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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.

Chapter List
- 12
- 13
- 14
A/N: Prepare yourselves, guys. There's a somewhat non-consented sex scene in this chapter.

Chapter 13

With some time finally to herself, Betty looked at her kitchen, eager to get started. She'd gotten lots of inspiration from all the taste-testing she'd done for Ron's wedding, and there had been some recipes she wanted to try out.
She rolled up her sleeves and started to get ready. As she did so, she caught a glimpse of the coffee-maker... and sighed.
Reggie had left earlier that afternoon, groggily leaving after they'd woken up. They'd had a long, long night. It hadn't ended in the elevator and neither of them wanted it to.
“You're not going back to visit your parents? Ron gave us the weekend off – thank God,” Betty said. Reggie hesitated, nursing a mug of the coffee.
“I guess I should,” he said, sighing. “Wanna come with me?” he asked, his eyes roving up and down her nude form.
“No, I think you should spend time with your parents,” she said. “Alone,”
He hmphed. “Fine. But don't expect any mercy when I get back,”
“I never do,” She smiled.
And then she'd cooked him a quick lunch – with him attempting to help but not really – and he'd left.
As great as it was to have some alone time, she'd realized in the last hour that... she really missed Reggie. She's gotten so used to having him around 24/7, as she had in the last two weeks, that it was difficult being apart.
Weird thoughts flew into her head without him – thoughts about Archie, and her heartbreak, picturing his and Ron's unborn child, a collection of both their features, and reflecting on how wrong it looked.
She shook her head, and started her duties. She'd keep herself busy until Reggie was back and he would chase away those thoughts once again. Missing him seemed like an understatement as more time passed.
She realized it must have been the same for him, because he started texting her once he got home.
My parents are giving me the 'when are you going to settle down' talk. Kill me now.
She laughed, and then took a picture of the new dish she was working on – well, at least the three attempts at them she'd done. All of them were delicious... but not quite what she wanted. And here I am with all this food and no one to finish them off for me...
It was much less than five seconds before her phone beeped, signifying that he had replied. Damn it, Blondie. Couldn't you have waited for me before experimenting with your tasty stuff?
If you were here I wouldn't have the time to experiment.
True that.
Besides, there might be some leftover when you get back. Some.
There'd better be.
Oh, shoot, my dad just caught me texting.
And then no more replies. She laughed to herself, then continued her work. She didn't feel so lonely anymore, somehow. In fact, she felt motivated – she had to make more stuff for Reggie to sample when he got back.
It wasn't till much later that he started texting her again.
What did you make for dessert?
A Tiramisu opera cake. Why?
Aw, man. I love Tiramisu. My dad forbade me from having any dessert, because I was texting while he was talking. I don't think they realize that I'm twenty-five. And a worldwide celebrity.
Lol! I'll keep some for you then.
Now I can't wait to get back. Thanks a lot, Blondie.
She giggled. They spent the whole night texting.
Some of it was close to sexting, but otherwise they just texted about idle things, anything to keep their minds off the upcoming wedding.

They spent the entire weekend apart... and Monday too. Reggie realized that he'd not spent as much time as he liked with his parents, and she completely understood.
I guess I'll meet you at the rehearsals, then. He texted.
Yup. Need me to bring some dessert?
YES PLEASE.
He had been continuously deprived of dessert, for not behaving as appropriately as his parents liked, to her amusement.
She was glad when the long, lonely weekend was over, and she walked over to the church – which was close to the hotel – with a small skip in her step. In her bag was a small container of the goodies she'd made over the weekend, intended only for him.
Betty searched for him the moment she stepped into the church – where she was then found by Ron.
“Betty! Go change into this! Hurry!” Ron said, handing her a garment bag. Betty blinked.
“Where?”
“The changing room!” Ron yelled, as she ran off. Betty looked around. People were scrambling about, probably at Ron's orders, getting things done. The first of the decorations had been put up, and the church was so beautiful it made Betty's hard melt.
She wished she was the one getting married in this place instead.
Setting off to find the changing room, she wondered if she'd bump into Reggie. She hoped so. He had texted her that he had to be at the church early – Archie needed some more 'babying' as Reggie called it.
“Betty!” the girls cried as she entered the changing room. They had all gotten changed into their respective gowns, and Midge was applying lipstick on Nancy.
“You're kind of late,” Ethel commented, glancing at her watch.
“I am?” Betty blinked. With much difficulty, she reached into her purse and pulled out her phone to check the time. To her dismay, she really was late. The walk must have taken longer than she thought. She was surprised Ron didn't pause and scream at her till her ears bled. “Ah, shoot,”
“Come on, let's hurry and get you dressed,” Ethel said, shooing her into the little area with a partition up for modesty's sake. Betty quickly got dressed – as fast as she could with such a delicate, ethereal dress – and then Midge, who had the strokes of a renaissance artist, did the make-up in mere minutes.
“Alright. Alright, alright, alright,” Midge babbled as she worked. “And we're... done,”
“Thanks so much, Midge,”
“Of course,” Midge smiled.
They rushed to the church hall, then took their places at the front. Ron stood at the back with her flower girls, and Archie stood with Jughead at the front. No Reggie.
“Arch!” Betty whispered to the redhead, who immediately looked at her. He seemed deeply uncomfortable in his white tuxedo. “Where's Reggie?”
“I think he's still in his dressing room,” Archie whispered back. “I don't know what's with the hold-up, though,”
Betty's forehead became creased with worry. “He'd probably just forgotten the time looking at his own reflection,” She joked, but it was half-hearted.
Archie laughed anyway.
Ron stood at the back of the church, holding a bouquet of flowers. She didn't begin her walk down the aisle straight away, though. She just stood there for a moment... then whipped her phone out and called Archie's.
Archie answered it immediately. “Uh... No, he's not here, you're right,” Ron truly had an eye for detail. “We think he's still in his dressing room,”
“I'll go check on him,” Betty offered. Archie nodded, and as the blonde left he informed his fiancee about where her maid of honor was going.
Betty made her way to the dressing rooms. There were four dressing rooms, one of which was for the bride and was locked because Ron didn't need it yet. And possibly wouldn't need it, since they'd decided that she would get dressed at home. The other was being shared by Jughead and Archie. Betty rolled her eyes – of course, the 'Great Mantle' would get one dressing room of his own. He even hung a sign on it in the shape of a star that said 'Superstar Mantle's Dressing Room' on it.
“No wonder his head is so big,” She muttered to herself as she knocked on the door. There was no answer. She knocked again. “Reggie?”
A loud crash came from behind the door and her eyes widened. She hesitated to go in and invade his privacy for a second. Then she thought: Screw it. She threw the door open. The sight that greeted her was a shocker and she immediately slammed the door behind her. She didn't want to let anyone else see it.
“Reggie?” She asked. “Are you... okay?”
The room had clearly been decorated in a Victorian style, with lacey curtains closing the four-panel window. There was a vanity to the side made of wood bleached white and had beautiful carvings all over it. There had been a vase too, with pink roses inside, on top of an end table and a couch to the side made of plush, pink velvet.
Of course, she could only presume about how lovely the room had looked before Reggie had come upon it, because it was in shambled. The vase and flowers were strewn all over the floor, the water within the vase having spilled all over it. The make-up that had been on the vanity had been swept over. Either that or they had fallen when he'd pushed the vanity down. The mirror attached to it was cracked and some fragments lay on the floor, their pointy ends glinting at her. The end table was also on its side, one of its legs broken. Reggie's tuxedo jacket, which had presumably been made by Giotto, was in tatters on the floor, along with some strips of pink velvet from the couch and some of the lace from the curtains.
Reggie's hands were balled into fists. He looked positively enraged as he stared at the floor, his bowtie askew around his neck, and the top buttons of his shirt undone. He lifted his foot – on which was a shoe, Italian leather, handmade – and stomped at the vanity. Something within it cracked.
“Reggie!” Betty tried to snap him out of it. He just lifted his head and glared at her.
In that moment, Betty actually was afraid of Reggie. She'd never been before. But she'd also never seen him this angry before.
A knock on the door jerked her from her fear – much to her relief – and she turned her attention to it.
“Reggie? Betty? Is everything okay?” Ron asked. Betty cursed her luck. There could not have been anyone worse at the door.
She opened it a little and peeked out. “Um, Ron, I think you should start the rehearsals without us. This is going to take a while,”
Ron frowned. “Why?”
“Just... do it, please,” Betty begged.
Ron looked very unhappy. She crossed her arms around her chest. “Fine. But there better be a good reason for this,”
Betty glanced over her shoulder, where Reggie was glaring at the vanity as if it had stolen all his belongings and stabbed him in the back. “I think there is,” She closed the door before Ron could say another word and leaned on it for a second, until she could hear Ron's footsteps going away.
“Reggie?” Betty moved forward, slowly, trying not to set him off. She winced as she heard the crunch of her heels digging into some mirror shards and breaking it up further. She got to him and hesitated, before tugging on his sleeve gently. “Reggie?”
His gaze snapped to hers. She baulked – he really was enraged, like a bull that had seen red. What had happened?
She didn't have any time to ponder this further as he grabbed her by the waist and literally threw her onto the couch. Winded, she grabbed at the plushness to try and regain her balance as the couch kept trying to swallow her up. After a few moments of useless effort, Reggie came to her rescue, tugging her to her feet by the couch. He grabbed her hands and placed it at the back of the couch.
Still slightly dazed at being handled so roughly, she didn't really register what was going on until he tore her panties, causing the piece of clothing to fall to her feet.
“Reggie! What are you-”
And then he was inside her. She didn't even know when he had pulled his cock out of his pants. She cried out in pain – she wasn't even wet, and the friction of his insertion was brutal. He had to have felt it too, but he paid it no mind.
He let out a soft hiss once he was inside her, pausing for all of two seconds. This allowed her to take a gasping breath, before he pulled back and rammed himself into her again.
“Stop! Reggie, stop! Please! Please...” Her pleads fell on deaf ears. The only thing he seemed intent on was sticking himself deeper inside her.
He slammed into her repeatedly and despite the fact that she wasn't feeling good in the slightest, her vagina decided to produce some lubrication to ease the pain. Thank God. She thought. He began to slip in and out of her with more ease, though with the pace he was going it still hurt a hell of a lot.
Penetrating over and over again, he jammed his entire cock into her seemingly without sparing a thought for her well-being. The hardened rod jabbed at her sensitive insides. It had been abruptly made clear to her that there actually was a 'too much' in the force department for sex. She didn't think there was, because whenever they were having sex, she'd always wish that he'd go faster, hit her harder and deeper. She didn't think it could ever hurt.
It was a harsh lesson, learning that it very well could.
His fingers dug into her waist, even despite the dress acting a barrier from them having skin on skin contact. She wondered if he would tear into it, rib the fabric and make ten little holes because he was gripping her so hard.
The rhythm never faltered. He continued plunging into her, too hard and too fast, only intent on reaching his peak. All she could do was hold on to the couch and hope that it would be over soon.
She let out a cry of relief when finally he finally spilled his cum inside her. Usually the feeling of him spurting his hot seed inside her was pleasurable, but this time all she felt was gladness that had was done using her body. His stiff tool, which had been a source of so much pleasure before and pain too, was finally starting to soften up inside her.
He shook from his orgasm a minute after he was done and she wondered what was going through his head. After a moment, it dawned on her that he wasn't quaking from his climax. She could feel wetness of her shoulder where he had buried his face against her, and his whole body shook as in time with soft sobs he made.
“Reggie?” she whispered, though the small room made the sound echo so that it seemed even louder than it should have been. “You okay?”
He didn't reply. Slowly, she detached herself from him below. His now flaccid dick slipped out of her easily, it was sticky and wet with his own semen. She ignored it. He pulled his face from her, as she spun around to face him. His hand was on his face, and his body still shook as he cried.
She collapsed on to the couch, then held her arms open. “Come here,”
He moved his hand away from his face for a second and stared at her with red, swollen eyes. Then he fell into her arms. She cradled his head against her chest and made soothing noises. His crying got worse.
“Shh. It's okay. Just let it out. I'm here for you,” She kissed the top of his head. “You're not alone, Reggie. I'm here,”
His arms, all large and muscular, seemed more like a child's as he grabbed her around her waist and continued to cry into her chest. She knew she was getting the dress dirty, but that wasn't her main concern – Reggie was.
He cried and cried. It took him a long time to calm down. Betty was worried about what would be left of him when he did calm down, or if he ever would.
But he did. The tears stopped first, then the sniffing, until only the hiccups were left. That dissipated too, and all that was left was complete silence. She didn't attempt to break the silence. She didn't even whisper any more comforting words to him. She just waited for him to do something.
“I wish I had fallen in love with you instead.”
Those words made her blink. It had been said so quietly, in so hoarse a voice that she almost thought she imagined it. But she knew she didn't. She nuzzled his head, messing the do that the shiny dark hair had been meticulously styled in.
“Me too,”

Later, during a break in the rehearsals, both Ron and Archie went to see Betty and Reggie. With some make-up that she'd salvaged from the floor, Betty and Reggie managed to make his eyes look less swollen. They'd also managed to conceal the chaotic state the room was in from the engaged couple by locking the door. They would explain it to church stuff later and assure them that they would reimburse them from the damage.
But of course, they couldn't conceal the fact that they were absent from the rehearsals.
“Sorry, Ronnie. An, um, accident happened,” Betty said, and even she knew that her attempt was feeble at best. She wasn't the lie-mastermind, though! That was Reggie. And at the moment he wasn't any help. He'd gone completely silent after that ten-word confession from earlier and had not said a word since.
“Really? An accident,” Ron asked, her tone flat. “Seriously guys, I don't mind if you want to bang each other in a church – but have the decency to attend to your duties first. Either that or give up being maid of honor and best man,”
Betty felt her blood boil. If only she knew who was the cause of this all... if only she knew. But she didn't, and Betty didn't want to tell her at this stage. She couldn't do that to her best friend. So she bowed her head instead. “Sorry, Ron.” Reggie didn't contribute anything. He probably wasn't all there yet.
Ron sighed. “Just try and cool it for now, okay? Please. The people I can rely on, so close to my wedding now, is starting to dwindle into the single digits. I can't lose either of you too,”
“We know, Ron. Sorry,” Betty said.
“Alright then. Let's do some rehearsing.”

To Betty's relief, Reggie played his role fine. She knew he wasn't all there, but neither was he completely gone. She took solace in the fact that she wasn't the one having to walk down the aisle – as ironic as the thought was – and only had to stand at the front. Reggie had really scraped at her inner walls. Each step hurt.
When the rehearsals were done and Ron was thanking them for being present – with a pointed look at Betty and Reg – he slipped out. Betty gave Ron a troubled look, then ran out to chase him.
“Reggie! Reg!” Betty called as she chased his back.
“Let me go, Bets. I just want to get out of here,” he said, fumbling with his car keys, seeming to forget which one opened his door. Betty took it from him silently, then clicked the button. The Porsche flashed its affirmation that the car doors had been unlocked. Reggie flushed.
“I'll come too. Don't worry – you won't even realize I'm there,”
He thought about this for a long while. Just when Betty was sure he was going to tell her to buzz off, he nodded.
“Sure.”
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