Betty heard the door to the newspaper office open. It was a Saturday, so not many people were supposed to be inside the school. The track team had a meet that day and the drama club was in the library, but no one was supposed to be in this part of the building. She brushed off her flowered skirt and stood up from behind the desk.

Jughead closed the door behind him and locked it. Betty started forward and he turned around to face her.

"We need to talk," he said, with a dark expression. He wore jeans and a t-shirt with his usual hoodie but was without his usual backpack. Betty started to back away when he advanced on her.

"So why do you need to lock the door?"

"Privacy." He continued to stalk across the floor and she continued to retreat. "I want to talk about what happened in the closet at Cheryl's house."

"Can't we talk about it later?" she asked, trying to stall him. She didn't have classes or anything else going on that day as an excuse.

"No, it has to be today," he said. She was backed up against the wall and he stood directly in front of her. She looked off to the side and crossed her arms, defiantly.

"Why does it have to be today?" she asked.

"You're wearing a skirt."

Betty's head snapped up and she looked at him wide-eyed. Jughead took the opportunity and kissed her. His arms went around her and he held her tightly, moving his lips over hers until she started to arch against him. Then he broke the kiss, leaving her looking dazed, and pushed her backwards towards the couch. She stumbled as she walked, and when her legs hit the arm of the couch, she sat abruptly.

"I thought you wanted to talk." Her voice shook with tension.

"We can talk," he replied, unzipping his sweatshirt and dropping it behind him on the floor. "Eventually."

"Juggie, I-"

"This time," he said, dropping to his knees in front of her and placing his palms on the sides of her legs. "You said 'I'm touching you this time,' when we were in the closet." He gave her a small smile when her eyes widened. This was his Betty Cooper. Not the woman who'd demanded his compliance in the closet. His Betty blushed and grabbed his wrists when he moved his hands up her thighs and under her skirt.

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

"Something that's been on my mind since the night you asked me to zip up your dress," He replied. He kept his eyes on her face while he reached for her panties and lifted her bottom to tug them over her hips and down her legs. He moved between her legs in order to get closer to her, but stayed on his knees.

"Y-your hands are freezing," Betty stammered, still wide-eyed.

"I took a very long, very cold shower before I came here," he replied. "I wanted to keep my mind clear." He tugged her knees towards him and scooted her forward until she was at the edge of the couch cushions.

"What are you going to do, Juggie?" Her voice was barely a whisper now.

"Everything." He caught her face in his hands and kissed her, hard and deep. She responded and gripped his arms. He broke the kiss again and pushed her back to the cushions and lifted her knees up to his shoulders with a quick tug. "I've been doing a lot of research," he said. Betty struggled to sit up and started to protest.

"Wait, you're not going to-Oh!"

Jughead pushed the knit skirt up to her hips and let it fall over his head. He held Betty's trembling thighs with his hands and used his lips on her. He was gentle and slow when he started, inhaling her feminine scent and getting his first taste of her. When she let out a soft sound, he picked up speed with his lips and tongue, licking and sucking at her most sensitive area.

Betty pressed the backs of her hands to her eyes and bit her lip, fighting the unexpected pleasure. She'd been so surprised by his actions that she hadn't had time to get anxious or nervous. She jerked when Jughead gave a particularly intense suck on her clitoris and smacked her head on the back of the couch. He came out from under her skirt and wrangled her onto her back, lengthwise while hanging off the side of the couch and retuning to his task.

Betty never expected that oral sex would be a kind of salvation for her, but as she slid her fingers into Juggie's soft, dark curls and arched up against his mouth she felt freer than she had in a long time. She bucked and writhed and couldn't stop the tiny moans that came out of her mouth, faster and faster, as she panted. When her climax hit her, she tightened her thighs around the dark head between her legs and bit down on her hand to stop herself from screaming. She still let out a high-pitched noise in the back of her throat when he slid one long finger inside of her as her internal muscled fluttered and squeezed.

Betty opened her eyes when she heard the clink of a belt buckle. The gaze that met hers was dark and focused.

"We're doing this while you're still wet," he said yanking open his jeans. She didn't look when he tore open the foil packet with his teeth and rolled the protection down his shaft. He unbuttoned her shirt hastily and pushed her bra up to her collarbone. He sighed when he finally saw her naked breasts. She tugged at his t-shirt and he jerked it over his head before leaning down to kiss and fondle the firm orbs he'd been cheated out of during their last encounter.

Jughead ran his tongue around one stiff nipple and Betty arched up with a small cry. Her nerve endings were still over stimulated from her orgasm and reacted with sharp bolts of pleasure that zinged to her belly. His lips moved to her neck while he used his fingers to find the right spot between her legs. She felt the broad head of his erection probing at her and looked up at the ceiling.

"Look at me," Juggie said, rising above her and bracing his foot on the floor. Betty's eyelids fluttered briefly before focusing on him. He cupped her face and kissed her when he pushed inside. The first thrust was hard and short, since her body was unaccustomed to this type of activity. She stiffened and clutched at his shoulders when the pain hit. He backed off and thrust again, getting in farther and taking the sting to a burn. "Almost there," he whispered against her mouth and withdrew again before pushing himself inside her to the hilt.

Jughead was glad he'd taken the cold shower, and equally glad he'd opted to relieve his tension before getting under the cold spray. He was sure now that being balls-deep inside of Betty would have caused him to climax almost instantly if he hadn't taken steps to hold off the inevitable. This was the part that took all of his focus. She was trembling with tension, and he knew it had been painful for her. He fought the urge to move inside her and kissed her instead.

Betty started to relax as Jughead continued to kiss her and use his finger tips to stimulate her nipple. He began to move, slowly taking long, deep strokes, in and out. The ache eased and she began to arch her hips up to meet his thrusts. He was moving faster now, sharp, jabbing thrusts, and he pulled her leg up around his hip when his movements started to get jerky and erratic. He bucked his pelvis against her and she felt a second wave of pleasure, more subtle this time, and clutched him to her as he rode out her climax with his own.