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-Ready, Betty! With this you are officially hired.

-Thank you very much, Miss Barbara.

-Please, without the “Miss”. After all, we'll be spending a lot of time together. We are colleagues now and I would love to be friends.

Betty smiled sincerely

-Come on! I'll give you the tour and we'll start your duties right now.

The beautiful blonde followed her new co-worker into the huge complex, and couldn't help but smile and almost jump with excitement at the beauty of the place.

It was the Great Central Library of Riverdale. Books. Books everywhere, beautiful mahogany-colored wooden shelves, filled to the brim with volumes of all shapes and sizes. They were so tall they touched the pale color of the ceiling.

In itself, the building was so spacious that you could get lost in it. The lighting, the soft music in the background, even the soft vanilla smell wafting from the gleaming floors wanted to bring her to a visual orgasm. It all made her think that, Betty, she had landed the best job in the whole world.

-You know what we do here, don't you?

-Y...yes, I do! Riverdale's Big Library is the main source of documents for the college, as well as being the best in town. We organize the information, take care of the whole approach, orient ourselves to the users, and we try to spread the culture and the habit of reading with events that...

-Hahahahahahahah! Relax Betts, you already passed your job interview, you know you don't need so much formality with me.

-Hahahahaha, yes, you're right. I'm sorry.

It was then that he allowed himself to take another look at his partner. Barbara Palvin was quite the magazine model, she has a very versatile look that can be described as elegant and ethereal. Her intense and expressive blue eyes capture the attention of anyone who looks at her. She has fair, radiant skin, with delicate, defined features, such as high cheekbones and well-defined lips. Her dark hair, which she often wears slightly wavy, frames her face in a charming way. In addition, she has a slender and proportioned figure that complements her unique style.

- “Bottom line, we take care of the books, my dear. And that involves a lot of things” - The brunette fixed her eyes on hers, causing the shorter one to shiver.

- You know, it's a relief that you've arrived just now; after the last remodeling, the library is even bigger, and reorganizing so much material has become a chaotic hell.”

-Barbara stared at the floor for a moment with a nostalgic smile, then turned on her heel and gave her answer.

-Well, no, not exactly. We have a star librarian, and he's amazing. For years, he's practically single-handedly taken care of the entire library.

- “Really?” - curiosity settled in her mind- “But this is a huge place!”

- “That's how good it is. Though he has a couple of details too; he can sometimes be a little... strange.”

- “Strange?”

-Weird. I could say he's an eccentric shifter, and he likes to be alone. He's not at all sociable, so you'll have to take care of outreach and social events; I think Professor Sweet Pea has already assigned you some tasks, right?

-Yes. For now I'll be organizing the fiction reading section. We received new copies, among them the “Attack On Titan” saga. Then she said she would give me a calendar with next month's events.

- “Ouch, cool! I'm getting so envious, I love those kind of books, anime-manga actually, I love those kind of books. You could say I'm addicted“- Barbara gave a dreamy smile and then told him one of her most precious secrets-: ‘Here I'm fascinated with ’Shingeki no kyojin”.

Betty smiled at the confession.

-Even if you're not going to stay reading Betty, it's a big temptation here. But it wouldn't be good to get caught doing it.

-Don't worry, Barb. I'll just read on my break.

-All right. -We're here!

- “Wooooooow!” -The expression on her face was the cutest Barbara had seen that day. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her dark gray, almost black irises looked like they had a million stars in them.

It was supposed to have been just a donation, but the number of books was extraordinarily impressive. Instead of being intimidated, a look of determination settled on her face, she rolled up the sleeves of her shirt, tucked two strands of her hair behind her ear, and immediately got down to business.

-"All right Betts, I'll see you at the six o'clock break so I can introduce you to everyone. Just a warning” -the tone of voice he used, so deep, it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up and she paid full attention to him. It sounded important-"... If you meet the librarian, don't look him too much in the eye. You can greet him, you can ask him if you don't understand something, you can look for him when the dean sends for him. But then leave him alone, and don't bother him if you don't have to, understood?”

—"Yes...under...understood."

-Good. Good luck on your first day, and welcome.

When her comrade finally left her alone, her blonde inhaled sharply to rid her skin of the shiver that came with that warning. Afterwards she became very happy. She really loved that job: well paid, close to her home, and most importantly, calm and without strong emotions. She was finishing arranging the third stack of already classified books... and then she saw him.

And damn! Yes he was handsome. Standing well over six feet tall, she wore her hair in a modern, casual style that frames her face perfectly. His dark hair has a natural shine that highlights his attractiveness, and the soft waves and light fringes that fell across his face add a touch of elegance and sophistication to his appearance. And speaking of her face, God help her.

She could only see him in profile, but that was enough for her to almost wet her panties when she saw him.

Betty blushed suddenly when she saw such a male almost in front of her. He looked adorable, intriguing and...sexy. Very sexy...

—Dear God, this is going to kill me! She—she looked down at the floor, waiting for the heat from her face to go away on its own. When she looked back in the direction he was standing, he was gone.

*

—Hello, I'm Josie. It's nice to have you here, new girl.

Josie was a young woman, with a dreamy face and tall stature, with a dark complexion and a slim build. Her female hair was African-colored and quite well maintained.

"At least she'll be better company for you than that grumpy Mrs. Ethel," said a black-haired woman.

“Recapitulating,” said Barbara; I'm Barb, this here is Ana, and this is Mrs. Ethel telling you, we are the librarians.

—And I'm Professor Archie's secretary, Veronica Lodge. But you can consider me part of the team, since he is the dean in charge of the place.

—Nice to meet you, I'm Elizabeth Cooper, but you can call me, just Betty. It will be a great pleasure to work with you.

They spent the next half hour talking and eating before returning to her performance. All the while, Betty wondered why the librarian hadn't shown up. Maybe she ate somewhere else, she thought unabashedly.

When eight o'clock struck and it was time to close, she decided not to think about it anymore.

She had chosen the afternoon schedule because then she would have more to do, but fewer people to attend to. Not to mention that the payment was better. Users left the site at that time, but the staff finished their duties at nine-thirty. At quarter to ten, she and Barbara were ready to leave.

—Shall we go, Betts? — Barb already had her purse in her hand when she remembered that she hadn't asked the dean for the calendar of events.

"Go ahead, I think I forgot something." The empty corridors were a little creepy with no one around. It was like a classic horror movie. Betty had begun to wonder if her boss had already left, when she heard strange noises behind the door.

—Yes... oh yes! Fuck me harder!

—That's it baby, give it all to me—through the half-open door of Professor Archie's office, Betty saw that a tremendous erotic scene was unfolding. Miss Veronica was with her miniskirt hiked up to her waist, with her entire butt in the air and sitting on the mature teacher's legs. Her knees were on either side of the hips of the man dressed in red, who was sitting in his leather chair with his face buried in the breasts of his secretary. The zipper of her pants was open and the raven young woman poured herself over and over again on her member while she moaned and they held him tightly by the shoulders.

—Mmmm... more... teacher... I've been a bad girl. Discipline me.

—With pleasure, my litle...— the man began to raise her hips, entering even deeper into the beautiful secretary with the messy hair, while she spanked him hard.

—Yaaaaaah, like that! More, more, mooooooooooooore!—Betty couldn't continue watching that scene. She was backing away as she walked backwards, and when she was back in the shelving section, she jumped in fright when she heard a loud noise.

It was the librarian, who had closed the door and was now playing with the keys in his hand. There was something different about him. Betty noticed it immediately, her entire body language was screaming something very different than a few hours ago. Then she turned to look at her, and her libido grew like a fire out of control. For a second, it seemed as if her eyes had changed color, and were now completely black. Her smile on her side was cynical, as if she knew what scene Betty had just seen. He took a couple of steps towards her, racing her heart and wetting her private parts, then he let out a laugh that was lost in the silence... and he went in the opposite direction, thus disappearing, completely, from the scene. view of her.

"Betts?" Everything is alright? —Barb had returned for her, and was watching her with a strange smile as he pulled her toward the door.

—Y...yes...yes! Let's go now.

What was it that she just saw? Well, sex, but beyond that. What was happening in that library? And what the hell was happening with the librarian?

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"... And on fridays there is story time for the children, do you have any questions, Miss Cooper?" - Betty looked into the void as she tried to remember all the facts the teacher had told her. - "Miss Cooper?"

"Oh, yes! Of course I do teacher, I'll take care of that the day after tomorrow."

Betty was trying not to blush as she looked the teacher in the face. Professor Archie was not old, no, no, no, no; of course not. With neatly combed, flowing red hair, he was tall and stocky, with a strong build and youthful facial features. His temperament was very pleasant, smiling and as Veronica had told him, he was the spitting image of his father Fred Andrews, who rests in peace. He had the right sense of humor and, although forgetful, would not break any promises.

... And he had fucked his secretary in the office. Betty almost ran out when the memory came to her mind.

"Miss Betty..." - Betty froze as she felt the man approach. But when he was right behind her, he simply opened the door for her, and ushered her in with a friendly smile. - "I'm glad you feel comfortable with us. Enjoy your day's work."

"Yes, of course sir! Good luck on your board." The professor then closed the door and walked out in the opposite direction.

His red trench coat billowed in the air. He was definitely a good person. Maybe she was simply misjudging him, after all, everyone. They had their intimacies, didn't they?

The man was entitled to an active sex life, but it was inevitable that Betty didn't think the librarian had those kinds of intimacies too. Remembering him and his handsome face almost made her legs buckle. It was ridiculous, she had just seen him and he already had that effect on her. That would lead to trouble later.

Betty decided to leave her more sinful thoughts behind and went back to her work, ignoring feeling a gaze on her never.

*

For the rest of the afternoon, Betty went about her duties with gusto and joy. She made good progress with the new classification, scheduled a couple of events and memorized the cataloging forms Barbara taught her. She really loved the work. What he saw the other night was just a strange coincidence. It was a little after nine o'clock when all was quiet again. A voice behind her startled her and made her cry out.

- "Do you enjoy work?"

"Aaaah! Mi... Miss Veronica! What are you doing here? I thought you were leaving early, since the dean wasn't in."

"I know. I need him. He may be an ingrate, but he's the best partner in the world."

"Yeah... yeah. Let's hope everything went according to plan at your meeting, so that tomorrow he.... "

" I know you saw us the other night. " - The silence in the library was even more oppressive at that, and Betty had to do her best not to blush with embarrassment.

-" I don't... I don't know what you're talking about, I..."

"-Come on, you don't have to hide it. Come, come"- Veronica, the seductive woman with black hair, brown eyes and tight-fitting clothes, hugged her by the shoulders and gently pulled her towards the area of the library that held the newspaper. - "I love my job, and I think all of you here feel the same way, don't you?"

- "Yes! You're right."

- "What a lot of people don't know is that to be a librarian you need certain qualities, do you know what they are?"

-I do... -

- "Let me say. One, you need to be passionate for what you do, because not everyone can stand to do something routine for that long. You need to really love books. Second, you have to be a perfectionist; to know exactly where everything goes, why, and make that order please you."

Although Veronica stopped walking, Betty had a feeling she was going to say more.

- "Miss?"

-"'Just Veronica, honey." - Veronica smiled impishly at her, then opened the door to the restricted file. -Third, and perhaps most important: you must be quiet in this library. A real silence, do you get it, Bettykins?"

Betty covered her mouth at the new scene unfolding before her eyes. The literature and journalism teacher, Sweet Pea, had Josie against the desk, her pants down, ramming her from behind slowly and sensually.

-Shit....! AAAAAAAAAAH!.... Fuck, Sweet Pea... How well you do it. how well you put it in me!

- "Josie... darling, you're so beautiful, your moans are musical notes. Get into position, cutie, I want to be rough with you today." - Still moaning, and not letting it come out of her, Josie leaned her chest against the books on the desk, and braced herself for a fresh wave of ramming.

The teacher slackened his tie stiffly enough to pull it over his head, and used it to bind Josie's wrists behind her back. Damn, she hadn't realized how big he was and how small she seemed next to him.

- "YES! AAAAAAAAAAAAH! You big motherfucker, you're fucking delicious!"-The sound of their bodies colliding filled the entire room, flesh against flesh, and there was even the drip of clear liquid that had hit the floor.

- "That's it, push it in, push it in harder!"

-Stop it! - Betty slipped out of Veronica's hands and bolted in the direction of the other side of the library

- "Josie... I want to cum inside you!"

- "Just do it, stupid! Fill me with your cum!"-No sooner said than the young woman arched her body as she felt the white liquid being pumped into her. When she regained some control of her breath, she turned to kiss her lover.

- "Don't even think that's all, this was only round one!"

Meanwhile, Betty had sat down on the far benches to catch her breath and calm down.

- "Are you okay, Bettykins?"

- "Miss... Veronica, why did you show me that?"

- "I told you, it's something every librarian should know: keep quiet in the library." - Then, he bent down to have his eyes at the same level as hers and smiled mischievously at her. - "Everyone has their little secrets, and you know what the saying goes: no flies get into a closed mouth .

. -How do you like that? Veronica, I swear I would never talk about those things. It's none of my business and I promise to respect their relationship.

- "That's right, Bettykins! I knew we would be speaking my language. You're awesome, I think I already adore you. And, from now on, you can call me V. You'll be the B to my V." . I'll show you even better things than that, amazing tidbits, really interesting stories that . "

- "No, thank you! V, I don't think that will be necessary."

- "You sure? Let me give you one more tip." - Veronica took her gently by the chin, and turned her face just in time to see the handsome librarian leave the building. -" You know what the saying goes: if you are in Rome, do as the Romans do. Now, come with me. I'll take you to a great bar in these parts.

*

The next morning poor Betty had a monumental hangover. She was reordering some books from the medical section, when a pounding headache made her let out a scream and throw one on the floor.

"Damn it!"

"M... Miss, are you all right?"

"Yeah, don't worry, I..." —That was him. -There was the librarian! - "Excuse me, I'll be okay in a few seconds."

- "You're sure? You look a bit pale.

- "It'll happen any minute, I'm sorry to have interrupted your work." - They were both strangely silent, and just as he turned his back to leave, he suddenly seemed to change his mind and put aside the folders he was carrying, to roll up his sleeves and help her with the books.

- "It's not necessary, really don't worry, sir...." -

"Jughead. And no, it's not a problem. Let me help you, so we can both finish faster."-"Jughead.

Then they said nothing more, but worked together for about half an hour, in a warm, cordial atmosphere that they both enjoyed very much. When they finished, he escorted her to the cafeteria to order her a milkshake at Pop's to help her get her color back.

-Thank you so much, Jughead. Classic vanilla has always been my favorite. I'm really feeling better.

- "Phew, what a relief." - Again the silence returned, but this time it was awkward and uncomfortable. He looked down at his hands again and for a microsecond I could see his blue eyes, beautiful as the ocean, dark as the ocean floor. - "Well...I'll leave you. I still have much work to do."

Before I could stop him, the beautiful man stood up in all his height and elegance and shot off, for a second, Betty thought he was running away from her. After finishing her milkshake, she returned to her spot where they had finished organizing the books and discovered that one was misarranged.

"Gosh, why are you there, shorty?"

The book was very high up, but not wanting to go any further down the ladder, he decided to jump a bit to retrieve it. He did indeed reach it, but when it finally came off his shelf he couldn't hold it and it fell to the floor with the pages open in a certain section.

Holy shit

The copy showed a medical schematic of how penetration occurred. With explicit drawings of a vagina and penis as well as the parts that made them up. For a second Betty considered starting to read it, but in the end decided not to, and not just because of what Barbara had said about not reading at work. She thought much more about what Veronica had said to her. You know what the saying goes "curiosity killed the cat."

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"Oh yeah! You're killin' it, babe. Keep it coming... More!"

"Who knew old Mrs. Ethel would still have that kind of stamina?" 

"Shhhhhhh! Josie, you'll get us caught silly." 

"V, this is a really bad habit. We shouldn't be spying on miss..... " 

"Miss my ovaries." -Veronica turned to Barbara and challenged her with her gaze. - "Don't be a prude, Barb. Are you worried that whoever is doing that cutie to her is just a brat? Or do you feel sorry for her stupid husband, Mr. Cavalier? 

Veronica was right. Not to be outdone, Mrs. Ethel's forty-something, opaque-colored dress, red hair and plump face and body, (from high school), was sitting on the couch in the employee break room with her legs wide open while a 4th grader was giving her oral sex. And well, considering how voyeuristic the librarians were, it almost looked like the woman did it purposely. Perhaps wanting to prove that she still had her mojo.

Both the student and the lady were very focused on their subject, and Josie was scratching her head trying to figure out the puzzle of her success. Ethel was NEVER popular in high school and kept that same look from back that time, but now the teenagers liked her. 

She seriously wondered if it was mommy issues. 

"She must have her own thing, where young men still look to her to initiate them to teach them how to do it to their sweethearts." - Barbara let out the comment they all thought and Veronica giggled as she finally gave up trying to be puritanical. 

"Mmmh, you betcha. She's kind of chubby, but the truth is she has huge breasts, boys with mommy issues must really enjoying those. Plus, being honest, with this drab routine, I gotta admit, the old woman knows how to have fun." 

Barbara sighed at Veronica's new remark and walked away from the couple friends amused with the class her partner was teaching. Also, in all honesty, it wasn't one of her prospects to see the senora get caught in the mouth of a junior. 

Yeah, maybe she did pity Cavalier. She didn't like the idea of infedility one bit. But, as far as playing it up by seeking romance with a younger man... well, she didn't.

Particularly after falling in love with that high school student who was so diligent in school. He went without fail every Saturday, and he had started high school at the same time she was getting that new job. 

His blonde hair that she longed to touch between her fingers, his oceanic blue eyes, his porcelain skin and his masculine, manly, youthful demeanor. The thought of him took her back to her freshman days where seeing a senior meant death to her. Her heart was racing and she felt a tingle in a particular part of her body. 

" Gosh Palvin, you're a woman or a 15 year old girl? focus! It's not even dark yet and you already want to play yourself like a haunted piano!"

After givin' herself a hard time, she decided to visit Betty. She was gettin' real close to the sweet blonde lady quick. When she got to the kids' section where she was supposed to be, she couldn't help but smile softly. She was readin' the story of Aladdin and the Magic Lamp to the little ones, who were all ears with smiles on their faces.

That's when she noticed that one of the faces lookin' at her wasn't a kid. At the back of the room, pretendin' to rearrange books in that section, was the librarian. "How weird, he hardly ever shows up." As soon as the dark-haired guy sensed her presence and that she was watchin' him, he bolted like an elusive mouse to disappear among more rows of books.

Maybe it's a good sign. Maybe Betty will get him in a way his last girlfriend couldn't.

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It was only halfway through the day, but Elizabeth Cooper was stoked about everything she'd accomplished: she rocked a presentation on library services, fixed up a bunch of beat-up books, and even put together a report on the latest theses that had come into the collection. And hey, she even chatted with Jughead.

It wasn't a big deal. He asked her where the new templates were to seal the delivered books, a couple of hours later he asked her if he could help her with the copier, and she delighted in his beautiful scent so close to her. Finally, she asked him to recommend a book title for children to read. Each conversation had lasted only a few minutes, and he always responded with monosyllables.

Maybe it was a clear reference that he didn't want to chat with her, but he never frowned. Still, she was happy. With those few words, Betty had discovered that her coworker was a shy, modest, and gentle person. He answered with a cheerful and friendly tone of voice, and although he didn't make eye contact when speaking, it didn't bother Betty, as she herself often behaved that way.

When the book reading ended and it was lunchtime, she decided to take a risk and try to invite him for coffee.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jones?" Jughead was on a ladder arranging books, and he almost fell off in surprise when she spoke to him. "I hope I'm not bothering you, but I was about to have lunch, and I was wondering if you, well, would like to have a coffee with me?"

For a long moment, he didn't respond. He just stared at her intensely as if he were suddenly faced with a mystical creature or some strange phenomenon. When she couldn't bear his gaze any longer, she lowered her eyes and began playing with her low ponytail, trying to die of embarrassment.

"Gosh, forgive me, you're right. I don't even know if you drink coffee or prefer a smoothie, or what time you prefer to have lunch... I... I better go."

Betty was already halfway down the hallway when she finally heard his delightful voice responding.

"Wait!" That stopped her in her tracks, and when she turned around, she saw him gracefully sliding down the wooden stairs. "YES, I want... I want to have lunch with you."

"Really? And what are we waiting for?" He obediently accompanied her to the cafeteria to order a couple of croissants with cappuccinos. But when she was about to sit in their usual area, he led her to the benches outside, in the research section. It was refreshing, a place full of greenery, intimate, and well-lit. "Wow, I didn't even know this was here!"

He smiled sideways at her excitement and how his eyes squinted almost to the point of disappearing when he genuinely laughed. He was blushing almost and forced himself to look in another direction.

"The library is huge. This place is one of my favorites, I usually come here to eat."

"Really?" For a moment, she looked him in the eyes, and he immediately averted his gaze to the inside of his coffee cup. Betty noticed it and, knowing beforehand the best way to make him comfortable, stopped looking at him while still talking.

"This place is very beautiful. I understand why you like it so much, Jughead. One could stay here forever." Jughead almost choked upon hearing his name come out of her lips, it wasn't the first time, but she made it sound so sexy the way she accentuated his ridiculous nickname (but certainly better than Forsythe Pendleton Jones III), triggering a chain reaction towards his groin.

Adjusting himself so his reaction couldn't be noticed, he refocused on her. "I'm glad you like it, Elizabeth. What other things do you like?"

That was playing dirty. Yes, maybe Betty was too indiscreet by saying his name in that way, but no one in his damn life had said his real name so sensually. He immediately clenched his legs, his breath escaped him, so he had to inhale forcefully without being obvious.

But if he knew how to play dirty, Elizabeth Cooper knew even more. "You can call me Betty, Jughead." She intentionally closed her eyes as she shook his hand and squeezed it gently, a gesture that made his heart race. "I like a lot of things, but I chose this librarian position for a reason..."

For the next few hours, they left shameless flirting behind to talk about books as if there were no tomorrow. Jughead learned about Betty's great passion for detective novels, a passion they both shared, and how Betty was almost going to be in an FBI position instead of as a librarian.

However, Jughead didn't talk about what profession he chose or his passions beyond books, and Betty certainly couldn't blame him. He was just opening up to talk to her, and she didn't want to ruin it by asking unnecessary questions.

"I consider myself a fanatic of the genre. My collection of detective novels is unparalleled, and the romantic collection is..." After saying that last word, it was as if he had frozen. His jaw tensed, and he could see him pinching his ring finger, where a ring with a serpent pattern resided.

Betty wanted to take his hand and let him know that there was nothing wrong, but she was afraid of ruining everything. She still didn't have that level of confidence with him, and what happened before was a stroke of luck that he didn't run away from her due to her clear flirting.

"Calm down. I consider myself a romantic too. Have you read Emily Brontë?" Grateful that his companion changed the subject, they dove into analyzing the writer's work while being watched by two pairs of completely astonished eyes.

"It can't be. Archie, how long has it been since Jughead emerged from the shadows to talk to someone?"

"Since Dylan started high school and Trula left him."

"You do remember that, atomic red?"

"Come on, sweetie, don't be jealous. That girl had a nice ass, that's true, but she doesn't compete with you in anything else. You're the only one for me."

"Hmm! If I didn't know you never lie, I would have sent you packing a long time ago, ungrateful red."

Archie laughed at his girl and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, proving his point. Veronica licked her lips shamelessly and then turned to the couple.

"Changing the subject, shouldn't we tell them something? Their half-hour has long been over." Veronica stroked the pearls on her neck as an old habit, and Archie remained silent while stroking his chin with a deep look.

"No, let them be. He hasn't had a decent conversation in a long time, and sometimes I worry... You know, about his mental health." Archie sighed as he watched Jughead. "It still hurts me to have distanced myself from him, V. He was my best friend, the best of all. My partner in mischief, the shoulder I cried on when Dad died." Veronica caressed her guy's back and rested her head on his chest, letting him vent. "He's a good man, and what I want most is for him to recover. If Betty helps him with that, I can turn a blind eye a few more times."

Upon hearing this, his dear secretary turned her boss's head to plant a loud kiss on his mouth.

"I love you, Archiekins. But I don't know if that's being very good or very bad. What will you do if he has one of those attacks that have caused us so many problems? Will you take responsibility?"

"The professor adjusted his red trench coat while giving one last glance at the lovebirds on the garden table.

"I'll take the risk. All for my best and oldest friend, Veronica. Plus, you know I enjoy playing with dangerous things."

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After their hella long lunch, Betty and Jughead decided to team up and help each other finish their unfinished tasks. Honestly, they were a fantastic duo. They got everything done in half the time, and even managed to chat a bit more while doing it. Night fell, and they were almost done arranging the last few books when a thunderstorm broke out outside.

"Damn. You think it's gonna stop soon, Jughead?"

"God, I hope so, 'cause I didn't bring an umbrella today." A loud thunderclap was heard, and at that moment the lights went out.

Betty let out a scream from the shock combined with the thunder that followed.

"Calm down, must be the main generator acting up. Why hasn't the backup one kicked in yet?"

"I don't know, but AHHHH!" Okay, she was starting to look ridiculous, but all those horror movies and fear of thunder were doing a number on her.

Another thunderclap sounded, so strong that from the shock she grabbed onto Jughead's arm, resting her cheek on his shoulder. At that moment, the emergency generators kicked in, and though the light was dim, at least they could see each other's faces now.

"Sorry..." But neither of them said anything else. The librarian's blue eyes locked onto hers as if searching desperately for something while she was still holding onto his arm and his other arm was around her waist."

Her eyes, on the other hand, tried to look away, but it was impossible when he released the arm that Betty had grabbed onto, and still holding her cheek, his hand moved up to caress her face and push aside a strand of hair that was covering one of her eyes. Hypnotized by her green and curious eyes on him. Betty's green pupils got lost in Jughead's intense blue gaze. Both unable to look away, their faces so close... But a thunder scared Betty, making her pull away from him. "Fuck, I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable like that Mr. Jones. I..."

"No, you're not sorry."

"What?"

Suddenly, everything about him had changed. He straightened up, he was already taller than her, but now she was sure he was at least 10 centimeters taller than her, being taller and more intimidating. His voice deepened, vibrating and making her shake; but most importantly, when he turned to look at her again, his beautifully blue eyes turned a deep dark color, with a twisted and cynical smile that sent a shiver down Betty's spine.

"You're not sorry, you little angel-faced bitch." Jughead started walking towards her, his shoes echoing throughout the room, breaking the deafening silence. Betty felt like a small deer in front of her predator. Jughead cornered her against one of the reading tables. "You've been doing this all day. Tempting me. Insinuating. Showing your attraction to me."

"I... I don't know what you're t-talking about, Mr. Jones, I..."

"You desire me." He suddenly silenced her, pushed a chair out of his way, and had her completely cornered. The following silence was so oppressive that she didn't know how to respond.

"How?" Jughead threw his head back and let out a long and sinfully exciting laugh.

"Do you know, Miss Elizabeth? I never told you which one of all was my favorite book collection. The one that truly obsesses me, and of which I have the best copies. Do you want me to tell you which one it is?"

"I... well..." She couldn't continue what she was saying, because at that moment he silenced her with a passionate and burning kiss.

Elizabeth Cooper had never experienced anything like this. She swirled her head with sensuality, holding the nape of his neck to deepen it. With the other hand, she started gently squeezing his butt, and a second later she was exploring the inside of his mouth with her tongue.

Betty let out muffled moans that were drowned in her mouth, but she didn't know why she ended up returning the kiss. His lips felt heavenly against hers and the strong hand squeezing her butt only served to excite her more.

When they finally separated, a thin thread of saliva was what united them, their breaths were agitated and she was more flushed than ever in her life. She gasped as she felt Jughead's tongue licking the small thread of saliva until it reached her lips.

Honestly, it was the hottest thing she had ever experienced, she wanted to say his name but the words got stuck in her throat when she felt Jughead's hands on her face, caressing her.

"My erotic collection is my pride, Elizabeth." Okay, she was getting lost in how he said her name, and not her nickname, in such a damn sensual way. But definitely what made her wet her panties was that with a single movement, Jughead lifted up the formal skirt she was wearing and began to caress her intimacy over her panties. "Certainly, I would like to show it to you someday, of course, if you want."

Jughead was having fun, Betty's chest moved quickly trying to catch her breath, while she stayed silent looking at him with an anxious look, and for a moment, he considered giving her a practical, quick, and intensive course of all his reading material right then and there. Then he looked into her eyes... and what he saw made him freeze in place.

He had made her cry. That was more than enough for him to regain his sanity and step back horrified.

"Jughead..."

"No... No!" The color of his eyes returned to their usual blue and he started pulling his hair in desperation. "Elizabeth... Betty, forgive me. Please forgive me!" Then he grabbed his coat, and left the building even with the storm overhead.

"Wait, Jughead! Please, stay!" But before she could do anything, he disappeared into the rain. Leaving her with a knot of emotions.