in a small voice, Jughead flinched slightly and turned his head away from her, she finally looked at him, searching his profile as he looked away, his straight eyelashes facing down, the sadness and defeat evident in his features.

"Then come home Betty, I'll be over in 30," Archie practically begged his voice giving away the panic he clearly felt.

"I'll do my best, I'll text you when I'm home," she was overflowing with guilt now but all she wanted was to be off the phone, to be able to explain her position to Jug and make him understand.

"I love you Betty, be safe please," Archie whispered into the phone, she could hear Kevin talking but couldn't make out what he said.

"I will," and with that she hung up. She dropped her phone from ear and gripped it tightly, waiting for Jughead to look at her but he never did. "Jug," she pleaded, but he just turned his head further away and pushed off the wall walking back in to the living room. She followed close on his tail and tried again, "Jughead," she rushed to him and grabbed his hand just as he passed the couch.

"Go change, I'll take you home," He growled whipping around to face her "Or should I just take you straight to his house?" His eyes narrowed as a terrifying anger radiated from him.

"Jug, you have to understand," she begged gripping his hand tighter.

"Understand what?" he started, pulling his hand forcefully from hers "That you are so incapable of confrontation that you that you would rather hurt people than be honest?" he raised his eyebrows tauntingly.

"I'm trying not to hurt people," she felt the hot sting of tears as her water line filled with water. "Archie would be devastated, he would know why I ended things! He would never forgive me!"

"So you can't hurt him, but what about me?" He asked showing no cracks in his now cold demeanor.

"I don't wanna hurt you either," she cried taking a step closer to him.

"But you made your choice."

"No! No I didn't," she tried not to sound too desperate but panic was creeping its way into her voice. He eyed her his jaw clenching as her own words dawned on her " no I mean.. I did, I choose you Jug, I do, I promise," she grabbed at both of his hands trying to hold on to him.

"Don't," He spat at her "Don't do that."

"Do what?" she pleaded.

"Pity me, try to save my feelings," He looked at her so intensely she gasped, a darkness in his eyes. "I don't have them, I don't give a fuck what you do Betty." She felt her eyebrows pull together in confusion at his sudden change of tone.

"What are you talking about?" Her tears threatening to spill over again.

"You can't hurt me," He said enunciating each word carefully. "I don't even want you in this life with me, remember?"

"Stop it Jughead, you don't mean that" she started in a stern voice finding some inner strength. "Please try to understand, I will end things with him, but it's not that simple. Archie and I have been best friends since we were kids and I know it may not make sense to you, but I can't lose that friendship. If he knows I ended things because of someone else…. I would never forgive myself," her eyes pleaded with him searching his face and willing him to see her side. His nostrils flared and his jaw remained clenched but his eyes finally softened a little. "Just please give me some time, I will figure all of this out," she finished, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and waiting for him to respond.

"Fine," he finally huffed out, his shoulder slumped slightly and she could sense the exhaustion from him, but she wasn't sure if it was from the small amount of sleep they got or if it was just from the high levels of emotions they had both been facing for the last few hours. "You have till the end of this week… I'm going to be away for some business, but as soon as I'm home…" He trailed off his head twisting slightly to the side, and she quickly heard it too, the sound of loud motorcycles revving and tires pulling across loose gravel. "Are we clear?" He finished, finally touching her as he grabbed her face in his hands and pulled her closer to him.

"Crystal," She leaned her head back and closed her eyes burning the memory of the way his hands felt into her mind, he leaned down and kissed her softly before pulling away far too soon for her.

"Go change, now," he commanded and she obeyed immediately realizing the small cottage would probably be quickly filled with serpents any minute, and she definitely didn't want to meet any new faces in just her panties and Jughead's shirt. He followed her, and she could feel his eyes watching her run up the stairs ahead of him causing a heated blush to spread on her cheeks. Once they were in the room he grabbed his jeans off the floor quickly and slipped them on just as three loud knocks sounded from the front door. He walked quickly to the bedroom door grabbing his knife off the floor on his way and looking back over his shoulder at her one more time, she watched him still entranced by all the colors that marked his skin and she silently wondered if she would ever get used to them or if it would always make her stare. He made his way out the door, closing it behind him. Betty sat on the bed trying to recount all that had happened in just one night, and trying to figure out how she even felt but her mind was spinning still, she had been running on 3 hours of sleep and yet it had felt like she hadn't slept in days and judging by how bad Jug's dark circles under his eyes were this morning she could only imagine how tired he must be. She pushed herself off the bed and made her way to the bathroom, and once she saw herself in the mirror she cringed. Her hair was still wavy from the braids, and was a total mess, her roots puffed up from how hard she had slept on the pillow and her face was pale with just a small bit of mascara underneath her eyes, not to mention her neck had angry reddish marks that were still trying to calm down where jughead had kissed and sucked on her. The feeling of his lips on her suddenly flooded back and she leaned forward gripping the sink, her eyes fluttering closed. Her body was still so on fire, and the tension in her was driving her insane, after all that had happened last night she still had found no release and neither had he, her mind wandered to him and if he felt the same way she did, she sucked in a sharp breath not really sure if it would just go away. She had never been in a situation like this one before, sure she had some experience getting turned on, with archie a little but mainly with herself, but she had yet to encounter this kind of frustration. She unconsciously squeezed her thighs together, rubbing them back and forth, her eyes still closed as her hand found the soft flesh of her stomach underneath his shirt, she exhaled a shaky breath as she slid it lower dipping it beneath her panties, her fingers tickling herself making her breath quicken as her index and ring finger pushed further and found her soft center rolling in tiny circles on her clit making her moan softly. Her pace quickened as her body tensed underneath her own touch but behind her eyelids he stood in front of her, holding her tightly and kissing her, before gently dropping to his knees and pulling her hips up to his mouth, sucking on the pale skin of her thighs and finally finding her slit with his tongue leaving wet open mouthed kisses against her, she threw her head back moaning more loudly this time. She had never experienced the way it would feel to have anyone's tongue between her legs, but with how wet her fingers already were, she could only imagine. She increased her speed pushing her hips forward against her hand. She was so dangerously close.

"Jug," She whimpered, her other hand still steadying herself on the sink, but she longed for it to be his shoulder as he relentlessly ravished her with his mouth.

"Yes?" His low graveling voice sounded from the bathroom door, her eyes immediately shot open, she spun around and ripping her hand out from her underwear gasping loudly and blushing so hard she thought her own boiling blood may burn her from the inside out. He walked fully into the bathroom closing and locking the door with a lightning fast flick of his wrist, his dark eyes watching her with a hunger she had yet to see in them. "Don't stop," He whispered his voice ragged as he loomed over her. He grabbed her hand gently and never let his eyes leave hers as he lifted her saturated fingers, and sucked them into his mouth running his tongue along her fingertips and tasting her. Her eyes rolled back as they closed again, his action causing her pulse to spike and her body to lean into him craving his touch. He spun her around and made her face the mirror again placing himself behind her and pushing his obvious erection into the top of her ass, still holding her hand he wrapped his arms around her and slid their intertwined fingers down the length of her body resting them at the top of her panties.

"I… I was just…" she stammered trying to explain. He reached their hands under the lacey fabric and her breath hitched.

"Feeling frustrated?" he cooed seductively "Me too," He pushed her fingers back onto herself and started in slow torturous circles, making her touch herself. She moaned breathlessly. He bent his head down kissing her neck, she leaned her head to the side to give him more access and he pressed his lips more forcefully to her, opening his mouth and letting his tongue run along her sensitive skin. His hand increased in speed, and she leaned her head back leaning heavily against him. He released her hand and she whimpered in protest using her fingers herself now, needing release so badly it was almost blinding. "Woah woah," He whispered softly, stilling her hand.

"No, Jug I need it…" she whimpered looking at him through the mirror giving him the sexiest eyes she could muster and pushing her ass against him grinding it in a small circle. His eyes narrowed to slits and and he sucked in a sharp breath, shoving her hand away forcefully and pushing his finger into their place, rubbing in hard quick circles. Betty moaned again reaching both of her hands up and tangling them in his hair, he put his lips back to her neck and used his free hand to hold her against him, gripping her hip so tightly it almost hurt. Her body started shaking as he rubbed her never letting up on his speed or pressure. "Oh, god… I need it," She moaned again, his hand slid up from her hip and cupped her breast brushing his thumb against her hard nipple, she hissed out a breath, her skin feeling impossibly hot as a pressure started building low in her abdomen. She knew she was getting close and with how quickly his fingers were moving she had no chance of holding it back. She impulsively bucked her hips forward into his hand. She moaned more loudly this time and once one spilled from her lips she couldn't stop them. She felt like one of those girls from a trashy porn as she moaned over and over again.

"That's it baby, get rid of that tension," He coaxed into her ear, he pushed her harder into him, somehow rubbing her even harder.

"Jug… I, I'm gonna…" She trailed off into a moan, crying out his name one more time as an orgasm hit her body like freight train. Her thighs clenched together but his hand never stopped as he let her ride her pleasure, making her moan even more uncontrollably.

"God you're so fucking gorgeous," His voice was filled with so much admiration it forced her to look at him again through the mirror, it was clear he had been watching her the whole time, watching her reach euphoria and come down, and his eyes were filled with just as much admiration and love as his words, her eyes suddenly felt pricked with tears and she choked them down trying to find her composure. She spun herself in his arms and faced him, holding his cheeks in her hand and pulling his lips down to hers. As she kissed him, she ran her hands down his body and started unbuttoning his pants, her body still coming down from the high of her orgasm.

"Slow down tiger," He breathed against her lips, pulling back from their kiss.

"But aren't you…frustrated too?" She asked in a hushed voice raising her eyebrow at him.

"Oh, you have no idea," He laughed, affectionately holding his palm against her face. She leaned into his touch, loving this side of him, he was touching her so gently. Her mind flashed back to the night before, the way he had pushed her up against the door, held a knife to her throat. It should make her want to run far away from him, but the tortured, conflicted storm that was Jughead Jones only intrigued her more, he was so clearly a hurricane, but she longed so desperately to somehow be his shelter, to be the steal doors that protected him from all the chaos and destruction, and right then she made herself a promise, that was exactly who she would be for him, no matter what it took. He bent his head down again kissing her, before letting her go from his arms. "We don't have the time, but don't worry, I will be using that sight for a long time to ease all my frustrations," he said tilting his chin up and motioning towards the mirror. "Now seriously, get dressed," He laughed unlocking and walking swiftly out the door. Betty looked into the mirror her cheeks now flushed pink, and instead of looking awful her hair looked sexy and messy, and she smiled at her reflection realizing the way he looked at her even changed the way she saw herself, confidence swelled in her chest. She leaned over the sink turning on the cold water and splashing it over her face, she used the soft plush towel to rub the black makeup from underneath her eyes, and smoothed her hand over the top of her head running her finger and half hazardly combing her hair.