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Late Nights
“Working late I see?”
Veronica storms through the office, leaving an echo sitting in the air of her expensive heels clipping on cheap linoleum flooring. Jughead drags his eyes from the old typewriter he uses for aesthetics sake and places them on Veronica legs, moving upwards. Veronica’s smile is curt but the sound of the rain against the window makes Jughead’s concentration falter when he’s trying to summons every part of it. Grounding himself in the presence of Veronica Lodge is all that matters in the moment but she’s too observant and too invested in the truths that she’s always been able to skim out under Jughead’s well placed lies.
“I assume you’re here to find out who done it,” Jughead answers, spinning in his chair and faking disinterest, pulse pumping with Veronica here.
“After my father woke up, it was the first thing he asked me. I told him it was Tall Boy.”
“Did he believe you?” he asks, trying to hide concern.
“I think so,” she paused for a moment, dragging her eyes away from me to her bag, “if it’s good enough for my father, it’s good enough for me. The second half of your payment…”
Jughead stands to reach out for the payment that he doesn’t want. He watches Veronica’s hands, trying not to meet her eyes too much but her fingers linger with his a little longer than they should. He can feel the back of his jaw tighten as her smell becomes stronger the closer he gets. He wonders if she’s silk or lace today, the feel of her skin under his nails is so etched in his mind, he can almost feel the expanding of her chest against his when he gets in deep….
She turns away to leave.
Jughead pulls himself out of his mind when he asks; “You don’t want to know who really did it?”
“Forget it, Jughead. It’s Riverdale.”
Veronica walks out and Jughead follows quickly behind her, not wanting her to get away. “Veronica!” he calls.
She turns around and grabs his wrist when he reaches out for her, trapping his pulse under her fingers but he smiles with an easy high smile and relief. He bites his lip as she spins on high heels, fluttering eyelashes while he remembers why he does this and why he does it for her . But she pulls him close by his belt around his hips and pulls his suspenders to bring him down to her. “You're driving me crazy already, baby,” he whispers in her ear. “Are you trying to kill me?” he smooths hands up the back of her thighs but she reaches behind herself and grabs his wrists again.
“You don’t think I’ll let you in that easy, do you Jughead?” she frowns against him, tiptoeing to taste his lips.
“This is why I fucking hate Riverdale,” he murmurs against her.
He lets her walk away because she wasn’t his girl and Riverdale wouldn’t let her be.
La Bonne Nuit needed security and that was what Jughead was.
Veronica met him at the door. Four in the morning was noisier for them than others and that was the way Jughead enjoyed it. “I don’t need you tonight, Jughead,” she sang with sleep in her voice and malice singing through it.
“You don’t know how much I need this,” he says, holding back the urgency in his tone, drinking it down. He steps from desperate foot to foot with his hands in the pockets of his jeans and his needy cigarettes next to his itching hands. Hands that were begging to be on her. “Come on, baby, it’s been a hard couple of days... Your Mom... your Dad..." he sighs, "I don't know, but it's getting to me."
She tries to slam the door in Jughead’s face but she doesn’t try hard enough, telling Jughead that maybe she needs him just as much as he needs her. “I gave you your payment.”
Jughead groans with his hands in his hair before shutting the door to La Bonne Nuit, flicking the locks before he turns to chase her. “You know I’m not here for that…” She stares at him and he sits on words, unsure of what to say but he feels venom in his glands and a rattling in his back because even though she doesn't say it in so many words, Jughead knows that Veronica feels the same darkness in her soul that’s in his fucking soul. He swallows loudly and clears his throat, he wonders briefly if he can change, and then suddenly, he wonders nothing at all. “You're mad at me.”
She sits with her legs crossed on her makeshift bed. “You’re working side by side with Betty.”
“Last I knew you had Archie in one hand and Reggie in the other," he shrugs back.
She rolls her eyes and sighs loudly before Jughead falls to his knees, crawling towards her. “I still need you, you know that right?” Veronica bites her lip and it makes Jughead smile, running his tongue over his teeth. He gets to Veronica’s legs and kisses both insides of her knees. “I can tell you know I need you.”
He moves his hands up her legs and to the insides of her thighs, touching her softly, feeling her after five long days without her. Veronica tries to shut her legs, faking annoyance and turning away but she lifts her hips higher with Jughead’s hand locked between her. She looks Jughead in the eye when she says; “I’m still annoyed, Jones.” Her eyes cold in the way she looks at him but anything was good enough for Jughead if it means she’s with him.
"I know," he agrees, standing up to get up onto the makeshift bed before pushing her to lay down.
Jughead works quickly as he pulls down the silk between her thighs, he feels everything when he runs his hand up and down between her, slowing his heart, letting her soak in to him. I’m finally home , he thinks to himself, closing his eyes. Five days is too long when she’s not with him and her nails aren’t digging into his back.
There was something so intoxicating about Veronica to Jughead. Her entire body was luring and called out to Jughead, pulling every single part of his body and bloodstream towards her. Her hips were fleshy for him to hold, the way she rolled on his body and arched her back in just a way that his hands sat perfectly on her drove him wild. “I wish we were like this all the time, V.”
She smiles back but it’s guarded and cold. The truth fucking hurts, he thinks to himself. When it’s her and I, when we’re touching. When we’re not fucked up and hiding.
“We’ll get there one day,” she lies. Jughead knows it because they don’t know when that might be but it’s enough to humour Jughead and he listens. We do this because there’s love here, he convinces himself. It’s deeper than our bones.
He touches her centre and his fingers slide in so easily, it makes Jughead shudder, closing his eyes to steady himself. Veronica fakes innocence when she smiles shyly and keeps her lip between her teeth.
Jughead knows that this is the way it has to be because there love is stolen and secret, bone tearing and skin burning but that’s what they signed up for. Maybe we’re not strong enough to leave , he thinks as he runs his thumb over Veronica’s clit, watching her hips move with his strokes.
This is what we need, he reminds himself. Desperate fucking need.
He leans forward with his hand still resting in her, rubbing her slowly, letting her moan against him when he reaches up for a kiss, softly first. Harsh fucking bites of her lips that he loves so much. Her soft sighs are the most beautiful sound to Jughead and he’d listen to it all day if she was all his. He’s so hard for her but keeps focused on her a little longer.
Veronica keeps her eyes open when she pulls Jughead closer to him, sucking in his tongue and dragging her fingers down his arm, forcing him to keep pressure on her clit. He takes his hand off her only for a moment to pull her satin shirt off and then her bra, sitting back, he admires her entire body.
He licks his lips before biting down on her neck, kissing his way down to her chest and taking a nipple in his mouth. He runs his tongue over it and uses his fingers on the other one when Veronica sighs his name.
“I love you, Veronica, you know that, right?”
“I love you too,” she whispers back.
Using his knees, Jughead spreads her wider. He sits back again to admire the swell of her hips and the rise and fall of her breasts when she’s laying in front of him. She takes every fucking bit of my breath away , he remembers.
He reaches out again to draw circles on her clit and again, she arches closer to Jughead’s hand, biting down to steady herself so he slows down, watching her beg for more without words.
Jughead kisses his way down Veronica’s body, resting his tongue on the dips of her hips and tasting the gap between her pussy and thigh with teeth dragging on her skin. Finally , he thinks before sinking his face into her pussy, tasting her.
Veronica’s thighs press tightly around his head and she clings onto his hair, pulling him closer to her while his tongue works on her, “Fuck, Jughead,” she moans, “Harder!”
Jughead smiles against her, not needing to be told twice and he flicks his tongue faster, sucking in her flesh at the same time.
“Fuck, right there!” she begs.
Jughead knows that Veronica has to be in control but this time, he was taking over. Her words play in his mind as he considers turning her around and fucking her from behind, satisfying every desperate fucking need he has.
Or loving her softly, with his eyes on her eyes and her soft touch on his face.
He works harder, tasting her more, tasting her harder . When he flicks her clit faster and faster, she loses it under him, shaking with her thighs around his head.
Veronica’s body shakes with heavy breaths, chest heaving while trying to catch her breath. Jughead makes his way up her body, dotting kisses on both nipples, tongue smoothing up her neck and to her jaw, ready to kiss her lips.
With her voice shaking she says; “Don’t kiss me.”
Jughead jerks back to look at her. “You don’t want a taste?” a smug smirk playing on him.
“No,” she says, moving him away.
“You love yourself too much to not enjoy yourself, Princess,” he teases, rolling his eyes before placing kisses on her neck again.
Her distaste was not matched with the movements of her body, she arches closer with every one of Jughead’s touches, bucking closer to him as he touches gently her smooth pussy.
Jughead licks Veronica’s jaw, biting at her. He places his tongue on her lips and she bites back. “Don’t piss me off,” she hums.
He smiles against her. “Tell me that you don’t love yourself and I’ll leave you alone.”
“I won’t lie like that,” she says, opening her legs further again.
Jughead licks her lips, this time lingering a little longer to see what she would do. Veronica accepts the challenge and lets his tongue into her mouth which makes Jughead weak. She’s so sexy, he thinks.
He reaches down to her pussy, growing weak from controlling himself. His fingers circle her clit again and she moves against him, sensitivity overriding her. He pulls them out slowly, tasting his fingers before offering them to Veronica. “You’re my favourite treat, baby,” he reminds her.
Veronica takes his fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them making Jughead’s chest feel tight and his whole body tense in frustration. He wastes no time in pulling out his belt, snapping it in the air and pulling the rest of his clothes off.
“Fuck me,” Veronica orders.
Jughead gets on his knees between her, putting in his fingers slowly, pulling them out quickly. He returns them to her mouth, watching Veronica taste herself as he slowly eases his cock into her, feeling her warmth around him and throwing his head back while she keeps licking his fingers. She so wet , he thinks, letting the noise of her moans wash over him.
“Faster,” she orders again.
Jughead doesn’t remember the last time he was so turned on. The faster he moves, the faster her tongue laps over his fingers but he refuses to look from the realisation that he might not last long. “Veronica…” he says, pounding.
“More,” she begs, fingers digging into his thighs, “give me more.”
“You want more?” he asks, “You want to taste yourself?”
She nods with a smug smirk on her face and it turns Jughead on even more. But she points in between her, “Give me that.”
Jughead’s voice hitched while he pulls out of her slowly, he's dripping wet from her, crawling up her body, placing his hard cock by her soft lips. Her mouth eases as she takes all of him in between her lips, sucking the tip at first before moving further down. Jughead couldn’t believe how sexy she looks with him in her mouth and her eyes don't leave his when she licks him underneath before pulling away, smacking her lips and saying; “More.”
He moves back down her body, biting both her nipples and slipping back inside her, thrusting harder. Veronica clings onto him harder when he pounds into her, holding her knees back and down, spreading her so wide. She holds her breath, only letting go to gasp, “Come for me, baby,” he says.
“Get up here,” she commands, barely audible but Jughead pulls out, a shake runs through him from holding back and not letting go inside her. He offers his cock again that this time, she takes greedily. Sucking all of him, pumping him with her hand.
Jughead doesn’t breathe, “Fuck, Veronica, I’m gonna…”
She stops abruptly. “Move.”
Veronica pushes him away and Jughead goes back down to her pussy; legs spread and ready for him to go back in. He thrusts harder and faster, feeling Veronica clench around him as she scratches at his skin. “Jug, I’m coming,” she says, moving her hips against him and rubbing her clit at the same time.
She lets go with an exhale and a pause. Jughead can feel her pulsing around him, he grabs on to her knees and slams against her, watching her hand run slow circles on her clit. “Fuck,” Jughead says in a breath, leaning down to kiss her lips but Veronica clenches on tighter around him, riding Jughead’s release.
He collapses on Veronica with his lips still on her. She lets go of a strained sigh with her hair splayed around her that Jughead tucks behind her ear. He looks at her flushed skin and dazed smile that he kisses three times in a row. Swollen lips, bites on her chest, red slapped thighs. “You look so peaceful,” he tells her.
“You look like you’re mine,” she replies.
This was the way it always was. Desperation mixed with the looming feeling that they’ll never be close enough. Not knowing how long it was going to be until they got to be together again so the sex with always laced with a hit of malice and uncertainty.
It was so wrong. So wrong that it felt so right. Natural was never something he had experienced but forced, strained and pressured is what he liked and she was every single type of wrong, he felt like fluid when he was with her. Fluid, water, fucking blood dripping when he was with her. He didn't want sugary sweet and hummingbirds. He was red hot flames and spitfire words when she whispers all sorts of poison in his ears. She was tightening his noose and she kicked the block from under him. He succumbed to her willingly. He wanted to scratch at the dirt on his hands and knees for her, anything to please her. Get her lost, make her forget the prim and proper. He wanted her to get back to the root of herself - she was just as messed up messy as he is. He ripped pearls from her neck with his teeth.
They lie in the mess of the sheets, the mess of the being together and the mess of the day approaching. “I don’t want to start another day,” Veronica whispers against Jughead.
“Neither,” he agrees, tracing patterns on her skin.
“Working late again tonight?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.
Jughead sniggers. “Two late nights in a row?” he asks. “Won’t people ask questions?”
“Forget it, Jughead,” she mutters against his lips, straddling him with her teeth dragging. “It’s Riverdale," Veronica smiles to the rising sun as it washes over them but even with the blood in Jughead veins slowing and the thump, thump, thumping in his temples letting up, he smiles with a calmness in his soul when he thinks about seeing her again tonight.