Till marriage

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Some sexual content ahead

"I can't believe Archie said that to you." Betty scoffed. "It's an after-prom party, we're not supposed to wear heavy clothes. Did you dump him?"
"Yeah, " Veronica sighs. "But I talked to Sweetpea and he said he would take me to the party."
"Do you like him?"
"I don't know. He makes me feel safe."
"Here, let me show you how a real man reacts to this stuff."
Betty walks out of the room and speeds down the stairs in her short shorts and a low cut, tight tank top. She stands in front of Jughead, who smiles.
"Look at you." He says. "Do a spin." Betty spins. "Perfection."
Betty smiles, kissing him. "Thanks, Juggie."
"Awe, you're right. That is a real man." Veronica says, holding onto Betty's arm.
They get to the party and Betty sits in Jughead's lap, kissing him. He grips her butt, holding her closer.
"Betts, let's elope, now."
"Juggie, you just want to sleep with me. I'm not going to get married for sex."
"No, Betts. I love you. I don't care if we eloped and didn't have sex. I just want to be with you. Forever."
"Juggie, that's so sweet, but we aren't ready to be married."
"Isn't love enough?"
"No, Juggie. We need money and a house. Good jobs. I want to go to University."
"We can do all that while being married."
"Juggie. No."
He sighs, dropping the topic.
They both sit in Betty's room, quietly. Jughead kisses Betty, pulling her into his lap. She kisses him harder, filling any gaps between them.
"Betts, we have to stop."
"Why?" She whines.
"Because if we don't I'm going to have a bit of a problem. You know how it goes."
"Alright." Betty sighs, getting off his lap.
He stares at her butt, slightly sticking out of her shorts and pulls her back into his lap.
"Juggie, I thought-"
"The problem has risen, quite literally, with a vengeance, so I don't really have to worry about it happening now, do I?" He chuckles at his own lack of self control.
"Oh, Juggie." She moans in his ear.
"Baby, you know I like these pants."
"Well, we have a washing machine."
"Betts, please. Not unless-"
"Juggie." Betty pouts, causing Jughead to smile.
"You know the rules. Nothing until we're married. Especially now that we legally can get married."
"But Juggie, I want you so bad."
"Nope, I've gotta take care of this by myself."
"Fine, then I have to take care of my problem by myself too, right?" Betty says, biting her lip as he gets up.
Jughead gulps and Betty's eyes linger on where his pants look uncomfortably tight. "Y-yeah, you do."
"Alright, I guess I'll just have to use my imagination." She sighs
"Betts, please just sleep with me." Jughead begs.
"One day, perhaps. But not today. Now go touch yourself in my bathroom."
Jughead sighs and walks into Betty's bathroom. Once they had both relieved themselves they cuddle in each others arms.
"I love you." Jughead says, kissing Betty's forehead.
"I love you too, but we have to stop getting each other so riled up. It's not helping our waiting till marriage thing and it just makes us more frustrated. Especially the few times we've given in and done some...stuff."
"Like grade eight?"
"Exactly."
"But you have to admit, that felt good."
"Yes, yes it did, but that's not the point. You were right. No nothing until we're married, which includes me in your lap. No making out, or grinding or dirty talk. Nothing."
"Baby, you're not serious."
"I am. I mean it. I want our first time to be a special thing between a husband and wife. Not a half-drunken night where we fuck in a broom closet."
Jughead smiles. "Anything for you."
Betty smiles back. "Thank you."