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    "So, you finally did it. A week ago it was like having sex with your brother and now, well, it's not." Veronica says.
    "So, how was it?" Cheryl asks.
    Betty shrugs.
    "What?"
    "It really hurt."
    "You only did it once?" Veronica asks.
    "Yeah."
    "You didn't tell him you didn't enjoy yourself, did you?"
    "No, of course not. I told him it was great."
    "Let me get this straight. So, you had sex and didn't enjoy yourself, but told him you really enjoyed yourself. How did you react during it?" Cheryl asks.
    "I just you know...you know."
    "But was it dramatic?"
    "I guess."
    "Well, now you have to have that level of enthusiasm every time or he'll feel bad." 
    "I have to head back home and talk to Jug about all of this."
    "Wait, we need details." Veronica calls after her.
    Betty gets home and Jughead smiles over at her. "Hey."
    "Hey." She smiles back, kissing him.
    "How were Veronica and Cheryl?"
    "They're good."
    He nods. "Listen, I know you didn't enjoy yourself." He spits out.
    "What?"
    "Cheryl called Toni, who called Sweetpea who called me."
    "No, Juggie, it's not that I didn't enjoy myself, it's just."
    "Betty, you don't have to defend yourself. I know more about women then you think. You could have told me to stop, you know."
    "I know, I just." She sighs, pulling herself up onto the kitchen counter. "I wanted you to enjoy yourself. I knew it wouldn't feel to great the first time anyway."
    "Betts, the most important thing to me is that you're okay. Not me, okay?"
    "Okay, I'm sorry."
    "Stop apologizing for things, it's alright."
    "Okay, sorry."
    "Betty." He chuckles.
    She kisses him, resting her forehead on his. He wraps his arms around her torso, hugging her close to him.
    "Your mom called." He says.
    "What did she want?"
    "She wanted to know if we could come for dinner."
    "What did you tell her?"
    "I told her I would ask when you got home."
    "I don't know, I'm pretty tired and-"
    "Okay, I'll let her know."
    "But if you want to go-"
    "Betty, it's your family, you get to decide whether or not we go. I'll let her know that you had a long day and you're tired."
    "Thank you. You wanna cuddle?"
    He chuckles, nodding. "Sure."