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Growing up, Jughead wasn't exactly what you'd call... Normal. He can even recite the words he spoke to his at the time girlfriend- "I'm a weirdo", and thinking that he said those words several years ago was enough to make anyone cringe to the thought. His father was a drunk, Jughead himself was homeless for a year, and his sister and mom were in Toledo for several years. But, now... His life was somewhat put together. Well, as put together as a Jones man could be. He lived in Riverdale, had a few friends who never moved away after high school and college (probably because some of them never went to college) and, yes, he was a drinker, but a few beers here and there couldn't hurt, right? 

Sure, he was single, but maybe he wouldn't be if his bitch of an ex-girlfriend never cheated on him and fucking kissed his best friend. He had been able to forgive Archie and move on with his life, but Betty? No.

"And so then, guess what Polly says to me? It's six in the morning, too. I'm already dressed for work and all." Sweetpea complains, making his voice higher as to mimic the sound of his fiancé's voice. "I fed him at three this morning. The LEAST you could do is change his diaper before work." Everyone at the bar groans. "I got baby piss ALL OVER my shirt! And worse, I didn't have time to get it out, so now I smell like-"

Tony snorts, "Trust me, you don't gotta tell us what you smell like." Sweet Pea swats at her, telling her something that sounds like fuck off. Jughead is the next to groan when he sees who just walked into the bar-- Tabitha. His boss was relentless.

"Forsythe!" She smiles not-so-sweetly as she approaches him. "Got a story for you. Need you to cover it ASAP." Jughead glares at her as his fellow Serpent douche bags snicker behind him, Fangs forming a heart with his two hands.

"In case you haven't noticed, Tabitha, it's--" He looks down at his phone and sneers, "Seven-nineteen. I work nine to five, and you're always a stickler about overtime. See you tomorrow, sweetheart." He starts to turn around before Tabitha smacks him on the arm with some rolled up paper. "Ow- What?"

"Can't wait. You gotta be the first to cover it, god forbid Alice Cooper writes about her own daughter, she'd get too much publicity, and that conniving bitch doesn't deserve shit." Jughead was about to ignore when he freezes, hearing the name Cooper. Tabitha absolutely despised the she-devil. She'd stolen a few of their employees from their office, The Reporter for her own small newspaper. 

"Wait- You need me to write a story on-"

Tabitha interrupts him before he can even say it. "Elizabeth Cooper, that's right. She was working over at Quantico for the past three years, and now she's here to find the Trash Bag Killer." Everything in the crowded bar goes quiet at the words that Tabitha is nonchalantly speaking of- and a little too loudly. Every noise from small talk to the clinking of glasses, is absolutely silent. Everyone knew who Tabitha spoke of, an infamous serial killer. "Mayor Lodge asked us specifically to write a story on it before Alice can even think about it. Talk about Elizabeth, give us her story, why she joined the FBI, her experience, the mayor wants the town to feel safe again." 

Eavesdropping, Sweetpea places a firm hand over his friend's shoulder. "Betty? Jughead, you can't, not with everything that-"

Jughead clears his throat, "Fine." He stares off, his blood running cold to just the sound of his ex-girlfriend. The woman he fell in love with before she broke his heart into millions of minuscule pieces, pieces she didn't even stay to glue together. 

Satisfied with his answer, Tabitha nods and turns away. "I'll email you all the info. We've already set up the first interview." If it meant making the people of Riverdale feel safe again, he guessed it was worth seeing the back-stabbing bitch. 

"Wait," Jughead demands, Tabitha stopping in her tracks, still facing the exit. "What if she can't catch him?"

"She will."

Tuesday, 11:04 AM

Jughead spent the first hour and a half of his day preparing for the interview, writing his questions and thinking of how the hell he should even start when seeing her. Seeing her for the first time in seven years. 

He sits in his car, outside of the police station. "Hiya, Betty, it's me, remember? The guy who you tore apart limb by limb by cheating on him and then ditching for college? How ya been?" No, too aggressive. "Hey, Betts, you look good. Heard you're on the case. I'm proud of you." Absolutely not, too nice. "Yo." Jughead, what the fuck?  "Uh-"

"Alright, this is pathetic." Cheryl stifled a sympathetic laugh. She didn't work for the paper, but she insisted she tag along. She promised to sit in the waiting room, just wanting to make sure he got in alright. Plus, she wanted to see her cousin. Last time she saw her was when she visited for Christmas last year, and stayed with her and Toni- although she'd never tell Jughead that. "Come on, you're late. Meeting's at eleven, remember?"

Jughead glanced at the clock that was on his radio. "Shit. Well, it's not like I have to make a good impression, right? She's already seen my dick." He jokes with a nervous chuckle. He mentally curses himself, he always made stupid jokes when he was anxious, it was his coping mechanism. He opens his driver's side door, as does Cheryl with her side. He stares up at the police station as they shut their doors and Jughead clicks the lock symbol on his keys. He exhales a shaky breath, following Cheryl inside as she motions with her long red fingernails to hurry up.

Once inside, Jughead feels his stomach flip upside down, an officer asking, "how can I help you?" There she is. She's standing in the back corner of the room, by what seems to be a small kitchen. She has a thermos in hand, with what Jughead assumes to be coffee. Most likely with the tiniest dash of cream and two sugars, cinnamon on top- her coffee order since high school. Her hair is done back in a neat ponytail, her hair longer that how he remembered it. How he remembered running his fingers through it, pulling on it as their lips locked in a passionate kiss. She has her makeup done, it looks pretty. She looks pretty.

Jughead gasps, feeling like his throat is closing in on itself. He tries to answer the nice officer, but the only words he can mutter out are Fuck fuck fuck. The officer looks to him, waiting for his response, but before he can say something, his legs are rushing him into the mens room. He stands himself in front of the sink, his fists clenched against the white porcelain until his knuckles are the same color as the counter. "Fuck!" He slams his fist down against the sink, cursing again from the sting it leaves on his skin as it breaks open. It wasn't a big cut, but it stung a little as a small drop of blood dripped into the sink. 

"Just breathe, Jughead," He tells himself as he runs his hand under the cool water from the faucet. After rinsing, the blood is still gushing out a little bit, but it wasn't anything to worry about. He tucks that hand into his jacket pocket, figuring he was taking too long. He remembers what Cheryl has told him before, count to thirty, and by the time you're at twenty five, you'll be okay. One step at a time. 

Taking one step at a time, he walks from the bathroom, back out to the lobby. "You can go in whenever you're ready." The officer smiles politely, gesturing toward Betty's office. He follows the direction of her hand and watches as Cheryl embraces her cousin in a hug, just able to hear Cheryl gasp, "your hair is everything! Your nails need some work, but text me when you're free and I'll book an appointment." She receives a laugh in response. Actually, it's more of a giggle than a laugh. A sound Jughead hasn't heard in so long. He watches as Cheryl pulls back and waves farewell to the blond, and Betty walks back into her office.

"Hey," Cheryl walks toward Jughead. "You ready?" He nods, but it's not very convincing to Cheryl. "I'll be outside. Text me if you need help." Jughead chuckles, waving her off as she walks out of his line of sight. He stares at Betty's office, his eyes scanning over the letters, Elizabeth Cooper on the door, and then right under it, KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING. He chuckles, she always was one for privacy.

Finally, he has the courage to walk to it, telling himself that there was nothing to be afraid of. She's just an FBI agent with combat training who could definitely strangle you if she pleased. He smirks at himself, raising his hand to knock at her door. "Come in!" Her voice rings through his ears like an alarm clock. An angelic, peaceful, serenity of an alarm clock. He nods and twists the door knob until it allows him passage through the door way.

He walks inside, and Betty begins introducing herself while she types away at her computer, and then she looks up. And their eyes meet for the first time in seven years. Is it possible that her eyes have gotten even more entrancing? All the hatred and irritation he felt last night washes away like he's the sandy shore at some over populated tropical island. "Jughead." Her almond shape yes widen- she's surprised. She looks like someone just smacked her in the chest with a bowling ball, like someone just took her breath away. And then he realizes- He took her breath away.

He opens his mouth to say something snarky, sarcastic, maybe a little passive-aggressive-- but nothing of the sort comes out. "Hey, Betts." 

She tucks a loose strand of her wavy hair behind her ear, something he remembered that she always did when she was nervous. "You're, uh, you-" She stutters, exhaling with a small smile. "You work for The Reporter?" She's unsure what to do with her hands, so she just clasps them together. There's a hint of relief in Jughead's eyes- she's nervous, too. It makes him relax.

"Well, I sure as hell don't work for your mom." He's able to send her a small hint of a smile as he furthers into the room and takes a seat. Betty's still standing as she nods, although looking down at her hands, acknowledging his sarcasm. Same, old Jughead. "Betty?"

"Hm?" She looks up, her eyes scanning over his features. He looks very similar to how he looked in high school, though she knew seven years wouldn't cause him to look a whole lot different. He had some facial hair, just a little bit of scruff, but it looked like he knew how to tame it. His hair was a little longer, but he had the same style. A black t-shirt and a red flannel seemed about right. The ripped jeans were new, though. 

"Sit down." He chuckled, his voice a little deeper than she remembered. She watches as he opens his laptop and types his sign-in credentials.

"Oh," She scoffs at herself nervously, taking a seat at her desk. She felt like she was in high school again, innocent little Betty, intimidated by a mans voice, like she didn't take down serial killers for a living nowadays. "In the email, it was from a... T. Tate. I didn't know it'd be... You." And then suddenly, Jughead realizes why she was just as nervous as him. Oh. She doesn't want to see me.

He smiles smugly, "Sorry, to burst your bubble, Cooper, but that's actually my boss." He tilts his head to the side with that damn smirk, as if to say fuck you. 

"Didn't say it was a problem. If it was, I'd tell you to leave." She states, matter-of-factly. "So, go ahead, ask me your questions, so I can't get back to making sure no one else in this town gets brutally murdered." 

He sighs, knowing now that he started the tension in the room, so he was to blame for for her passive aggressive attitude. One, that if he was still with her, he'd spank out of her. "Where are you from? Where do you usually work?" 

"I did my training after college, in Virginia, in Quantico, and then decided to stay there, instead of coming back home to Riverdale." She answers, like it's obvious. It wasn't like Alice Cooper told practically the whole town about how her daughter was a hotshot FBI agent. 

"Virginia, cool. You a red neck now?"

"Is that really a question, Jughead?"

He clears his throat, "and why did you decide to stay in Virginia? Instead of working here by your family, and finding some other job?" That most definitely wasn't one of the questions he wrote down. He always wondered why he'd never seen her step foot back in Riverdale all these years. 

There's a beat of silence while Betty's face contorts into one that shows you she's thinking, looking for the right words. Jughead knew that face. "It just... Fit." 

"It just fit?" She nods. "You always had a way with words." He comments, typing her response into the document he had pulled up on his laptop. Just then, her phone rings. She picks it up and sighs. 

"I have to take this." She tells him, answering the phone call and stepping from her desk. "Glenn, hey." An immediate smile forms on her lips as she steps out of her office. "I know, I miss you, too." She giggles, and Jughead just can't help himself when he eavesdrops. "Well, don't get your hopes up. By the way it's looking, I might be here for a while, babe." Babe. She has a boyfriend in Virginia. Fuck. "Wait, what? Now? I'm kind of in the middle of-" This Glenn guy cuts her off, and she sighs. "Tell Edna it better be important." She hangs up, and walks back in. "Sorry."

Jughead smirks. Sorry? For which thing, exactly?

But, instead, he shrugs. "No worries. You have to go?"

"Yeah, but, uh," She pulls a pen out of a desk drawer and scribbles something on it in her perfect handwriting, handing it back to him. "This is my number, put it in your phone. I'll give you a call when we can reschedule this. Still got the same number?"

"Yep." He nods, standing from his position on the chair while shutting his laptop.

She nods, extending her arm out. "Well, I enjoyed seeing you again, it was a pleasure-"

He doesn't take her hand. "No, you didn't."

"Always had a way with words, didn't you, Jug?"

Friday, 7:23 PM

Working late sucked. Working late when Tabitha worked late, sucked even more. Jughead hadn't heard from Betty for three days. He looks at the post-it note he'd stuck to the white board in his office at his work. Fuck that, I'm not calling her first. She promised she'd call me first. 

His computer dings, signaling a new IM message.

Tabitha: Any word on your next meeting with Betty? Hurry the fuck up.

He sighs. Guess I'm calling her first. He picks up the office phone, unwinding the cord that connected it to the dial pad, and dials in the phone number that she listed on the receipt. It rings four times before she picks up. Jughead feels his breath catch in his throat. "Agent Cooper. How can I help you?." She greets, the firmness in her tone wasn't;t something he was used to, yet. But, there was something in her voice that made her sound more intense than usual. "Hello?"

"Hey, hi, Betty, it's Jughead." He hears her gasp on the other end, he figured she totally forgot about calling him back. "When are you free?"

There's some rustling around before she answers. "Twenty-five-seven, you ever heard of it?" Jughead was about to respond something even nastier, when he realized she wasn't;t being sarcastic. 

"The bar?"

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Friday, 8:02 PM

Jughead was already waiting outside the bar, when Betty pulled up in her tiny, red Kia Soul. He smirked as she walked toward him after locking it, dressed in black, jeans and a grey v-neck that was cropped just enough so it went nicely with her high-waisted pants and jean jacket. 

"Hey-" He started, but she walked right past him, motioning for him to follow. He rolls his eyes as he follows the woman inside. 

"One screwdriver, please," She calls over to the bartender as she takes a seat on the black, leather stool. She turns to Jughead as he does the same. "Should I make that two?" She asks, but he shakes his head. "A beer, then?" He shakes his head again. "Nothing?"

He shrugs, "I'm good. You were the one who wanted to go to a bar, remember?" She nods, taking the glass from the bartender and thanking him. He takes out his lap top that he had resting between his arm and side, resting it on the bar top. "Why'd you join the FBI, Betty?" The answer was obvious to Jughead, but he needed it in her own words. 

"Oh," She sighs, tapping her fingers against her lower thigh. "I guess I was just... Tired of seeing my friends get hurt by bad people, and I wanted to help lessen that. I mean, god, you almost died twice. We thought we lost you." She turns toward the front, not facing him. Jughead types in her response, using quotation marks to directly quote her. 

"I remember." He chuckled, high school was a trip and a half. "I'm surprised you did." He presses, and Betty winces, but stays silent. "I mean, you never turned back. You just left." He tries to soften the blow his words had. "Hey, I mean, I would've done the same. Good for you."

Her mouth opens, as if she's going to interject, but she doesn't. She just sips from her glass, quickly, easily downing it, and ordering another screwdriver. 

"How do you handle the stress you're under? With the case and everything, I mean."

She shrugs, "I read a good book, uh..." She shakes her head, trying to think. "You know, The Great Gatsby, of course." She mentions, it was her all time favorite book in high school although the movie didn't do it justice.

"Oh, why, of course." He smirks, trying to lighten the mood. "Got any bad habits, Coop?"

She shrugs, "I.. Yeah." She reaches her hand into the pocket of her denim jacket and pulls out a pack of Marlboro's. "The only slip up I can let myself have."

"You smoke?" He raises his eyebrows, as to say who the fuck are you and what have you done with Betty Cooper?

"A little, I guess." She replies bashfully, looking down.

"That's kinda..."

She interjects, "Cancerous?" 

"Hot." She can't help the blush on her cheeks when he says that, and when he realizes he just called his ex-girlfriend hot, he shakes his eyes. "That's not what I- I didn't mean to-"

"Call your bitch of an ex-girlfriend hot?" Now it's her turn to raise an eyebrow.

He shuts his mouth that was wide open with astonishment, afraid to catch flies. "What?"

"I've read your blog." Oh, fuck. "Speaking of bad habits, you sure you don't want a drink?"

He sighs, shutting his laptop. "Absolutely positive." Betty stares at him, confused. She guessed he wasn't as big of a beer drinker as he was in high school. He looks down at his hands, fumbling with his thumbs, something Betty knew he did to ease his nerves.

"Relax, I'm not peer-pressuring you-"

"I'm in AA." He blurts out, looking down at the bar top, not meeting her gaze.

"AA?"

"Alcohol Anonymous." He answers, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans, he retrieves several AA chips. "Three years sober." Betty goes quiet, putting down her glass, and immediately regretting their location.

"And I took you to a bar?" She looks back at him, they exchange glasses before Jughead smiles. "That is so fucked up." Jughead's smile breaks into a chuckle, and from there, he laughs, until his stomach hurts from laughing so much, and Betty joins him. "Haven't heard that in a while."

"What?" The laughter dies down, a half smile hanging onto her lips.

"Your laugh." 

She looks down a little, unsure what to say. "Wanna join me for a smoke?" She leaves a couple bills on the bar counter and walks to the bar exit, taking her pack of cigarettes along for the ride, Jughead following closely behind. She pulls out a single cigarette, using the lighter from her purse to ignite it. Once lit, she brings the end of it to her lips and inhales a long drag, the smoke dashing out of her lips as she exhales. 

Jughead follows suite, "Fuck, that feels nice." He hums, "Hey, remember the first time we smoked weed together?" He chuckled, realizing how the perfect FBI agent used to get high off her ass at the Twilight Drive-In with him. 

She nods, "Oh, god, yeah. The Drive-In, where I learned how to roll a blunt." She chuckled, "You finally convinced me to give it a try after you smoked with Sweet Pea so many times. He still doing okay?"

"Yeah, we go out whenever he has a chance, now that he's got Benjamin."

She giggled, "I will always find it hard to believe that Polly agreed to name their kid Benjamin after having Juniper and Dagwood. They like Sweet Pea?" She leans her back against the brick wall of the bar.

"Yeah," He takes another drag, adding, "He's a good dad, good guy. He seems happy."

"Are you?" Betty asks, waving him off when he tries to hand her back the cigarette. She just decides to light another one. "Happy?"

He shrugs, "I like my job." There's an awkward moment of silence, the tension beginning to build up again.

"I didn't, by the way." He looks at her, confused, he crosses his arms over his chest. "Never look back."  She reminds him, repeating what he said earlier. "I visited on every freaking holiday, sometimes, just needing an excuse to be within a hundred miles of you." She chuckled, "I just never could never have mustered up the courage to say anything to you. You looked... Miserable."

"Yeah, well... I was. I had to leave in the middle of college to go to rehab, I was a mess." 

She looks at him, longingly. "I'm sorry." She sighs, "I messed up. Really bad. And I left as soon as I could, because I just.. I missed you. And I couldn't even bring myself to look at you."

Jughead perks up, dropping the cigarette and stepping on it as he stands up straight. "And now? Do you..." He walks toward her, covering the three feet of space between them, he leans his hand against the brick wall to the left of her head, leaning in, their noses almost touching. "Miss me?"

She gulps, her tough and mature facade falling completely to his will. Nodding slowly, she whispers, "Yes." It seems that's the only answer he cares about, his other hand cupping the side of her neck gently, as he leans in again and kisses her softly. Betty practically melts into the kiss, both of her hands coming to rest on his sides, rubbing up and down slowly. He pulls away after a brief moment and looks her in her eyes. 

"Enchanting," He mumbles, before diving in again, and smashing his lips against hers. He shoves her against the wall, eliciting a whimper from the poor girl's lips, moving the hand that was holding her neck, and wandering down her torso. He slips it under her shirt, his thumb rubbing circles along her waist. Betty bites at his lip gently, using the moment he gasps as an opportunity to slip her tongue past his barricade and rub it along his. He groans, his free hand grabbing at her ass, Betty moaning quietly against his lips. "Fuck." He curses, pulling away again. "Hotel room?"

She nods, telling him she'd text him the address. 

Walking inside, Jughead realized it wasn't a hotel room. It was more like a fucking pent house. Turns out, the town of Riverdale could be real generous if you were important enough. And just looking at Betty, he knew she was. 

"Shit," Jughead looked around the place, it was the nicest area he'd ever stepped foot in. He almost hit his head on the giant chandelier by the stair case, eliciting a giggle from Betty. He turns around, she'd just shut the door and locked it, and was still standing in front of it. Her bottom lip was caged between her teeth, and she had this look on her face. Lust, want, need-- Hunger. He pokes his tongue in his cheek, staring her down like a lion looking to his prey. 

"Jug, I think we should talk first-" She doesn't even get her sentence out before he has her light body pinned against the door, his frame guarding her in with no escape. She didn't mind, though, by the way, she'd jumped up and he caught her, his hand finding purchase on the globes of her ass. He lips attached to the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder, nipping the area with his teeth while he kissed all over. She threw her head back and groaned as she ran into the door. He chuckled under his breath, pulling away to look at her. 

Feeling a little insecure, she attempts to distract him, using her hand on his jaw to guide him back to her, but he pulls back. "What?"

"Betts, I want you just as bad as you want me-- And more." He growled, dropping her down to her feet. "But, I haven't seen you in seven years. I want to get a look at you, remember this before you leave again." His hand skims her waist, where her shirt was pulled up, the small amount of skin left uncovered between her shirt and jeans. "I want to look at you, especially when I..." He moves his leg up, high enough to slot his knee between her two thighs until it's pressed against her clothed heat. He watches as her eyes roll back from the sensation, her teeth digging in her bottom lip. "Where's the bedroom?"

Her eyes still not fussed on him, she mumbles, "Upstairs, let's go- Ah!" He interrupts her, digging his knee up into her. "Juggie." And that's enough to bring his attention back to her. He didn't want to fuck her against a wall, no, he wanted to take his time. He smirks, scooping her up in his arms, bridal-style. "What are you doing?" She laughs.

"Someone with such a queen status doesn't walk, she's carried." He quips, wiggling his eyebrows at her, and grating as she kisses his pulse point, sucking hard. He drops her on the queen-sized bed, watching as she scrambled into a sitting position, crossing her arms over each other, she lifts her shirt over her head by the hem, her breasts more prominent as her arms overlapped. 

"How have they gotten even bigger since I last saw you?" He groans, licking his lip, he removes his shirt and sits himself on the bed, pulling her by her waist until she's straddling him. She blushes, reaching her hand behind herself and unclasping it, removing the straps from her shoulders. Her top-half completely bare, Jughead kisses along the curve of her breasts, until finally, wrapping his lips around her left nipple, his teeth grazing it, she whimpers in response. She rolls her hips against his and he sucks harder, wondering who the last man she let fuck her, paid appreciation to her like this.

"Wait-" He mumbles against her sensitive flesh, pulling away, she looks down at him, her hands cradling his face. "Maybe we should... Take things slow. I want to hear everything."

"Now?"

"Now." 

"Okay." She nods, moving off his lap, she reaches for her shirt, and pulls it over her head, not bothering with the bra. It was hard to concentrate, his bulge prominent through his pants.

He notices it, obviously. It was uncomfortable, almost painful by how hard he was. But, something in him told him he just wanted to talk to his dear Betty again, hold her. "I'm gonna go... Take a shower first. A long..." Betty smirks. "I'm gonna go shower." 

She nods, an amused grin on her face as he stands, stripping himself of his pants and boxers, getting fully naked right in front of her. He notices her gaze and winks before walking off. What a tease, Betty thinks to herself. 

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Saturday, 1:09 AM

"You what?" Betty giggled, laid on her back, she's wearing her t-shirt and pink underwear, Jughead leaning on his elbow, looking at her. He'd just gotten done telling her the story of his first interaction with his boss.

He laughs, "I didn't know Tabitha was who I was going to be interviewing with!"

"Have you never heard the name Tabitha Tate? She's pretty well known in Virginia. Everyone hates interviewing with her. She's rude as hell." She gazes at him through her half-closed eyelids, starting to het tired, but she didn't care. "So, you-"

"So, yeah, she called my name while I was sitting in the waiting room. She seemed so nice, I never thought she'd be a CEO of a newspaper. Anyway," He smirks, "She says, Forsythe, that's a peculiar name." He changes the pitch of his voice to mock her. "And I said Wait till you see my dick."

Betty slapped his shoulder, "Jughead!" but she couldn't stop laughing. "You got so..."

"So?"

Betty thinks for a minute, "Bold. Yeah, you're more bold than you were in high school."

"I guess... I don't know, a lot of stuff happened around graduation, it kind of gave me this I don't give a shit attitude, you know?" He shrugs, his finger curling into the wavy Locke of hair that was splayed across the pillow. 

"You mean, heartbreak." Betty knew what he was trying to say, but not wanting to upset her. But, she knew she caused a part of his discomfort. "Because heartbreak does that."

Jughead isn't sure what to say, his mouth feels dry. He swallows, "I mean, yeah, sure. But, look at you, it had an effect on you, too." 

"Heartbreak?" She chuckles and shakes her head.

"You mean, that didn't;t hurt you? Our breakup? Because, it... It changed me, Betts." He looks down at her, almost feeling hurt. Maybe their relationship never meant as much to her as it did to him. 

"Jug, that's not what I'm saying." She sighs, "You can't exactly cry about heartbreak when you're the one that caused it." She looks around the room, avoiding eye contact with him. "I could say I'm sorry a million times, but... At the end of the day, it was me who broke up our friend group and our relationship."

He nods, then remembering something from sitting in her office. "Betty, you don't have a boyfriend, do you?" His palm finds her jaw, wanting her to look at him as he rubs circles over her jaw with his thumb.

"What?" She looks at him as if he has three heads. "No."

"I heard you on the phone when we were in your office. You said babe." 

She blushes. "Oh. No, not a boyfriend. It's a..." She chews on her bottom lip, embarrassed. "Friend... That I've slept with."

"A friend with benefits?" He furrows his eyebrows, Betty Cooper has definitely changed. 

She uses her hand to keep herself from giggling. "No, no." She shakes her head. "We slept together in college, just once. We were both drunk out of our minds. He came out last year, I call him babe as a joke. That's all, I swear."

"Oh." Jughead suddenly felt like an idiot for getting so jealous over Betty's gay friend. 

"Were you..." A smirk forms on her lips, "Jealous?" She pushes him on to his back as she slowly crawls on to his lap, Jughead's hands flying to her waist. 

"Maybe a little." He shrugs, playing it off as no big deal. He closes his eyes as she begins to kiss his neck, he can practically feel her wetness through her panties and his boxers, his length hardening. She rotates her hips, grinding against him. "Fuck."

"How bad do you want me?" She whispers in his ear, Jughead noticing the change in her. She used to be so timid and sweet, he was glad she'd gotten more confident over the years. 

"Bad." He groans, "But, perhaps I should show you..." He slips his hands underneath her panties, his thumb stroking her clit as his middle finger feels up her wet slit, causing the girl above him to moan into his neck. "Needy princess." He practically growls as he pushes a finger inside her. 

She gasps, "Oh, Juggie!" Her nails digging into his back, he shivers, shoving her off of him, onto her back, he kneels on the floor, pulling her closer by her waist. He leans in, replacing his thumb with his lips, and sucking on her clit as he adds his index finger to her hole.

She bucks her hips and he grins against her wetness, her hand finding purchase in his hair and tugging. He thrusts his fingers in and out, picking up on the speed and hitting her cunt harder with every thrust. She throws her head back, her head keeping him close to her. He removes his fingers when she's close and instead, uses his tongue to thrust into her. 

Betty hadn't done this in so long. It'd been nearly seven months since she last did anything sexual, because she wanted to focus on her job. She remembered a time in high school after their first time, Jughead had always made her feel the most safe during sex. 

Jughead rips her from her thoughts when he moans against her pussy, Betty's back arched as she was close to her orgasm. "Juggie-"

"Come for me, Betts." He mutters seductively. She didn't need to be told twice, her back falling against the mattress once she came undone against his tongue. She winces as he laps at her to clean her up, clearly still sensitive.

Once he gets up, he pecks her lips and sits next to her, a soft smile on her face, but the tent in his boxers still visible. "Pull down your boxers," She tells him, getting off the bed and standing between his legs.

"Baby, you don't have to-" He takes her wrists in his big hand. He was trying to be nice, but she could tell how needy he was.

"I want to." She tells him, making him smile. She smirks, watching as he pulls down his boxers, his length proudly slapping against his stomach, standing tall. She gets down at her knees, and Jughead nearly orgasms just at the sight of her at his mercy, worshipping him. 

She moves closer, pumping his shaft a few times, before her tongue circles his tip, teasingly, only dipping him in her mouth and sucking at the tip, messing with him. "Betts, please don't tease, fuck." His hands are in her hair pushing at her head, wanting her mouth around him. 

She nods with a chuckle, licking at his tip again before going down deeper and licking around his prick, sucking hard. He grunts, still pushing down on her head until  she moves again, taking as much as she can without gagging. She bobs her head, moving his length in and out of her warm mouth. She hears his gasp once she finally lets him guide her until her nose is touching his stomach, his prick causing her to gag. She swallows around him and he throws his head back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"I'm so close, keep going," He urges her, his length twitching in the back of her throat as she moans around him, enjoying the feeling of his dick choking her. He finally sums down her throat and Betty swallows it, licking around him until she has all of it in her mouth. 

She scrambles back on to the bed to see he's already laying back against her pillows. "C'mere," He mumbles lazily, pulling at her arm until she's snuggled into his side. "Welcome home," He chuckles and kissed her temple, pulling her even closer.

She closes her eyes, drawing circles on his abdomen with her fingers until she hears his deep voice again.

"How long are you staying? I don't want you to leave me again..."

She opens her eyes again, " I never completely left you." He looks down, and she knows that isn't enough. "Maybe I can... Maybe I can transfer here, I'll ask about it after the case is over."

"No." He shakes his head, taking her chin in his hand, he forces her to look him in the eye. "You're doing good where you are. You're happy, you're thriving, Betts. Maybe I'll come to Virginia for a week, see if there are any job openings, get an apartment..."

She nods, "If you're sure." She plants a kiss on his cheek. "And you can stay with me for a little while, then if you still want your own place, you can." She beamed at him.

He smiled back, running a hand up and down her bare side. "You're an enigma, Cooper."