songfic day 23: (make it feel like it’s the) first time
Jughead and Betty, married, domestic as fuck, keeping the flame alive.
(Inspired by Jessie Ware’s “First Time”.)
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Jellybean had to be told twice that no, the kids were not allowed sugar after 7, no matter how persuasive or adorable they could be. They were their parents’ children, after all - they had Cooper stubbornness and Jones cunning in their blood.
“Go, go,” she said, pushing Betty and Jughead out the door while behind her, 5-year-old Henry triumphantly held up the jar of cookies his parents had taken great pains to hide. Jughead and Betty shared a sidelong glance, as if to say, Well, what can you do?
Jellybean laughed at her nephew before turning back to his parents. “Where are you guys off to for your anniversary, anyway?”
“Umm, I’m not sure,” Betty said, her eyes twinkling at Jughead. “Your brother says it’s a surprise.”
“A surprise?” Jellybean scoffed irreverently. “Is he taking you to Pop’s?”
Jughead narrowed his eyes at her. “I’ll have you know that Pop’s continues to be—“
“A fine exemplar of American nostalgia, yeah, yeah, we know,” she said. “I’m teasing. Seriously, though, guys - have fun. You both deserve a break from these monsters.”
“Hey, we heard that!” cried 7-year-old Eliot, her messy blonde hair bouncing as she sprang up indignantly from her picture book.
“Yeah, we hurv vat,” echoed Henry, whose mouth was full with his second cookie.
Jughead smirked at Jellybean. “Told you. No sugar after 7. Good luck, sister dearest.”
“Oh, come on, she’ll be fine,” Betty said reassuringly. “JB, seriously, thank you so much, and please, call us if they--”
But Jellybean was already shutting the door on them. “I’m not calling you unless they’re injured, on fire, or both. Go! Have fun!”
…
Jughead pulled into a familiar clearing and slowed the car to a stop. “Hey, why’d you tell JB it was a surprise?”
Betty gave him a look as she started shimmying her panties down. “Really? You want me to tell her the truth?”
Jughead stopped her hand. “Whoa, hang on, wait - keep those on. I like moving them to the side.” He started winding the windows up. “And look, what’s wrong with cruising out into the woods to have a little car sex?”
Betty laughed. “You really want me to have that conversation with your sister?”
“Well, fine. No. But there’s nothing inherently wrong with what we’re doing. Keeping the spark alive, and all that shit.” He lowered the back rest. “Alright. Get on me, baby.”
Betty hiked her skirt up and moved to straddle Jughead. A loud beep echoed through the forest, and she giggled. “Oh my god, this is the worst idea. My ass is way too big for this.”
“Hey, none of that, your ass is perfect,” he said, caressing it before giving it a light smack. Her blonde hair grazed his cheek as she gave him a slow, simmering kiss.
This was once familiar territory for them, when they were teenagers. Horny as hell, with no place to go after the bunker was cordoned off as a precaution, they took to driving Betty’s car out into Fox Forest, where they couldn’t be disturbed and were allowed to be as loud and wild as they wanted to. They’d become experts at manoeuvring the narrow space of the driver’s seat. It was Jughead’s idea to go back out for their wedding anniversary - to try and recapture some of that ecstatic, youthful fumbling.
Betty broke off the kiss. “Hey,” she said softly, brushing his dark forelock out of his eyes. “Hello there. I haven’t seen you from up here in a while.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Need I remind you that we fucked just two days ago, and you were also on top?”
“No, I mean here,” she said, laughing. “In the car. I miss this.”
“Oh,” he said. “Me, too.”
Slowly, Betty unbuttoned her blouse, stripping down to the black lace bralette Jughead loved so much. With his thumb, he grazed the small tattoo she got after they got married - a discreet ‘Jones’ in a simple font on her ribcage, underneath the curve of her left breast.
“This wasn’t here the last time we did this,” he said wistfully.
She smiled. “And neither were half your moves.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, is someone complaining?”
“No,” she said, gasping as he reached up to bite softly at her neck, his hand now making quick work of the silken panties underneath her skirt. “Oh, god. Definitely not.”