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Rebound Love	By : sandyl666 Category: Comics > Archie & Co. Views: 13319 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The comics Archie and Co, with its plot, characters, setting, etc does not belong to me. I guess they belong to John L. Goldwater, and a few others but I'm unsure. I make nothing by writing this fiction, and I don't plan to.

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Chapter 10

A week had elapsed since the reunion dinner. The drinking game between Reggie and Betty, in which they took alcohol every time they saw Ron and Archie touching, had escalated to the sex game. Every time they saw them being affectionate, they had sex. Well... that wasn't true. If anyone so much as mentioned the wedding, or even just the word wedding, they had sex.
Admittedly, even when they weren't watching Ron and Archie being lovey dovey – as the couple were busy planning their wedding, and neither Betty nor Reggie were with them all the time – they still had sex. Mostly in Betty's hotel suite. Betty avoided walking as much as she could – she couldn't seem to recover properly from Reggie's vigor and she could feel all eyes on her, judging her as she walked bow-legged.
“Ungh...” He frowned in his sleep and nuzzled against her bare chest, where he had fallen asleep.
She just stared at the ceiling – she'd gotten accustomed to waking up with a hangover, so it felt odd not to have one that morning. She had been in the process of getting drunk but she had been rudely interrupted the night before by Reggie hiking her over his shoulder and carrying her to the bedroom.
He later confessed to her about how he'd had to convince Archie – again – that if he didn't want to marry Ron, then don't! But always, Archie somehow found a way to convince himself that he did want to marry Ron, and he was being silly to want to back out of it. Reggie had tried so many ways of discouraging him – he'd tried agreeing, disagreeing, offering a different solution, diverting the conversation with a joke in an attempt to ignore the issue so that it would fester in Archie and somehow grow bigger, then big enough to implode.
None of them worked on the dumb carrot-top. And Reggie got more and more frustrated.
Betty had just about given up. It was easier to accept that he was never going to be hers. No matter how painful.
The thought made her sick, so instead she concentrated on the very hot movie star lying on top of her. It began with kissing. She pecked him on the top of his head, then his forehead, then all over his face. He grunted and swiped at her hand, before grasping it and holding it to his face in his warm ones. He muttered something, half-asleep, before he was abruptly flipped over.
He woke up gasping as she straddled him.
“Good morning,” She said, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder as she leaned forward and kissed him.
“Good morning,” he yawned, and then choked on the yawn as she sheathed him to the hilt.
“It is a good morning, isn't it?” She teased as she raised herself, then impaled herself on him again. His hands snaked up to her waist.
“It just got better,” His thumb stroked her, particularly where her hip bones protruded out. She giggled as his touch tickled her.
His thumbs moved further towards her belly, stroking her right above her belly button, where he could subtly feel something pressing against her inside, something hard. When she pulled herself off him, he could feel the solidness sliding down in her.
She wasn't in the mood for touchy-feelyness, though. She was horny, and she was intent on making use of him however she could to fulfill her needs.
That really aroused him.
He started shoving himself back up into her, jabbing his cock deep inside her. She gasped at the suddenness of his assault, and her passage gripped him tight.
She started to slow. Perspiration started to form tiny crystalline beads on her body, but despite all that she didn't give up. She rode him for all she was worth, and the way she treated him made Reggie wonder if this really was the same Betty he knew because it was almost like she didn't care if he'd get hurt in the process or not, as long as she could get off.
He didn't mind in the slightest – in fact, he liked it.
“Ah, ah, ah...” She was close. He watched her face as her whole body started to tense in her climax, before seizing as her senses went haywire. She paused on top of him and her juices leaked out where they were joined. The smell of sex was suddenly even more evident than before in that room. In particular, the scent of her excitement.
Her inner muscles coiled around him in so tight a vice he groaned as she practically wrung his seed from him, milking him like a cow. It loosened and tightened, loosened and tightened, pulsing with the beat of her heart. He orgasmed mere moments after she did, unable to withstand the throes of her climax.
The erect penis inside her twitched in response to the sudden escalation of his heart beat. He thrust himself up into her, attempting to get even deeper but unsuccessfully doing so because he was already as far in as he could get. He held himself inside her, and began to unload his essence there. Over and over again, ropes of his semen traveled into her, squeezing themselves in that limited space. Some started to flow out of her, and it pooled at her entrance, then slid down towards his pubes.
They gasped for breath. His hand wrapped around her back, and she lay on his chest where she had fallen after she was done riding him.
She was starting to drift back asleep – they'd barely gotten enough sleep over the last few days. She would have preferred to crawl over to the side of the bed where the comfy pillow lay, but his muscular chest wasn't too bad.
Her eyes were about to close when her phone beeped. They both growled, having both been on the verge of sleep. He reached over to the end table beside the bed, slapping the surface as he searched for the offending phone.
“It's fine, it's just a text message. Leave it,” She said, frowning as he moved below her. She wanted him to be still, so she could sleep.
“What if it's from your agent?” he asked.
“Don't know, don't care,”
Finally, he found the phone and held it over his face. She heard four beeps, as Reggie entered her pin to unlock her phone. She wasn't surprised that he knew the code. She'd caught him peeking over her shoulder on the plane, when she was checking her phone. He then proceeded to lecture her about how she should turn her phone off on planes.
“It's from Ron,” he said, snapping her from her thoughts. “SOS. I need your help, Maid of Honor. Exclamation mark. Exclamation mark. Exclamation mark. Exclamation mark. Exclamation mark. Exclamation mark. Exclama-”
“I get it, Reggie,” Betty cut him off, annoyed. He grinned, then left the phone on the pillow of the empty side of the bed.
“Mm. You're warm,” He hummed, and hugged her close. She drew the blankets over her chin, covering his chest, and they proceeded to go back to sleep.
Then his phone went off. He groaned. She whimpered – she was so close to being unconscious enough to blocking out the sounds of the world. Her phone started beeping too, and she knew they would not get any more peace. Her ring tone went off then, one she had assigned to a specific someone – Ron was calling her.
She and Reggie shared a look, and they let out a collective sigh.

“I am so glad you're here!” Ron said when they entered the dining room.
“What's the emergency?” Betty asked.
“I gave my servants a day off, including Smithers, they've been so great helping with the wedding preparations. Archie and I were going to take a break just for today too, but then we discovered that we forgot all about the wedding invitations! And if we don't send them now, some of them won't get where they should be – there are international guests involved!” Ron said without pausing once for a breath.
She gestured to the mounds of invitations and envelopes covered all over the dining table – the Lodge family had a huge dining table. And those weren't short stacks.
Archie smiled at them helplessly over the mountain of papers.
“So we're the only reinforcements you could get?” Reggie asked, taking a seat next to Betty where they stared at all the invitations.
“My parents took a last minute trip to Paris – my mother realized she didn't have a dress for my wedding. Midge and Moose are visiting her grandparents', Nancy was called to a last minute conference a town over for her work, and Chuck went with her. I asked Ethel and Jughead if they could make it, and they told me they couldn't. They were being all mysterious about it too, saying that 'I'd find out later'. I'm guessing they're shopping for a wedding gift for us, so I'm not complaining,”
“Is that so?” Reggie feigned innocence – and he was really good at it too. Betty smiled to herself, knowing the lower half of her face would be hidden by the stack right in front of her. It was just like Ron to come to that conclusion about the absence of the couple. Not that she was too far off.
“Yeah. But whatever. I called Dilton too, but his wife answered the phone – apparently he's working on some new blueprint, and he's trying to get it done soon because the deadline is during the wedding, and if he finishes it early he can attend the wedding, so... I let him off the hook,” She sighed. “And I called a few others, but they all made excuses,” She frowned. “I guess I won't need to write those invitations,”
“It's alright, Ron. Your Maid of Honor and the Best Man is here. We'll be fine,”
Ron smiled. “Okay. Archie and I are going to write the invitations. Reggie, Betty – you write the addresses on the envelopes then put the invitation in. After that you can cross off the name on the list so we know they got it. We'll get the stamps on them later,” She handed the whole list of addresses to Reggie and he raised an eyebrow at them all. Betty peeked at one of the beautifully printed invitations, and read the handwritten invitation in Ron's best handwriting inside.
“Why are you handwriting all of them? Isn't it easier to just print them?” Reggie asked as he retrieved one of the envelopes and an invitation, glancing at the names inside before writing on an address. Slowly. And with a lot of concentration.
“When wanted to make it personal – everyone that Archie invited, he's writing a message for,” Ron informed them. “And I'm doing the same. Everything needs to be perfect,” she said with a stubborn conviction.
Betty wanted to sigh. At least she didn't have a hangover. She glanced at Reggie as she slotted an invitation into the envelope. He was frowning at the words on the list, and she wondered if they were swimming across the page like they had for her yesterday when she tried to read a text message.
“Here,” she said, taking the list from him. “I'll write the addresses on, then place an invitation on top of the envelope. You just put them in, okay?”
Reggie's frown deepened. “I'm fine, Blondie.”
He tried to take the list back. “No. I can do this. There's only one list anyway, so one person might as well do it,”
“Then I'll do it. The Great Mantle can handle anything,”
“Yeah? Then the Great Mantle can handle not protesting and doing the work I told him to. Put these invitations into their envelopes,” She handed him two that she had just finished. He gave her a look, then grumbled to himself under his breath. But he did what she had asked, and he seemed to be handling it better than the writing.
“You guys are so cute,” Ron giggled. “I love that you're finally an official couple. We were just waiting for the announcement back in high school, weren't we, Archiekins?”
Yeah I bet you were, so you could have Archie all to yourself. Betty thought, glad she couldn't see the googly eyes Ron was probably making at Archie and vice versa. She glanced beside her, noticing that Reggie was looking at her. He caught her eyes, then rolled his in the direction of the couple, knowing they were too caught up in each other to see. Not to mention there were mountains that obscured them from view. She laughed as he then made another goofy face.
“What's funny?” Ron asked, trying to look over the invitations.
“Nothing,” Betty and Reggie intoned, before looking at each other again and smiling. They didn't need the alcohol or sex this time – having each other was enough.
They chatted for a while, continuing to do their work as they did so, until the conversation tapered off as everyone concentrated on their tasks. Ron plugged her iPad into some speakers and music played. It eased the silence that had gone tense from the stress of getting their overbearing amount of work finished as soon as possible.
Two hours passed quickly, and Betty jumped when she looked at the clock, having not realized what time it was. She glanced at Reggie. It was growing late... she wondered what would happen to the plans he'd made for later that day.
That's when the doorbell rang.
“I'll get it,” Reggie practically leaped from his seat. Betty shook her head, smiling.
“Archie, Archie, Archie!” Male voices chanted, and when they appeared in the dining room, they pulled a bunch of confetti popper rockets, and the room was filled with shimmering fragments of colored paper.
“What's going on?” Archie asked, rising from his seat, looking bewildered. Betty just kept at her work – she'd already been informed as to what was happening.
“It's your bachelor party, bro!” Reggie said, punching Archie in the shoulder. “What, did you think we'd forget?”
Archie looked at them, stunned. “But... I told you guys I didn't need a bachelor party,”
“We-ll, Reggie said that's like you saying you desperately need a bachelor party,” Moose responded, looking just as puzzled as Archie was.
“I don't. Really. I mean...” He looked back at the pile of invitations. They'd gotten through about a third of them. Granted, the rest were all Veronica's. It had become clear that Archie did not invite quite as many people as Ron did. “...I've still got stuff to do,” He said, meeting the eyes of his fiancee.
“C'mon, Archie. The club's booked. The entire club. Ethel's there right as we speak. She's taking her job as the party coordinator way too seriously,” Jughead said.
“Well...” Archie's face lit up in a smile. “Okay,”
The men cheered.
“Are there strippers?” Ron asked sharply, and the merry atmosphere instantly dimmed as she glared at the men, demanding an answer. Betty blinked at her friend's reaction.
“Uh... No,” Reggie lied.
Ron looked visibly relieved, and smiled. “Okay then. You have my permission,” She told her fiancé. She stood and gave Archie a peck on the cheek. “Go have fun,”
“Thanks babe,” Archie kissed her on the lips briefly, before the men left, whooping like idiots.
“Dilton's coming too, late. He has some work to finish, but he'll be there,” Betty could hear Reggie telling Archie as they made their exit, causing just as much of a racket as they did when they had made their entrance.
Ron took a seat back at the table and continued to write her invitations. Betty stared at her. Realizing that Betty was completely still, Ron looked up, giving her a questioning gaze.
“What?” The brunette asked.
“Nothing,” Betty shook her head and continued slotting invitations into their respective envelopes. “I just... I thought you'd be cool, you know, with strippers?” Ron was jealous, and possessive, but Betty didn't think she was that bad. She believed in fun too, and she trusted Archie... didn't she?
“Oh, well...” Ron said, looking slightly embarrassed now. “I don't know. I guess there's just too much hormones running through my body at the moment,”
Betty laughed. “What does hormones have to do with this? Are you on your period or something?”
Ron was silent. Betty raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Ronnie was moody enough as it was – when she was on her period she was doubly so. Well, if she was on her period now at least it wouldn't be there for the honeymoon.
“Betty... I need to confess something to you,” Ron said. “But you need to promise me you won't tell anyone,”
“Okay, I promise,” Betty responded, curious now.
Ron bit her bottom lip, the hesitation etched on her face, and Betty kept doing her job, not wanting to waste any time. “BettyI'mpregnant,” Ron confessed in a rush and Betty ripped an envelope in her shock.
She dropped the pieces of paper and stared at her best friend. “What?”
“The reason Archie and I are getting married so quickly isn't just because we're madly in love... I'm about six weeks along now,” Ron said. “And we need to do this before I start showing. I haven't even told Daddy yet... only you, Archie and I know,”
Betty actually felt dizzy at that revelation. As if it wasn't enough that Archie was marrying her best friend... Ron was carrying his baby too?
Son of a bitch! She never cursed. But at that moment she let out a long string of profanities in her head, every single one she knew.
“I...” She swallowed the scream that tried to claw out of her throat. “I'm so happy for you,”
“Thanks, Betty. That really means a lot to me,” Ron smiled, then left her seat and hugged Betty from behind her, winding her arms around the blonde's shoulders.
“Yeah,” Betty said. “Come on, let's just finish this so we can celebrate,”
“Okay,” Ron said, sniffling.
“Are you crying?”
“Yes... I'm just so happy,” The Lodge heiress said, and dabbed at her eyes with her wrists.
Betty was the one who wanted to cry.

It was late into the night before they finished. In the end, they just got all the wedding invitations written and placed in their rightful envelopes.
“I'll get Fifi and Smithers to do the stamps and mail it first thing in the morning,” Ronnie said as they stood on the porch of the Lodge mansion. She wrapped Betty in her arms and gave her another grateful squeeze. “Thank you so much for your help, Bestie – I would be nothing without you,”
Ironic. Betty thought. Considering how much you've taken from me. She squashed thoughts like that down as her best friend withdrew and gave her a smile. She didn't want to think petty thoughts like that – not right now, when she was so close to breaking down at her friend's feet.
“Are you sure you don't want me to send you back to the hotel? I could get my chauffeur to send you back in the limo,”
Betty shook her head. “Nah. I'll walk,”
“Okay then. Be safe,”
“I will. You go in. It's getting cold,” Betty said.
“Right. I have another to worry about now, don't I,” Ron said, placing a hand on her midriff, pretty much glowing with maternal joy. Betty's eyes followed her hand unconsciously. She instantly regretted that action, and the fact that the servants had forgotten to replenish the alcohol stores in the Lodge mansion. “Good night,”
“Night,” Betty said. She walked down the driveway, and heard the door close behind her. She was halfway down the ridiculously long path before the first of her tears fell. She took out her phone and pressed three – she had Reggie's number there on speed dial. Archie had previously been three – after her parents, who were number two. But she had discovered it changed a day or two ago, and guessed that Reggie had messed with her phone.
She didn't know why she left it that way.
It took way too long for Reggie to answer his cell, and when he did, he sounded distracted. And his speech was slurred. “Yo, Betsy!”
“Reg?”
“Wassup, my blonde babe?” He asked. She heard him moan then, and she could almost make out a soft sucking sound. And then she could just make out the smacking of lips. She knew that sound – she'd heard it countless times in the last few days when Reggie kissed her.
“...Are you busy?” she asked.
“Huh? Uh... Sorry. Foxie's trying to lick up the salt left on my neck from the drinking game,”
“Oh... I see,” was all Betty could say. “You're busy, huh? It's fine then. You and Foxie have fun,”
“No, wait, Blondie, why'd you call me?”
“It's... It's really nothing,” Betty said, even as the image of Ron placing her hand on her belly flashed beneath her eyes and she could feel a burning sensation there. Good. She hoped the image burned her eyes out so she wouldn't have to see it again. “Sorry I bothered you, Reg. I'll let Foxie do her stuff then,”
“What? Wa-” he started to say, but she cut him off, ending the call before he could finish.
She continued to walk, more briskly now. But she couldn't halt the tears running down her face. She thought she was done crying... but she wasn't. She'd thought she was starting to get over Archie already, with Reggie's help... but she wasn't. All she had done was avoid thinking of the issue by drowning herself in the physical pleasures of Reggie's touch and the numbing effect of alcohol.
And now she was alone – no alcohol... no sex. Nobody.
She hated Archie and Ron then, but loved them at the same time. She felt something similar towards Reggie – not jealousy that he was sleeping with another woman he probably picked up at the club bar. No, she was his fuck buddy and it wasn't like she had feelings for him. She just hated that he had someone now. Before, they would comfort each other. Now he had Foxie to replace her... just like Archie had replaced her with Ron.
The thought made her cry harder.
Somehow her feet took her to the Riverdale park. She wasn't completely aware of how she got there or ever making the decision to divert her journey to the park.
She collapsed into the bench and sobbed loudly. She was glad that no soul except her was stupid enough to go to the park in pitch blackness – the moon wasn't even out that night – which she thought was poetic. Her world was in complete darkness, so why shouldn't the sky?
She hated how dramatic she was being... and decided she would snap out of it... tomorrow. For that moment, she just wanted to cry.
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