Limbo | Bughead

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NSFW (In Paragraphs Eight-Twenty Three)

Beginning of June 2018

It was far from quiet in the Jones house, even if Veronica was out for the day, working her summer job at Pop's.

Jughead didn't have much planned for the day; he was just fine reading his comic books and blasting Chase Atlantic through the set of speakers in his room.

But that all changed when he heard knocks on the front door downstairs. He turned down the music and set down the book, making his way down the stairs.

"Jughead! Hi," said the one and only Elizabeth Blossom-Cooper. A smile accompanied her ponytail and yellow circle dress as she nervously fondled her fingers behind her back.

"Were you expecting Veronica?" He asked. "You seemed shocked to see me."

"No, I knew Veronica was at work. That's why I came now," Betty said, nervous beyond her wits.

"Come on in, Cooper," Jughead invited, stepping out of the way. "So what's up? You seem nervous," he said.

"Well, here's the thing, Jug. Archie and I have been getting kinda...serious lately," she paused, not sure how to word the rest. "But I'm not...experienced...when it comes to...um--"

"You're a virgin," Jughead interrupted, clarifying. Betty chuckled and continued.

"Yeah. And I know that he's just been holding back because he doesn't want to hurt me...with the...you know."

"Sex?" Jughead asked, once again trying to show Betty there was no need to be formal.

"Yeah, with it being my first time. So I thought, maybe Archie doesn't have to be the one who...takes my...um...cherry," Betty proposed.

"Are you asking me to set up some kind of blind date thing for you? Like some kind of 'Who's behind Curtin One?' thing?" Jughead asked, confused.

"No, Juggie, I want..." Betty said, stepping closer. "I want you."

"Does Archie know about this little plan of yours?" Jughead asked, not completely hating the thought of having Betty Cooper in his bed for more than a study session or hang out.

"No, but I promise, this could be a one time thing. No stigma. Just this once and then I'll go straight back to Archie," Betty swore.

"Well, is this what you really want?" Jughead asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Betty nodded and whispered, "It is. I always wanted it to be you." And with those final words of consent, lips were connected and hands were roaming all over before Jughead picked Betty up, her legs wrapped around his waist.

He walked her up the stairs and into his room, laying her down on his bed, and hearing her gasp when his hands began sliding her dress up. "Don't look at me," Betty said. "We can't do that if it's a one time thing."

So they didn't get fully in the nude; instead Betty slid her underwear down when Jughead wasn't looking, but kept her dress on. Betty looked away as Jughead unbuckled his jeans and put a hand on her knee.

"Are you sure?" He asked, gaining that final confirmation through a nod. A light gasp slowly escaped from Betty as a slow entrance was made. Jughead, knowing this would be hell for her, decided to soften the blow with kisses on her neck and lips.

As he focused his lips on her neck, Betty hid her head in the crook of his, not wanting him to see or hear her cry. "It's okay. It'll get better. I promise you, Betts," Jughead whispered, kissing her jawline.

Jughead's promise rang true, for Betty could soon sense some indulgence in her situation. Moans were nearly muted with kisses and make outs before release hit.

Flabberghasted and out of breath, Betty laid, perched up on her elbows, trying to catch her breath. "Juggie, that was...I'm...thank you," she finally managed to get out.

"Just promise me, Archie will eventually know about this. He'd get suspicious when you two do make it and you're not crying out in pain," Jughead said, looking over at her as she pulled up her underwear.

"And thank you, Betty, that was...way better than one could imagine," he added with a smile.

Betty stayed over for the rest of the day, feeling a stronger admiration for Jughead than she already had before she even came over.

The two played video games and talked, just as if nothing had happened. No stigma, no tension-- just friends being friends.

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The promise of being strictly once didn't stay for long. Everyday Betty would come over to the Jones' while Veronica was at work.

And it wasn't always sex; sometimes it was a day out at Pop's or Sweetwater River. Sometimes it was deep conversations about family, which was a sensitive topic for Jughead.

But of course, sometimes there was sex. And it started with most clothes on, but that aspect digressed. Soon enough, Betty was on him with only her bra and skirt on-- but just like before, it digressed. And before the conclusion of summer, they knew exactly what every inch of each other looked like.

And they knew it was wrong every time, but there was a passion, a fire that had them coming back for more. And to them, summer felt as though it would never end.

But it did. And all the consequences of their actions had come back to haunt them. But what haunted Jughead even more were the words Betty said after their last encounter:

"I'm sorry."

"This never should've happened."

"Can we forget about this? Please?"

"He can't know. Please, please don't tell him. He'd be heartbroken."

"I'm sorry, Juggie. I really am."

"I have to go."

"We'll still be friends. We will always be the best of friends."