When I say I love you, its not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I'm in love with what you are, what you do and how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of y...
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Jughead is sitting on the couch working on a mountain of makeup work. He's still feeling the lightness of clearing the air with Archie. He moves to stand up when the trailer door burst open, hand already on his pocketknife. Betty barges into the trailer like a hurricane. She's a pink storm of passion and fury. The knife falls out of his hand when Betty Cooper pushes him back down into the couch. His ribs scream in protest. A protest he is starting to become very familiar with. She straddles him and crashes her lips into his. Jughead has absolutely no time to think or to protest. His body reacts on its own as his hands find Betty's thighs just at the edge of her beige skirt.
"FP?" She asks huskily.
"Just us." He answers between kisses.
"How long?" She asks. Jughead hums in aggravations at all the questions. He just wants Betty's clothes off.
"Long enough." He says gruffly.
As soon as the words are out of his mouth Betty is removing her soft pink sweater in a rush. Jughead's hands are pushing up her skirt as they travel up the smooth skin of her thighs. She moves to unclasp her bra smiling at Jughead wickedly. Something about the smile disturbs him. The irritation he's had at her lack of communication comes barrelling into him full swing. Even the sight of her glorious bare breast can't combat the fire beginning to stir in his gut. Something is wrong.
"Betty." He says breaking from her kisses.
She grabs his hands and brings them to her chest.
"Betty stop." He says again a little louder pulling his hands away.
"What's wrong Jughead?" She asks looking at him so sweetly he almost gives in.
Anger and desire battle every fibre of his being. It's only been two days; he can't blame this feeling entirely on not hearing from Betty. It feels deeper, more fierce. Some unidentifiable part of him is angry, very angry.
He moves Betty off of him and stands up running his hands through his hair. She moves to cover herself with her sweater. Jughead really has no answer for her, but he decides to nip the immediate problem in the bud.
"Where have you been?" He asks trying to reign in his aggression.
"I'm sorry Jughead. This is about not hearing from me the past two days isn't it?" She asks in understanding. Betty is always so quick to put two and two together.
Jughead simply nods expecting an explanation.
"I've been dealing with a few things Juggie. Trying to wrap my head around you waking up and trying to decompress. I know I should have felt better after you woke up but instead it's like I finally got to break down after trying to be strong all month. I've been a ball of nerves since you went into your coma and I needed to deal with that before I brought those issues to you while you recover." She says as she grabs his hand.
