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A Taste Of Love

A Taste of Love

Chapter Two: Bricks and Bats

“Enough about me, what about you?” He said turning the questioning on to her. “Are you with that Martin guy? I thought I told you guys do give me six months and I will be out of here.” Jughead told her sounding slightly angry.

“Wait, Martin knows about you?” Betty questioned reaching back to pull on her ponytail. When he nodded, Betty sighed and looked to the ceiling. “Why didn’t he tell me about? This whole thing could have been avoided,” She said tiredly. She could not wait until this day ended with her in the hottest bath water with a glass of her favorite wine. Betty looked down at Jughead and nodded her head towards the back. “How about we go get some ice for that eye, and I will explain everything to you?” Betty suggested extending a hand out to him.

“I will take you up on that ice,” Jughead said at the nice gesture but refused to take her hand as he struggled to get to his feet and swayed a little once he was standing,

“That is why I offered you my hand,” Betty pointed out to him before walking around him back to the kitchen area.  “Sit down,” She ordered pointing at a stool walking over to the ice chest but not before grabbing a towel from a drawer.

“You know your way around here,” Jughead noted curiously.

“What makes you say that?” She asked him filling the fabric with a scoop of ice

“Because like you I have never seen you around here before and two you haven’t had to ask where a single thing is,” Jughead pointed out. “Like you know where everything is.” He added.

Betty smiled at him when she turned around walking over to him. “It’s because I do and I am guessing you are wondering why?” She asked knowingly stopping just before where he was sitting. Betty had to stop herself come from gulping at the sight of him leaning back with his elbows propped up on the counter. His blue eyes, eyes bluer than a sea, watching every move she made. His gaze made a chill crawl slowly down her spine to the pit of her stomach where it melted into a warm pot of gooey butter. Getting her mind out of the unneeded gutter, Betty focused on placing the ice pack to his face. He winced at the initial contact.  

“I have been wondering from the moment you jumped and hit me,” Jughead answered smartly. “What did you hit me with anyway?” He asked reaching up to take the ice pack from her because she spent way too long in his personal bubble space and it was close to popping.

“A brick,” Betty boasted proudly, and his eyes widen at the revelation.

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Through The Window

Chapter Two is here!

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“You close one door and it opens up to a hallway with so many doors that you don’t know which ones to open,” Jughead sighed before starting on a tangent of all the possibilities that now were laid before them. Betty felt a spark in her veins while she watched Jughead come alive with his words. There was nothing in this world that turned her on like Jughead using his book smarts. Sure, he was hot a hell and he could turn her on with one sweep of his eyes, but when he used his brain it was like she a doused in a fire, and yes he used his brain all the time.  Her eyes zeroed in on his lips watching them move with every word. The world around her seemed to freeze as that small spark turned into a flame consuming her body with a burning need. Jughead lifted his eyes up to hers with concern filling every corner.

“I am so sorry that you had to go through all that,” Jughead told her gently. “If I had known that you were in any danger, I would have come back for you. I even promised you that we are partners for life and I keep-”

“Jughead,” Betty snapped pulling Jughead from the fog of thoughts in his minds. He lifted his blue gaze up to hers and it had her swallowing as her need for his lips became overwhelming and a need she could no longer ignore. “Jughead, I love you and all, but will please shut up and kiss me?” She asked her voice heavy with need, but she didn’t give a damn. She wanted him and Jughead must have heard it because he graced her with a smirk that had her drenching her panties. Betty bit down on her lip to hold back the moan that threatened to escape her throat at the sight of his blue eyes darkening.

Jughead leaned up in the bed moving his hands from her hip to cup her face using his thump to pull that lip of her from her teeth. He pulled her closer only stopping inches away from her lips. He could feel her hot breath mingling with his own. “Is that so?” He murmured against her lips his nose nudging the side of her gently. “Is this what you want?” He whispered hotly sending shivers down her spine.

“Yes.

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The Home I Needed

The only Jughead had to his name was the 50 bucks in his pocket, his car, and his son who was currently asleep in the back seat. Being a seventeen-year-old parent was not easy and it was even harder when you have nowhere to live after his own mother kick him and his son out of the house. With nowhere else to turn, he heads to Riverdale to visit his dad, someone he had spoken to in years, hoping he would help him until he could stand on his own two feet. 

There were only two conditions he had to follow: He had to pick an extracurricular activity and keep his grades up. Jughead finally felt as if he could breathe again well that was until a certain blonde came crashing into his life with those damn green eyes of hers that haunts his dreams at night. But that is impossible right, there was no girl who could ever wreak havoc in his life or his heart again...right?

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The Home I Needed

Chapter 2

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“Of course you can,” Betty hurried over to the couch pulling a few boxes of Christmas decorations off the couch then spread out a throw blanket for him. “You can put him here,” She said pointing to the little bed she made for him. She moved out of the way and watched as Jughead gently laid him down on the couch. Josh stirred a little as he stretched out his little arms before rolling over on his stomach where he settled down as if nothing had happened.

“That is better,” Jughead said rubbing his arms as they were starting to go numb. “He gets heavy after a while.”

Betty chuckled. “It must have been all that food he ate. He went to town on the mac and cheese tonight,” She said sitting down in one of the recliners as Jughead sat down on the floor in front of the couch.

“He loves mac and cheese,” Jughead said looking at Josh. “But I think he was trying to store it for the winter or something because he had it all over his face. I think if I let him he would only eat mac and cheese.”

“That is because Mac and cheese is the food of the Gods,” Betty told him. “How old is he?” She asked curiously.

“Josh turned ten-months-old last week,” Jughead answered. “He turns one in February.”

“What day?” Betty asked him.

“The 19th.”

“Darn,” Betty sighed leaning back in the chair. “I was hoping to have a birthday buddy. Mine is on the 13th No matter, the kid has some serious cool points.” Betty smiled. “Also, I don’t believe that little story you gave me at dinner about him being your brother. There is no way he is your brother.”

Jughead turned to look at her with an eyebrow raise. “How come?” He asked her.

Betty looked at the baby on the couch. “There is no way that you can deny that baby. He looks just like you beauty marks and all, Jug.”

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Chapter Two 

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“That is because Mac and cheese is the food of the Gods,” Betty told him. “How old is he?” She asked curiously.

“Josh turned ten-months-old last week,” Jughead answered. “He turns one in February.”

“What day?” Betty asked him.

“The 19th.”

“Darn,” Betty sighed leaning back in the chair. “I was hoping to have a birthday buddy. Mine is on the 13th. Also, I don’t believe that little story you gave me at dinner about him being your brother. There is no way he is your brother.”

Jughead turned to look at her with an eyebrow raised. “How come?” He asked her.

Betty looked at the baby on the couch. “There is no way that you can deny that baby. He looks just like you beauty marks and all, Jug.”

Jughead started playing with a frayed hole in his jeans. “It doesn’t bother you that I have a kid?” He asked her, shyly.

Betty got out of her seat and sat down next to him the floor. She shook her head. “It doesn’t bother me at all, Jughead.” She answered him softly she watched as his shoulders sag. “Look, I know that you don’t know me, but if you ever need to talk I am always willing to listen.”

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