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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 9

“It's so beautiful,” The women went ga-ga over the bridesmaid designs. Betty stood to the side, glad that they were so distracted they didn't notice her making her third round to the bar counter. She wasn't surprised to find that Reggie was there. The only way they could survive this with barely any sleep, and horrible hangovers was to get drunk again.
He wordlessly poured her a glass of some of the best scotch she had ever tasted. Not that she really cared. They could have poured her home-made beer and she wouldn't have cared as long as it was alcohol.
“Oh gosh, the colors, the fabric – we can keep this dress, right?” Midge asked.
“Of course,” Ron said. She snapped her fingers and Giotto – her designer – and his assistants moved forward. “Now, for us to take your measurements,”
The assistants moved efficiently, taking the measurements of the three bridesmaids systematically. Realizing that she needed to be over there and not near the alcohol, Betty sighed. Reggie took the glass from her.
“Go ahead. I'll hold on to this for you. Or finish it. I haven't decided yet,” he said. She shot him a glare.
“You better not,”
“Yeah, yeah Blondie,” He said, but when she glanced back as she was walking away, she noticed him down her glass.
She inwardly growled. Seeing her, Giotto smiled. He shared a short conversation in Italian with Ron. She knew it was about her from the way they were glancing at her. Before she could speculate any further, he moved forward and personally took her measurements.
“You remembered them perfectly, Signorina Lodge- Ah, pardon me, I should start calling you Signora Lodge,” Giotto told Ron, who smiled.
“It's going to be Signora Andrews, Giotto,”
Giotto gave her a dubious look. “Yes. Of course,” He turned and snapped his fingers at his assistants, who retrieved a garment bag for him. They held it up before him, and he unzipped it – removing a gorgeous number with three different tones of colour which blended into each other horizontally – red, pink and white. It was made of lovely pleated chiffon as well, with a straight neckline and it had only one frilly strap holding it up.
Betty had seen the designs for the bridesmaids' gowns, and this was a little different. Theirs were fully in pink, though they were made in the same material. Also theirs didn't have the silk sash, their skirts were shorter and they had spaghetti straps.
“I committed your measurements to memory, Bets, and I got Giotto to make the maid of honour's dress early,” Ron informed Betty as she stood beside the blonde.
Betty gaped at the dress. It was a masterpiece. It was so beautiful, and yet simplistic enough not to overshadow the bride's dress. Of course, she was sure that even if they had made the maid of honour's dress elaborate, Ron's would still be the showstopper.
“You've got to try it on, Betty! I need to see what you look like in it,” Ron gushed.
“My assistants and I will help,” Giotto said.
“Oh, no, I don't need any help wearing the dress...” Betty said quickly.
“I'll help her,” Ron offered.
“No, I can really wear a dress by mys-” Betty began, but Ron was ignoring her. Ron took the dress from Giotto, put her hand in Betty's elbow and dragged her towards a guest room in the lavish mansion.

“Women,” Archie said with a laugh, watching Ron drag Betty to a room to treat her like a barbie doll. Reggie rolled his eyes behind Arch's back as he got himself another glass of the rich amber liquid the Lodge family seemed to have scores of. They weren't cheap stuff either.
“Whoa, Reg, if you're thirsty there's some water over there,” Chuck said, pointing to the tray of refreshments on the table.
“No, I'm good,” Reggie replied, holding up his glass in a mock-toast, before knocking it back. He didn't know what they were so concerned about – this was only his fifth glass... Or was it his eighth?
“Chuck, come over here! Look at this bridal dress designs!” Nancy called, waving him over. Reggie could tell Chuck was stifling a groan. Why women thought men would want to see their dresses were beyond them.
“You too, Moose!” Midge called.
“Duh... aren't we already married?” Moose asked quizzically.
“Oh who cares, I can wear these dresses any time,” Midge said, and Moose obediently joined her where she and Nancy were cooing over the book of Giotto's designs, as if it was an adorable baby. Chuck was a little more hesitant, but eventually he went over. Ethel shot longing looks at Jughead – who was too busy eating from the mini buffet the Lodge servants prepared – to entertain them. Ethel gave up when she realized it was futile.
“So, Archiekins!” Reggie slung an arm over Archie's shoulder. If he just wrapped his arm a little tighter he could cut off the redhead's oxygen supply... Reggie tried to put the murderous thoughts out of his mind. “You're going to be locked to the old ball and chain soon – how does it feel to be giving up your soul?” Reggie snickered.
“Well... I don't know, actually. It hasn't really hit me yet. I mean, I'm getting married. I can't believe it,” Archie answered.
“Yeah, and Ron too,” Reggie let out a low whistle, even though he wanted to do far more than that. “How did you score that?”
“I... I don't really know...” Archie said, and his hesitant tone gave Reggie pause. He removed his arm from his friend- no, enemy. Archenemy. Archie was slumping, looking kind of like how Reggie felt, and Reggie didn't think it was from the pressure of his arm.
“What's up, man? You don't look like the happy bridegroom you should be,” Which pissed Reggie off to no end. What reason did Archie have to be upset?
“I don't know. I just... I feel like we're moving too fast, y'know? I didn't think I'd be getting married at twenty-five. I feel like there's so much of my life I still haven't lived, so many more things I wanted to do,” Archie said, looking at the floor, and Reg realized – the dumbass carrot-top actually meant it.
“Dude. Are you fucking kidding me?” Archie's head snapped up at the sound of Reggie's voice. “You're getting married to the hottest chick in the whole of this continent – she's loaded, she's got a gorgeous body and she's someone so way out of your league everybody's wondering why she chose you. But she did. And here you are getting cold feet? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Reggie demanded.
Archie blinked. “I-I don't know. I guess I just... I'm a little nervous about this,” Archie scratched his head.
“Well, you'll screw this up if you keep acting that way,” Reggie's glass paused halfway to his mouth. What the hell was he doing? He should be encouraging Archie to screw this up. Then Ron would be all his.
“...You're right, Reg. Sorry. I don't know what came over me,” Archie said, running a hand through his hair.
Damn! I should have just agreed with him. Reggie cursed.
“You know what?” Reggie didn't like the look Archie was giving him. “I think I need someone like you. I'm probably going to be a little... stupid before the wedding. And I don't think I can count on Jughead to back me up all the time,” Archie glanced at his best man who was still busy stuffing his face. The buffet was three quarters empty by that point, though. Archie grimaced. “I think I'd appreciate some help from someone who can talk sense into me. So what do you say, pal? Would you be okay with being my co-best man?”
Reggie felt like the world had slowed down. Archie was asking him to be his co-best man? The man who was in love with his fiancee? Yeah, that would go great. He would seize any opportunity he could to sabotage the old basta- Wait. That was it. He smiled at Archie, turning on the full Mantle charm.
“Sure, Carrot-top. That sounds great,”

Ron breathed a happy sigh. And Betty had to admit, she understood the reason for the sigh. It was like the dress had been designed for her. It was amazing but it was almost as if... she complimented the dress as much as the it did her.
“I had a hand in designing this one, you know?” Ron winked at her reflection. “I know you perfectly, and I'm nothing if not a fashion guru,”
“Thanks, Ron,” Betty said, and meant it. It was at moments like this that Betty knew – her resentment against Veronica Lodge could never last. The woman could steal her lifelong crush and she would still forgive her – eventually – because she could be so, so, so sweet. And Betty had to admit, it wasn't like Ron had seduced Archie to spite her or anything.
Not that she approved of the union. No, she was still too far from that.
“Well, that settles it then. I can tick off Maid of Honor dress. I cannot think of a more perfect dress, this is my masterpiece,”
“Would you bride's gown be the masterpiece?”
Ron thought about that, and grinned. “No, Betty dearest. That one is Giotto's masterpiece,”
Betty somehow managed to muster up a smile. The alcohol was starting to get her. “Am I going to get to see it?”
“Maybe,” Ron answered. “As long as you're willing to act as surprised as everyone else when you see it during the wedding,”
“Deal,”
“Need me to help you out or are you good?”
“I'm good,” Betty said.
“Okay then, I'm going to go join the girls. I need to talk some table arrangements and stuff. Join us soon?”
“Will do,” Ron nodded, and headed for the door. She opened it, and blinked at the person who had his knuckles held up to the door, ready to knock.
“Hey, Reg! Here to see Betty, huh?” Ron asked, smiling in this knowing manner that neither Betty nor Reggie liked. “I saw all the love marks by the way. Nice going,” She winked, and Betty was sure that Reggie wanted to kill himself at that point. She sure did.
Why did she agree to let Ron chat with her while she changed into the dress?
“You should see the ones she left on me,” Reggie said, inciting a thrilled 'Oooh' from Ronnie. Betty was inwardly tearing her hair out, knowing that all these comments would get back to Archie somehow.
“Maybe later,” Ron laughed merrily as she left. Reggie shut the door behind her, and groaned softly.
“You're an idiot,” Betty commented, so mortified by the stupid things he'd said to be nice to him.
“I thought she'd get pissed – envy and all that. But not even a tiny reaction,” Reggie sighed deeply to himself. Betty knew all too well of his pain. He looked up at the blonde, and his eyebrows rose. “Nice dress.”
“Thanks. Ron designed it. Apparently,”
“Really?” She nodded, then reached behind to unzip it. “Let me help,”
He made his way towards her, then his hands ran over the back of the dress. But she didn't hear any unzipping going on. “Reg?”
His touch ran lower still, down the slight puffy skirt, and to her thighs, where he abruptly tugged them back towards him so that her butt collided with his front. She blinked, as he poked her from behind.
“Reg, this isn't helping...”
“Are you sure?” He asked, his voice so velvety seductive it instantly produced a response in her. She unconsciously rubbed her thighs together.
“...Yes...” But the word that emerged from her throat was more of a moan than a convicted answer.
“Not even when I do this?” He asked, and pinched her nipples between his fingers through the dress. “Or this?” His knee rose between her legs, and pressed against her heated spot. She didn't even know when she had parted her legs, obviously in anticipation for him.
The one time she'd gotten her breasts groped was in high school, while she was making out with some guy on the basketball team in an attempt to forget Archie – which of course failed – and he'd tried to skip over to second base, thinking that her willingness to kiss him was consent to move forward.
It wasn't.
He wasn't even good at it. He just squeezed them roughly, making it hurt more than anything else. All he wanted was his own pleasure out of it, to feel triumphant that he'd got to squeeze boobs.
Suffice to say, she'd never dated him again. She'd also made him cry when she slapped him a little harder than she probably should have.
So Betty had expected that someone touching her breasts would never feel good... but Reggie was. Which was weird, because he wasn't even being any gentler. His touch though, aroused her like crazy. Was it just because of how turned on she was, or had Reggie mastered the art of groping?
...She was never going to tell him that, even if he was an expert of it. He had enough hot air for a head as it was.
Her hair started to tumble out of the ponytail she had hurriedly put it in that moment, and she looked down. Both his hands were still on her bosom. She glanced behind, and noted that her hair tie was in his mouth. He used his mouth and tossed it onto the ground. Then he leaned forward and sniffed her hair.
“Mm... you smell nice, Blondie,” he muttered.
She didn't think it appropriate to point out that he had used the same shampoo that morning. So she pushed her ass back against him instead, then wiggled it on the hard bulge she could feel. He groaned, and she smiled. The fingers tightened on her breasts, and she let out a moan too. In fact, she put her hands over his and encouraged him to grope her harder. She wasn't in the mood for lovey affection, she just wanted to feel pure lust and she already knew Reggie could give her that.
And apparently she could do the same to him.
She removed her hands from his. She glanced behind her shoulder, then slowly lifted up her skirt to expose her butt, trying not to think too closely about what the hell she was doing, knowing that would only make her chicken out of this arrangement she had found herself in with Reggie.
As she predicted, his hands slid down from her breasts, crossing her stomach, until it landed on her rear end. The grip on her butt cheeks were even rougher than when they were on her chest.
He rubbed his crotch against her as he fondled her ass, and she stuck it out even further so that the friction will get to the rapidly swelling bead atop her entrance. She reached behind and felt him move himself away from her for the moment, curious as to what she was doing. She unzipped him with little difficulty, then pulled out the raging erection from within his pants.
Moving the fabric of her panties to one side, she then proceeded to use the head of his cock to rub against her sensitive clitoris, smearing the weeping pre-cum all over her slit.
“Augh... Blondie... that feels amazing,” His hands were circling her butt now, stroking the ample flesh. She threw her head back and moaned, enjoying the friction between the velvet tip and her hot, swollen bundle of nerves.
The length of his cock settled against her slit, and she slid herself on it, lubricating it easily.
“Reggie... we don't have much time... Just put it in quickly,” So much for being the good girl – she couldn't believe she had succumbed to having quickies with someone she didn't even love.
“Got it,” He guided her to the wall, then practically shoved her into it. She was about to bend forward, stick out her ass to Reggie, but he stopped her. He held her upright, then inserted himself into her. She cried out – the angle was totally different. He was stabbing her somewhere really sensitive, thanks to them doing it upright. “Good?” his lips brushed her earlobe as he spoke, his tone teasing.
She let out a strangled moan in response. Goosebumps rose all over her flesh from how good it was. He made small little movements as he was pressed against that insanely erogenous area, stimulating it. Her body flailed in his arms, having never experienced such a thing before.
His arms wrapped around her chiffon-covered midriff, and then he started moving. It was a slow, steady rocking. She wanted to be annoyed at how slowly he was going, at how he was not dominating her and fucking her brains out until she could no longer dwell on her heartbreak. But she noticed – he was. Without even much effort. He was pounding over and over again into that sensitive spot, somehow managing to get each thrust on target.
“Too... good...” she gasped out. She could hear him chuckle, his breath hot against her ear. She started moving back against him, meeting his thrusts.
Her nails dug into the wallpaper. She'd been trying so hard not to do that, but then Reggie sped up and she couldn't survive without getting a steady hold in something. Reggie seemed to have the same thoughts, because she felt him grasp her butt flesh abruptly. He leaned his head on her shoulder and growled lowly, in this wild, raw way that made her tingle.
Without realizing it, her inner muscles coiled around him tightly, squeezing him in her excitement. The thrusts in and out of her quickened as he found himself hooked in moving while she held him in such a tight vice.
The exertion on both their parts started to take its toll and perspiration rolled down Betty's chest, into her cleavage. She thought about how she was getting this beautiful, new, extremely important and possibly insanely expensive dress drenched with salty wetness.
So why didn't she care more about it?
All she could concentrate on was the solid presence sliding in and out of her, the way it rubbed against her already highly sensitive vaginal walls and how it prodded against her super erogenous spot.
The way he was letting out soft moan and groans against her ear was also very distracting. His breath was tickling her neck and the sounds were making her heart beat even more rapidly than it already was.
One of Betty's hands moved from the wall, to between her thighs, where she started massaging herself. She was close to an orgasm and while she wasn't as much of an expert as Reggie was she tried to quicken her rise to the peak.
For his part, he tried to help her, one of his hands stroked the inside of one of her thighs, while the other was on her hip, maneuvering her back to further sheathe him. He continued to drive himself into her powerfully, even as she twiddled herself into a climax.
When she felt her body give that first twitch as her mind whirled, she cheered inwardly. The cock within her didn't pause as she compressed it over and over again in her orgasm while spraying it with her juices. Her body thrashed in his arms, but he didn't let her go.
It was over too quick, but her body jerked each time he encased himself within her, nudging her hypersensitive flesh, making her cry out for him to stop, to pause, to just give her a second more to recover.
But he was enjoying those jerks – they made her tighten up her already narrow opening.
She settled for wriggling and crying out his names as he drilled into her without a care. She knew he was close to his climax and in an attempt to relieve herself of having him jostling her sensitive muscles, she reached below her and started stroking his balls every time they swung forward with the force of his thrusts.
Later she would be horrified at her bold actions but at the moment all she wanted was to be given a moment to melt onto the ground with satisfaction.
“Betty, agh!” was his cry as he brutally pounded into her a few more times, delving so deep into her she felt his testicles with the lips of her pussy.
He bucked into her as he lost control of his body. She had one hand on his balls and she felt them twitch and pulse as they discharged their contents into her clenching sheath. She breathed a sigh of relief as finally he'd stopped moving, but it was short-lived. The warmth of his ejaculation started to spread through her canal, and she let out a low moan as it crept across the sensitive walls.
She gasped against the wall – was it because it was shorter that it had somehow felt more intense? Her body was still throbbing with pleasure. Almost her entire weight was being supported by both Reggie and the wall because she didn't have the strength to stand.
The cock inside her then slipped out, and looking down she could see his seed make white splotches on the ground. More still made trails down her leg, creeping slowly, looking like white goo.
Reggie crossed the room to the vanity, then grabbed the tissue box there. With some difficulty she spun around, and leaned against the wall with her back to it now. She watched him remove some tissues and clean himself, then handed her the tissue box.
She took it gratefully and proceeded to clean herself up. Lucky for her none of his semen had gotten on to the dress, so she didn't have to explain any white stains. Reggie was already dressing himself when she was done.
“I'm guessing this is going to be a regular thing, isn't it?” Reggie asked, zipping up his pants. He then moved to help unzip the back of her dress, what he was supposed to do in the first place before he got... distracted.
“...I guess so. At least until the wedding is over,” Betty responded, carefully removing the fancy dress. It was more than a little damp and she wondered how she was going to explain that to Giotto and Ron. She hoped they wouldn't notice. Though Ron would probably guess – correctly – what happened.
“Well. That's fine with me. I couldn't ask for a hotter fuck buddy,” Reggie said, his eyes roving over her body in admiration.
Betty rolled her eyes. “Can we please call it friends with benefits instead of fuck buddy? It sounds so... crude.”
Reggie shrugged as he adjusted his collar. “I call it as I see it, Blondie,” He glanced at her as she changed, then shrugged. “I'm going to join the rest. I'll see you out there, okay Bets?”
“Yeah, sure,” He left without any more hesitation and she couldn't help but feel sad when she glanced at the bed. So much for the basking in the afterglow she always read about in romance novels.

A/N: I think I made it pretty clear in this chapter, but I just thought I'd reiterate because I got some reviews regarding this issue a while back – Reggie isn't in love with Betty, and she isn't in love with him either. They're just using each other as rebound, and it's a purely physical relationship. And I think it'll stay that way for a while, because I don't think getting over someone you'd been in love with for years would be that quick.
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