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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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A/N: I'm really sorry, I don't think I've read enough of the comics to know much about Reggie's parents so I kind of just... made it up as I went. Anyone want to help rectify any wrongs?

Chapter 16

It was late when they finally got home. Reggie's parents were both home – their cars parked in their respective lots, a delicious smell coming from the house.
“Mom made steak. Nice,” Reggie sniffed the air appreciatively.
“I hope she didn't go through all that trouble for me,” Betty said, exiting the car. “I hope she'll let me cook dinner some time, to repay you guys for the kind hospitality,”
“Are you kidding me? She'll probably welcome it,”
“Good, because I finally mastered some of the recipes I'd been slaving over for ages,” Betty said, recalling the lonely few days when she was without Reggie, how she'd managed to finally achieve what she wanted.
“Awesome, because I've been dying to taste all that food you kept sending me pictures of. Licking my cell screen doesn't seem to do it justice, somehow,” She laughed as he unlocked the door and escorted her in.
Ricky looked up from where he was seated at the dining table, reading newspapers. He beamed the moment his eyes landed on Betty.
“Nice to see you again, Betty,”
“You too, Mr Mantle,”
“Like I've said before, call me Ricky,” His words transported her back to eight years ago, when she'd been a regular visitor at the Mantle household.
“Betty! Please, please, take a seat!” Vicky said as she hefted a plate laden with slabs of meat to the table. “Ricky, put those newspapers away, I don't want you getting any ink on my new tablecloth,”
“Yes, dear,” Ricky said, rising from his seat to set the papers in his hands in the rack.
“And wash those hands too,” Vicky added, her tone chiding.
Ricky gave a long-suffering sigh. “Yes, dear,” he echoed once more, before shooting Betty a smile.
“Betty, why are you still standing? Sit!” Vicky said. “Bring your girlfriend here, Reggie!”
“Yes, mom,” He said, walking to the dining room and pulling out a seat from the table. He gestured to it, looking pointedly at Betty. She sat, gingerly, feeling rude at sitting before her hosts could.
“Do you need any help?” She asked, directing the question to Vicky.
“Nope,” The woman replied cheerfully. “Reggie. Set the table,” she said, in a tone identifiably less hospitable and more commanding.
Betty couldn't help the giggle. Reggie rose from his seat, shooting her a see-what-I-have-to-put-up-with look. She watched Reggie get out the plates and set them out like a waiter. A hunky one at that.
All offers to help that she made were shot down and immediately dismissed, so she just kept watching as they prepared the meal. In mere moments, the occupants of the house were all seated at the table and they tucked in to the meal.
“This is amazing,” Betty exclaimed the moment she bit into the juicy steak.
A flush crept up Vicky's neck, painting her relatively wrinkle-free cheeks with colour. “Coming from a cooking star like you, that means a lot,”
“I mean it,” Betty said. “It's done perfectly,” and she wasn't lying or exaggerating even. Perfectly crispy on the outside, juicy and tender on the inside. Medium rare, just the way a steak should be, in her opinion. It was even flavoured to perfection – just enough, not overpowering or tasteless. Rosemary and thyme. “Mmm,” Betty hummed as the meat rested on her tongue.
“I'm looking forward to eating some of your cooking Betty, if you have time,”
“Absolutely,” Betty said.
“Good,” Vicky said with a smile.
“Reggie has told us so much about your food – and considering what a picky eater he is, that's a real feat!” Ricky said.
“Dad,” Reggie groaned.
His father ignored him. “He's always been so fussy. I won't eat this, I won't eat that, only the best of food would satisfy him,” Ricky shook his head. “I swear we would be millionaires by now if we didn't have to feed him,”
“Dad,” Reggie said again.
“I knew Reggie was picky, but I didn't think he was that bad,” Betty said.
“Oh he's always been terrible,” Vicky cut in, dishing some more salad onto her husband's plate. “He once threw a plate of meatloaf out the window because he doesn't like it,”
Betty stared at Reggie, who shrugged. She'd made him meatloaf for one of the meals back when they were staying in her hotel suite – she heard no complaints. In fact, she'd been sure there would be leftovers, but there had been none.
“Remember his first birthday, honey?” Ricky said after swallowing some rocket. “He didn't like the cake, so he spat it out all over his shirt?”
“Oh, yes,” Vicky said. “We even have the picture to prove it,”
“Really?” Betty's eyes sparkled. Vicky shot the blonde a grin and pushed away from the table.
“I'll be right back with it,”
“No, mom!” Reggie groaned loudly.
Vicky was true to her word, bringing back a huge thick album that made a loud thump sound when Vicky lowered it onto the table.
“Now, where was it?” She asked, ignoring the fact that her son had buried his head in his hands. “Ah, here,” Betty peered over Vicky's shoulder and giggled. Reggie was a chubby baby, despite being so picky he would spit out his birthday cake.
“I can't help it if I have high standards,” Reggie muttered.
“I'll say,” Vicky rolled her eyes, before she smiled at Betty. “I'm glad your standards in women have improved though,” Betty almost blushed, and she instantly felt a throb of guilt for deceiving Vicky, especially when the older woman gave her a hopeful look.
She looked away, trying to concentrate on anything but the look on Vicky's face. An expression that she found was echoed on Ricky's face. Instead, she turned her gaze downward, towards the photo album. There she found her salvation. She forgot all about Vicky's facial expression in mere milliseconds.
Betty burst out laughing, her eyes fixed on a photo of Reggie posing in an almost risque manner, his bare butt to the camera, looking over his shoulder with his finger on one of his rosebud lips. A mere toddler, posing like a supermodel. That had Reggie Mantle written all over it.
Vicky took a look at what had set Betty's giggles off, and laughed. “I almost forgot about that one. Someday I'm going to send it to the tabloids and make loads off of it,”
“Please mom... don't,” Reggie's voice was strangled, his face strained. This just made Betty laugh more.
The whole night they spent at the dinner table. The dessert course was simple – fruits and ice-cream. No one wanted to leave the table, except maybe Reggie, who was commanded by his father to stay and suffer the embarrassment. He complied, though with a lot of grumbling under his breath.
When the clock struck ten, his parents bade the couple farewell.
“Got to wake up early for work tomorrow,” Ricky said in way of an explanation.
“And when he wakes up, I have too,” Vicky said with a long-suffering sigh.
Betty laughed. “No problem at all, I'll do the dishes,”
Vicky blinked at her full sink, having forgotten about them. “Oh dear, seems like that's totally slipped my mind. Leave them there, Betty, and I'll do it in the morning. You are our guest after all,”
“Not at all, as a chef, I'm also a very experienced dishwasher,” Betty said, rising from her seat at the table. Reggie hurriedly shut the photo album, letting it slam with a satisfying thump. “Besides, I should be earning my keep,”
“I'll help her, mom. Don't worry,” Reggie said.
“You do that, Reggie. See you tomorrow,” Ricky said.
“Good night. Wake us up if you need anything,” Vicky told them. They nodded.
“Great. You got me volunteered for dish washing duties. What are you doing to me, Bets?” Reggie asked her.
“Improving you. Now get cracking,” She ordered, taking her place by the sink, rolling up her sleeves. He resigned himself to it, and gave a hefty sigh, before rolling up his sleeves. Like a convict marching to the gallows, he dragged his feet over to the sink, drawing a laugh from his blond companion.
Once he got there, he bumped her with his hip. She was nearly knocked off her feet. He laughed at her stunned expression. Making a sound of annoyance, she retaliated. He avoided. Soon, it was a game.
“Enough!” she finally said, trying hard to stifle her giggles, not wanting to wake Reggie's parents. “I need to do the dishes,”
“Sure, let me know how that goes,” He spun to leave but she caught him and all but chained him to the sink. In the end, he slumped and helped her rinse the dishes.
“You used to be so cute,” She noted, images of Reggie as a toddler flashing through her head. She glanced at him and heaved a pointed sigh. “I wonder what happened,”
“Don't make me flick you with soapy water,” he threatened. Her eyes narrowed.
“You wouldn't dare,”
He considered this in a mock-serious manner, before nodding solemnly. “You're right. I shouldn't tease you so close to bedtime. You might withhold sex,” He said in such a wise manner that she barked a laugh.
“Very funny. We're not having sex while your parents are home,” All life seemed to go out of him at that moment.
“But that's the only reason I invited you to stay at my place!”
“Well, too bad. You're going to have to keep it in your pants until we're actually alone. I don't want your parents hearing us or anything,”
“Bah. They're used to it,” She didn't respond to that implication. She had heard with her own ears the stories of his many conquests. “Well, if we're not going to fornicate, what are we going to do?”
She pondered this. “Do you still have your graduation album?”
“Yeah... 'Course. Why?”
She smiled at him.

A half-hour later they were curled up under a duvet, sharing the fluffy sheet and lying on Reggie's childhood bed. They giggled as they flipped through the pages and sipped the hot chocolate that Reggie had expertly made for them through instant sachets. Their fingers were still slightly wrinkled from doing the dishes but the shared warmth under the duvet was enough to counteract any discomfort from that.
“Ooh, look, look!” Betty exclaimed, pointing excitedly at a picture. “Remember that? The eating competition,”
Reggie groaned. “Don't remind me. Arch and I had that stupid bet, thinking we could beat Jughead. We were so dumb. I was sick for days afterward. I don't know what inspired us to act like such morons,”
“You guys have always been morons,” Betty teased. He nudged her with his foot. They were both lying on their stomachs next to each other under the thick layer of comfyness. “Don't touch me with your feet, they're cold,”
He just poked her again, most insistently. She rolled her eyes, and decided to employ a different strategy.
“Oh, look at this,” she sighed. “The senior beauty contest,”
He smiled. “Yeah. Look, there's even a picture of Cheryl and Ron having a tug of war with the trophy,”
“Best picture ever,”
“Agreed,” Reggie nodded as they studied the faces of the eighteen year olds, red from exertion as they pulled and pulled on that trophy. The camera didn't catch it, but eventually the trophy broke. Cheryl ended up with the larger piece, and Ron chased her all over the school for it.
“Think the mistake was making Archie a judge. He was the one who decided they were a draw for the winner's spot,” Betty said. Archie was in the background, going googly eyed over both the redhead and brunette despite their raucous behavior, not paying any attention to the first runner up, her, who was standing right beside him, making eyes at him of course.
“Nah, the mistake was not crowning you queen. That would have solved the problem, and you totally deserved it,” Reggie commented.
Betty laughed. “That's funny, Reggie,”
He blinked at her. “What's funny?”
“The joke you just made. About me winning,”
“That wasn't a joke,”
She studied his face carefully. He was serious. “You thought I should have won?”
“Yeah. Of course. I mean, your talent was way more useful that Cheryl's useless how-to-pick-out-the-perfect-outfit-from-trash and Ron's runway show. Not that I didn't enjoy Ron's show, but yours was... incredible,”
Betty could still remember the steps for the dance she did for the talent portion. She had practiced and practiced, only to lose to... them.
“Yeah, I remember. You were the first to stand to your feet after, weren't you?” she said, smiling as she reminisced.
“And holler my lungs out,”
“I remember that too,”
“You should have won,”
She shrugged. Years had passed. She accepted it – it's not like she had ever won against Cheryl or Ron anyhow. Not even now, so many years later. “They were just more beautiful than I am. It's no big deal,”
“No. You're the most beautiful,”
She stared at him, stunned for a moment. Was this the man who had devoted pretty much his entire adult life, and most of his adolescent, chasing after Ron? Did he just call her the most beautiful?
Something was up. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Reggie. “You're just saying that now because you want sex, don't you?” she teased.
He grinned. “Was it that obvious?”
She rolled her eyes, but she couldn't deny that part of her was sort of disappointed. She'd thought maybe... he really meant it.
“I did think you were the hottest that day though. If I were the judge, things would have gone down differently,” Reggie said, flipping a page of the photo album before hi. “Then again, I always thought you were hot. I never made a move on you because I know you only had eyes for Archie, though,” Reggie confessed nonchalantly, as if he was talking about the weather. But from the way his eyes stayed fixed on the photo, Betty knew it had definitely been hard to admit.
“But you didn't like me, right? Just Ron, right?” she said to confirm. The night was getting weird.
“Yeah, duh. But you've always been one nice piece of ass,” He grinned at her. She wanted to poke him in the eyes.
If only they weren't so pretty, I would jab his eyes out... She grumbled in her head.
“Well, I'm glad you decided to make me your friend rather than just another one of your conquests,”
“You'd never be just one of my conquests, Blondie. Even if we'd slept together in high school,” He spoke simply, again, as if it was matter-of-fact. The words told a different story, though, and they touched her deeply, somewhere she thought only a certain redhead could access.
Reggie was always doing this to her. He could get on her nerves so much she wanted to skin him. And yet he understood her. Perhaps more than anyone else in this world.
“Reggie,” The moment he turned his head towards her, she leaned forward and pecked him on the lips. His eyes widened, having not expected it. She drew back, and he was still looking at her in surprise. “Thank you,”
“For what?”
“I don't know. I'm just thankful,” She said, nuzzling his face. As she did, he cupped her cheeks, catching her and holding her still as he kissed her. Over and over again, he pecked at her lips. Before finally their lips met in a slow, breathtaking kiss. “I said no sex,” she berated a minute or two later, her voice low and husky. He was lying above her, having rolled her under him as his body pressed hers into the mattress.
“This isn't sex,” he said innocently. Too innocently.
She frowned, but before she could say another word, he was shimmying down her body, caressing her curves beneath the duvet. “Reggie,” she half-moaned, half-groaned, all she could see were fabric bumps in the duvet as they shifted about.
“Hmm?” He sounded distracted. Maybe because he was busy pulling down her panties, having flipped up her skirt. She waited in anticipation, wondering what he would do next. Would he resurface, kiss her, then take her? Despite what she had said earlier? Or will he seek some kind of loophole, some sort of... alternative sex?
She felt something moist and warm at her already weeping entrance. Alternative sex it is then, I guess. She realized as he swept across her slit with his tongue. She shuddered. He teased all around her erogenous area, but never quite delving into her or touching her where she wanted him most – her clit.
“Reggie!”
“Just a minute, honey,” He said pleasantly, his voice muffled beneath the sheets. She could hear him panting, hear herself panting as she started sticking to the sheets as her thighs got exceedingly sweaty.
She jerked as finally he touched her clit. Just once. Softly, like a little, accidental flick. Her hands clenched into fists and she widened her legs to allow him better access. His tongue ran around her lips again, in circles. Around and around – and then another casual contact on her clit. The teasing was driving her mad. She squirmed. He held her down, placing a hand on her abdomen to prevent her from moving.
Just when she was contemplating reaching down and pressing his face where she wanted his attention most, he gave her what she wanted. Without any warning, he nibbled on her clit lightly, then began sucking on it. She only just managed to stifle her cry of surprise.
His tongue curled around the sensitive little bead, then flicked it. Not enough to hurt but for it to send waves of pleasure all over her body.
Her vision got hazy and just as she was about to blank out, his tongue left her sensitive nub. She let out a moan of protest, but it immediately morphed to one of utmost pleasure as his tongue wiggled into her. It squirmed its way further inside her, tunneling itself in as the walls closed in around it.
“Reggie..” Every touch made her tingle, from the way his tongue carefully swiped and explored every inch of her insides to the way his hands gripped her thighs so that he could bring her closer to his face.
It cannot get better than this. She was thinking to herself when his tongue twisted further into her, working like a long, prehensile muscle to touch her most sensitive areas. Her whole body jerked in protest before spasming as she felt her whole world go blank for a minute.
Betty felt nothing but pure ecstasy.
When she came to, Reggie was cleaning her up, licking up the last vestiges of her climax. He rose up, under the blankets, his hair plastered to his forehead. He was panting as much as she was. He lowered his head and kissed her. She could taste the odd flavor of herself on his tongue.
“Reggie,” she moaned against his mouth, trying to deepen the kiss...
...When he withdrew, smiled at her, and kissed her on the forehead.
She stared at him, stunned.
“Well, good night,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You should probably go back to your room now,” He then rolled over and pulled the sheet back over himself.
Her eyes remained fixed on him, but she was reeling. “You're kidding, right?”
“Not really,” he peeked at her over his shoulder. “You said no sex, right?”
“Bu-bu-buh...”
“What? Your legs are all weak from my amazing technique and you can't walk?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her suggestively. But she didn't react at all. He sighed heavily, seeming to resign himself to something. “Fine,”
He rose from the bed and she watched him, still stunned. She only came to life when he tugged her into his arms, and carried her from the bed, bridal-style.
“Reggie! What-”
“Shh. My parents are sleeping,”
She clamped her mouth shut and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck as he led her out the room. He pattered down the hallway and got her to her room. She assisted him in switching the lights on and he dropped her onto the bed.
“Okay, good night. Don't let the bed bugs bite, okay?” He said, tucking her in.
“Wait, Reggie- You're serious? You're really not-”
“I'll see you in the morning,” He winked at her, killed the lights and closed the guest bedroom door.
Leaving her staring in the dark at where he had just been standing.
It was moments later when she finally started giggling, before it grew into a full blown laugh. She snuggled into bed and thought to herself about how amazing Reggie could be sometimes. Just when she thought she knew what he was thinking... he did this.
And he didn't even ask me to blow him in return. She thought, admiration coloring her thoughts. She settled into bed, smiling widely.
It had been a while since Betty Cooper was genuinely that happy. Her eyes closed and she fell into a deep, comfortable sleep.
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