The Exception to the Rule

Part 5

Later, Jughead found Betty in the kitchen perched on top of the island talking to Josie. At 12:30am the party was starting to mellow, with only pockets of people left spread out over the enormous mansion.

"MR.JONES!" Josie screamed, clearly drunk "Can I, can WE just say, how great you, how so good you look tonight?! Like, all the girls. Like, all of them! We're talking about you, man! YOU!" She shouted swatting at his shoulder and missing. He smiled, quickly moving to catch the stumbling girl. Josie grabbed onto his arms, stabilizing herself.

She giggled "Thanks Jones, I think I need to find Val. You guys wait here, I'll be right back" She said slapping Betty hard on her bare thigh, leaving a red mark behind. Betty winced at the pain but was feeling a bit tipsy, so the sting quickly subsided.

Jughead could feel Betty's stare on the back of his neck. He turned to meet her gaze. Her green eyes were low, looking at him through long dark lashes.

"It's true you know." She said hooking her heels together, her long legs dangling off the counter top.

"What's true?" He asked, taking a few steps closer to her. The kitchen was now empty, with music and laughter drifting in from the other rooms. Jughead could see out into the yard and saw a few familiar faces in the pool, like Archie and Veronica.

But right now it was like there was a spot light on the one and only, Betty Cooper.

"All the girls talking about you, I don't think they knew what hit them when you walked in here tonight. You look so handsome"

"THEY didn't know, or YOU didn't know?" He asked smirking confidently, bypassing the compliment.

"Well, I know how handsome you are. And seeing you tonight, I just felt powerful and proud"

"Proud?" He asked delighted

"Yeah, You're mine. All those girls are just realizing now, something I've known a long time. You're amazing, Juggie" She states raising an eye brow, She knew exactly what she was doing.

"There's that name again" He growled, to which Betty shrugged.

Now standing in front of her, he nudged her knees apart moving his body in-between. He felt Betty wrap her legs around his waist, hooking her heels together again. Her hands splayed out behind her holding her upper half upright.

"I can stop, if you want" She teased with a fake pout "I know how sensitive you are"

"mm-hmm" He sighed as he looked her up and down, taking in all the beauty that was confidant Betty Cooper.
He reached up and pulled lightly at the string holding her vest closed, it unraveled quickly exposing the top of her soft white bra, her breasts nearly spilling over the cups. Betty's breath caught in her throat as she watched him examine her. It felt like he was studying her, almost like he was logging the way she looked into his mind, for later.

He gently grazed his fingers over the hand print on her skin left behind by her tiny drunk friend "She hit you hard" Jughead whispered sliding his hand up her thigh.

Betty's eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of Jughead's hands on her leg, feeling his other hand copy the motion until both hands were on her ass pulling her forward, forcefully. She gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders.

Their faces now inches apart, Betty closed her eyes, leaning in to kiss him but feels him pull back slightly. Pouting and about snap her eyes open to protest, she feels his breath on her collar bone and falls back onto her hands, tilting her head to expose more of herself to him.

He inhales deeply, breathing in her sweetness. Her blonde locks tickling his face as he placed kisses along the exposed flesh of her neck, and sinking his face into the valley of her breasts. He squeezes her ass then slowly slips his hands back over her thighs and up her stomach to cup her full breasts. Betty moaned in response, rolling her hips into him.

Looking up at the radiant beauty in front of him, he smiles to himself. Seeing Betty enjoy herself was sexier than he ever knew possible. Jughead then rubs his thumbs over her nipples and feels them hardened instantly under his touch. He groans, feeling his jeans grow even tighter. Betty dropped her head back moaning loudly at the sensation, the noise echoing in the large empty kitchen. Surprising herself, she shot up suddenly extremely aware of where they were.

"Umm, Jug...we should go somewhere more...private" she sighed pushing him away slightly by the shoulders.

He loved hearing Betty's breath catch and hitch under his touch, and the quake of her voice as she said his name. Her reactions to him set something inside Jughead on fire. Something all together new to him, something that he wanted to explore, with Betty. And only Betty.

'I'll pretend I didn't hear that' he thought as he continued kissing her soft skin, lightly rolling and pinching her nipples in between his slim fingers, unfazed by their surroundings.

He'd risk anything, including getting caught, for her. Any day of the week. He was still his 'zero fucks given' self after all. Quickly he moved his lips over her nipple, kissing and nipping it through the thin lace of her bra.

"Juggie...." She moaned breathlessly, her lips on his ear "...please...let's go somewhere"

The tone in her voice would not allow him to ignore her plea a second time.