*A/n: extra chapter cuz Riverdale is back tonight! The last little bit has just been a lot of fluff and character development, so you can keep getting to know my versions of these characters, but bare with me! I'm getting to the good stuff! besides who doesn't love some adorable Bugheadness!

Once again thank you guys so much for the reviews and love, it makes me so happy! and I love getting feedback!*

"There isn't really anything to interesting about my story," She smiled shyly.

"I've got about twenty minutes left of cooking, I'm interested in anything that is you. And I could use a story to distract me from the pain" He gave her a puppy dog stare, cracking into a smile as her lips lifted into a smile of her own.

"My family is about as cookie cutter as it gets, I just have one sister, she is off at college, my dad is marketing manager for a band so he travels a lot, and it's usually just me and my mom at the house, you know my mom is a reporter for the paper…" Betty trailed off listing the simple fact about her family.

"Okay, now get to the good stuff," Jug instructed as he focused on cooking.

"Umm, I grew up here, but you know that, I've lived in the same house my whole life, my mom expects a lot me and Polly, so I've spent most of my time just trying to do well in school, and keep up with extracurriculars so I can get into a good school, I've always worked insanely hard to live up to the expectations put on me," She mused tiredly.

"So you work your ass off to be perfect in everyone else's eyes," Jughead looked back at her raising an eyebrow.

"I hate that word, but yes basically," she huffed.

"You are already perfect, Betts," he said meaningfully.

"No I'm not, don't do that… don't put me on that pedestal, everyone else does that and then uses the excuse that they just don't deserve me," She looked down at her hands in her lap, fidgeting with them nervously.

"I don't have to think you are perfect to know I don't deserve you," he said casually but she looked up at him, the hurt obvious on her face.

"I'm not letting you go though, I don't know if I will ever deserve you, but I'll be damned if I don't try to," He kept his attention on cooking, not wanting to see her reaction to his out of character vulnerability, his gut twisting nervously a very foreign feeling for his normal confident attitude. "The only way you are getting away from me is if you suddenly get sane," He laughed trying to make it a joke.

"I'm not crazy," she pouted.

"Yes you are, I had to have you followed all week for your own safety, and yet here you are," He mused, hating himself slightly that he was using that against her, even if he did mean it playfully. He just didn't want her forgetting what his life was like, he wanted her to understand what she was getting herself into. He knew he would do everything in his power to keep her far away from the danger, and he knew the best way to do that was for her to walk away, but his selfish and possessive side wasn't going to let her go, that he was sure of.

"Okay maybe I'm crazy," She laughed lightly "But honestly, this is the most alive I've ever felt."

"Elaborate," He pushed, stirring the bowl of sauce and leaning on the counter watching her.

"I don't know, normally I feel like I'm just on auto pilot, just do good in school, get good grades, make sure I do things that look good on college applications, learn new cheers, manage the store…" she rattled off the list.

"So this is the first thing you've ever done that's just for you," He concluded trying to read her the way she did with him.

"I guess, it's also the first time I've ever done anything I wasn't supposed to," She smiled to herself mostly.

"Oh shit," Jug laughed making her look at him confused "So I'm just your rebellious stage," he nodded narrowing his eyes.

"No, you are not just a phase," She glared "If I just wanted to rebel I think I would go for something a little less terrifying," she rolled her eyes.

"So you still find me terrifying?" He asked looking at her pointedly.

"No...yes… I don't know," She huffed frustratedly.

"No it's good, if you weren't at least a little scared I would be very worried," he laughed pulling open the bag of shrimp and tossing it into skillet with olive oil.

"You really aren't just me trying to rebel, Juggie, I still have no idea what I'm doing, but I know it's not that," She pushed off the counter walking over to him and looking at the stove. "This actually smells amazing," She smiled up at him.

"I'm going to choose to ignore the surprise in your voice," He looked at her sideways. "I know I'm not just a phase, or I seriously hope not," He answered her original thought. "If it makes you feel better, I don't know what I'm doing either," he shrugged, stirring the pasta.

"What do you mean?" Betty asked.

"I don't do this, this is all very strange territory for me, but I'm trying…" He trailed off making a face at himself.

"I've been told," She watched him, smiling knowingly.

"I'm afraid to ask," He laughed, but he narrowed his eyes, not enjoying that his boys were talking to her about him.

"Why are you trying so hard with me?" She asked shyly, he paused thinking about an answer as he reached into a cabinet and pulled down two bowls, filling them up with pasta and covering them with sauce and shrimp. "I'm so…ordinary," She continued when he didn't speak. He almost dropped the two bowls in his hand at her words. He set them on the counter, stepping closer to her, and grabbing her face in his hands somewhat forcefully, staring down at her strongly.

"You, Betty Cooper, are anything but ordinary. I don't ever want to hear you say another thing like that about yourself, ever again," He searched her eyes willing her to see herself the way he did, but as she looked up at him skeptically, he knew he was going to have to do better than that. "You walked into my bar, dressed to kill, just to get answers. You calmed me down from a fight when you had no reason to even care if I got arrested. You snuck into a basement with a bobby pin because you couldn't ignore your curiosity. You are brave, and smart, and determined, and sometimes a little too reckless, but you don't back down. You challenge the shit out of me, and you have so much empathy and understanding in you that it's actually terrifying. I don't know exactly why I am trying so damn hard... but you make me want to be something better than I am, that's fucking extraordinary," He stopped himself letting his own words hit him too, an odd feeling bubbling up in his chest as he watched her stare at him, her mouth falling slightly open and her eyes glassy. He wanted her to respond, and simultaneously hoped she wouldn't, that she would just ignore his weirdly honest outburst. He pulled his hands from her face, trying to find the piece of him that could build back up his guard quickly, searching himself for the coldness, but he couldn't get it back. As he looked into her eyes he felt it, that wall he had up with her was shattered, and the way she was lovingly staring back at him, made him want to run. Emotions were never his strong suit, he knew that about himself, and he never usually let himself go this far. He was an intense person, he just had never realized that intensity also applied to his heart apparently.

"Jug…" she whispered her voice breaking slightly, and he had reached his threshold, he turned away grabbing the bowls again.

"Lets eat," He said walking past her and making his way to the couch, she seemed frozen for a minute, but eventually followed him. She seemed dazed as she sat on the couch next to him, taking the bowl from him but still searching his face. "Sorry, I'm new to this whole emotions and relationship thing, but I'm doing my best," He sighed feeling the need to explain himself and his sudden shortness.

"I know," Betty smiled seeming to find her voice again, the effect of his monologue wearing off as she returned to normal. "But that was really sweet," She blushed looking down at her food and twisting her fork mindlessly.

"Can we change the subject, I apparently have a limited capacity for this stuff," He gritted his teeth together, oddly preferring to focus on the pain still pulsing in his ribs than his messed up emotional issues.

"Okay, but just one last question…" She trailed off, waiting for a response, he just nodded. "Is that what this is…. A relationship?" She tried to hide it but he could see the faint smile on her lips.

"Shit, I don't know… I have no idea what that even really looks like for me, I just know that I should let you go, but I'm too fucking hooked on you at this point. I happen to have very addictive personality," He shrugged, finding his playful wit again, something he was at least comfortable with.

"Like your drinking talent?" She asked smirking but not looking at him.

"Hey I haven't had anything tonight," He defended himself. She didn't seem to press it or ask him why and he was glad. He had been about as open as possible for himself that night and he didn't think he could get through explaining to her that he didn't like dulling his senses when he was injured, he didn't even take painkillers often. It was a weird internal thing that he had to force himself to feel whatever pain he was in, as a reminder and a lesson. It was something his dad had forced him to do growing up and as fucked up as he knew it was, he still practiced it. He almost laughed out loud at how much FP had fucked him up, but he stopped himself knowing that was something he hoped Betty never had to learn about him.

"So can this be a regular thing?" she asked after taking a bite of her food, He looked up from his bowl, after shoving a huge bite in his mouth, not realizing how hungry he was.

"What?" He asked still chewing with his mouth full.

"You cooking for me?" She smiled happily.

"Sure, if you want it to be," He shrugged. They sat silently for a bit both just eating, she eventually put her bowl down and shifted to face him more. He watched her but continued to shovel food into his face.

"So are you gonna ask me about Archie?" She finally asked after a moment of hesitation. He stopped his fork mid air and pushed it back into the bowl, clearing his throat.

"Do I need to ask?" He said narrowing his eyes. "I gave you a week, it's been a week," He said flatly, having just assumed that she would obey him. He was used to be people just taking his instructions and commands, it hadn't even crossed his mind that she may not have done what he asked.

"Well that would be a pretty normal question in this situation," She looked away embarrassed.

"Okay… Did you end things with him?" He asked narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Yes," She said softly.

"Great," he nodded cockily "See I didn't need to ask, you did what you were told. That's how it works," He stated, grabbing his food again.

"I'm not one of your Serpent's Jug, I don't just listen to your commands," She huffed in frustration.

"But you did listen to my command," He looked up at her confused as to why this was an issue.

"I know but that's not the point," She rolled her eyes.

"Okay, okay, I get it, so how did it go with Archie?" He asked exaggeratedly.

"You don't care," Betty crossed her arms over her chest, looking at him angrily, the last thing he wanted to do right then was argue with her so he dropped the attitude.

"I do care, I'm sorry… really, how did it go?" He asked sounding as genuine as possible, even though he really had no desire to know anything about the idiot Betty used to be dating.

"Fine, I guess, he asked me to be friends with benefits though," Betty looked away from him defiantly, her voice feigning nonchalance. Jughead glared at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you trying to make me jealous?" He gritted out, flaring his nostrils.

"Why? Is it working?" She looked over at him from the corner of her eye.

"Yes," he growled. "I'm going to have a talk with Andrews," Jughead couldn't help the sickening smile on his lips as he thought of the confrontation.

"Okay, stop I'm joking," She stared at him suddenly her eyes wide, she leaned forward grabbing his face in her hands "I told him no, Juggie it's okay," She explained, her act not lasting long.

"He actually asked you for that?" He growled, thinking she had been joking about the whole thing. "Betty… I'm gonna fucking kill him," he shook his head sharply.

"You can't do that," she tightened her grip on his face pulling closer to her. He could see the slight fear in her eyes that she had any idea how jealous of creature he actually was.

"I know, I'm not dumb enough to beat the shit out of a minor," Jughead rolled his eyes at stupidity of the law.

"He isn't a minor, he is 18" Betty looked at him as if the information wasn't the best thing Jug had heard all week.

"He's what?" Jug asked raising his eyebrows happily.

"No! No, that was not a green light Juggie," She shook her head violently, realizing her mistake. "I did what you asked, from now on we leave him out of it," She looked at him sternly still holding his face close to hers.

"Fine, but I swear if he tries anything, I'm taking him down," Jughead held her gaze staring into her eyes "You are mine now," He said, an odd edge to his voice. She blinked up at him, his words seeming to effect her as much as they did him. Without warning she pushed herself forward kissing him, it was timid at first. He kissed her back softly waiting for her to take the lead and see where she went with it, but as she opened her mouth slightly he teetered on the edge of control. He slid his hand over her lap grabbing tightly onto her hip, she slipped her tongue out gently, and he groaned into her mouth taking every ounce of strength he had to not pounce on her. He gripped her hip tighter at the loss as she pulled back searching his face and looking into his eyes deeply.

"I'm yours," She nodded her head slightly, saying it so deliberately his eyes almost rolled back, and it swept away his last bit of composure. He slid his hand swiftly around the small of her back and pulled her over until she was on his lap, her legs straddling him. He reached up with his other hand cradling her face and finding her lips again, she let out a harsh breath from her nose, the warm air hitting his face as he opened his mouth moving it against hers. He felt her hips sink down further into his lap making him groan, she moved against him with a seductive roll of her hips. He slid his hand that was on her back up to her neck pulling her closer to him as he broke the kiss and buried his face in her hair, taking in a deep breath of her scent before placing his lips on her neck, kissing passionately. She threw her head back giving him more access and moaning when he swept his tongue right below her ear. With his free hand he found the bare skin of her knee pushing it slowly up her thigh and underneath the fabric of her skirt. Her breath hitched as she tensed under his touch. His body was impossibly hot, the odd pulse in this injuries only adding to how intense everything felt. His fingers dug into her neck wanting her closer. He pulled her head down, kissing her again, pressing his lips hard against her needing more. His heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears, as he rolled his hips up against her.

"Jug," She broke the kiss, and met his eyes, and he was oddly frustrated that she didn't seem as out of control as he felt. "I want this... but I don't want to get too into it, just to get rejected," She gave him a pointed look.

"I'm not rejecting," He answered shortly, trying to pull her lips back to him, but she pushed back on his hand. He glared at her, clenching his jaw. "You're mine," he growled, his frustration growing to an unnerving point, but she didn't budge. "I'm yours," He tried, his voice bordering on pleading.

"I know, but you won't… I mean I know your rules," She explained looking away sheepishly. His lips twitched involuntarily at her words, pulling up into a snarl. His mind reeling at the fact that his own damn code was cock blocking him.

"You know my rules?" He asked carefully, taking a calculated breath and trying to calm down. She just nodded. "How much do you fucking talk to my crew?" He spat more harshly than he meant to. She flinched and he immediately regretted snapping at her.

"I understand, it's not a bad rule," She started, ignoring his question "But we should talk about it," She tilted her head to the side, her hand still holding his cheek gently.

"Yay, more talking," he said flatly, through his clenched jaw, but he sucked in a long breath, pulling his control back. She watched him, lifting her chin confidently, showing she wasn't backing down. 'Okay…." He sighed in defeat "If you have to know, I already broke at least 6 of my rules for you, and I broke a huge one the last time we were together, it's not just sex Betty. My rule is not get involved at all, but I threw that shit to the wind the second I had you in my bed or did you forget already?"

"No I didn't forget," She blushed, not meeting his eyes, both of them getting lost in a memory of their shower together. "I'm just making sure, we are on the same page," She shrugged. He pulled her back to him, kissing her neck softly.

"We are," He spoke into her skin, opening his mouth and moving his hand into the roots of her hair pulling lightly and moving her head to the side. Her breath quickened as he moved his lips against her, sliding his hand further up her thigh.

"I just don't want you to do anything that you regret," She tilted her head to look at him "And I haven't… you know," She rambled, trailing off.

"Jesus fucking christ," He huffed, throwing himself back onto the couch, letting her go and running both of his hands through his hair in frustration. He closed his eyes tightly, "Fuck my rules Betty," he opened his eyes looking at her as softly as he could in that moment, she reached up holding his face in her hands. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, looking down, before dragging her eyes up to meet his.

"Okay, fuck your rules," she whispered somewhat nervously, he smiled at her repeating his word. Her eyes searched his, a moment of silence passing between as the air shifted to an oddly vulnerable place. His eyebrows knitted together, a strange tightening feeling in his chest. He reached his hand up tucking her soft blonde hair behind her ear, leaning up and pressing his lips to hers softly, pulling away before closing his eyes and going to kiss her again. "So I'm guessing we aren't watching a movie," She laughed lightly against his lips.

"Do you ever shut up, woman?" He smiled, rolling his eyes, and swiftly standing up with her still in his arms.