Lost (in Your Emerald Eyes)

T H I R T Y - T W O

So this chapter is basically just sex (I refuse to call it "smut" because the word sounds kinda dirty for me and even though it is a bit kinky, it's sensual sex, not "smut"). Anyway, I'd say that if you're not into that, skip the chapter, but it also reveals quite a few qualities about both Betty and Jughead, so I wouldn't.

Oh, also... This chapter is almost 5K words, so enjoy, fellow kinky bastards.

☆☆☆

It was already pitch-dark outside when Jughead knocked on Betty's door.

He waited for a few minutes until the girl swung it open with an apologetic face. "Sorry, I was..."

"...late, a meeting..."

"...couldn't find the towel..."

"...go to the trailer..."

"...clothes..."

"Sorry," they both finished together, and after a second of silence chuckled together.

"Hi," Betty started over, waving awkwardly.

"Hi," Jughead grinned and stepped inside, arm wrapping around her waist as he closed the door behind himself. Without further ado, he pressed his lips against hers, both of them melting into the kiss.

After a few moments of standing there, lips moving in unison, they pulled away, eyes closed and foreheads rested together. With a smile lingering on Betty's lips, she whispered another, "Hi."

"Hello," Jughead mumbled and pecked her lips, once, twice, and once more, before stepping away and taking a look at her.

Her hair was dripping wet, making the white t-shirt she was wearing damp as well, and leaving little imagination about the bra that was under. The shirt was tucked into a black button-up jean skirt that went well with the no-makeup look she was sporting.

With a smirk, Jughead met her eyes again. "You dressed up for me."

The fact that he seemed to state it and not ask was what made Betty roll her eyes. "I did not."

With a slight chuckle, Jughead's arms went back around her torso, pulling her against him, and the boy tilted his head downward, kissing her forehead. "You dressed up for me," he whispered.

Betty bit her lip, resting against his shoulder. "I didn't dress up, I just didn't want to wear my usual sweats."

"You don't own sweats."

With her eyes narrowing, she pushed him away a bit and turned around, walking away. Jughead chuckled, looking after her, and pushed off his shoes, leaving them by the door. The skirt of hers ended mid-thigh and he couldn't help but smirk at the way his hand could slide right under it.

"I made you dinner," the girl said when she heard his steps coming toward her in the kitchen.

"Smells amazing."

With a small chuckle, she nodded. "Take a seat."

Jughead did as requested and rested his chin in his hand, admiring her long legs, the visible bra clasping together under the shirt, and the way her hair fell onto her back, loosely.

She seemed relaxed as she turned around, placing a plate in front of him and a bowl on her side of the table, sitting right across from him.

Jughead eyed the ingredients on both of their plates, a huge grin taking over. "You made me a burger?"

"And wedges," she nodded with a smile. There was also a side of salad on his plate that looked surprisingly good, and when he looked over at hers, he couldn't help but smile again.