It's not every day in the throws of Riverdale that the teens can do something normal for once. Veronica had to think back to her time in New York to the last time she bemoaned a group project that was assigned.
"Can we take a break? My brain feels like it's about to explode." Kevin whined. He sat at Archie's desk. The room owner already gave up his portion and laid on his back perpendicular to his bed. "Maybe we can go to Pops."
Kevin nodded, "Agreed. Maybe text Betty to join us we could use her help."
Veronica chanced a look through the window to see the neighboring house. "I think B is going to be too occupied."
Archie sat up, his hand messily rubbing the top of his hair. "What are you talking about Ronnie?"
Kevin was preoccupied with rolling his pencil up and down the desk. His eyes roamed to Veronica. "No way." The pencil clattered to the ground as Kevin stood up to stand next to Veronica.
A ladder was erected and appeared to move on its own to underneath the window across from them. Jughead Jones peeked into their line of sight climbing the rungs with well-practiced ease. Veronica finally addressed Archie's question. "She has a visit from Romeo."
Archie god love him, still didn't completely understand her reference but Veronica wasn't with him for his brains. She felt the warmth of his large body on her back, ducking his head slightly to lean a hand on the upper sill. "Oh, Jug's there."
He knocked on the window, holding on to the ladder precariously with one hand and foot on the rungs. Betty came into view and said something to him. Her face lights up, her fingers caught along the lapel of his leather jacket tugging him into a kiss.
"Looks like J came for a booty call."
This sent Kevin laughing and Archie looking vaguely ill.
"How did he not fall off that ladder?" Kevin questioned in wonder.
Jughead's free hand cupped the back of Betty's neck. He somehow slid in through the window without breaking their connection. Betty dislodged his beanie easily as Jughead shimmied out of his jacket.
"Uh, guys shouldn't we give them some privacy?" Archie asked diverting his eyes.
Kevin shook his head, "No way."
"No."
Spying through the window, they finally broke apart to mutually take off each other's shirts; Betty in a powder blue lace bra.
"Holy shit Jughead Jones got tatted!" Kevin leaned in closer, his nose almost touching the glass.
His right arm was sprinkled with them as well as his left bicep. They were all used to the green serpent on his right shoulder but the colorful additions surrounding it was a surprise. Jughead licked where her neck and collarbone met, trailing open-mouthed kisses. His hands skimmed down her sides until landing on her jeans, fingers toying with the waistband, squeezing and tugging. A bite on the top of her breast had her arching toward him. Her nails scratched his nape. He continued following down with his mouth, tongue sliding through her middle and circling her navel. He paused his ministrations and stared up at her from his knees.
Veronica spotted his lips moving but couldn't make out what he said. Betty leaned down to give him an almost chaste kiss. He smiled and undid the button of her jeans. His head disappeared then and reappeared a second later with something in his hand.
"What's in his hand?" Veronica tried to get a closer look. Kevin mushed his face against the glass, "Is it a condom?"
"It's too big to be a condom."
Jughead directed her by her hips to sit her down on the window seat. His hand with the object made a flicking motion.
Veronica's eyes widen in realization, "That's his knife."
"This just got interesting!" Kevin oohed.
Jughead put the blade of the open knife in his mouth sideways. He grabbed both pant legs to pull off the offending garment.
Archie put his hands up as if to keep them clean. "Nope, I'm out. I'm not watching my two best friends do it right now." He launched himself back on his bed and picked up a lying comic to read.
Jughead removed the knife, twirling it expertly in his hand. The tip of the blade just grazed the side of her ribs, traveling down to her thigh. Veronica watched as he slashed the knife up twice before clicking it back into the handle.
"Bitch those were expensive." Kevin mourned.
She could see the remnants of Betty's undergarment being flung away. Jughead wasted no time bending forward, his face vanishing from view. The back of Betty's head hits the window, her back arching.
"Oh. My. God." Kevin and Veronica iterate at the same time.
Betty's hands can be seen pulling at his hair enthusiastically.
Veronica crossed her arms, feeling weirdly proud and satisfied. "Well, it looks like B is thoroughly enjoying herself. You go girl."
It wasn't like she didn't think Betty's needs weren't being taken care of, it's just that while she has shared some of her past conquests, Betty remained pretty tight-lipped. Just by meeting Jughead, she knows he preferred to be a loner and presumably, he wasn't quite adept with the female gender.
"I will be complaining to Ginger and Tina to fix the Maple Mens List."
Veronica turned to him in confusion. "The Maple Mens List?"
Kevin raised both his eyebrows, looking at her like she was crazy. "Don't tell me you don't know about the list?"
"Uh, if I did I wouldn't be asking." Her hand on her hip cemented the fact.
"It's kind of like the playbook the Bulldogs had about the girls but this one is about the guys and is way less derogatory. Basically, girls rank who is the best at sex based on facts or suspicion."
"And who is number one?"
Kevin blew a raspberry, "Our very own ginger stallion of course."
"Wait what?" His response was damped out by Veronica's questions. "What's Michael Sterling's number over there?" Her head cocking to gesture to the display on the other side of the window.
"Out of the 112 guys that attend Riverdale High, he's number 73."
Movement from the window caught both of their attention again. Jughead had wrapped his arms securely around her waist and bottom. He lifted her up still with her legs around his shoulders.
"Where can I find me a guy that I can climb like a tree." Kevin wondered.
He took Betty out of sight probably to carry her to her bed.
"Looks like shows over." Kevin sighed, setting himself back at the desk.
Archie threw his comic down, "Finally."
Veronica lingered at the window. "Eat your heart out Jughead Jones."