Never Quit Loving You

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Warning! Smut. Hehe. Yes, SMUT.

Also, I just wrote most of this with two hours because I have a lot of homework, so I'm sorry if it didn't come out too good :/ Please leave feedback, and I'll get to answering your comments soon (haven't had the time, lately).

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Jughead's eyes landed on Betty the moment she appeared from behind the corner. Her hand was tightly wrapped around the umbrella over her head, and for a moment, as she walked toward the parking lot, he briefly wondered why she hadn't come in a car.

And then everything but her faded away as their eyes made contact.

Jughead's gut clenched at the drastic difference between her emerald green eyes and the hazy, gray noon. His mouth dried up as his eyes dragged over her body, taking in every little detail of her.

She had filled out nicely and looked healthy. There were signs of exhaustion on her face. The light coat that she was wearing seemed a bit worn out, but the broken jeans and top under it brought out her body beautifully.

She was still breathtaking, looking so similar yet so radically different from the girl he had once known. Betty had grown up. And somehow, it made him want to touch her even more.

He needed to get to know the woman inside and out.

And as she started slowly walking toward him, he ran his hand through his wet black hair, suddenly craving to run the tip of his tongue over every part of her just to feel her soft skin and hear her moaning his name, again.

Jughead had no idea what he was doing. No one else jumped into his mind as the woman walked closer and his hand fell from his lips, the cigarette with it. Her lips were darker than they used to be, he realized when the distance had minimized.

He wanted to touch them.

Betty's gorgeous smile was already on her face, a bit shy and worried as she closed the small space between them, and Jughead wanted nothing more but to keep looking at it. Though, when he felt her breath on his face, his hands automatically cupper her face and brought his lips on hers.

They brushed together sensually, his hands gripping her face while hers slid into his hair. Their bodies bucked toward each other gracefully, their chests meeting once the first kiss was over and Jughead's hands fell onto her waist.

Betty whimpered into his mouth when they collapsed into each other again, her tongue so strong and sentimental in his mouth. His hands gripped her waist, leaving soft bruises behind as his crotch touched hers, eyes squeezed shut.

He needed to get everything out of this kiss.

Because who knew if she'd ever let him kiss her again after this. Though, judging by the small whimpers leaving her mouth, he hoped she would.

"Betty," he exhaled into her mouth, sounding breathless and relieved at once, his hands using all the power in them to somehow pull the woman closer to himself.

"Jug," she whimpered, hips bucking toward him, but not getting the satisfaction she had looked for out of the move.

"We need to go somewhere before I fucking take you here and now."

Betty could only nod once before Jughead rapidly pulled away and somehow grabbed the helmet, pressing it onto her head. Their eyes locked again, both dark and full of lust as his long gentle fingers grazed her neck before clasping the helmet onto her head.

They didn't spare any more words and didn't risk kissing again in front of the diner, already knowing that many many eyes were watching them, and there was no way for failing their assignment. They couldn't have sex in the rain, in a parking lot of the local diner. They just couldn't.