Betty wasn't what Jughead had been expecting, and he thought that in the best possible way. She was so much better than any fantasy. Friday was literally the best night of his life – they couldn't keep their hands off each other and by the time they stopped he was so exhausted that he actually slept.
He was going to enjoy every second of her, and hope that this wasn't just her way of dealing with her recent break-up, although he was happy to help in any way he could.
So here they were, in the spot where it had all started; Betty sitting at the edge of the table like that first night, her legs wrapped around his hips as he moved in and out of her warmth, their foreheads pressed together, her moans meeting his groans.
He felt her hands at his back, gripping his t-shirt as she began to tense around him, her breath hot against his face as she moaned her release, making him so proud that he was the reason.
Her usually big round beautiful eyes were half closed, satisfaction written all over her soft features. She was the most beautiful girl in the world, wearing one of his hoodies over her dress as the night had fallen, the air much cooler than earlier in the day at school. They had snuck away here, after her work at the Blue and Gold and his gym session. It had been three days since they'd done this, and he was craving her.
She kissed him with urgency after she came, moving her lips to his earlobe, tugging lightly as her fingers found their way up into his hair, whispering, "You feel so good," and driving him crazy.
"Fuck, Betty," he groaned, gripping her hip tighter with one hand and the back of her neck with the other, moving into her a little harder, his release building. With a few final thrusts he came, and she held him to her a little tighter, waiting until he was ready to release her.
He pulled out of her and sighed, their eyes meeting again with a smile. He gave her a peck on the lips before discarding the condom while she moved all her clothing back into place, taking an actual seat at the table as he joined her.
"You look so fucking good in my clothes, baby," he told her, making her smile sweetly as he wrapped his arms around her.
She snuggled into him, "I'd freeze without you," she joked. This was the second time he'd lent her his clothing, the first time it was his jacket, which had him growing hard again, picturing her in it.
"I won't let that happen," he assured, kissing the side of her head. "So, it might be too dark to study out here now." All they had was the half moon, high above the river, for light.
They'd originally said they were going to study, but they tended to their more carnal needs first. He was pretty sure neither of them expected to actually study. Who could ever think about schoolwork when there were more fun things to do?
"We could go back to your place. There's light there." She said, looking at him innocently.
"My dad actually asked me to come home tonight. You up for meeting him?" He asked, hoping she'd say yes. His dad hadn't always been the best father but Jughead knew he always tried and was proud of him, and that was more than a lot of kids got.
"Are you sure, Juggie?" She asked sweetly, a little crease in her brow forming.
He pressed his thumb to it gently, giving her a smile that reflected the softness he felt for her. She was beautiful, inside and out.
"Of course. Please, my dad's going to love you." He told her.
"Okay." She nodded with resolve, her worry turning to excitement.
"Alright, let's do it. But I'm blaming you if no studying happens." He teased and she kissed him, leaving a lingering smile across his lips.
She stood and reached a hand to him, pulling him over to his bike.
