It's Like Thunder, Lightning, The Way You Love Me Is...

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/30965459.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/M
Fandom: Riverdale (TV 2017), Archie Comics, Archie Comics & Related
Fandoms
Relationship: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper & Jughead Jones
Character: Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Childhood Friends, Small Towns, Sneaking
Around, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Smut, Shameless Smut, Fluff
and Smut, Tumblr Prompt, Pop Tate's Chocklit Shoppe, Drabble
Series: Part 8 of What's Past is Prologue
Collections: 9th Bughead Fanfiction Awards - Nominees
Stats: Published: 2021-04-28 Words: 1652

It's Like Thunder, Lightning, The Way You Love Me Is...

by ShirlyGallagher

Summary

Betty and Jughead take advantage of a little alone time, no matter how close they might be
to getting caught...

Notes

See the end of the work for notes

Wednesday nights were always quiet at Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe, and even more so after 11 pm.
Aside from their table and the lone counter attendant the place was utterly deserted.

In between serving customers Theo always sat behind the bar top and quietly busied himself on his
phone, or kept his face buried in some obscure fantasy novel and tonight was no exception. The
quiet yet heavy drumline of some rock music drifted into the dining area from the kitchen, a stark
difference to the bubblegum vintage beats that the jukebox played at random.

That night, as usual, Jughead and Betty sat side by side in their favourite booth, both absorbed in
their writing, and each other's company. Jughead typed away on his laptop, fingertips clicking
quickly at the keypad. Betty sat impossibly close, her crossed leg tucked under the back of his calf,
scribbling away in her notebook. She thumbed through pages of research material, stopping to
chew on the end of her pen in thought.

They had spent the stormy day chasing leads for the Blue and Gold, a chase that took them all over
Riverdale and across the river to Greendale. They were able to gather the information needed,
compiling their next story on the vinyl tabletop at Pop's, the volitive weather still swirling outside.
The dry reprieve of Pop's air conditioner provided an evening oasis, complete with solitude and
milkshakes.

Jughead squinted at his screen, the characters beginning to blur as he went over newly written
paragraphs, his long fingers drumming against the thick plastic of his laptop. He stopped
drumming abruptly and sat back, stretching his back out before dragging his palms down his face
in a huff.

"It's all starting to blur together." He complained as thunder rolled in the distance.

Betty dropped her pen into her notebook and flipped the pages shut, "Let's take a break then."

Jughead took a few stale french fries and popped them into his mouth, scowling as he chewed, "We
should get you home before curfew anyway." He reasoned.

Betty responded with a shrug.

She was beyond over Alice and her rules. The closer graduation loomed the less she cared for the
reactions and restrictions from her mother. He raised an eyebrow and turned his body towards her,
surprised by her flippant reaction to an otherwise formidable problem.

"What's the worst she can do at this point?" Betty asked dismissively.

Jughead's eyes went wide, "Don't say that. I'm sure she could find something diabolical." He
complained.

"We have to practically sneak around to get any alone time already."

She was right. Of course.

They did have to spend most of their free time searching for reliable places to be alone. Most of
their regular haunts were public, brightly lit or otherwise and neither of them had the privilege of a
vacant house or absent and neglectful parents. Theirs was a romance full of hushed voices at night,
of sneaking through windows, of late night and early morning alarm clocks, and romps in
Jughead's truck. And though FP was far more understanding he and Alice both made sure to
interrupt their kids at home seemingly whenever was most inconvenient. But their pair caught
wise. Betty and Jughead were able to get creative, they found alternatives and took advantage of
whatever solace they could find, whenever possible.

"We're alone now," Jughead said softly.

Betty glanced his way and their eyes locked. For a moment neither of them moved, each no doubt
calculating the logistics. The air grew heavy with opportunity, and Jughead took his chance. He
moved with a smooth determination, a newly unlocked confidence, something he was getting
devilishly good at.

She flushed red, "Jug..."

"Yea?" He replied albeit absently.

His thumb circled the soft inside skin of her knee. The smooth feeling reminding him of every inch
of her body, inches he had kissed and traced, expanses his hand had travelled and touched, limbs
and appendages he so wished to have wrapped around him now. Jughead's breathing slowed as he
focused and with eyes cast low he trained his attention on the object of his most primal desires.
Her.
Betty glanced down to his hand atop her thigh, her breath catching as he inched ever so slightly
higher. She swallowed thickly, her voice betraying her and coming out smaller than intended,
"Your hand."

He drew back just a breath, "Do you want me to stop?" He asked earnestly.

She smirked and quickly scanned their surroundings. Theo was otherwise occupied, and there was
no one else in the diner to care. Thunder rolled in the distance again, the far-off horizon catching a
flash of bright lightning. She took a deep breath before looking back to her boyfriend and shanking
her head 'no'.

Jughead huffed out a dark laugh and kept sneaking his hand up under the light billows of her knee-
length sundress. An exhilarated thrill shot up her spine as his calculated movements inched along
at a teasing pace. He shuffled himself in closer to her, his free hand sweeping the blonde waves off
her shoulder, exposing the long column of her neck.

Betty's eyes fluttered closed at the delicate sensation and she tilted her head to grant him easier
access, sighing softly when his fingers gently gripped the other side of her neck. He drew her
closer still, kissed her neck and traced the shell of her ear with his lips making her shutter and melt
against his body. Without thought her knees fell apart for him, his hand now moments away from
connecting with her revered location.

As the anticipation loomed he cupped her through her panties, sighing heavily when he felt her
soaked through the soft warm fabric. She whined a bit too loudly for his liking, given their very
public surroundings, but still, Jughead couldn't help himself and began to knead his palm and
fingers against her sex. He kissed across her jawline and traced his tongue around the shell of her
ear, earning him another whiny moan. Betty turned her heady stare to meet his own and with
Jughead's hand still buried between her thighs she caught him in a filthy kiss, one that left him
squirming in a vain attempt at rearranging his growing hard-on. While their tongues coiled
smoothly together, Betty spread her legs further, allowing and encouraging him to dive in deeper.
He didn't need to be told twice and with his lips still moving languidly with hers he slipped his
fingers under her the elastic of her panties. He traced her dewy slit, dragging his long fingers
through her wet center on route to her peak. When he finally made full contact between her folds
Betty jerked up with a gasp and hit her knees on the underside of their table. Her face twisted and
she whimpered in pain causing Jughead to freeze. Keeping his hands perfectly still he peered over
the back of their booth, scanning again. Theo had barely glanced up, and the diner was still empty.

"You're going to have to be quiet," Jughead told her as he began to circle the delicate bundle of
nerves at the crest of her lower lips.

Betty nodded franticly and he felt her sink to him, her head lulling and dropping back against his
arm as he languidly touched her most intimate parts. She was so wet, so willing, so impeccable.
Jughead picked up his pace and Betty let out another soft moan, her pleasure near to bubbling over.
His desire for her pushed hard against the zipper of his pants, the restriction almost unbearable, a
nearly all-consuming sensation. But just as he thought he wasn't going to survive Betty's hand
brushed over his lap. He lifted to her touch and at the awkward angle, Betty began to rub him, as
best she could, through his thick fabric confines. The touch wasn't enough, not nearly, but it felt
amazing all the same and he silenced a moan of his own with another drawn-out kiss.

"You'll get us caught." His voice came out in a harsh whisper as their lips parted.

"Me?" She whispered as she ground herself against his hand, fully chasing her own pleasure now,
"You started it."
 "I did. I don't hear you complaining." Jughead replied.

With half a smirk Betty's mouth fell agape as Jughead doubled down his speed and pressure. She
was done for, and they both knew it. He pulled their bodies closer when he felt her thighs begin to
quake, breathing in the sweet scent of her neck and hair as he worked her over. She gripped his
wrist as her climax claimed her, the sensation rushing through her like a bolt of lightning from tips
to toes. Her jaw clenched and limbs stiffened and were it not for his lips on hers at just the right
moment, she was sure she would have groaned loudly through the static waves of her own
enjoyment.

Watching and feeling Betty come apart was a newly discovered joy he didn't know his life was
missing until now. But now it was a silent mission he took on happily; to get her off as often as
possible.

Smug and a little breathless as well he rebuffed, "Seems like I finished it too."

She turned blindly and kissed his stupid, brazen, smug face knowing full well how sloppy and
uncoordinated she was just then. He didn't seem to mind though, returning her kiss with equal
vigour, his hand still gently rubbing her through the aftershocks of her release.

Once they both regained a normal heart rate and had straightened out their respective clothing
Betty kissed him on the cheek and began to gather up their things, "We're leaving." She told him.

"Now?"

Betty's own hand swept up his thigh, the backs of her fingertips deliberately grazing the thick bulge
concealed by his jeans, "Tonight calls for a bit more sneaking around."

End Notes

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