Be Lonely With Me - Chapter Nine (Bughead AU)
Summary: A young single mother and a successful author meet at a creative writing class in New York. Betty is trying to get the education that she had to sacrifice to bring up her daughter and Jughead has run out of inspiration for his new novel. Can they help each other?
A/N: Okay thank you to my wonderful beta @allthingsbughead you’re a real queen girl <3
Warnings: SMUT!! There are references to sexual assault in this chapter so if that triggers anyone then please don’t read! No flashbacks, just dialogue.
Jughead peered out of the window of the taxi, staring at all the Christmas lights and decorations that adorned the streets of New York. The shop displays were incredible, as they were every year, and the snow whirled down from the dark night sky relentlessly, piling up on the rooftops and pavements. Jughead had missed the snow, he hated how warm it was in LA all year round.
The last week in LA had been almost painful. He had to attend repetitive interviews and sign his signature in so many books that he had started to hate his own handwriting. He had never particularly liked the public side to his career. But above all, he missed Betty. Over the last few days he had become positively gloomy, resulting in numerous scoldings from Toni who insisted it was impossible to miss someone so much after only knowing them for such a short time. He didn’t understand it himself. Jughead had had a couple of girlfriends before but nobody that he had actually missed, they didn’t make his heart race.
His heart was racing now. In a matter of minutes the taxi would pull up outside Betty’s apartment block and she would be in his arms again, infusing his senses with her vanilla scent and making his heart melt with one look into her sparkling green eyes. He missed Josie too. He didn’t realise how much he had grown to love the little girl until he was in LA and not listening to her constant babble. He had been to a four floor Disney store with Toni when they had some time off and together they had bought the little princess everything she deserved for Christmas. He knew that Betty would tell him off for spoiling her but he didn’t care. All the work over the last couple of weeks had earned him a massive pay cheque - more than he had ever dreamed he would receive - and he intended to spoil everyone he cared about this Christmas.
“This the right place?” the driver asked.
“Yes, thank you” Jughead replied.
The taxi stopped outside Betty’s apartment block, he could see the warm glow of the living room lights through the apartment’s window, and Jughead quickly paid the driver with a generous tip and hauled his bags out of the back of the car. He hadn’t even bothered to drop by his own place first and get rid of his luggage. He was staying the night at Betty’s anyway so he figured he might need some of his stuff.
The elevator ride seemed to go on for hours and Jughead silently cursed the old building, unable to understand why Betty was so attached to it, but eventually it reached her floor and he pulled his suitcase out onto the corridor. He usually turned up at Betty’s doorstep with flowers, but he had come straight from the airport so he had failed on that front, but he had sent her a bunch of roses to be delivered to her apartment last week. Unfortunately, it didn’t have the desired effect as she ended up video calling him in tears because she missed him so much.
Jughead ran his hand through his mop of dark curls, securing his grey crown beanie on his head, and rang the doorbell. His heart skipping a beat when he heard Betty’s footsteps on the other side, and his breath left his body when she opened the door.
She looked perfect. Jughead knew that she hated that word but there was no other way to describe her, the camera on her phone didn’t do her justice. Betty was wearing a simple white vest-top that clung appealingly to the curve of her breasts and a pair of black high-waisted leggings. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun and her green eyes were framed with a thin layer of mascara.
“Betty Cooper, you are a sight for sore eyes” Jughead said, his face breaking into a boyish grin. Her eyes lit up and she smiled back, closing the minimal space between them as she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him close, Jughead wound his arms around her slim waist and kissed her bare shoulder softly. He felt her shudder at the contact.
“I missed you so much, Juggie” she murmured against his neck, her breath tickling his skin.
“I missed you too, love” he replied. She pulled back, just enough so that she could see his face, and pressed her soft lips against his. It was gentle at first, her lips just brushing against his as her delicate fingers caressed his sharp cheekbones, but she let out a quiet moan as his fingers danced along her spine that melted Jughead’s self-control.