Author note: Hi Everyone! I'm still writing (I know I disappeared for awhile, life just seemed to get in the way lol)., But I am still working on Poisoned.. I just wanted to do a little sneak peak chapter and just see how everyone was doing! So without further ado here is a little taste and some good old Charmed banter. I'm hoping you missed our friends as much as I did, lol!
Jughead shifted his body, his muscles protesting the movement as sharp pains shot up his side, making their way down his arms as his fingertips tingled slightly. He forced his body to the side, keeping his eyes closed and pulling at the blanket he felt around him. He sighed, having exhausted about as much energy as he could and rolled back on to his back, his mind trying to grasp why he was so sore. He blinked his eyes, opening them slowly, the light burning into his pupils and making him flinch. He finally was able to focus and he looked around realizing he was in his bedroom at the trailer, the events that had happened before he passed out flooding back into his head. He shot up quickly even though every nerve in his body screamed.
"Fuck," He groaned reaching his arm up and grabbing his other shoulder, but he pushed through the pain and went to swing his legs over the side of the bed.
"Hey…" He heard her soft voice invade his ears and almost immediately relaxed. Betty rushed to the bed, stopping his legs and sitting on the edge, grabbing his face in her hands "Hey," She repeated smiling gently at him. He studied her, her blonde hair twisted into a messy braid that was pulled to the side, her cheeks were flushed and the bags under eyes were dark. He gazed up at the butterfly bandage she had above her eyebrow holding a cut together that was in the middle of an angry purple and blue bruise that covered most of her temple. He searched her face for any more damage only finding another small cut that seemed split on the side of her bottom lip. He reached his good arm up pushing her hair gently back and examining the bruise more closely.
"I'm so sorry," He whispered, his voice so hoarse you could barely hear it.
"How are you feeling?" She asked softly, ignoring his apology.
"Like I got shot," He rasped laughing and the movement of his chest made him cringe. She pursed her lips giving him a look before rolling her eyes.
"Lay back down Jug, I'll grab you some water," She instructed, starting to stand back up. He swallowed, realizing his mouth was oddly dry.
"I can get it," He tried, but she just shook her head and started walking out of the room. He hated feeling like he was being waited on. He wanted to do things for himself, especially when he already felt weak and vulnerable but he knew her willpower and stubbornness would beat his right then, so he just accepted it, laying back in the bed and staring up at the ceiling. She came back to the room quickly, handing him a plastic water bottle. He lifted his head slightly and chugged the entire thing quickly, going to reach over and put it on the nightstand but his arm fell short, he rolled slightly and winced in pain giving up and just throwing it to the other side of the room in frustration.
"I could have helped," She eyed him sassily and he just grunted resting his head back down.
"How long was I out?" He asked, his voice sounding a little more normal after the water.
"Just two days," She answered over her shoulder as she went to grab the bottle, walking back over to him and placing it on the night stand before sitting back on the bed with him.
"It's Monday?" He asked disbelievingly "Shouldn't you be at school?" He eyed her and she looked away shyly, a blush creeping into her cheeks.
"I took the day off," She explained, glancing back to him, "I wanted to be here in case you woke up."
"You're ditching school now?" He raised an eyebrow at her disapprovingly, pulling his leg up still under the covers and bending his knee, his body aching like he needed to move around.
"Technically no, I got called in sick," She shrugged, placing her hand on the bed and leaning over him slightly, still careful not to touch him.
"By who…" He eyed her suspiciously knowing her mom obviously couldn't have been the person she asked to do that.
"Sweet Pea was going to, but we were scared he might sound too young, so Jack did it," Betty answered nonchalantly. Jughead hated the unjustifiable jealousy that spiked through him that Sweet Pea had been around Betty this whole time and that she had been with his family, more specifically his dad. He had no Idea why it made him mad, but it did, just the thought of her getting closer to them woke up his possessive side. He knew it should make him happy and he was at least slightly grateful that they had been there for her but she was his, she belonged to him and the fact that he had been down for the count for over a day leaving her to be on her own with his club was upsetting him far more than it should have. Betty watched him carefully, reading his face too well and frowned. "I did what I had to do to be here," She said matter of factly.
"I know baby, thank you," He sighed, reaching his hand to her arm and rubbing it reassuringly, before reaching up and cradling her face, careful not to let his fingers graze her bruise, "What were you thinking?" He whispered his mind flashing back to the other night, as he gazed into her eyes an overwhelming relief flooding through him that she was okay and that she hadn't gotten more hurt, but the sight of a bruise on her perfect skin was still almost too much to bear.
"I don't even remember doing it," She blushed, looking away embarrassed. "I'm… I'm sorry," She whimpered, tears brimming in her eyes.
"It's not your fault," He tried, " It's mine. You never should have been in that position in the first place."
"He knocked Joaquin out, Kevin couldn't do anything… He just grabbed me at the back door. It wasn't anyone's fault," She looked at him, tears still in her eyes but the determination was unmistakable.
"We all did what we could," He nodded, still holding her face.
"I mean I could have not spit on him," She groaned, and he couldn't help the smile that played on his lips.
"True, but you should have seen his face…" Jug mused.
"I got you shot Jug, it's not funny," She looked at him sadly.
"It's not the first time," He smirked at her willing her to stop blaming herself glancing down at his already healed bullet hole that was pretty close to his new one "And I'm fine, it's just my shoulder… if it had hit anything important I'd be dead by now," He explained.
"But it could have," She closed her eyes, taking a deep and shaky breath.
"Betty, listen to me, his aim was not an accident. He needs me alive, he and I both know that. I wasn't going to die," He looked at her sharply, raising an eyebrow when she kept the same sad look in her eyes but finally just nodded. "Come here," He commanded his finger going to her chin and pulling her towards him. "I wanna kiss you," He said softly as she leaned over him. Their lips connected and he wasn't prepared for the emotions that ripped through his chest, the tension and anxiety melting from the situation as she moved her lips against him softly. The feeling of her was invading every sense he had, knowing she was safe and in his arms taking over and masking the throbbing in his muscles. She started to pull away but he wasn't done, he reached up both hands ignoring the sharp pain and grabbing her face kissing her roughly, he reached his hand into her hair and pulled her forcefully onto his chest, his kiss growing desperate as she whimpered into his mouth. She laid her weight on him and he tensed but pushed past it just getting lost in her kiss, his need for her swelling in his gut and causing other parts of him to swell too. He groaned, deciding that an orgasm would probably do a great job distracting him from the pain, especially if he could get her off too so he slid his hand from her hair making his way down her side and gripping her hip as he shifted, pulling her further on top of him. She just had on a pair of his shorts and a baggy T-shirt which he could probably get off easily, and his sweatpants couldn't be that difficult. He moved his mouth against hers, licking her bottom lip as he pushed his tongue passionately into her mouth, his hips already grinding up against her.
"Jug," She pulled away breathlessly "You're hurt…"
"I need this," He growled, cutting her off and using his fucked up arm to pull her back down fighting through an ache in his shoulder. She kissed him back moaning into his mouth as he pulled her hip tighter to him moving his hips and feeling her through the soft fabric of their clothing. "I need you," He moaned again softly. He was already insanely hard and judging by her soft moans she could feel him just as much, she spread her legs, both of her knees resting on either side of him. She broke the kiss, pressing her nose gently to his as she started moving against him and rolling her hips into him, the friction making him push his head back into the pillow. She stayed like that just moving like she was fucking him, but not making any moves to undress and although he was enjoying it his frustration was peaking, wanting to actually feel her. He started pushing her up, his hand clutching at the waistband of her shorts. His bedroom door swung open without warning and Betty gasped using his chest as leverage and throwing herself off him, sitting at his side.
"Ow," He said dryly, staring down at her hand still on his chest, before glaring at the doorway where Sweet Pea was standing with his arms crossed, a wide smirk on his lips. Betty Pulled her hand back looking at him apologetically, her cheeks a crimson red.
"Well at least you're feeling better," Sweet Pea laughed, taking a step into the room.
"I was…" Jughead muttered angrily as he grabbed the blanket pulling it up over his hips to hide his erection, not that he really cared but Betty was still blushing so hard he could almost feel the heat radiating from her cheeks as it crept all the way down her neck and under his shirt she had on.
"Sorry I would have knocked, but I didn't think you two would already be going at it," The boy chuckled looking between them.
"Did you need something?" Jughead gritted out, shifting in the bed slightly to face him more.
"I was just gonna tell Betty that food is here," He shrugged.
"Food?" Jughead perked up, his stomach involuntarily growling.
"Yeah Fangs just got back with Pop's… you hungry?" Sweet Pea eyed him knowingly.
"You ask dumb questions," Jug glared before closing his eyes tightly and pulling himself up, scooting back until he was against the wall sitting up, taking a deep breath against the burn.
"I'll bring it here," Sweet Pea said in a much more gentle and concerned tone and Jug scowled.
"I got it," He gritted out, the compassion in Sweet Pea's voice annoying him more than his usual banter.
"We can eat here, Jug" Betty tried, her eyes falling on Sweet Pea as she nodded.
"No… I need to get up," Jughead placed his hand over hers and squeezed gently. She eyes him carefully, but nodded, lifting herself over his body and standing, they both stood there waiting and watching him as he shifted in the bed forcing his body to move. "Should I start charging for tickets?" He growled as they both just stared at him on a held breath as if he were some sideshow.
"I'll be in the living room," Sweet Pea rolled his eyes but seemed to understand as he nodded respectfully and left the room.
"Do you need help?" Betty asked quietly, watching as he scooted himself to the edge of the bed, his feet finding the floor.
"Yeah… you wanna suck me off real quick. I'm still hard," He glared, his words coming out too harsh as she looked to the ground, her lips pursed as her face contorted with hurt. He sighed, taking a deep breath "I'm sorry… I didn't mean that, I'm just frustrated," He bent his head down, his hair falling in front of his face slightly before shaking his head and looking up at her. She watched him, her eyes filled with too much understanding and he flinched, hating that she could do that, that she could just accept his sharp tongue and still somehow love him. He didn't deserve it and he knew that, but she was still here and he wasn't going to let that be for nothing. "I can get up, my legs work fine, I'm just sore from being in bed for too long," He explained in a softer tone. "But yeah… I could use help I guess," He chewed on his bottom lip, knowing that he actually didn't need help but his guilt from snapping at her was growing and he wanted to give her something. Betty just nodded and made her way to his side, letting him hold her arm as he pulled himself to a stand. He pulled his neck to one side cracking it and trying to push it to the other side wincing as it pulled the muscles in his shoulder. He reached his other arm up, letting go of her arm and rubbing his shoulder gently, feeling the bandage that was right to the side of his collar bone. He pulled his eyebrows together exhaling loudly and tilting his head down to try to see the damage as he went to pull back the cotton pad he had tapped over it. The hole in his arm was still red and open but it at least looked clean. He pushed the bandage back in place, his eyes falling on Betty who was staring at him, her eyes wide and her skin oddly pale.
"Is it gonna close?" She whispered her voice coming out like she was in pain for him.
"It'll scar up, but it's a clean shot… nothing crazy," He shrugged his good shoulder. "No point in stitches," He finished, grabbing her hand in his. "Come on, I'm fucking starving," He groaned pulling her with him as he walked out of the room his legs still slightly wobbly. He let her hand go, and pushed her gently towards the living room but turned heading to the bathroom first, realizing he had to take a piss so badly it almost hurt. He leaned in front of the sink splashing cold water on his face and drying it off in a towel before flinching. He gazed up at the mirror taking in his appearance and scowled. He had an angry bruise covering his cheekbone, that if he wasn't mistaken looked fractured in a few places probably from that head-butt, he had another scrape on his forehead and his lip was busted just like Betty's. How he hadn't felt all of it before was a mystery but he must have just been distracted by the rest of his broken body. He cursed hating that he was in the shape he was in. He swished cold water in his mouth, stinging his lip slightly as he spit it into the sink, dried blood coming out with the water. Betty had kissed him like that and it somehow only made him more attracted to her that she could stomach it and still want him. He walked out of the bathroom walking slowly through the hallway, his bare feet hitting the cold ground and the brightness still making his eyes sting slightly. This was by far the worst hangover he ever had.
"Hey gorgeous," Fangs smiled at him from the couch, Sweet Pea next to him. Jug glanced at the bags of food on the table, his stomach growling again. He looked around the room when he didn't see Betty and realized he had walked right past her in the kitchen where she stood talking to his mom. Jug threw himself in the oversized chair, his legs spread lazily as he leaned back, rubbing his hand down his face tiredly. Joaquin was sitting on the other chair a straw in his mouth as he chewed the plastic mindlessly between taking sips of his soda
"Is everyone else good?"