I’m posting this, unbeta’d and surely full of mistakes, before I back down. I was having a bad day and decided to treat myself to comfort!Bughead, we need more of those.
Jughead Jones precariously balances the bags from the supermarket in his hand while using the other to open the door to his apartment, almost throwing them when he crosses the doorstep. His eyes instantly survey the living room looking for a glimpse of blonde hair but finding it empty.
Leaving the bags on the counter, he gets his phone out of his back pocket.
Betty should be home by now, he thinks, frowning a little but he sets to put everything in place. He absentmindedly smiles at the photo of them on the fridge. It’s from their last day of high school, both sitting in a booth at Pop’s, smiling to each other. Veronica had taking that picture, cooing at them as she leaned on Archie’s chest.
“Aren’t they cute?” she asked Archie, bringing their attention back to her.
“We’re cuter.” Archie said nonchalantly, looking down at her.
“Well, duh, but they’re a close second.” Veronica agreed, making them all laugh.
Shaking himself out of his reverie, he finishes putting the food away and moves to the couch. There, lying on the coffee table that Betty had begged to get, was her phone. Jughead frowns, distantly remembering texting her in the morning so she must be somewhere around the apartment.
He’s on his way to the bedroom to see if she decided to take a quick nap when he sees the light coming from the bathroom, the door ajar.
Jughead’s heart does a funny flip when he sees her. Closed eyes, leaning her head back on the border of the bath as she breathes deeply, her body visible thought the bubbles on the surface.
“Betts?” He calls her softly. Green eyes look back at him now, a little startled at first as if she’s just waking up before softening.
“Hey, Jug.” Her voice is a bit hoarse and small, like it gets after she’s been crying which makes him immediately step into the room.
“Hey you…” he says, now kneeling next to the bathtub. At eye level and this close to her, he can see her eyes are a little red-rimmed. “Are you alright?”
“I’m okay… just a rough day.” A single tear escapes and Jughead immediately reaches to wipe it off, frowning.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asks, cupping her cheek as she leans onto his touch.
“Not really…” She says, softly and never taking her eyes off him. He nods, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. He moves to stand up a little reluctantly at leaving her like this but Betty loves to take long baths after a long day.
“I’ll leave you to your bath, then. I’ll be in the living room.” he says.
A hand reaches for his as soon as he’s on his feet.
“No, don’t leave.” Her voice above a whisper, begging him with her eyes. He feels a tug at his chest as he kneels again, a magnetic force pulling him to her. “You know why I love this tub?” she asks, throwing him a bit out of the loop.
“Why?” he complies.
“Because it’s big enough for two.” She replies, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips, making him smirk in answer.
This time when he stands up she lets him go, leaning forward and hugging her knees, watching him expectantly.
Jughead sheds his clothes with an ease found only after being in a loving relationship with Betty, knowing he was safe with or without layers between them.
Leaving his clothes carelessly on the floor, he steps into the bathtub, sitting behind her and sighing contently when Betty leans against him. His body is suddenly both cool and on fire, the contact with her skin delicious.
Betty hums as he hugs her from behind, bringing her even closer to him. Her eyes are closed as he turns to the side, nosing at the crook of her neck before making a path of kisses from her throat to her cheek and back down again.
“I could get used to all my bad days ending like this.” She says drowsily, suddenly intoxicated by him as he is with her.
“I would agree but I don’t like you having bad days.” He mumbles against her skin, sighing happily, feeling her muscles relax further, melting.
Betty looks back at him, leaning her head on his shoulder and kisses his jaw lightly. “We all have bad days, but I know I’ll get home to you after them so really… they’re not that bad.” A real smile blooms on both their faces. Jughead leans forward and kisses her, his hand cradling her neck.
“I love you” he says, their lips touching. “I’d say I’ll kick whoever gave you a hard time, really, but you’re much scarier.”
Betty purses her lips in a jest, eyes shining with mirth. “True. You’re just a big softy underneath the badass exterior.” She chuckles at Jughead’s scoff.
“Jesus… Our kids will find that weakness and exploit it. They’re totally going to take advantage and gang up on me.” He says, looking over her shoulder at nowhere in particular before his own words catch up with him and he looks down at her with his eyes a bit panicked. Betty is simply looking at him in wonder, her eyes filled with love and a smile on her face. Jughead lets out a breath, relaxing under her gaze.
They haven’t touched the subject of kids more than the “Do you want kids?” question and he knows they’re too young. On their final year of college, not even engaged yet. But Jughead knows she is it. There is no one who could ever come close to what she means to him, no one he’d rather spend his life and go thought all those stages with. The future is no longer full of uncertainty for him, knowing she’ll be by his side. It makes him feel like he could handle anything as long as Betty’s hand was holding his.
Betty moves slowly, coming to straddle him, her hands on both sides of his neck. Jughead’s eyes dip low for a second focusing on her bare breasts before returning to her face.
“You will make a great dad someday, Juggie.” She says. His feels a powerful tug in his chest, warm all over. “And I’ll be there to stop you from giving them burgers and milkshakes at too young an age.”
Jughead gapes in fake outrage. “Two is a perfectly good age to start educating them on the culinary delicacies that are a burger and a milkshake.” He leans forward, gently biting her collarbone. “Prepare to be the bad cop, Cooper.” Betty laughs, making him smile at her.
“As long as I’m with you, Jug… I’m sure it’ll be okay.” She says, closing the distance between their lips in a hungry kiss. “I wouldn’t mind playing the bad cop with you, either.” Betty bites her lips, her eyes going a little dark as her words linger in the air making him more aware of the closeness of their bodies.
“Oh, yeah?” he asks into her mouth, their lips touching enough she can feel him talking. “What are you gonna do, Cooper? Start giving me suggestions like you do with my writing?” he smirks and Betty snorts, her head falling back as she laughs, the hunger being replaced by happiness in her eyes.
“Here’s a suggestion for you, Jones… shup up and kiss me.”
And well… He’d take her up on that one.