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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 15

Betty looked around the hotel suite. She'd miss it, for sure. They'd made so many memories in the room. Some good... some bad. But she'd remember them all forever.
“Hey, Blondie. Ready to go?” He asked, grabbing the handle of her only suitcase.
“Mm-hmm. I guess,” She said, looking around the place one last time.
“You'll be back. Someday,” He assured her. She smiled, and nodded.
“Let's go,” she said, and she let the door close behind her, locking automatically.

“It's a nice day,” He reflected. She looked up. There were no clouds in the sky – it was just blue all the way through. She squinted at the golden globe hanging high in the sky, radiating warmth and merriment.
“It's a perfect day,” she agreed.
“And no best man duties. That's always a plus,” Reggie said.
“Yeah. I'm glad Archie put his foot down and made Ron take today off,”
Reggie snorted. “Finally. I was sick of watching him get bossed around,”
“It's Ron, though. She can boss around anyone,”
He nodded his agreement. “Aaand... we're here,” He turned into the driveway, and Betty looked up at the house with a smile. She'd been here quite a few times in her childhood, and it still looked the same. “Welcome to Mantle Manor,”
“Cute,” she laughed. He retrieved her suitcase from the boot, then led her up the steps. He unlocked the door and guided her inside as well. She gazed around, glad to see that it had remained the same inside too. “This place hasn't changed a bit,”
“Yeah, well... My parents aren't exactly one for change,” He said.
“Speaking of your parents, where are they?”
“Dad's at work and mom's...” He walked into the kitchen, where there was a note on the fridge. “...grocery shopping,”
Betty raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you sure it's okay for me to be staying here then? Did you even ask them?”
“I did. I talked to them about it last night, and they said they were fine...” Betty narrowed her eyes at him, looking dubious. “They really are fine with it!”
“Sure,” she said sarcastically.
“I don't like your tone, Blondie,” His eyes narrowed.
“I have no idea what you're talking about,” She said, playing innocent.
“Fine. I'll prove it to you. Mom said she'd get the guest room ready,” He said. “And then you're going to eat your words. Or your tone.”
She shook her head as she followed him up the stairs. He opened the door to a room at the end of a corridor, where the room truly was prepared. There was a double bed in the middle, with what smelled like clean sheets. There was a wardrobe as well, which she would later discover was empty, but clean, for her to store her clothes in. The desk against the wall, opposite the bed, was bare except for a vase with fresh flowers in them. There was an in-built window seat as well, and on it were some cushions that matched the bedcovers as well as the curtains.
“...Wow,” she said, admiring the room. “Just... wow. Your mom didn't have to do all this...”
“Eh. Probably didn't take much effort. The flowers are from her garden,” He said, placing her suitcase against the walls and leaping into her bed, wrinkling the bedcovers.
She frowned her disapproval. “Of course it is. She didn't have to do anything for me,”
“You're her guest. Besides, they think we're going out too,”
Her eyes widened. “They do?”
“Yeah. I think they just found out, though. They didn't ask me about it on the weekend, but my mother kind of hinted at it yesterday,” he said. “She asked me if you were going to be staying in the guest room or in my room,”
Betty didn't know what to say. “Then I'm even more grateful that they're letting me stay,”
“Of course we are,” He looked at her like she was stupid. “As if they're going to leave you without a place to stay,”
“Yeah...” She sighed. “I got a call from my agent this morning. He wants to know if I have a statement to release about my relationship with you,”
“Yeah, mine does too. What do you say, Blondie? Think we should make it public?”
“Make what public? It's not like we're going out,”
He shrugged. “Everybody thinks we are, so we might as well say we are. We can pretend break up in a month,”
“...Maybe,” was her answer. “I don't know yet. Let me think about it for a while,”
“Whatever you say, Bets,” He closed his eyes, relaxing completely as he lay on the bed she'd be using for the next week and a half. She made herself busy unpacking her suitcase and keeping away her clothes in the wardrobe.
“So... what do you want to do for the rest of the day?” He asked after a moment.
“I don't know. I fee like going out to play. It's such a nice day, after all,”
“Mmm... I like that,” he pretty much purred.
“Reggie. When I say play, I don't mean sex,” His eyes opened and he looked at her in dismay. “I mean, let's go somewhere and just... play.”
“Like where?” He asked, sitting up.
She thought about this for a long moment, before it hit her. “I got it!”

“I haven't been here in ages!” she said – it felt fantastic. The sun on her face, the warm sand in between her toes. Heat thrummed all over her body, giving her a warm, fuzzy feeling.
“Where is this?” he asked, looking around curiously.
“It's a secluded part of the beach Ron and I found once,” Betty said.
“Kinda cold to be going to the beach though, don't you think?” He asked as the breeze blew at them, drawing a shiver from the couple.
“Yeah, well...” she said. “It's not like we were planning to go swimming or anything...”
“Then what are we gonna do here?”
She removed the towel from her bag and placed it on the ground. “We'll just hang,” She removed the tie holding up her hair into her ponytail, then lay down on the towel, enjoying the feel of the sun on her face and the cold breeze counteracting it. He peered into her bag and grunted.
“You only brought one towel?”
“Of course,” She replied. She looked up at him, smiling lazily. “Didn't you bring one?”
His eyes narrowed at the blonde. So he did the only thing he could – he collapsed on top of her. She squealed in surprise.
“Get off!” She shoved at him.
“Uh-uh, Blondie. You asked for this,” He bounced a little, causing her to whine loudly in protest.
“Reggie!”
“Scoot over,” he said. She halted her struggling for a moment and glanced up at him. He was right above her, his face far closer than she had first thought – so close that his nose bumped into hers while she was looking at him. Her blue eyes met his, and for the first time she noticed how long his eyelashes were.
“I can't with your big head in the way,” she teased, her pink lips curling in her mirth.
“Oh really? Not even when I do this?” he asked, nuzzling her neck. She giggled as his hair tickled her face and his nose rubbed against the tender skin of her neck.
“Stop!” She could barely get out the words amid all her giggling. She reached out and tried to push him away – it ended up with her holding his hair out of his face as he lifted his head, her hand on her forehead. He stared at her, and she returned the favor. She couldn't say she wasn't expecting it when he leaned forward and kissed her. She reciprocated with the force of the waves that crashed against each other just a bit away from their feet, her arms winding around his neck to pull him forward. His gripped her shoulders, feeling how frail they were beneath her sweater.
He released her briefly to take a breath and hesitated for a second – she knew why.
She took the opportunity to kiss him on his neck, imitating his movements when he touched her. “Reggie...” Her words reverberated against his neck, and the feeling sent a shiver down his spine. Before he knew it, he was encouraging her. Not so much verbally, but with his fingers, the way they tightened around her shoulders, stroking them occasionally.
Betty nibbled at his nape, taking in the smell of his expensive yet subtle cologne, deciding she liked the scent of it, though it couldn't compare with the way Reggie normally smelled – a unique, pleasant, clean smell. “Are you still sore?” She heard him whisper into her ear.
Withdrawing from him, then running a finger over the darkened mark that she'd made, caused a smile to stretch over her face. She shook her head. “Just... be gentle, okay?”
“I will,” He said, his hand leaving her shoulder to cup and stroke her face. She nodded, that same angelic smile still on her face. Her mouth formed three words that caused him surprise.
I trust you. No sound was behind those words.
He kissed her temple. “I'll go slow,”
Reggie showered her with soft little kisses, she felt like she was being tickled by a feather. A low moan built up in her throat, which she drew out as it left her lips. His hands stroked her sensitive skin, from her arms all the way the her waist, where it stopped to encircle her.
She lifted her arms and cupped his cheeks with her hands, pulling him away from her cleavage. She guided his face to hers, and kissed him hard. His fingers at her waist dug in to her skin, only for Reggie to abruptly lighten the pressure the moment he was aware of it. He drew back.
“Sorry,” He even looked apologetic. She smiled.
“It's okay. It didn't hurt,” she told him honestly. His fingers left her though, before curling around the fabric of her collar. He drew it down, tucking it under her breasts. He then removed her bra, barely struggling with the task despite the fact that the hooks were under her. The moment her bosom was exposed, the cold air teased at her nipples, causing the peaks to stiffen up. Reggie lathed them in his saliva for good measure which promptly dried up, causing her to shiver, arching her back and brushing the hardened tips against him.
He laughed and sucked them into his mouth, catching some of her softness as well. He worked her sensitive nub with his tongue expertly, making her putty in his hands.
And then he did the same to the other one.
She lay there, thinking it couldn't possibly get any better, when he flipped her skirt up. She pulled herself up a little, enough so that she could see his frown as he learned that she was wearing skin-colored tights underneath. The frown soon disappeared, a mischievous grin replacing it. A sudden mix of dread and anticipation mixed in her belly.
His head disappeared under her skirt, and she assumed he was going to pull off her tights. She was dead wrong. He gently tugged her legs apart, before she felt pressure at her core. Moments later, wetness. After a moment it hit her – he was licking her through her tights, and her panties. His tongue poked and prodded at her, licking the length of her – and the thought that he was doing it over her clothes somehow managed to arouse her even further.
Her panties quickly got very, very damp, with the wet spot spreading out further and further. She didn't know if it was from her secretions, or from his saliva. And honestly – she didn't care.
It took far too long for him to finally tear the fabric of her tights apart, and then the one of her panties as well, for her tastes. Finally she felt his tongue on her, inside her, prodding her everywhere, flicking at her clit and then delving inside her.
She felt like a fish that had washed up on the beach, writhing and squealing as he took her to heights that weren't new to her and shouldn't have felt quite as incredible, and yet was.
And just as she thought she was going to start falling back to Earth, he stopped, causing her to feel like she had cold water splashed on her instead.
“Why?” She wailed, feeling somewhat disoriented.
“Sorry Blondie,” She could hear the mirth in his voice. “I want you to want this as much as I do,”
“Ugh!” She couldn't help voicing out her frustration. She lifted her hips to him, thrusting at empty air, aching for something more, just as she heard him unzipping his pants.
And then that silken pressure at her entrance. She nearly cried out in relief, just managing to stifle the ridiculous sound in her throat. He ran his penis up and down her slit, getting it wet in what she was sure was definitely not his saliva. He kept stroking it, until she made a sound of impatience.
He laughed. “Something you want, Bets?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Don't make me beg,”
“Are you sure? I'd kind of like to see how you plan on convincing me,” The irritated look she threw him made him chuckle.
She opened her mouth to retort, when he nudged against her opening. She looked up at him expectantly. He was smiling sweetly at her, his expression almost too innocent. He moved forward slightly. Barely half an inch. Then he paused. Her frowned deepened as her lust and impatience grew.
“Reggie,” she growled.
“Is this slow enough for you?” He asked as he kissed her lips, seeming oblivious to her mounting annoyance.
“This is ridiculous,” She said, trying to thrust her hips at him, but one of his hands had snaked down and held her thigh down, as if he had been expecting the attack. But his restraint wasn't entirely successful – she managed to sink him deeper by an inch. She sighed in satisfaction, then caught herself. Why would just that tiny bit placate her?
The feeling of satisfaction soon wore off though, and the urge to feel more grew to overwhelming amounts.
“Patience, Blondie,” He teased, moving forward slightly again. She leaned back and groaned softly – even when he was being gentle, Reggie managed to make the experience both annoying and pleasurable. Her insides gripped him eagerly, wanting to feel more. He slid further in and she curled her legs around his waist, breaking his hold on her thigh.
She arched her back too – all tiny motions that managed to push him that little bit further inside her. She savored each tiny insertion, her nerves so sensitive – and almost desperate – that she could feel the veins of his shaft throbbing.
Halfway through he looked down into her cloudy eyes, and she thought she could see a somewhat concerned expression on him as he looked down at her.
“Any pain?” The words were muffled, drowned out by the sound of her heart beating in her ears.
“Yes, Oh God yes,” she groaned.
He looked down at her, panicked. “There is?”
“Yes. I need you in me, it aches so much,” She answered.
He stared at her a moment, before bursting out laughing. “Then let me soothe your pain,” he said, leaning down to kiss her, before driving himself completely in. She clutched him closer, winding her arms around his neck and drawing him near.
Devoting himself completely to the kiss, he didn't move anymore. He stayed, sheathed to the hilt, within her as he ravaged her mouth. When he withdrew, allowing her the chance to take in some air he did the same with another part of his body – before ramming himself back in.
“Reggie,” she moaned.
He found a steady rhythm within seconds, and pumped himself in and out of her. He didn't go fast like usual – his strokes were even and hard. All the while he kissed her, stroked her, pleasured her. He made her feel... loved. Cherished, like a china doll that was meant to be handled with care.
She found herself swept in his ministrations, and began to reciprocate. She suckled his skin wherever she could, ensuring that she left as many marks as she could. He hands roamed his well-muscled body, searching for flaws and finding none.
It slammed into her, and she loved the power in his frame, built from years of playing sport and being a star athlete.
“Reggie,” she murmured again. Hearing the sound of his name, his mouth met hers once more, kissing her deep.
When the kiss broke, she noticed his pace had accelerated, desperately seeking release. She knew, because she was the same. Her hips ground into his, trying to get him deeper inside her, to have him stroke her inside harder.
She cried out as she felt herself reach the orgasm she'd so sought before, throwing her arms around him and holding him close. He made a soft noise of exultation, before she felt him twitch and empty himself inside her. They quivered and shook, holding each other as they found themselves lost in their mutual climaxes.
Betty felt Reggie lower himself, so that he was draped over her. His head collapsed right beside hers, she could feel him breathing hard against the towel, some of his expelled air causing a blonde strand on her forehead to tickle her.
“How was that for slow, Blondie?” He asked between pants, and she felt his lips press against her cheek.
“Amazing,” she sighed. He chuckled.
“Good, cause I'm not done,” She squealed as he flipped her over on the towel, promptly getting her on her hands and knees, before thrusting himself deep inside her.
By the end they both had lovebites all over each others' body.
Sated, they lay on the towel, cuddling close so that they didn't lose heat as easily.
“Can't believe you ruined another of my underwear,” She muttered. Air was blowing up her skirt, against her wet folds, still leaking his thick seed.
“And your stockings too,” he said almost triumphantly.
“Ugh,”
He laughed. “I'll take you shopping some time. I'll pick you out some of the underwear I like,”
“Ugh,” she said again, and his laughter this time was even harder. His body jostled hers as it shook with his laugh. “If we go out in public, we'll have to make a statement about our relationship, though,”
“Yeah, I guess we would,”
Thoughtful silence fell on them.
“So what do you say, Bets? Wanna play happy couple with me?” he asked.
She touched a dark mark on her chest that he had made and sighed. “Fine. But we'll release a statement only after the wedding. I don't want to have Ron upset at me for stealing the limelight,”
“Deal.”
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