The text came in during her last hour on Friday. It was only Calculus, which Betty couldn't claim to like all too much anyway, so she was glad for the distraction. Or, rather, a distraction from her current distraction, which was school. Distraction-inception.

SWEET PEA 3 to BETTY: We're going on an adventure this weekend. Be packed and ready by 5pm.

Betty read it, internalized it, and then swiftly shot her hand into the air.

"Miss Cooper?" Her math teacher, who was just as done as she was, asked tiredly.

"I feel si-,"

"Whatever, just go," He sighed, waving her out of the classroom. Betty gathered her things quickly. She knew that Sweet Pea was no doubt finding his way out of study hall, so it was easy to find him.

"What the heck is this?" She asked, raising it.

"That, Betty, is a phone," Sweet Pea replied in the same insufferable way he often was. She just found it more endearing now.

"No, the text."

"Oh, well, did you read it?"

"Yeah?"

"Then," Sweet Pea made a shrugging motion, "I don't know what was unclear."

"Everything," Betty complained, "Going on an adventure? To where? What kind of adventure? A magic kind? A normal kind? How? What should I pack? Is this really smart to do right now? Why-,"

"Oh, hey," Sweet Pea placed his hands on her shoulders, "I just thought it might be nice. To get away from Riverdale for just a bit. With everything going on, you know?" He murmured. Betty swallowed hard, giving a tense nod, "Okay, but how are we getting there?"

"I just got my truck, paid for by your help with selling magic potions and shit. I'd say it's due for a road trip, don't you?" He asked, smirking.

"But-,"

"God, you just can't take a surprise, can you?" He asked, rolling his eyes, but there was a smile underneath his expression. Betty clasped her hands over her lips, wincing.

"No, not really."

"Good thing you're cute," Sweet Pea quirked an eyebrow, pulling her dangerously close to him.

"Sweets," Betty whacked him with her notebook, "We're in the middle of the halls at school!"

"C'mon, you can't have expected a leather-clad werewolf ne'er-do-well like myself to keep his hands to himself, especially when you look good enough to eat," He practically purred, managing a single kiss before Betty regained her senses and shoved him back.

"I'll see you a five," She said sternly. Sweet Pea looked Betty up and down, his eyes velvet brown and his smile sent shivers up her spine.

"That I will, Cooper, that I will."

XXxxXX

At 4:15 the doorbell rang. Betty had no illusions that Sweet Pea would be this early, so she wasn't surprised to see Veronica. It was the shortlist of those it logically could be.

"You packed?" She squealed, breezing in. Alice may have real problems with letting a vampire into their house so casually, but Betty had long ago lifted the boundary spell for her. Veronica was her best friend. She'd been her best friend longer than she'd been supernatural.

"So, you know too?"

"Pea texted me, instructing me to make sure you had adventure appropriate clothes." Veronica was just grinning, "You're so lucky, girl. And you deserve it," she said, taking her hands in Veronica's cold ones, "Polly's in on it too. We're covering for you for the weekend."

"Oh, great, it's a production now."

"Yeah. So, this it?" Veronica started dumping out Betty's meticulously packed weekend bag,"Oh, no...nope...god, this?"

"Really, must you?" Betty asked, plopping down on her armchair as she watched Veronica mercilessly critique her wardrobe.

"Yes, I must. We're going to your room. This al has to be repacked." Veronica said.

"So, you know where I'm going."

"He told me, and you're not getting it out of my head!" Veronica said, stopping Betty before she could try, "I'd just enjoy this for what it is. No serial killers, no awkward ex run-ins, no ominous fatalistic prophecies."

"I mean, I guess when you put it like that," Betty mumbled.

"You're going to reclaim your teenage-dorm, girl."

Veronica started going through Betty's closet, as well as the boxes Polly had packed away pre-pregnancy. Betty recalled the last time Veronica had been siccd on Betty to pick clothes; at the club. Sure, she hadn't come out feeling awful, just out of her comfort zone. At least she seemed to be picking more...casual pieces this time.

There was a lot of lace things; creamy lace at that. Crop tops. Tie-dye. A weird amalgamation of items that Veronica was shoving back into her bag.

"I still have no idea where we're going," Betty said, the clothes being picked not helping her one bit.

Veronica gave her a dubious look. She rolled her eyes when she realized Betty was serious, "Girl, you need to get on social media more."

XXxxXX

Sweet Pea arrived at 5:30 in true Sweet Pea fashion. His new truck was black and gleaming, and there was a wolf decal on the back window. It smelled like new car, still, even after a handful of weeks in his possession.

Veronica had left at 4:55, after dressing Betty. Betty wished perhaps she'd stayed until Sweet Pea came.

It wasn't that Betty was nervous to be with Sweet Pea. That wasn't it. She never felt nervous around the Alpha. It was that she was, admittedly, nervous to be just with him. No inopportunely time distractions, no awkward conversations with Jughead, no maniac on the loose to push their relationship to the back burner.

Just them, and everything it had been building toward since she had first met him and he'd saved her ass all those months ago.

"Still not going to tell me where we're going?" She asked, "So, am I appropriately dressed?" She added half-sarcastically as she hopped in the passenger seat.

"No and fuck yes," Sweet Pea said, eyes roving her body. She noticed he was dressed more casually than usual, less chains and all. She knew he still had them tucked away somewhere in case of a bit of needed magic, but it was obvious he was looking to relax right now.

"Hey," he said teasingly, as Betty gave him a hard once-over as well, "My eyes are up here."

Just like that, all her fears vanished. She laughed so hard she snorted, the most unladylike sound she'd ever made.

"Oh, god, sorry," She said, wiping her eyes. Sweet Pea was just looking at her so softly.

He titled his head before grasping her hand, pulling her body a little across the drink-holder in between them, giving her one of the most chase kisses she thought he'd ever managed.

"We're going to have a good time this weekend, okay?"

Betty, who would follow Sweet Pea to the ends of the earth, believed him.

XXxxXX

They arrived about two hours later. The ride was filled with snacks galore and Sweet Pea's carefully curated playlist. Betty didn't even try to put her own music on, she knew he had a thing about that. She drove, per usual, and he instructed her. In their free time, Betty talked about one of the potions she was trying to make recently- a potion to fix all period ailments- and the pair bounced ideas and herb substitutions between them for a time. Then, Sweet Pea got wound up talking about all the new info about the Star Wars movie coming out (Betty didn't keep up with it, but she so loved to see his eyes shine as he explained the universe to her) and that pretty much ate up their mini road trip.

"Ah, okay, turn into...here…"

Betty did so, reading the sign tacked to the billboard.

"A music festival?" She asked, waiting in the queue to park.

"Yeah!" Sweet Pea was shining with his own pride, "I mean, I wanted to go to this in the first place, but it was Cheryl that suggested I take you. A getaway. I was thinking Coachella, but that's a little far away."

Betty snorted, "Just a little."

Sweet Pea was looking at Betty, totally psyched.

"A music festival," Betty repeated, humming to herself. Her first response was that it wasn't her thing, but why couldn't it be? Her thing was more so murder mysteries, but that was just hitting too close to home. Normal teenagers went to concerts. She was excited at the chance to be just...Betty Cooper, a girl from a small town with her boyfriend, Sweet Pea.

"Well, I mean, it's the whole magic tradition and-,"

"Huh?"

"Yeah! Not everyone at festivals is magical, but a lot are," Sweet Pea said. Even as they drove forward a little more, Betty spotted another werewolf looping around the field with a min-pack and what was maybe a siren over in the corner, "Music festivals in themselves are inherently fae and witch culture."

Betty thought about it, nodding to herself. Sweet Pea kept explaining.

"You gotta admit, the whole 'let's all gather in a field and sing songs all night' is totally within the bounds of your whole 'thing'. Plus there's a certain affinity for boho-chic and woodsy clothes, a return to nature. You can't tell me something magical doesn't happen at these things."

"So," Betty said, tilting her head, "What you're telling me is that Woodstock was a witches coven meeting?"

"Yeah, basically."

"Okay," Betty said, suddenly a lot more excited, "Yeah, this is really cool, Sweets." Sweet Pea leaned back in his seat, drawing his teeth across his bottom lip, looking like a cat who'd had the milk as well as the canary. Damn his arrogant, sexy smile, Betty thought as a bolt of heat lit her on fire, damn him.

"I know best at least 90% of the time," Sweet Pea said, "I don't know why you haven't figured that out yet, Coop."

XXxxXX

The first night was rather low-key. Sweet Pea didn't have a tent, but he did have his pickup truck and a twin-size mattress with enough blanket and pillows to please an army. He had a dented cooler with food and drinks. He had enough skills to set them up nicely. Then, using magic under whispered tones, Betty cast an Umbrella charm and a warming statis charm over the bed of the truck. The Umbrella charm worked as an invisible boundary to keep out all things; rain, snow, wind, bugs, and idiots trying to rob them in the night. The warming statis charm keep the bed toasty warm. Sweet Pea procured a pair of folding chairs to set around the little fire pit.

The artists performing that night was no one Betty knew, but Sweet Pea seemed into it, and she enjoyed swaying to the melodic tunes. At least half were probably sirens, but she could still enjoy the music for what it was.

The found others, made friends. Magic's found each other without having to announce it. Of course, there was some wide eyes when they introduced themselves; a Coven leader and a mega-Alpha were going to cause some stuttered gasps, but after a few minutes of conversation, most figured out they were just a pair of kids here to enjoy the music, same as the rest.

They found themselves around a large bonfire by the time night had fell. The stars twinkled above them, and half of the little pockets had someone with a guitar and a lot of laughs. Sweet Pea had graciously offered up one of their chairs to someone else, but it all seemed to be within his plan, because he was tugging Betty onto his lap before she could protest.

He was shirtless. The spring air was warm enough, along with the bonfires, to even cause some perspiration along his brow. Plus, his wolffish blood naturally kept him warm, and Betty too, by extension. Betty was wearing a tank-top and a pair of jeans, thanks to Veronica, nothing overly special though.

Sweets moaned into her neck as she sank back into his embrace, his noise muffled by her skin. She could feel a bead of sweat drip down her nape, and Sweets licked it up, causing a shiver up her spine.

"Bad dog," She teased, eyes lighting with mirth, for his ears only.

"Good dog," he countered, hands at her hips, holding her against him.

"Hey, Betty, so," One of the girls from across the circle caught her attention and threw her a beer. A year ago, Betty probably wouldn't have accepted it. Now, however? After all the BS they'd gone through? Yeah, Betty had done far worse things than underage drink. Plus, it was really crappy Bud Light, which pretty much tasted like flavored water. Sweet Pea had slightly better stuff, but it was dark, which she just didn't have the taste for anyway. She nodded thanks to the girl. She thought maybe it had been a banshee? She reminded herself that she needed to pick her brain later; she didn't think there were banshees in Riverdale, "is it true what they say?"

Immediately, a couple of the other girls ear's in the group perked up, looking at the banshee- Meg, and then to Betty. Meg looked happy to have the attention.

"About," Meg continued after a pause, "You know, werewolves."

Sweets had been right that the grouping was mostly witches, warlocks, and fae. Werewolves weren't a cryptid here, but it was uncommon. Plus, even if they were around, they had come in packs, making it harder to socialize. As it was, however, all the packs that were here had come to pay respects to sweet Pea and Betty.

Meg's eyes pointedly looked to Sweet Pea's lap. Betty wasn't naive enough to even pretend like she didn't know what they were talking about. Plus, she relished in it.

She gave a coy grin.

"Well," She said, leaning in and very purposely grinding her hips into Sweet Pea's. She could feel him harden beneath her, his nails digging into her jeans, "If you want the truth…" she waited until everyone- boy and girl in the circle- was watching her, "Yes, I guess it's true. At least, it is when we're talking about an Alpha."

"Know any other of those around, then?" A fae called out, licking her lips. For once, Betty's first thought wasn't Jughead. It was only belatedly she thought of him. In this moment, she just laughed.

"I have the best one, so I don't know if it matters," She teased.

She could feel the vibrations of Sweet Pea's approval at that, the purr on his voice as he gave a nearly inaudible ' mine' and bucked his hips into hers.

A male fae with hair longer than Betty's lit a hit of something. She could smell it in the air; sweet and romantic, with just a hint of something spicy. She watched with a furrowed brow as it was passed around. She realized it would be handed off to her momentarily.

"Weed?" She muttered under her breath to Sweet Pea. The glaze that had gone over his eyes at her little display vanished as he titled his head, tasting the air.

"You think the best grass fae have is weed, Betty? For shame. This is magical shit. Totally harmless to humans, like smoking oregano or something. But for us?" He grinned, chuckling and shrugging.

Betty hummed, trying not to look like she was thinking too hard about this.

"Look, you don't have to if you don't wanna. Seriously. But, if you do and you're worried, I won't. I've got you Betty," Sweet Pea added in a moment of utter seriousness, "I always have you."

"Nothing bad will happen?" She asked, slightly curious.

"Nothing." He insisted, squeezing her hand, "It just...makes you care less. It's freeing." His eyes blinked at hers.

Betty licked her lips. When she committed to something, she never did it half-way.

When the blunt came around, she took it. Sweet Pea, honest to his word, graciously thanked the owner but passed.

Betty had never tried weed. Toni had talked about it enough so that she was aware of who it was supposed to make one feel; like, slap happy or sleep deprived. She almost expected similarly airy feelings from this.

That wasn't what happened.

It did free her, insomuch as that the effects crawled up in her slowly. It broke away silly, stupid anxieties and worries- like the concern about how others would see her and perceive her- or the barriers she'd once held herself strictly too. If anything, it made her feel and see more logically. Betty felt like she could write a thesis paper on this stuff, and a good one at that!

"See what I mean?" Sweets asked, staring up at adoringly. She was curled up completely on his lap. Her hands were curling at the hair at his neck, her cheek pressed against his. If she were sober, she would have been worried about people judging her for PDA. Now? Hell, she loved Sweets and she didn't care. She wanted people to see her with him.

Sweet Pea titled her lips for a kiss that was like lava; so hot and warm, but achingly slow and tantalizingly tempting. His breath was so steamy as he exhaled, one arm locked around her whole body, sheltering her against him. Though not in a position to tease him anymore, she could tell he was still incredibly horny.

By the time the night had ended completely, Betty raised an inquisitive eyebrow to Sweets.

"Not tonight," He said, "Just go to sleep, Betty."

She couldn't find an argument, so she did.

XXxxXX

"Argh! Sweets! Put me down!" Betty squealed, jokingly slapping his back as Sweet Pea hoisted Betty onto his shoulders. Her new friends' laughter was infectious, and soon she was unsteadily sitting on top of him, his arms around her legs to keep her steady.

"How can you see otherwise, though?" Sweets called up, "It's what all the cute couples are doing," He added.

"You two really are adorable," Meg breathed in a rush. She was sitting on her boyfriend's shoulders too. Honestly, it was Lana Del Rey, so Betty was absolutely excited and did want to see it…

"Oh, thanks," Betty blushed, casting a glance down at him. Sweet Pea gave her a thumbs up. She didn't think she'd ever seen him smile so much.

It was the last artist tonight. They'd spent the day lounging and hanging with their new friends, drinking beer and rushing over each other to share stories. It was so relaxing. Betty almost had forgotten all the troubles that lay in a small town just an hour or so away.

"I made you this!" A freckled fae named Eden said, setting a rose flower crown on Betty's head, "Fit for a Queen!"

"Oh, god, Eden, I can't accept this. It's stunning," Betty said, "And, well," She looked down at Sweets.

Eden laughed behind her hand, "Oh, come on. It's not like that. You're not indebted to me, silly. I'm doing it because I like you."

"Really?"

"Did you feel any legally binding magic?" Sweet Pea asked tilting his head up, "Mh, looks great, Coop."

"Well, no-,"

"Then nothing. Just say thank you."

Betty gave up, turning to Eden.

"Really, thanks."

"I can make a King's crown too," Eden offered, looking to Sweet Pea. He harrumphed.

"Maybe."

XXxxXX

They sat in the back of Sweet Pea's truck. It was after the last Saturday concert, before dinner. They were mixing a large portion together for a totally epic mac-n-cheese pot, which sounded delicious.

Sweet Pea and Betty were just sitting. They had been watching a movie on his iPad, but somewhere along the way, he'd gotten distracted and his hand had started creeping up her arm, his lips traveling up her collarbone, to other neck, and finally to her lips.

Betty allowed this, because she too was dying for his touch, and abandoned the movie for some making out. Very quickly it turned from gentle, teasing kisses to wanting, lusting, bruising ones. It was when Sweet Pea's hand began snaking down her stomach, running along the edge of her shorts that she stopped him.

"Sweets," She said, but her voice cracked, breathless, "We're in public," She reminded with a groan.

"No one cares," he crooned in her ear, "It's all about love, sex, and magic this weekend, babe."

"Jordan," Betty said sternly, her expression losing it's sternness when he began to suck at her neck, which always made her feel like jelly.

"Elizabeth," Sweet Pea mimicked back. A finger dipped under her pants, "I just want you so bad," he admitted after a moment.

"I do too, but we are out in the open!"

Sweet Pea pulled back after an agonizing moment, settling beside her.

"Okay, how about this. We tap into that great magical mainframe and set up some spells. A notice-me-not in charm form. Maybe a loop-repeater, so if anyone is paying weirdly close attention to my truck bed, they just see us talking." His words tickled her ear.

"Like, a sheet of magic protecting us? Soundproof?"

"Well yeah, soundproof. Like a two-way mirror. We can see all of them, but they won't see us."

Sweet Pea pulled the blanket up to Betty's waist, curling his knees up to shield his deft fingers that teased at her entrance, through her pants. Betty's breath hitched.

"You know, sex magic is a thing. I hadn't brought it up, but I think it's high time we continue with your education, Betty," Sweet Pea said, cupping her jaw to turn her toward him. His other hand was still teasing her, enough to make her squirm and bite back a moan.

"You're just making that up," She huffed.

"No, honestly, I'm not. Sex and magic have always been close to each other. And if you know how to use it…"

"Okay, -Not-A-Virgin," She rolled her eyes.

"Just because I lost it to you doesn't mean I wasn't well aware of the existence," Sweet Pea said quietly, "Betty, please, I want to have you right now. So bad."

It was only when his fingers pulled away and Betty's throat made a whining sound that she knew he'd won; Jordan knew it too. His eyes flashed golden and all of a sudden his entire body was just so present.

"You think we could manage those spells?" Betty asked, still trying to keep a smidgen of decorum.

"The bloodlines of two fucking magical families? Plus sex magic? Yeah, I do," Sweet Pea said, "Now, just repeat after me…"

He fed her the words, Betty intoned them carefully. She could feel the magic rise off their body like static electricity. The air around them shimmered and smudged, like someone had squirted a spray bottle on a windowpane. As the charms settled themselves around the air cleared once again.

"Did it work?"

Stupid question; Betty could feel the heaviness around them and smelled sandalwood the scent of hidden magics.

"I don't fucking care," Sweet Pea said frankly, his patience snapping. He pulled Betty up, just a bit, crawling on top of her. He grasped her face, his kisses near painful with just a little bit of biting and blood, his werewolf fangs sinking into the softness of her pouty lower lip. He tugged it between his teeth, moaning. They'd had sweet moments before, where sex was languished and full of soft kisses. This, Betty could already tell, was not going to be one of those times.

Sweet Pea shoved up her shirt, grasping at her breasts and taking his attention to lick around her nipples. Betty struggled a moment to throw off her top, only taking a momentary pause to catch the nearly imperceivable glow of their barrier spell. And, spirits, if it hadn't worked...maybe, just maybe, she didn't care.

She tugged his shirt from his belt, and it too joined a growing pile near the edge of the pickup bed. She ran her nails all down his abdomen, enjoying the way his body tensed and reacted to her light touches.

He looked up at her with such a fiendish look that it made her dizzy, and then his fingers and tongue were once again working at her breasts. It was such an overwhelming feeling that she hadn't even realized his other hand had snaked down to her pants until her shorts were shoved down her legs.

"Oh, fuck, you're already so wet," Sweet Pea said in satisfaction as he brushed his knuckles over her underwear.

"'Course I am," Betty bit her lip, leaning back against the window to the driver's seat, "I'm crazy about you."

"Sometimes, I like reminders," he said, his words something that for sure needed to be unpacked later, but right now he was dipping one finger into her, two, three...pumping in and out, enjoying watching the changes to her expression.

Betty's hand fumbled for his belt buckle, shoving his jeans all the way off. His hardness sprung free, already weeping. Betty swiped a finger across the head, nodding as Sweet Pea's back arched. He responded by rubbing the sensitive hooded bundle of nerves at the top of her opening, the pleasure of that alone enough to send Betty tumbling over the edge. She came once on his fingers as she rode his hand, her own fist giving his length varied pressure. As she came down from her high, thighs dripping, she caught the look on his face; she expected arrogance, but instead, it was something awestruck.

"Are you going to stare at me like a deer, or fuck me like a wolf?" Betty asked, taking his fingers to her lips and flicking her tongue out to taste the juices there. Sweet Pea's whole body shuddered, like he was going to morph into an actual wolf right in front of her, but he managed to calm it.

"I love it when you talk dirty, Betty."

He dragged Betty's hips toward his, pumping himself twice. He pushed his fingers inside her once more, shoving her underwear aside, seamlessly replacing his large hands for his hard-on. He bottomed out in one sharp jerk of his hips, his forehead resting on hers for just a second. Betty was so ready, so hot that it didn't have even a moment of pain. Just the feeling of being completely filled, utterly pleased. She closed her eyes, pressing her lips together and sighing contentedly.

Sweet Pea lifted Betty's leg, pushing in even farther. Betty exhaled hard, her hands grasping at his ass to keep him inside her. She almost thought that Sweet Pea would gently push her shoulders down, so she was laying, and go from there, but he maneuvered them-without ever slipping out-so that even though he was the one doing the lion's share of the work, Betty was upright too.

"Look around us," He hissed in his ear through gritted teeth as he started to rock his hips, "Look at everyone. They have no idea what's happening right under their noses," He said. Betty opened her eyes, doing exactly that. The music festival camp-goers walked around them and their truck, sometimes even brushing right up against the side. Some people even looked right at Betty, though they had no idea they were doing so.

It was sort of a turn on, Betty realized, to be doing this in open daylight, with only magic as a shield between them and the rest of the camp. No clothes, no blankets, no attempts to cover-up.

Sweet Pea was going at a bruising pace, his fingers sliding over her skin, sure to leave marks in one or two places. She had asked for this, and was Sweet Pea ever delivering.

"If they only knew," Sweet Pea said between pants, relentlessly slamming into her, "That their king and queen were fucking like dirty animals. Just how you like it."

"I do," Betty exhaled. She could feel her climax rising again, "Jordan, I-,"

"I know, Betty, I know," Sweet Pea said, clutching her harder against him, so close that there wasn't an inch of space, "Me too. Fuc-,"

"Oh, come, Sweets. With me," Betty encouraged him, fingers knotting in his hair, pulling just enough for a flash of pain before pleasure. She felt her second orgasm wash over her, and a second later, Sweet Pea was stiffening above her, fingers rubbing her thighs tenderly as he spent himself inside of her.

He rolled them both to their side, still connected to her. They panted, his arms curling around her tenderly, kissing her forehead. She could smell the salt from their sweat on them, plus the mixture of sex that lingered on the blankets.

"God, I love you, Betty," Sweet Pea said, legs twining in between hers.

"I know," She replied, her heartwarming. He laid there for a second before leaning over and grabbing a box of tissues, so that when he pulled out, he was able to clean up quickly. They dressed in their clothes, sending blushing expressions each other's way. Then, they took down the notice-me-not.

They continued with their movie until Meg slapped the edge of the trailer.

"You guys ready for the best mac-n-cheese you ever eaten?"

"I'm starved," Sweet Pea said, stretching out, "You, Betty?"

She grinned back.

"Absolutely famished."