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Rebound Love	By : sandyl666 Category: Comics > Archie & Co. Views: 13323 -:- 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 12

“Urgh...” He rolled onto his back, nearly squishing her. She squeaked and shoved him off. He paused for a moment so she could move away, then landed on his back. One hand curled around her shoulder, and she curled against his side. “Man, my head hurts like a bitch...”
“You drank too much. Again,” she informed him.
“Yeah, no kidding, Bets,” He murmured, one hand on his forehead.
“Need some coffee?” She asked, propping herself up on her elbow to look at his face. He seemed in pain.
“Yeah... sure...” he said. She nodded, and shifted her legs over the edge of the bed. She stretched, trying to pull her sore muscles straight. Reggie stared at her bare back, her blonde hair falling in waves over it, having been curled while she slept. “Your back is pretty,” He noted.
She gave him a look over her shoulder. “Uh-huh. I think you really need that coffee,” She said, and left the bed completely naked. She probably should have been more modest – but Reggie had seen her naked now so many times, she barely even cared. It was weird, because she still felt odd being nude around most of her girl friends, yet she was completely comfortable in front of Reggie.
It took her a few moments to fire up the top of the range coffee machine that her kitchen was supplied with. Then only a few more minutes to whip up the best coffee she could manage. She'd honed her coffee-making skills as part of the research in writing her cafe-series recipe books. She placed one of the pristine mugs in the little compartment, then watched as the caramel-colored liquid made its way into the cup.
By the time she was done, the whole kitchen smelled like coffee, and he had left the bed. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair as he entered the kitchen, also fully naked. She handed him the mug. He took a sip, then let out a long sigh of appreciation.
“I want to keep you in a cage in my house, just so I can let you out everyday to make coffee for me,” He said.
“Wow. Not creepy at all,” She rolled her eyes, and made herself a cup of coffee as well.
They sat at the counter island, and drank their coffee together.
“So. Plans for today?” he asked. She shrugged.
“I don't know... You?”
“Might go back and see my parents. I called them two days ago, but I haven't gone to see them. They might be a little mad at me for that.” Reggie said.
“You should go see them. You're not home that often, after all,” she commented, before lowering her head to take another sip of her cappuccino. He nodded, and opened his mouth to speak.
But his phone beat him to the punch. He glanced at the bedroom, where his pants – and his phone – probably was. He raised an eyebrow at her. She shrugged. How would she know who was calling him? Then her phone began to ring as well, and she could make a guess as to who.
So could he. They expelled a collective sigh, and went to retrieve their phones.
“Arch, calm dow-”
“Ron, I can't understand a thing you-”
“Oh. So what, Carrot-top?”
“I see. Okay.”
“No choice, huh?”
“No, I had no plans for today,”
“We'll be right there,” They said together, and ended the call at the same time.
“Wine and cake testing?” he asked.
“Yeah,” She said with a nod. “Wonder why they're calling us for these things. They don't really need our help... do they?”
“Something tells me they want us there for more than just wine and cake,” Reggie massaged his temples. “Great.”
“I'll be there,” She assured him, looking at the wrinkles on his face with worry. He smiled, and the wrinkles disappeared temporarily. He slung a hand over her shoulder, as if she was one of his buddies from the football team.
“So, Blondie, wanna take a shower together?” He asked, giving her naked body a up-down appraisal, then wiggling his eyebrows oh-so-seductively.
“Sure,” she said, and he practically dragged her all the way to the bathroom in his eagerness.

“So, Ron, this is all great and all...” Betty said, and it was. She'd sipped twenty of the finest wines in the world just today, and was allowed a chance to put them in order of which she liked best. She'd done the same for about fifteen different cakes – and for the cakes especially her opinion was valued, as a prominent figure in the food industry. “...but did you really need us here?”
“Of course. I need you to tell me how you feel about the wines and the cakes. I'm good at tasting them, but no where near as good as someone who does it for a living,” Ron replied smoothly.
Betty glanced at the man who were standing by the row of cakes, arguing over which one was better – the vanilla berry cake, or the chocolate-orange jaffa cake. “Ron, you know what I'm asking,”
Ron was silent as she grabbed a dessert fork and took another piece of the red velvet cake, then gulped it down with some of the Pinot Grigio. “Bets...” She began, then glanced at the man, who were still busy talking. They'd seemed to have moved on from the issue about which cake is better, though. “I have a feeling Archie is having second thoughts.” She said under her breath.
“He is?” Betty would have cheered... except she'd already known about this. Reggie had kept her updated. And she didn't have the heart to wish ill of the union between her best friend and the man who had impregnated her.
Ron nodded. “I think this is all moving too fast for him. He's anxious – he doesn't quite know if it's possible for him to be a good husband or dad. But with you guys around it'll take his mind off the matter. He'll stop being so... so... Archie-like,”
Betty giggled, though it wasn't a completely happy one. “How about you, Ron? Is this moving too fast for you?”
“Surprisingly, no. I thought it would. I mean, you know me, Betty. I'm not really the type to settle down, am I?” Betty shook her head, agreeing with the dark-haired beauty. “But I'm so happy right now, and I do want to marry Archie. A lot.”
Hearing that gave Betty a bittersweet feeling. She was happy for them. She was happy because she knew that they were going to make each other very happy for the rest of their lives... but this would be at the cost of her happiness. Possible forever.
“It's okay, Ron. Reg will keep Archie's head on straight. You have nothing to worry about,” Betty said, and she meant it. They had talked about it, before.
“So... are you going to keep trying to sabotage their wedding?” Betty asked as the got dressed. They were glowing, and still tingling from their highly – overly – sensual shower.
He focused on buttoning his shirt up, fumbling with the fastenings. She sighed, knowing that his brain was horribly muddled. Maybe she needed to keep Reggie away from the alcohol for a bit. It would be bad if the brain damage was permanent.
“Let me,” she said, and he relinquished the buttons to her. “So?” she prompted.
He sighed. “I don't know. I mean, there wasn't a baby involved before... but now that there is, I think I'd actually... feel bad, if I broke them up,”
She smiled. “Good to know you have a conscience, Reggiekins,”
He looked at her, offended. “Of course I do. I guess, I just have to accept it. Like you,”
She nodded, looking desolate. “That's all we can do,”
“I hope so,” Ron said, turning her gaze to her fiance. They watched the men for a few moments, then Ron diverted her attention back to Betty. “But just to be on the safe side, tomorrow we're going to pick out the flowers we want. We already have the colour scheme, so it's just choosing the flowers. And while we're at it, we'll get the decorations. On Wednesday we're going to choose our meals – you definitely need to be there for that – and then on Thursday we're going to choose where to put the tables in the hotel hall for the lunch after the wedding, and decide how we're going to decorate the tables and the hall. Then on Friday we're going to do our first rehearsals at the church.”
“...And you want us to be there for all that?”
“Yes. Please, Betty?”
Betty took a sip of her Sauvignon Blanc. “Of course, Ron,”
Ronnie beamed, and hugged her tightly. She hugged her friend back.
“What were you girls talking about?” Reggie asked as he took a seat beside Betty, and stole her glass of wine. She made a frown of protest, but he ignored her.
“I invited Betty, and you too, Reggie to attend the rest of our wedding preparations! So, tomorrow...” Ron recited the schedule again, and Betty could imagine that the room had started spinning for Reggie, who could barely think at the moment. He refilled her glass of wine midway into Ron's recital, and nearly finished that too. Betty confiscated it before he could, and finished the rest.
If she was going to welcome back her hangovers, she'd rather do it with expensive wines.
“So we'll be seeing you guys a lot,” Archie looked visibly relieved. “That's great,”
“Yeah. It's fantastic,” Reggie beamed, but Betty knew he meant the opposite.

It was even worse than Reggie had suspected.
“Hey, Blondie, let's-” He said when they woke up the next morning. His hand ran up her bare thigh. They had gone straight to sleep because they were so exhausted from the day's activities. Not to mention a little drunk.
Her cell bleeped – Ron asking them where the hell they were, and why were they late. She smiled at him helplessly.
He made a grunt of frustration. They didn't even have time for a quickie.
“Later,” He promised.
But it was impossible. They spent every waking moment with Ron and Archie, draining them of all energy they had. By the time they got back to her hotel room, they collapsed. Reggie didn't even have the strength to go back home to see his parents.
Sometimes Ethel and Jughead would join them. But not as often. Nowhere near as often as Betty and Reggie did, which was... all the time.
“Bets, let's-” He said, pointing towards the guest room. Ron was still getting ready for them to leave for the caterer's kitchen where they would test the food.
“Come on! What are we waiting for?!” Ron yelled.
Reggie fists curled into fists, and he inhaled deeply.
“Later?” Betty asked. He didn't say anything, and just stalked off.
“So... eggshell, or cream napkins, madam?” They asked Ronnie. Betty wanted to kill herself – they looked exactly the same! If there was any difference, it was so minimal she highly doubted the majority of the wedding guests would even be able to tell if they alternated the napkins. Then there was the number of forks, spoons and knives to put beside the plate – in what order they would be placed, how the napkins would be folded. If they were, would they put them on the seats or on the plates. How big would the plates need to be? Would they need a bowl with the plates?
How to decorate the tables and chairs? What color would they be? How about the walls? Or the stage, where the married couple were to sit, with the parents of the couple, the maid of honor and best men – and Ethel, who was a bridesmaid, but Ron didn't want to separate her from her boyfriend. There were the sound system too – and what were they going to do during the dinner, aside from make toasts and celebrate? There was going to be a video montage of Ron and Archie's life, so they needed a screen big enough for the entire hall. Or maybe they needed two screens?
Betty promised herself that if she were ever to get married, she would not have a wedding of this scale. It all started to get a bit stupid and pointless, in her opinion. All it was doing was stressing Ronnie out.
Reggie was just as sick of the arbitrary decision-making. He tried to do Betty in the public toilets of the hotel near the hall, while they were there for the decorations. He looked right and left, pulled her into the women's toilet – screams erupted when they caught sight of him. It didn't matter that he was a famous movie star and/or sex symbol. He was a man. In the women's. Where he did not belong.
“Reggie, have some patience. We'll try tonight, okay?” Betty promised, feeling pity for him. She felt a little stressed and hornier than usual as sex withdrawal symptoms, but apparently not as much as him.
He grumbled as he walked off. Archie caught him as he did, and as usual he wasn't even given a moment alone.
And that night, he fell asleep before her, losing consciousness the moment his head touched the pillow. She shook her head, and kissed his forehead, before joining him in bed after stripping down to nothing.
In the end they weren't able to do the rehearsals on Friday. There was a mix-up and the church had been booked for the day. Ron screamed and screamed at the church administration, and they looked up at her with fear and dismay as she promptly morphed into Bridezilla.
“It's fine, Ron. We'll do the rehearsals tomorrow,” Betty tried to soothe her.
Veronica's glare did not let up and the church admins cowered before her. “Can't. My weekend's all booked up. Archie and I are going through the guest list and calling up anyone who hasn't RSVPed. I need to check up on the outfits, oversee the dining hall decorations, audition my flower girls – Archie's cousin Leroy, our ring-bearer can't even make it to the rehearsals. He's only going to be here on Monday! It's only two weeks until the wedding!”
“Yes, it's two whole weeks until the wedding. We're going to be okay, Ron,” Betty said. “We'll do the rehearsals on Monday?”
“Can't do Monday. Need to arrange accommodation for all my guests.”
“Tuesday then. And our dresses should be ready, so we can make it the dress rehearsal. Except, you know, for you, since you don't want to reveal your dress till the wedding,” Betty said as calmly as she could. She could tell Ron was already running out of steam. She was pregnant, and tired.
“We can do Tuesday,” A woman, part of the admin team of the quaint little Riverdale church squeaked.
“Fine. Tuesday. And this better not happen again,” Ron narrowed her eyes at the church admins. “It this happens on my wedding day, God help me I'll knock this bloody building down,” And with that, she stomped off. Betty sighed.
“I'm sorry about her. She's just stressed,” she told the staff, who nodded their understanding.
“We know,” they said, offering her a knowing smile.

“Uugh... Oh man, this is so not worth it,” Reggie said, massaging his neck as they walked through the lobby. It was 4 am, because that's how long it took to finish the hotel decorations. With the rehearsal botched, they'd decided to turn their attention back to the decorations, because that hadn't been completed. It still wasn't.
“I know. Honestly, the wedding lasts like a total of half an hour in the church, then a few more hours for the celebration – is all this really necessary?” Betty asked. “I want my wedding to be perfect too... but this is way too lavish, not to mention ridiculous,”
“It's definitely a girl thing. I'd be happy to just drive to Vegas and get married there,”
“Ugh. Not me. I want a small wedding at least,”
“Yeah, well, anything but this I'd be happy with,” Reggie commented. They entered the elevator and he jammed at the button. “Strange. The elevator guy isn't here,”
“Maybe he's on break. It's 4 in the morning after all,”
“Good,” Reggie said, then approached her as the lift started to move. He leaned against the elevator, right behind her and she heard shuffling.
“Reggie. What are you-”
He flipped up her skirt then, moved her underwear to the side and started to play with the slit between her legs.
“Reggie!” She gasped.
“Man, you're wet. Perfect,” he said, making her blush. She couldn't possibly confess that she'd spent the whole day completely frustrated. She'd spent an entire week having sex, then to be deprived... She'd finally hit her breaking point, and she'd fantasized about Reggie's cock the entire day. “Now, come here,” He tugged her back on him and she cried out as he slid into her, only stopping when he was inside to the root.
“Reggie! You're kidding me – we're on the elevator,”
“Relax. No one can tell. Thank God for skirts,” he remarked. She glanced behind her and thought about it – he was right. They looked like she was just leaning back on him as he rested against the elevator – but still, it wasn't completely inconspicuous! Not to mention the scent of their arousal was starting to fill up the limited space.
He began to pump into her and she thought about how they definitely looked like they were having sex then. She concentrated on the numbers as it began to ascend, completely terrified as to what would happen if the number halted. Each time the number changed her heart sped up and she had a mini heart attack when it took longer than five seconds for the number to change.
She tried to concentrate on that panic, but in fact – the panic was arousing her. Reggie didn't seem all too worried – but he did begin drilling into her at maximum speed the moment he was inside her. She didn't know if this was because he was worried of getting caught, or because he was too turned on to go slow.
His cock wasn't even fully hard yet – it continued to expand inside her, stiffening as blood continued to flow into it. She jerked as he began to slam into her, aiming it with purpose so that each thrust drew a small scream of pleasure from her.
Her concentration left her, and she couldn't bring herself to be worried about the numbers anymore. She turned her head to him. He, knowing what she wanted, leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, savoring her taste.
She pulled back then. “Hurry, Reggie. Faster,” She wiggled her butt closer to him, and started to thrust back at him, working furiously together to achieve their orgasms. Her back curved and she leaned back against him, nuzzling his neck.
He rammed into her over and over, his hands on her hips as he continuously yanked her back on him – using all his strength to deepen his thrusts into her. His hardness bumped against her cervix and she moaned her approval loudly.
“Yes... Reg, I'm so close...” His response was to slam his hips into hers, making her whole body jolt forward.
Neither noticed that the lift had reached their floor.
And neither noticed that it had begun to make its descent down. They were too intoxicated with the feel of each other.
That is, until the elevator arrived at its destination with a ding – at the lobby. Reggie stilled, and jerked her torso – which had bent forward in her pleasure, so that she could present her ass to him and give him better access – back so that she was leaning back at him. They looked like lovers who were spooning – unable to part even for a second while the lift took them to the floor they wanted.
The uniformed person looked at them in surprise.
“Hi,” Reggie said, trying to control his breathing. Betty tried, but not as well. Her face was flushed too, and she was breathing with some difficulty.
“Good evening, sir. Are you exiting the elevator?”
“Actually, no. We're going up to the 25^th floor. The elevator was already heading down when we got in it though, so we thought we'd let it go all the way,” Betty could not understand how Reggie could say these things so smoothly, and she had nothing for admiration for him. And some arousal.
He nodded at that flimsy excuse. If he could smell the heady scent of sex in the lift, he didn't comment on it. He took up his station manning the elevator.
“Floor 25, sir?”
“Yes,”
The elevator doors closed. The man in charge of the elevator glanced at Betty. “Is she alright?”
“She's fine. Just had a little too much to drink,” Reggie said. Betty smiled at the man feebly. The man nodded, and turned back to his buttons.
Reggie began to move. Slowly. Her head snapped up to his, and she stared at him in shock. She turned her gaze back to the man, thinking about how he only had to look back – and he would notice Reggie thrusting into her. His hips moving forward as he worked his dick in and out of her, drawing pleasure from her tight crevice as they hugged his cock every time he buried himself in her.
And the man had no clue of the couple having sex right behind him.
She couldn't help herself. She came as the elevator hit floor fifteen. She slapped her hands over her mouth, trying to halt the moans threatening to pour out of it. Reggie paused, just in time, as the man looked at them.
“Is everything okay?” He asked in concern, noting the way she had her hands clamped over her mouth.
“She feels a little sick. All that alcohol, you know?”
The man chuckled. “I do know,”
The moment he turned his back, Reggie was off again, sheathing himself inside her, then pulling out until only his cockhead remained, before slamming back in her. She tried not to cry out as his hard length ran over her pussy walls, the nerve embedded in them sensitive from her recent orgasm.
She eyed the number as it slowly morphed from an eighteen into a nineteen. Please, please, please, slow down. She begged them. She didn't think Reggie was going to come in time, and they would be found out the moment they got their floor and didn't leave the lift.
Twenty. Reggie was still going strong.
Twenty-one.
Twenty-two. She felt him twitch, and then he began unloading inside her, a mass of cum flooding her insides.
Twenty-three. His cock throbbed a few times, and then he pulled out, much to her relief. She felt liquid at her entrance, and then his hand pulling the fabric of her underwear back in place to catch the semen leaking out of her.
Twenty-four. Her skirt fell back in place, and she could feel him shuffling behind her. She wondered if he would pull up his zip, and if the sound would give too much about what they had been doing away.
Twenty-five. Ding!
“Thanks, man,” Reggie pulled out a twenty dollar note from his pocket and gave it to the man, who looked surprised, but took it, nodding his thanks.
“You're very welcome, sir,”
“Come on, Bets,” Reggie pulled Betty out the open doors. She glanced back and it didn't escape her notice that there was a small, white puddle on the ground from when he'd pulled out of her while he was still climaxing.
The doors closed behind her and Reggie sighed in relief.
“That was close,”
“I don't ever want to do that again,” Betty said. She was still shaking from the adrenaline.
“You sure?” Reggie asked, giving her a sly grin. “You came pretty hard,”
She didn't know how to respond. He laughed, wrapping his arm around her waist and holding her close as they both walked on unsteady legs back to the suite. Their suite.
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