Definition of Want (Bughead)

HAND JOB

It was five days before Jughead redeemed another coupon and Betty sat in excited anticipation for him to hand her one of those poster-board slips. Every time she passed Jughead in their apartment- reaching for cereal, seeing him on the couch, passing ways as he went to bed and she got up for her 8 A.M. class- she completely expected (and hoped) he'd stop her to give her a new event.

On one hand, now that it was out in the open, she was sure that she could suggest to Jughead that she wanted him to use another coupon. If their last encounter was anything to go on, she doubted he'd be upset. She was a strong independent woman, goddamn, that could let her roommate know she was ready for more scheduled sexy times!

On the other hand, she was interested to see when wand what Jughead used without any prompting. She wanted to know how often he thought about redeeming one, or when he felt like he should, and she wanted his choice to be completely his own.

Now that she'd seen the actual possibilities within the book and took out the ones she wasn't too jazzed about, she had the worst wet dreams. She couldn't stop her over-active brain from conjuring up moments with some of the coupons, from the fairly simple to the racy and adventurous ones. She found herself hoping that she'd get the chance to do those with him.

It was his birthday present, and if he was saving them or if he wanted to go slow...she should not impede him. Ergo, she waited (albeit, she would not say patiently).

She didn't try to change herself too much; she wasn't cleaning the house in lingerie or seductively eating all her food in front of him. She was, however, wearing her hair down more often and wearing a few of her shorter-skirts. Just as an experiment. Just to see if this would tempt him.

They were watching a movie on Sunday night, at a very reasonable time at night, since both had finished their homework for the day earlier that morning. It was some action flick, something that had been new and caught both of their eyes. Jughead had run across the street to the corner store to buy some soda while Betty had made cheddar popcorn. They hadn't even needed to use so many words. Jughead mentioned that Netflix had been showing him previews for the film, Betty agreed it looked cool and as though on the same wave-length Jug was grabbing his coat and Betty had slid into the kitchen. Jughead came back with their favorites; Mountain Dew for himself, Rootbeer (Bauer's flavor only) for Betty.

They didn't sit snuggled up like a couple, per se, but they were sitting closer than their usual movie nights. Betty was fairly sure that the coupons were part of that, but she liked feeling him so close to her.

There was a scene on the screen that was practically a soft-core porn shoot, and she recalled this had been an 'R' rated movie, though she'd assumed mostly for the violence and gore.

Watching sex scenes with friends present was always a little weird to her, like watching with a parent sitting there. She was surprised to find that this time she rubbed her legs together in an effort to ease herself from the flicker of a flame that had alighted somewhere inside of her.

She glanced at Jughead, and couldn't help but look at his lap.

"Turned you on?" She asked, only half-teasing.

Jughead blew out, resting his head on his stilted fingers, "Betty, I'm a young and hot-blooded male. Sometimes looking at pineapple turns me on. So yes, show me boobs, and it's a little inevitable."

"Mhh," Betty said, now armed with this knowledge and unsure what to do with it.

Jughead shrugged but turned back to the movie. Maybe he was just planning on ignoring it or maybe it usually went away, but this boner seemed to persist. It was after about another half-an-hour of moving around and trying to focus on the TV (But Betty absolutely noticed his eyes flickering back to her breasts, which were sort of on display in her lounge tank, which might have been a teensy bit intentional on her part), but failed.