Bughead One-shots | Riverdale

Shower

"It's lucky my mom's not home, she'd have gone crazy with all of the mud we tracked through the house." Betty pulled a face as she pulled the hair tie out of her soaked hair, mostly covered in mud and the occasional leaves and twigs.

Another investigation had pulled Betty and Jughead into Fox Forest, searching through the depths of the trees for a while, though when a rain storm had hit and practically flooded the area it left the floor extremely muddy and slippery. An hour later of slipping through the Forrest and the two teens were drenched in mud, from falling over and having to get in the dirt at points.

"We didn't even find anything, I ruined my jumper for nothing." Betty pouted as she peeled said item from her body; an originally baby pink jumper that was now stained in brown gross mud.

"Nothing like a romantic date in the rain, though." Betty looked up and met Jughead's eyes in the bathroom mirror as he spoke and couldn't help but smile. She watched as he peeled his equally muddy flannel from his body, his shirt following before he turned to start the shower so it could warm up a little before he got in.

"I guess. It would've been nice if we didn't drown in mud though," Betty reluctantly looked away from her shirtless boyfriend as she tried to run her fingers through her knotty hair, and failing at how tangled in the mud it was. Giving up she turned on the tap and just leaned her head over the sink, trying to get as much mud out as possible before she even got in the shower. "You can get in first, Jug. I don't want to waste too much shampoo trying to get it all out at once."

She heard the shower curtain being pulled open behind her as she continued to try and work some of the excess mud out of her hair, pulling a face every time she got water in her ears.

"Why don't you get it out in the shower?" Jughead asked behind her his hand gently touching her lower back through her clean t-shirt, the only clean thing she was wearing as it had been underneath her jumper, before he moved away and she heard the shower curtain again.

"Because you'll have to wait, you can just go first." She responded as if it was the most simple thing in the world, though she gasped and paused when she felt a stream of water hit her back for a short moment.

When she stood back up and turned to face him, Jughead was grinning from where he was stood by the shower, holding the shower head back in the shower still in only his jeans.

"My shirt was clean." Betty whined, though still reached back to collect some tap water in her palm before she threw it at him, hitting him right in the face that caused her to giggle a little.

Jughead simply cocked an eyebrow up at her as he lifted the shower head slightly, and Betty shook her head a little in response.

"No no, we're even now, put it down." She giggled, holding her hands up in surrender.

"Okay." Jughead nodded as he leaned up to put the shower head back into the stand, and Betty nodded a little as she leaned back over the sink with a fond roll of her eyes.

Though she gasped and squealed a moment later when his arms came around her waist and he lifted her up, pulling her towards the shower as she tried pulling at his arm to let her go.

"Jug no I'm still in my clothes-" Betty started giggling before she gasped as he pulled them both directly underneath the spray of water, soaking through her shirt and the rest of their clothes.

"Oops." He chuckled behind her as he loosened his grip around her, allowing Betty to turn around to look at him properly.

"Very funny." Betty fondly rolled her eyes as she pushed her wet hair out of her face before reaching up to gently push his shoulder, as he was still laughing a little to himself.

"Beats the sink." Jughead joked as he moved a hand up to push his fingers through his soaked hair that was covering his eyes.

"Or you were just trying to get me in the shower with you." Betty teased as she cocked her head to the side a little, giggling quietly when his hands moved to her hips to tug her a little closer to him in the small space of the shower.

"Doesn't sound like me at all." He responded sarcastically with a gentle squeeze of her hips before he leaned down to kiss her, momentarily causing her to forget about the spray of water that was just soaking their clothes the longer that they were stood there for.