Luck Has Nothing to Do With It
Summary: Or rather 5 times Betty and Jughead kissed and the 1 time they meant it. Part 1 of 6.
He knew something was askew.
He should have known something bad was bound to happen especially since everything had been going so right.
They both should have known, they were never this lucky.
Glancing over at his partner-in-crime, his very own Sherlock, she looked just as panicked as he felt as they both watched the computer monitor showing two security guards heading towards their direction.
To add the cherry on top, both him and Betty broke into the mall’s security office that just happened to be at the last door at the end of a very long hall that had no exits. None. They would have to pass by said security guards with their stolen tape and hope to not be arrested.
Great. Just Great.
All this trouble to follow a potential lead in Jason Blossom's case where a student had told the duo that he had saw Jason at the mall the next town over buying a bunch of camping supplies on July 3rd. After their most recent discovery of finding the car Jason stashed on route 401, it made sense why. However, with the car being set on fire and everything burned inside, there was no actual evidence left to examine. They had both thought that if they found some tape or recording, it would establish some timeline and maybe show if anyone was tailing Jason.
With that theory in mind, they decided to casually break in to the mall security office. It seemed like a good idea at the time. The door was even left unlocked with no one inside, like what a coincidence? Initially they went there to scoot the place out and come up with some plan to break inside, but what was the point in waiting when someone just carelessly left the door wide open. Of course they were going to take it.
Now they were left with no plan and no escape.
“Juggy?” Called Betty’s voice softly as he slipped the footage DVD into his back pocket.
“Please don’t tell me orange is my colour and that I would look good in a prison jumpsuit because that seems like the only thing either of us will be wearing anytime soon.” He replied, voice laced heavily in sarcasm.
He could see from the corner of his eye how Betty rolled her eye playfully before shoving him outside of the room, much to his surprise. She was definitely stronger than she looked and was the strength kind of doing it for him or was it the way she was looking at him so softly?
God, he was fucked.
“Do you trust me?”
Blinking a few times, he nodded. He trusted her with his life.
“They’re about to turn the corner,” Betty began as she made sure the office door was closed before turning back to him and staring deep into his soul with those green eyes. “Just…just play along, okay?” He nodded.
Next thing he knew her mouth was on his and the taste of strawberry was filling his mouth. He could feel her arms wrap around his neck as one of his hands cupped her cheek and the other wrapping around her waist. She was persistent and she was definitely consuming him from the inside out. This was different from their first kiss — when he kissed her, it wasn’t soft or gentle. There was a sense of urgency and heat being conveyed between them. He wanted more. He craved it.
He could barely contain himself as her hand knotted in his shirt and then she was sucking his bottom lip into her mouth — and where did she learn to do that from? God, if Mama Cooper knew that her perfect daughter was so sinful and decadent, she’d send Betty far far away.
The hedonist in him was truly loving this side of her—
“Hey! What are you two doing down here? This is a restricted area.” And suddenly her lips were gone and he was sure he was drained of any colour.
“I’m sorry sir!” Betty begin in a terrible attempt at doing a Southern accent. “We were just looking for the bathroom. We’re not from here and, well, we just got caught up in each other.”
He watched quietly as one of the security guard just rolled his eyes. “Wrong hallway. You should have turned left, not right.”
“Thank you so much!” Betty exclaimed with so much enthusiasm that Jughead was shocked she could even muster that much. “C’mon honey!"
Letting himself being pulled by the blonde, he could overhear the second security guard mutter something about “young love” as the other replied with a “horny teens”.
Quickly collecting his thoughts, he continued to hold Betty’s hand as they walked out of the mall together.
“So…” he began, unaware whether or not to mention the kiss. “The Southern accent?” He asked in an amused tone.
“Shut up. You clearly weren’t going to say anything after you looked so dazzled by my kiss.” She teased and he could visible feel himself relax.