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I do not own, nor do I profit from, the Archie Comics, the CW Network program 'Riverdale' or the characters therein. They are simply used in the following story for my own entertainment. No copyright infringement intended.

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PART III

The sound of car doors closing woke Jughead from his comfortable slumber.

For a moment he forgot where he was, the plush bed beneath him far too comfortable to be his own. The patterned pink wallpaper definitely did not resemble that of the trailer he shared with his dad, nor did the ornate white furniture that sat against the walls to his left or at his feet. A warm, soft weight on his left shoulder, and a head full of messy blonde hair brought the previous night rushing back to him in a matter of seconds.

He couldn't have stopped the smile that formed if he had tried.

Her leg was tangled up with his own, her arm draped lazily over his midsection. Her soft snores told him she was still deep in sleep, and he fought with himself over whether to lay there and just absorb the feeling of her for as long as possible or wake her up for another round of mind-blowing sex that would surely leave a smile on his face for a week.

He turned his head and buried his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply and feeling the pit of his stomach flutter at her already familiar scent. There was no denying that he was completely smitten by her, even before she brought him home and let him do all sorts of dirty things to her. With her.

This girl, Betty Cooper, had ignited within him a feeling that he had previously feared he might never know. He'd been with girls, an unsavory amount of them if he was being honest with himself, but they were all just moments. A quick romp so both parties could get what their bodies craved and that was it. He had always been the loner outsider, his nose stuck in a book or in his laptop in his spare time. The girls he knew had no interest in his passions, and that had always proven to be a problem.

With Betty he already knew they shared that passion; it was how they knew each other to begin with. Albeit, they knew one another on a much more intimate level now, it was something outside of sex that they could have real conversations around. He wanted to read more of her work, and learn what her most recent articles were about. He wanted to tell her about the novel he had written; give it to her to read so that she could tell him, with a trained eye and an honest opinion, whether or not he should pursue getting it published.

He wanted to learn what made her smile the biggest, what made her giggle and her eyes sparkle. He wanted to know her taste in music and movies and all her little quirks. He was sure she was full of them.

There was so much in the realm of possibility with Betty Cooper. He was excited for Betty Cooper.

Jughead pressed his lips to the top of her head and held her a little tighter, startling when suddenly the window to his right was shoved wide open and the raven-haired girl from the night before came hastily crawling through, meeting his startled gaze.

Veronica paused at the sight before her. "Now that's hot," she whispered to herself with a knowing smile as she took in his bare, bruised abs and black eye. "Good morning Romeo," she said as she crawled her way off of the window bench.

"What the hell," Jughead muttered as he made sure his lower half was covered without stirring Betty from her sleep.

Veronica gracefully tip toed into and across the room, holding her heels and cat outfit from the night before in her hand, looking almost as ravished as Betty did. He furrowed his brows as he watched her. She peeked into the hall and closed the bedroom door as quietly as possible before she turned and picked his pants up, tossing them at him.

"Betty's parents just pulled in and if you want to make it out of here with your balls intact, I suggest you disappear fast. Mama Cooper will come and check on her any minute, trust me." The panicked look on her face told him she wasn't kidding.

Jughead huffed and reluctantly slipped his arm from beneath his sleeping beauty, turning and swinging his legs off the opposite side of the bed, shielding himself with the sheet. He quickly pulled his boxers and jeans up in unison as he stood and fastened his belt, turning just in time to have his white tank top and jacket tossed in his face.

"How am I supposed to get out without being seen?" he whispered back, scowling.

"Same way I just came in. There's a trellis up the side of the house, you'll have to climb down and go through Archie's yard next door so they don't see you go by the kitchen window." Veronica already had his socks and boots on the window bench awaiting him. He looked between them and Bettys still sleeping form, unsure if he should wake her to say goodbye before he left or if he should let her be.

"Look, I'm sorry," Veronica whispered, seeing his hesitation. "But I've been through this with them and I'd like my bestie to not be grounded for having a life-altering night that she desperately deserved."

Jughead pulled his tank on and slipped into his socks and boots swiftly, not bothering to lace them up as he ran a hand through is tousled hair and absorbed what the Latina spit-fire was telling him.

Archie… the red head… next door? Right. It was all making sense now as he took in the oversized Bulldogs Football shirt she was wearing. He had seen her in red's lap during the bottle game.

"And how would you know what kind of night she had?" he asked with a quirked brow, pulling his arms into his jacket.

"Besides the fact that you just crawled butt-ass naked out of her bed and I can see from here that her outfit matches?" Veronica suppressed a smirk remembering the very audible praises she had heard the night before. "I was next door most of the night and Betty's window was open. Let's just leave it at that."

Jughead smirked to himself as he grabbed his phone and keys from the vanity, stuffing them into his pocket. He looked over to Betty and a wave of uncertainty overcame him. He didn't want to leave her like this. He wanted to wake her with his lips and hands and talk to her. He thought they would have more time than this to figure out what came next. This whole situation was messing with his head and he didn't know what to do.

The sound of the front door opening and unfamiliar voices rattled him from his thoughts and he moved to the window, looking down at his escape before he spared Betty one last glance. She was turning and stretching her arms above her head and he felt his heart start to hammer away in his chest.

"Betty, Veronica, are you girls up?" he heard from the bottom of the stairs.

"Gogogo!" Veronica whispered as she shooed him out the window.

He grumbled to himself as he swung one leg out, then the other and began his descent. He was only two steps down when Veronica closed the window behind him and mouthed a quick sorry before pulling the curtains closed and disappearing from view.

He made it to the bottom and looked around to be sure no one saw him. He looked to the side and saw the large window Veronica had warned him about. Rather than cut all the way through red's yard, though, he ducked below it and made his way toward the street where his bike was parked.

Thinking better of it, he chose not to fire up his bike and instead threw it in neutral, walking it forward and away from the front of Betty's house. He stopped behind an old Ford pickup that was parked in the street and straddled the bike, working at readjusting the strap as he had leant it to Betty to use the night before and it was pulled to tight to fit him now.

To his right he heard a door open and close, and he spared a quick glance it its direction, doing a double take when he saw Archie step out onto his front porch.

Archie spotted Jughead at about the same time and he looked around, seeing the Coopers car out front of their own home. He looked back to the Serpent and stepped off the porch, moving toward him. Jughead eyed him the whole way over.

"Hey man," Archie said with a slight smile. He nodded toward the car. "Made a clean getaway, huh?"

Jughead laughed and cradled the helmet in his lap, relaxing his stance on the bike and siting back. "As far as I know. I guess only time will tell."

"Nah, if you'd been caught Mrs. Cooper would be out here with a shotgun by now," he laughed.

Jughead's brows raised on his forehead and chuckled. If only Mrs. Cooper knew of the things that went on under that frilly pink duvet…

The two men looked at each other with slight smiles and Archie nodded. "Thanks for being there for Betty last night. At the party after Chuck…"

Jughead nodded back, unsure what to say.

Archie licked his lips and crossed his arms. "Betty's been my neighbor and best fried for as long as I can remember. I would have had her back, too."

Jughead eyed him for a moment. He could see the underlying guilt the redhead felt for not being the first one to get in Chucks face, but Jug recognized that this man was a protector of sorts. He didn't know him, but he liked him. "I know man. I'm happy to know you'll be around her when I can't be."

His words had struck Archie; he could tell. He hadn't thought through the impact of his words before they were spoken, but that didn't make his statement wrong. Between the lines, he planned on being around whenever he could. That is, if Betty would have him.

"I better get going," he said as he put on his helmet.

Archie nodded and stuck out his hand, to which Jughead took and shook firmly before securing the strap under his chin.

"See ya around," he said as he thrust down on the kick start, the bike roaring to life. He spared once last glance up toward the Cooper house before giving Archie a curt nod and turning away from the curb, back toward his side of the tracks.

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Inside, Veronica quickly scurried to the side of the bed, swooping up Jughead's forgotten grey t-shirt in the process and slapping a waking Betty in the face with it.

Betty grumbled as she pulled the offending material off her face and opened her eyes. "V, what the-"

"Put it on, your mom is coming!" she whispered as she made her way to the other side and turned the comforter back. She was careful to stay between the duvet and the top sheet, not looking to get all up in a bed laced with serpent sweat and… other fluids.

"What?" Betty's eyes went wide as she fumbled with the shirt and pulled it over her head.

"I'll explain later, just-"

A soft knocking on the door interrupted her thoughts and the two girls laid back in the bed as casual as possible as Alice Cooper let herself in without waiting for the invitation.

"Morning girls," she cheered with her picture-perfect smile. Both girls in the bed replied at the same time.

"Hey mom."

"Hi Mrs. Cooper."

Alice smiled and made her way into the room, pulling back the curtains and letting the sun in once again as if the girls had no idea how nice it was outside already. "How was your party? Did you have fun?"

Veronica and Betty glanced at each other and blushed, Betty noticing now what Veronica was wearing and Veronica clearly knowing what had gone on in this very room the night before. They looked away, smirking.

Betty turned her head and sucked in a deep breath, suppressing her smirk as she looked to her mother. "It was… uneventful," she lied.

Alice looked over the both of them, realizing quickly that there was not going to be much elaboration from either girl. "Well, get dressed and come downstairs, I'll whip up some breakfast." She turned on her perfect pink pumps and made her way out of the room, calling out behind her. "Your father is hungover and requesting a feast."

When she was out of earshot Betty slipped from the bed, pulling the large shirt down to cover herself as she quietly closed the door Alice had left open, and turned to face her best friend, blushing.

Veronicas face was already awash with a devilish grin. "Girl…"

"Oh my god," Betty breathed, leaning back against the door and covering her face with her hands. "Where is he, was he gone when you got here?"

Veronica pushed the duvet back and hopped off the bed, heading straight for her overnight bag by the closet door. "Absolutely not, I had to kick that six-foot man-cicle out of your bed and your window just now. You're welcome, by the way," she said pointing her toothbrush at her before disappearing into the bathroom.

Betty's cheeks burned and her heart and stomach did funny little backflips knowing he hadn't snuck out in the middle of the night. Not that she had expected him to, she just also didn't not not expect him to either.

She pushed herself off the door and moved over to her dresser drawer, quickly pulling a fresh pair of panties out along with some sweats, slipping them on and moving over to the window. She leaned on the bench and looked around as best she could, trying to catch a glimpse of him making his way over to the bike but she couldn't see anything. Half a second later, though, she heard the engine start and her heart sank. Even knowing he'd had to make a quick escape; she was disappointed that she didn't get to say goodbye.

Taking a deep breath, she stood straight and walked back over to her vanity. She looked positively ravished, from her glowing cheeks and messy hair, to the satisfied ache between her legs and the large purple hickey on her collarbone. Thankfully his t-shirt was high enough that it had been hidden from Alice, but she made a mental note to wear all her collared shirts until her skin faded back to normal color.

Betty shivered at the memory of Jughead's mouth on her skin.

Her body was sore, but in the most sinfully delicious way. She bit her lip and pulled the collar of his t-shirt up to her nose, inhaling his scent and closing her eyes at the way it turned her on all over again.

She had not expected one bit of what last night had given her. She expected to go to a party, turn a couple of heads maybe, then come back home and fall asleep eating popcorn and watching horror movies.

Meeting Jughead blind-sided her, but she wouldn't change a single moment for anything.

X

Two weeks went by, and with each passing day Betty felt more and more dejected. She hadn't heard a peep from Jughead, or any of his friends for that matter. Not even Kevin had mentioned any of them in passing, and she worried that she had put too much stock into the night they had shared. She wanted so badly to ask Kevin about him, if he'd heard anything through Joaquin, but she was too afraid she wouldn't like the answer, and so she kept to herself.

Kept hoping.

She didn't want to believe him to be the type to just sleep with a girl and never call. He simply didn't feel like that kind of a person when she had met him. Then again, she had slept with him on the first night they ever truly met, and she hadn't thought herself to be that type of person either.

Sometimes people surprise you.

People at school had looked at her differently that first Monday after the party. And that Tuesday, and Wednesday, and so on. Everyone who wasn't there that night wanted to know every detail about what went on, and why Betty Cooper, of all people, would leave on the back of a Southside Serpents' motorcycle. They wanted to know who had given Chuck Clayton that shiner and why he had been uncharacteristically silent for the better half of two weeks. And those people who were at Cheryl's party were waiting to find out any juicy details they could about what happened after they watched Betty and Jughead leave.

The only people who knew were Veronica, Archie and Kevin; her three best friends. Even Cheryl didn't know all the details, and she was perhaps one of the few who didn't want to know them. Cheryl had been suspiciously M.I.A. more often than not these last two weeks; bolting from campus pretty much the second the bell rang every day. Even Vixens practice was no longer at the top of her priority list. Betty suspected it had something to do with Jugheads friend Toni, but again, she was too embarrassed to ask for fear of seeming desperate.

The bell rang, finally signaling the end of the school day and Betty breathed a sigh of relief. She grabbed her spiral notebook and matching folder from her desk and slipped from her seat, only half listening as the teacher called out the weekend assignment and wished all the students a happy Friday.

She moved with the throngs of people into the hallway and solemnly made her way over to her locker. On autopilot, she pulled down on the combination lock and opened the noisy aluminum door, meticulously slipping her books into their allotted space on the shelf up top and her pens into the magnetic bin on the inside of the door.

Quickly she glanced at herself in the mirror, her eyes shifting to the now-healed spot on her neck where Jugheads mark once proudly displayed itself. She had received some curious stares from the other girls during P.E. that week, but no one ever asked her about it. She suspected Veronica was threatening them with her eyes behind Betty's back.

A disappointed knot formed in the pit of her stomach at the thought that the only real proof that she and Jughead Jones had spent a night together was now completely gone. Even the abused ache that once resided in her womanhood was gone, replaced only with unfulfilled want for more.

No matter what she did to try and distract herself, she could not get him off her mind.

Betty yearned for him in a way she had never yearned for anyone or anything. Not only did her body crave his in a physical sense, she also craved conversation with him. She wanted to know what it felt like to cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie with him while laughing and snacking on popcorn. She wanted to take a walk with him and hold his hand while they crunched through the fallen leaves and crisp November air all the while discussing their respective articles and other projects.

The conversations they'd held prior to ever meeting were prominent in her head now, and she knew without a doubt that he was the person she wanted to be with—even without the physical side of their relationship, for lack of a better word.

Most of all she wanted to think that he wanted all of that too, but she had a hard time convincing herself of that with each day that passed with no contact.

Archie and Veronica appeared in her periphery as she pulled her wool coat from her locker and shrugged it on. She waited for their idle chatter to stop before she closed the locker and looked to them with a small smile, hiding away the sadness that bit at her insides. It had been routine for Veronica to hitch a ride with the both of them now that she and Archie were officially official.

Betty was jealous.

"T.G.I.F," Veronica sighed as she let go of her new beau and hooked arms with Betty instead, turning toward the exit. Just then Chuck brushed past them and bumped shoulders with Archie, turning on his heel to look at them as he made his way by.

Both girls turned and watched with annoyance as Chuck stopped and eyed Archie for a long moment.

"Better keep your boy away from me Andrews, so help me," Chuck muttered as he turned back and continued on towards his own locker.

Betty and Veronica furrowed their brows and looked at one another, puzzled by Chucks statement.

"What was that about?" Veronica wondered out loud.

"Who knows," Archie breathed, shrugging his backpack over his letterman jacket-clad shoulder. "He's been off ever since Halloween. Probably just his bruised ego."

Betty pulled her coat tighter around herself and the two girls turned back towards the front door of the school. "You'd think he'd be over it by now," Veronica muttered.

The trio continued on down the hall toward the main exit but Betty couldn't help but notice some of the curious stares coming their way. Underclassmen were looking out the windows of the front door, whispering to one another about whatever was outside. As they got closer, she heard her name from one of them and she grew annoyed.

Veronica cleared her throat loudly and the younger girls turned around, wide-eyed and moved away from the door.

"People really need to find a new topic of conversation," Betty said purposefully loud as she pushed their way through the large double doors and out of the school. She rolled her eyes before looking forward, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw a familiar face waiting outside.

Her heart immediately began to hammer away in her chest.

There he was, the very person she had been unable to get out of her every waking thought. At the bottom of Riverdale High's long concrete steps, standing tall and proud in front of his motorcycle, was Jughead Jones.

Betty's breath caught in her throat at the sexy little smile he gave her upon their eyes meeting. "Oh my god," she exhaled.

"Damn girl," Veronica said from beside her. "Tell me your knees aren't a little weak right now because mine are…"

Archie gave her the side eye and shook his head. Girls.

Betty blushed as she looked at the sexy man who was waiting at the bottom, one foot on the bottom step and his hands hooked into the loops of his jeans. She tore her eyes away and tilted her body in front of Veronica, begging her with her eyes for help. "What do I do?"

Veronica chuckled at her and turned her back around, linking arms with the blonde once again and guiding her slowly down the steps. "You finally tell him how you feel."

Betty scoffed. "What am I supposed to say to him, V? Thanks for the lay, I'd like to do it again sometime?"

Veronica laughed and shook her head at Betty's attempt to shy away from this encounter. "Just tell him the truth, B. He wouldn't be here right now if he didn't feel the same way. And if I'm wrong, I will personally hunt him down and make him suffer."

The trio came to a stop at the foot of the steps where Jughead was waiting, his eyes scanning Bettys face in an attempt to read her but coming up short.

Archie immediately reached out and gave Jughead a fist bump and a nod. "Hey man." Jughead gave him a quick nod to be polite but immediately turned his attention back to Betty.

"Romeo," Veronica addressed Jughead. "Nice to see you again, and fully clothed this time."

He chuckled slightly at the memory of Veronica shooing him out of Bettys bedroom window and nodded in her direction as well. Betty's face burned and she had to turn her face away to hide the embarrassment. "Oh my god."

Veronicas arm slipped from Betty's and linked instead with Archie's as they continued on past Jughead without the blonde. "See you later, B?" she asked without stopping. From behind Jughead, Betty saw V give her a wink and a wave before continuing on to Archie's truck.

She wasn't sure if she felt grateful for her friends' quick exit or betrayed by it. Her eyes finally settled back on Jugheads and she felt more nervous now than she had right before she stripped him down and threw him on her bed.

The memory made her tingle.

"Hey there, Juliet," Jughead breathed, a small smile donning his wide pouty lips.

Betty gave him a tight-lipped smile and looked down at her feet, unsure what to say or do next. For weeks she thought about what she would say to him if and when she saw him again. Her mind had conjured up a million different scenarios and a million different conversations. She was always calm and collected and cool when she said what she wanted to say in her head, but now as she stood in front of him all those words escaped her, and she found herself at a loss.

Jughead took in her attire, noting that this was the real Betty. Gone was the low-cut shirt and mini skirt. The heavy eye makeup had all been washed away and the high pumps replaced with modest camel boots. He found her to be breathtaking with her high, tight ponytail and wool jacket. He could see her pink cashmere sweater underneath which was donned with a sparkly embellished collar… all of which begged to be pulled apart by his hands and his hands only. He relished in the knowledge of what vixen lay beneath all the frill and lace that was Batty Cooper. He could only hope and pray that he was the only one with that knowledge.

The twinkle in her eyes and the pink of her cheeks gave him hope that maybe he was the only one, and that there was a side of her reserved for only him.

"Jug," she practically whispered, unable to hide the blush that formed at the memory of panting and moaning his name numerous times in recent history.

He could see the insecurity in her features and posture, and he felt immensely guilty for it. Her guard was up, and he only had himself to blame for it. Hell, she probably thought he was only here for a booty call. He'd been a prick to leave the way he did and not call her to explain, especially because she deserved to know how badly he had wanted to stay there with her that morning. "I'm sorry I didn't come to you sooner," he said quietly. "Please believe me when I say I wanted to."

Betty looked at him, torn between wanting to ask him why he hadn't, and knowing that she equally had every opportunity to reach out to him and hadn't due to her own fears and insecurities. Whatever his reasons, she knew she couldn't blame him for their lack of communication when she was just as much a guilty party.

"I wanted to, too," she admitted quietly. "But if I'm being honest, I didn't know what to say."

Jug nodded and looked down at the ground for a long moment. "Do you regret it?" he asked.

When he looked up at her she could see the sadness in his eyes, and it gave her a glimmer of hope. She furrowed her brows and shook her head. "No, I don't at all."

A wave of relief washed over him.

"I just-" she stopped and took a deep breath. "After that night… I thought I could do the one-night stand thing and be okay with it but that's just not me." She swallowed hard. "I like you, Jug."

Jughead had to fight the smile that threatened his normally brooding features. He couldn't describe the relief and excitement he was feeling by her admission; It was everything he had been fantasizing about, and better than anything he could have thought up in his head. "I like you too, Betts, more than I ever thought I could."

Her shoulders relaxed and she bit her lip, allowing herself to finally smile. They had done things backwards, a little unorthodox, sure. That didn't mean there couldn't be some normal progression hereafter. "So," she started with a shrug. "What now?"

Jughead, for the first time since their meeting, looked nervous as he tentatively reached out at took one of her hands in his. "Well, I'd like to take you out," he began. "Let's start over from the beginning; take it slow this time?"

Betty's stomach fluttered at the contact of his hand on hers and she swallowed hard, nodding and threading her fingers with his. "Right now?" she asked.

Jug nodded. "If that's alright…"

Betty smiled and gripped his hand tighter, nodding. "Okay."

Jughead smiled and brought their joined hands to his lips, kissing the back of hers quickly before turning and pulling her after him towards his bike.

Betty watched as he released her hand and grabbed his helmet. He swung his long leg over the bike and sat, immediately tugging at the straps of the helmet, she assumed to make it a better fit for her.

She stared at him sitting atop his bike and the butterflies in her stomach came fully alive again. Was this real? Was he really here right now?

His hair fell before his eyes and her fingers itched to push it out of the way; to feel its feather softness again. Her hands already craved the feel of his calloused ones, her breath begged to be stolen away by his own.

She remembered the way her whole body responded to his first kiss that Halloween night, and suddenly she felt feverish. She remembered the way his lips ghosted over her skin, and the strangled way he gasped her name while she rode him to the brink of completion.

She quickly realized that starting over was not an option.

"Actually, Jug…" Betty stopped him, her hand on his forearm, prompting him to look up at her from astride his bike. "If I'm being honest, that's not what I want."

His brows knitted together when he saw her face. He looked into the deep expanse of her green eyes and slowly his face began to fall. She shook her head at him and saw sheer disappointment don his handsome features. He thought she was having second thoughts.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

"I can't take it slow, not with you." His gaze went from one of sadness to one of confusion. She had lost him.

Two weeks had already gone by; she didn't want to waste a second more. "How about instead of starting over, we just pick up where we left off? And we can sprinkle in everything else in between."

Jughead couldn't have helped the smile that broke out on his face even if he wanted to. He watched as her coy smile turned into a broad one, her cheeks tinged with the cutest shade of pink. God, he loved this girl already.

"Get over here," he said to her.

"What?" she asked, one eyebrow raised.

Jughead suppressed his smile and set the helmet back in its spot on the handlebar, clearing his throat as he did so. "I said get over here, Betty Cooper."

The tone of his voice was demanding but the smirk on his lips and his eyes were playful, and Betty bit her lip as she stepped off the curb and into his personal space. He reached his hand out for her and, in a flash, tugged her so she was straddling his lap backwards on the bike.

She gasped loudly as she looked at the twinkle in his eye. His long fingers snaked their way up into her hair, loosening her signature ponytail as he pulled her lips down to his waiting ones.

Her eyes drifted shut at first contact, and a flood of familiar warmth travelled throughout her body. She missed his touch even more than she had thought, and was certain she could not go this long without feeling his lips on hers again.

Immediately her senses were assaulted by the scent of him and flashes of their night together bombarded her brain. Her body hummed everywhere he touched, and she opened her mouth to him, allowing him full access and control.

Wolf whistles and cheers could be heard all around them, and for the first time in weeks she didn't care that people were staring at her. She was finally where she had wanted to be all along, and no number of onlookers was going to change that.

She adjusted herself so that she was flush against him, her chest pressed tightly up against his as she gripped both of his shoulders with her small hands. Her groin met his and she rolled her hips ever so slightly, eliciting a low moan from deep in his throat.

Her stomach fluttered involuntarily when he slowly peeled his lips from hers and hissed, and she briefly wondered if it would always be like this with him. She very much hoped so.

"If I remember correctly," he said against her lips. "Where we left off, that was in bed..."

She smiled back against him, nipping at his bottom lip with her teeth. "Yes, that is correct. My bed to be exact, but yours will do just as well."

Jughead jerked his hips to emphasize his arousal for her without making his intentions completely known to all the gawkers, though they wouldn't have to be deaf dumb and blind not to see how much he wanted her.

She whimpered her approval and he was suddenly very eager to get her alone.

"Pops after for a bite?" he smiled, a date with her still on his mind.

Betty nodded and ran her hands up his chest and gripped the lapels of his leather jacket. "Sounds like perfection."

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, he cupped her face in his large warm hands, brushing his thumb over her cheek, and brought his lips back down to hers. It was tender, and sweet, and she knew deep within that this was the start of something incredible.

FIN

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