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Jerk of Hearts, Queen of Spades	By : xyggimartak Category: Comics > Archie & Co. Views: 4306 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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________________________________EPILOGUE
________________________________YEARS PASS...

Two quick swipes across the surface of his dark-wash jeans cleared the sweat from Reggie's palms as he stood in the hallway. Why was it so hot? There were still three weeks until the start of Summer. The gods had conspired against him in the form of this heat wave, causing it at the worst possible time. He was finally here. Nine months was far, FAR too long - Midge hadn't returned to Riverdale for Christmas Vacation or Spring Break. All that time apart... it was almost as if he wouldn't know her anymore. Of course, that was mostly foolish of him to think, they spoke on the phone occasionally, and always on Sunday nights. They had initially set aside Saturdays, but too often one or both of them were out partying with friends or invited to dinner with a professor or something. Sundays worked out better. But the phone wasn't enough for either of them.

This was getting ludicrous. He frowned, he squirmed... he knocked.

No answer. Why would she? Cold feet. Some boy she used to date back in high school had come calling, and she ducked out early, or was hiding in the bathroom until he went away. Why would she hang around to see him all this time later? Oh, if only they'd gotten into even ONE of the universities they had both applied to... but he'd only been wait-listed at Princeton, while she'd been accepted with open arms. All the rest were mismatched, with either one of them getting in or the other. Of course, he had hung on until the very last minute, hoping Princeton would turn up with one less student than they had anticipated. No such luck. Which is how they came to be seperated by so much distance.

Then there was a scrabbling of a chain on a door; he felt his bowels trying to release. This was it - moment of truth!

"Hver í fjandanum ert þú?"

That was not what he'd expected to find on the other side; a stocky, dark-eyed girl glaring up at him from under her dreadlocks. Different room; he'd written it down on wrong on his sticky note. "Uhh... no thanks, I gave at the office?"

"Kristjana, stop," came the voice he'd been waiting for. Midge poked her head around the door - and his heart exploded into his throat. Her silken hair was so much longer in the back, but still short and sporty on the sides and in front, the way he'd been imagining her with all his might every moment they'd been apart. Upon seeing him, she grinned wider. Since when did she wear blue sparkly lipstick? "Hey, boyfriend."

"Beautiful." He coughed. "I mean, hi."

"Ugh," the girl spat, face reflecting her words. "This kind of loving with googley eyes, I cannot want to see. You will be okay, kærasta?"

"Sure. Have fun." The girl laid a hand on Midge's forearm, then shot the interloper a disdainful look before stalking past and down the hallway. "Come in, come in - hurry up, you idiot!"

The main living area was messy, with magazines and books and DVD cases strewn everywhere. He had an instant to wonder if that was a bra hanging from a lampshade before Midge had snatched it away and stuffed it under a seat cushion. "So... hi!"

"Good eve," he said. Great - now he was nervous, and he was going to start using cheesy lines. It was like a train wreck. "What's the haps?"

"Oh... you know." She cleared her throat, fidgeting with her hands as she watched him expectantly. "Let me start over."

"Good, 'cause this is tanking, hard. Can I get a soda or something?"

"Sure." He followed her into the kitchen. "So I haven't even had the chance to call you much with finals kicking my ass. How did yours go?"

"Well, lucky for me they're over already," he said as he hopped up to take a seat on the counter, trying to make himself feel vaguely at home when all he really wanted to do was throw her over his shoulder and escape this weird location - which he blamed for the awkward tension. It was a defense mechanism, of course. The only real way to become comfortable with each other again was to talk, so talk he did. "Which means I can be released to pursue my lady love. Sorry to taint your bachelorette pad with my maleness."

"Oh, Kristjana does that often enough," she said with disgust. "If I come home one more weekend to find a necktie around the doorknob..."

Reggie grinned, pulling at his own necktie; Midge blushed slightly, but not as much as she would have when they were in high school. Things had changed, even by tiny increments. "Oh, there you go - that one."

She passed him the frosty can and got one for herself. "Last I heard," she said as she popped the top, "you, Chuck and Frankie had concocted this scheme to take over the world?"

"Not the world," he laughed easily after taking a huge gulp. Better. "Just the frat house. Those upper classmen guys are a bunch of ham-handed wolves, I'm tired of seeing the way they treat the girls on campus. Not to mention the gay-bashing. It's like they haven't grown up since junior high."

"Yeah," she said with a grimace. "You're okay in there, right?"

"I dunno. We're thinking about devesting ourselves of the greek system and getting a bungalow off campus in the fall. Especially because we want to do some band practice; can't let Archie, Betty and Jughead's three-piece combo hog all the spotlight. What about you? Still taking advantage of Ethel being in your morning classes?"

"No, that was only for those couple of weeks after Spring Break. I am glad she has the voice recorder, though. And speaking of those weeks..."

"Hmm?" he said around a mouthful of soda.

"Do you want to try it out?"

Reggie grinned suggestively. "Try what out? Your bed? Because the answer is yes."

"You know what I mean."

And then, instantly, completely, Reggie was sweating bullets. With all the effort he'd had to squander forcing himself to actually drive there and enter the apartment, to come off as casual when he was exponentially more excited to be in her presence again, had completely driven it from his mind. "Oh, yeah - YEAH! I mean... are you sure it's okay?"

A coy smile. "The doctor says it's been long enough. I still have a ways to go down the road of recovery, you know. But yeah; this, he gave me the green light for."

This felt indecent - almost ribald. Both cans of soda were entirely forgotten as she pulled him down a short hallway to the door at the end, and through into a tiny bedroom decorated with very artsy posters and some empty cookie bags. What a shoebox - Reggie promised himself that when their educations were finally at an end, they would find a huge, sprawling house comfortable enough to sleep sixteen. It would give them plenty of space for friends to drop over, and children if they decided they wanted any.

"Sorry," she whispered. "Final exams - stress eating." A shaking hand brushed the trash away, smoothing out her sheets before she pulled him straight down onto them, running her hands through his hair. "Holy shit, I missed you so much, it's- I can hardly believe..."

"You're sure that gruff girl won't storm back in here?" he half-laughed, letting a hesitant hand drift up to her arm.

"No," she said assuredly. "She knows she owes me for her cavalcade of boy-toys. Relax."

"Midge..." Her lips were so lush and amazing, just as he remembered - better. Nine months, he'd been thinking about these lips, wishing he had them. He wasn't going to waste a minute. Quickly, he'd peeled her maroon tank top up and off, unhooked her bra; somehow, his love had simultaneously made his shirt and tie vanish into the ether. "Ohhh..."

There were her breasts, silky and full, firm, irresistible. The nipples brushed over his chest before he interfered with his hands, relishing every aspect they presented. It had taken every ounce of restraint he posessed to keep from pouncing on every sorority girl that had paraded past him at school - he was still a hound at heart. But every time he started to open his mouth for a little harmless flirting, these breasts, those eyes and lips... her tinkling laughter filled his head, and he merely smiled and said "Nice day, isn't it?" Unfortunately, he had started to feel like a priest under an oath of celibacy. He was bursting at the seams for her.

Only two articles of clothing continued to bar his path to her, and he already had the mini-skirt off and flung atop her narrow computer desk. But as his hands moved toward her black-and-pink lace panties - she'd been planning for this, too! - she stopped him, whispering, "You first."

Reggie had never rid himself of his pants and shoes that fast in all his life. He was still only half-erect when she grasped him, and she grinned up at him with mirthful eyes. "Oh, right, and I suppose you're going to insinuate something, now."

"Am I surprising you?" she snickered. "Oh... there we go, wow. Guess distance makes the cock grow longer."

As her lips slid over the tip of the head, he leaned his head back, panting toward the ceiling. Was he really here, were they really with each other bodily once more? It felt like it could be a waking dream, a delusion brought on by too much sexual frustration. But that tongue felt very genuine. She went to town, hands sliding up his thighs and resting on his hips as she took it in, inch by inch, until he felt her bottom lip where shaft met sack. Always, she had been so professional about this, so thorough... yet enthusiastic. Flawless performance every time, but he knew she loved it - it showed through. She loved it because she loved him.

"I want you," he grunted madly. "Now, right now."

The dim light from the hallway and her computer screen reflected off his cock and the way she had lubricated it with her mouth as it slid outward. If not for the promise of what lay ahead, he would request she stay there by his shaft, because seeing her expectant face so beautiful beside it was giving him chills. She slowly eased backward, shaking like a tree in the storm, and he slid his hands from feet to hips - one fluid movement, slow and deliberate. He wanted her soon, but rushing it would only cheapen their reunion.

"Hold up for a second," she breathed, a frightened quality he had almost forgotten she could make creeping into the words. "It... what if you don't like it, what if-"

"Shh," he soothed. "It's still you."

Fingers slid under the elastic at the top, and he tugged down, sliding them over her thighs and to her ankles. He held them to his nose and breathed in, causing her breath to catch in her throat, before discarding them. Then, instead of moving in for the kill, he began kissing her feet, the toes, and then the tops, and then her ankles. "Reggie..."

As he climbed, her legs began to part, but he held them closed with his hands as he touched lips to a knee, then glided his face along her thigh. "This is what I need - your nearness. All else is icing."

Before she could reply, he did open her thighs. There, stripped down and vulnerable to the world they had created for themselves, he saw the true form Midge had been born without, revealed at last.

Reggie traced a finger along the soft, pliable lip on the right. The first moan she made was light and nearly silent, but full of fear and reservation. It gave and moved from his touch like oil on water, and he held it loosely between thumb and forefinger and tugged, barely enough to test. This moan was louder, but she gasped, "Careful, c- I..."

"What's wrong?" he said with a slight smile. "It's... amazing."

"It's lopsided," she hiccuped. "And I'm st-still really nervous that if I don't treat it with kid gloves, it'll- it'll fall apart, or rupture or something."

"Your doctor said it was all right." His tongue flicked out to the lip he wasn't holding onto, and her hand came to rest on the crown of his head; he could tell her original intention had been to push him away, but she changed her mind midway through the action. "Don't get all worked up. I'll be doing that part for you."

"Mmh..."

The throb her clitoris gave off when his lips found it was very real, and thrummed with energy. When her hips bucked, so did her labia, and he could see the inside flexing and undulating slightly as the rest of her moved. This was part of her, not some stage prop that had been glued over her "real anatomy". Tears stung his eyes as he placed two fingers a mere inch inside her and she gasped aloud, head thrown back. "Midge... we did it. We're finally who we're meant to be."

"Be with me now," she grunted hungrily, legs wide to admit anything he wanted to push. "Please? I... so long, I've wanted... it's like Disneyworld!"

"Eh?" he said, head snapping up. "Disneyworld?"

"Where all your dreams come true!"

Laughing aloud and trying not to make it sound derisive, he slid up with great speed and kissed her, rich, violent and wholly given over to their union. Her moistened opening was now sliding on the outside of his shaft, and he felt himself growing harder than he'd ever been, awaiting the promise of being with the woman he loved as man and woman for the first time. It had to be the most powerful aphrodisiac ever conceived.

"Are you ready?"

"Here," she panted, hand swatting and knocking over everything on her bedside table; he heard glass shatter. Finally, she managed to get the tiny drawer open and held up a familiar bottle. "It... this will be kind of necessary for the next couple of years, at least. Sorry... I know, if I were a real-"

"Don't you finish that," he reprimanded. "You are. And hey, it's not like we didn't need to grease the wheels before."

When her nose crinkled as she smiled, he knew waiting was no longer viable; he flipped the cap open and shot what was probably too much all over himself and into her opening, causing her to cackle at him - or with him, whichever. He placed the head at the entrance as he dropped the bottle onto the covers.

"Make love to your woman."

"Gladly."

It was like being born - emerging from a suffocating realm of darkness and senses-deadening silence into light, and sound, and sensation. It was almost as tight as he knew the other oriface to be, but somehow so much warmer, so much closer to the heart of her. Looking down into the expression of pure ecstasy she held, he could see precisely how long and greatly she'd been waiting for it; this was the final, irrefutable proof that she was Midge, and not anything else or anyone else. Reggie could have taken the time to point out that this wasn't what made her who she was... but he let her have her day. It was just as thrilling for him, as well.

Slowly at first, then with building speed, he slid in and out of the moistened cavity, felt further and further in. It went back so far! Part of him had been worried that, being created by man and not nature, it might not be able to fully accomidate his length, but there was no such worry. Had she told the surgeons his size so they could make sure? It was possible. Both of his hands came down and rested on her thighs, and at that moment she lifted them to give him easier access. For a few seconds, he watched himself going in and out of her, saw the offshoot at the top standing straight out. He released one of her legs and touched it, and she made a strangled gasp - too much too soon. Back to holding her, at the knees now, marveling at the difference in sensation and weight, at where his taut sack brushed her backside. Was she enjoying this?

Midge was tugging and squeezing her own breasts, heightening her own pleasure, lips wide and eyes shut. It must have been heaven. For Reggie, every time with her was heaven, before and now, which made it sort of a peaceful space for him; the only time he felt like everything was in its right place. Grinning, he pushed her feet back and threaded his fingers between her toes, holding her legs even farther apart and closer to her head.

"Ohh!" she exhaled, eyes flying open; he felt each toe flex around his fingers. "Oh, Reggie, you know I c-can't st-stand it when you do that!"

"I know," he said with a sinister chuckle. It drove her bonkers, which is why he did it; both opening her more and the sensation on her feet made it harder for her to brace against the raw feelings of coitus. Which meant all stimulation doubled - maybe tripled. She produced the best sounds he'd ever heard in real life or even the most far-fetched porn when he went at her like this. "Are you ready for the rocket?"

"The Rocket" was what they had started calling it when she was used to admitting him and they were ready to go full-out, building speed and pleasure until releasing. Mainly, this was because he was usually in her ass, which had such a delicate opening that it had to be conditioned before being ready to accept abuse like that. Somehow, he didn't think this was as great a concern here. She grinned deliriously, tongue even hanging out slightly as she panted. "Oh, baby... I've been ready for decades. Let's light this candle."

She was even starting to SOUND like him. "Roger wilco."

"UHHN!" she blurted at the first thrust; this was how they did it normally. "Oh my God, holy shit, Jesus!"

"That's a Hell-basket full of blasphemy," he snickered.

"It's so... oh, Reggie! Fill me up!"

Harder and harder he rode the neo-organ, taking her virginity all over again. He peeled her legs away from her body yet more, pushing the knees down, and he felt himself slipping into her yet farther than before. His ears began to ring from the sheer volume of her cries. Then, when he stopped inside her and waggled around slightly, she gasped aloud, "No no no, you c-can't do- AAAIH, too much, too much!"

"My apologies," he said in tones that made it clear he wasn't the least bit sorry. "Bite down on something, sugar."

"NYAAH, omigodomigodomiGOOOD!"

From that point on, he was relentless; this was what it was all about. Letting passion, emotion, FEEL take over, manipulate his movements and thoughts for him. Releasing to desire. He knew he was bending her back, and he saw her abdominals clench as she raised up - felt it inside her cunt. It was tighter! Laughing weakly, utterly dumbfounded by this, he felt his climax bubbling to the surface at lightspeed. Her toes were curling around his hands, digging in for dear life as she desperatley tried to regain control, to lessen the sensory overload she was experiencing, but she could find no purchase. She shook, she gasped, she screamed his name - and Reggie loosed deep within her.

"OHHHH!"

Her eyes flew open when she felt his seed spilling, and her mouth stretched wide to give off the earth-shattering noise that could probably be heard miles away. Back arched, joints in her toes whitening from their grip, she vibrated so much that he felt her actually coaxing more from him, felt what could almost have been a second load rip from his shaft and pour inside her. Then, limp as a cotton cloth, she fluttered back down to the bed, sweating and sucking in ragged breaths.

This time, when Reggie released her legs and fell down atop her, they were not in an awkward position where it became necessary for him to withdraw immediatley. And so, they stayed - whispering sweet nothings, petting each other's dampened bodies, smiling sated smiles. There, with him inside her, they both slumbered. Peace at last.

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Hours passed, and Reggie woke to find himself alone. What time was it? No clock to be spotted anywhere on the wall. After pulling his jeans back on, he found the bathroom and used it, then wandered out into the kitchen to find Midge rolling a few sausages onto plates next to the pancakes she had already made. It was so domestic that he laughed. "Morning, Honey."

"Evening, Sweetheart." She stuck her tongue out at him before picking up a glass on the counter. "Juice?"

"Uhh... wow, thanks." He downed half in one swig; how long had his throat been that dry? "What's, uh... going on, exactly?"

"Breakfast." Her smile came over shy. "Never once have we been able to wake up after sex and, y'know, act like a real couple. So, look - pancakes!"

"That is what they are," he laughed. "Where's my slippers and the morning paper, Harriet?"

She shook her head, and he watched her turn to dig through a pantry for the syrup - watched her shapely form, scarcely hidden by the silk bathrobe. If not for the breakfast she'd gone through the trouble to make, he'd have jumped all over her. "Afraid you'll have to settle for some after-meal TV and chilly feet."

"Your feet weren't so cold before."

A coy look over her shoulder as she handed him the bottle; the label proclaimed it to be some kind of high-end maple... with cashews. Reggie grinned to himself as she took both plates into her hands and headed for the table in the corner. "So, tell me. Be brutally honest, I want honesty."

"Fine. I think we're having breakfast for dinner, and your place is a shoebox."

Midge laughed. "Come on. Am I... were you satisfied?"

"I was always going to be satisfied." As he sat down, he put down his juice and snatched her hand up, sandwiching it between both of his. "Midge... you got my heart wrapped up in your eyes. Even if you'd taken off your pants and I saw antlers, I'd still be punch-drunk in love with you."

"Because I know you had some reservations," she said shakily. "That you'd miss the way I was. So did I, but-"

"That is NOT what I said," he cried, exasperated. "And I was joking. What I said was I hoped I didn't miss jerking you off, but... I mean, in the end, it's all the same hardware. Babies have the same organ when they're in the womb, and as they develop it turns into one thing or the other, right? So as long as you still have body parts I can run my grubby little hands over, I'm golden."

Her eyebrows spiked upward. "Somebody's been doing his research."

"And hey - whoever worked on you did a hell of a job. I report no defects in manufacturing; it felt plenty good, and looks picturesque. I give it five out of five stars."

"That's all thanks to Veronica," she said with a slight smile. "I... never told you, I guess I was embarrassed then or something, but she took me aside. You know, right after everybody found out."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. And she... she offered to pay whatever I couldn't." Midge's eyes were misting over now. "I figured she was just trying to be nice, but right after I started seriously contacting doctors last Fall, she called me up out of the blue and told me to cut it out - because she was flying in the top specialist from Thailand to take care of me. I'm at a loss as to how she found out I was in the market, or how she got the guy to agree, but she did. And he was worth every penny - I'm a woman now."

"You're legally a woman now," he corrected. "That's the biggest change. Don't ever forget that I've always known who you are. But... I might have to send Ronnie a thank-you card. Think Hallmark makes something for an occasion like this?"

"Do you really mean it?" she whispered, staring down into her pancakes. "You... think it worked, I'm not-"

"Let me see your driver's license."

Midge blinked, confused, but Reggie just sat there with expectant eyebrows. "Ohh... if you're asking if I had it changed, I did - you know I would first thing. Getting pulled over for speeding quickly devolved into a disaster before. Glad that's in the past. Hang on, where is it?"

Her purse had been slung over the back of the chair, so it took but a few seconds to produce it. There, directly under Midge Dorraine Klump, was the "F" she had sought after for so many years. Glancing back up at its owner, he saw she was grinning like a little kid.

"Great. That's all I needed."

When he stood, she looked worried. Then, when he dropped to one knee, she gasped, a hand going to her mouth.

"Figure you know how this next part goes," he said simply, producing the small box and holding it out for her to take. He watched patiently while she opened it, her eyes bulged, and she snapped it quickly shut as if afraid staring at it too long would burn her retinas. "Well?"

"What a rock! It's- it's ginormous!"

"Is that the technical designation?"

She shook her head slowly, lip trembling as she creaked the lid open just enough to take a peek before closing it once more. "Reggie... I... this is so much, b-b-but- but how can we? Knowing that the only reason we can is because I went through with the procedure, because before that we were... doesn't this make us-"

"Who gives a flying Dutchman?" he grunted. "This isn't about the laws, and the right-wing bigots and their attitudes, and politics, and equality, and all that crapola. This is you and me. And if even if you won't marry me, I want you to wear that - because certificate or no certificate, everybody should take note that you and I are inseperable."

"Then... will you wear one, t-" When she noticed Reggie was holding another box, she laughed. "Brother."

"Figured you might take that stance," he said, opening it with a flick of his thumb so she could examine it. "Course, mine's all manly-like, with the smaller diamond and wider band, but you can see the two little amethyst stones like yours, right? Because your favorite color is-"

And then they were rolling around the kitchen floor, lip-locked and grinning, the jewelry boxes forgotten momentarily. Five minutes later, they had recovered, and Midge was sitting on top of him, panting. "Yes."

"Huh?"

"A ceremony," she said sternly. "No wedding licenses until everybody can get them, but... I want to show you off. I want us to be partners in life and love forever. My answer is yes, Reggie Mantle. You may have the honor of being my betrothed."

Reggie frowned with comic exaggeration. "Does this mean I can't get us Mister-and-Missus towels?"

The punch in the arm was well-earned. "You are still such a JERK!"

"Yep," he chuckled. "But I'm YOUR jerk, Bantam Beauty."

By the time they got around to eating their breakfast-for-dinner, it was stone cold. Neither of them minded; after all, they had the rest of their lives to eat warm pancakes together.

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