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  Relationship:
      Betty_Cooper/Veronica_Lodge
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      Episode:_s01e06_Faster_Pussycats!_Kill!_Kill!, Sex_Toys, Vibrators,
      Dildos, Comfort_No_Hurt, POV_Veronica_Lodge, Presents, Humor, Laughter
      During_Sex, Bathing/Washing, Community:_pbam, Porn_Battle_Amnesty
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      Published: 2017-03-10 Words: 4156
****** Blue Skies and Fluffy White Clouds ******
by FreshBrains
Summary
     “I’ll take care of you, Elizabeth Cooper.”
     Betty eases herself up, their skin sticking together, the water
     splashing delicately against the porcelain tub. “You already do,
     Ronnie,” she says.
Notes
     For the DW Porn Battle Amnesty Prompt Stack 2 prompts: dildo, gift,
     relax, spa night, toys.
See the end of the work for more notes
“Are you sure your mom is okay with me staying here tonight?” Betty looks like
a lost doe as she walks into the foyer of 330 Pembrooke. Her sensible sneakers
squeak on the tile floor and the sound echoes through the empty space. “I know
she’s probably tired after work.”
Veronica shakes her head briskly, dark hair swirling around her face. “Don’t
you worry about that,” she says, clapping her hands together. She leans Betty’s
suitcase up against the door frame. “The place is all ours tonight.” She
doesn’t tell Betty that her mom is spending the night with Fred Andrews—she
suspects the news might not go over that well, and to be honest, she doesn’t
really want to think about it. “Let me give you the grand tour!”
Betty has been over a few times before, but they tended to head to Veronica’s
bedroom. Half of it was the need for Veronica to get Betty in as few clothes as
possible in as few minutesas possible, but it was also classic avoidance—if she
didn’t see the empty, cavernous apartment, it didn’t exist.
“This is the living room,” Veronica says, leading Betty around the sofas by the
hand. “Cozy chairs, big fireplace. But we might have to Google how to make a
fire if we get cold.”
“I think we’ll be okay,” Betty giggles, plucking at Veronica’s cashmere
sweater. “It’s nice, though. Very classic. Perfect for you.”
Veronica feels herself go pink on response. In all the time she’s spent
flirting in her life, and that’s a lotof time, no one can make her flush like
Betty. “You’re too sweet,” she says, tugging Betty in for a hug. “But really,
it’s all just old. No one else really wanted it.”
Betty scrunches her brow in confusion. “That can’t be true. This place is
gorgeous! I’m sure all the old Riverdale families were clawing each other for
it.”
“The old Riverdale families want places like the Blossoms’,” Veronica says,
shivering delicately at the thought of that big, cold mansion on the hill. “I
swear, this town feels more like a V.C. Andrews novel by the day.”
“With less incest, I hope,” Betty says, nose scrunched. Then her eyes widen as
she peers around the corner. “Oh my gosh, is that a claw-foot bathtub?”
Veronica grins, tugging Betty towards the bathroom. “It’s an original,” she
says. “Built in with the apartment at the turn of the century!”
“I’ve always wanted a claw-foot tub,” Betty says longingly, running her fingers
over the gilt taps. “It’s so romantic in a way, you know?”
Then you’ll love what I have planned for us, Veronica thinks, biting her lip in
excitement. She still wants to surprise Betty, though. After all, this weekend
is all about her.
She’d love any excuse to spend two days with her girlfriend, but she knows
Betty needsthis right now. For the past week, Betty has been losing sleep and
biting her nails down to the quick thinking about her sister—where she might
be, who she might be with. Her parents are keeping a tight enough leash on her
that Veronica is shocked they even allowed her tovisit Pembrooke, let alone
stay the weekend. Veronica suspects she’s not exactly high on the public enemy
list right now—at least she’s not a Blossom, or investigatinga Blossom like
Jughead is. For now, she’s safe. And Veronica is going to take advantage of
that.
Veronica takes Betty’s hands and pulls her close. “B,” she says softly,
suddenly unsure of herself. “I want to be good to you this weekend. Make it all
about you. You deserve it.”
Betty’s face goes soft with affection and she leans in to kiss Veronica. “You
deserve it, too,” she says, lips grazing Veronica’s. She brushes Veronica’s
cheek with her fingers, tucking her hair behind her ear. “So let’s just spoil
each other, okay?”
“Okay,” Veronica says, smiling. “Now come on. We’ve got a lot to do.”
*
Veronica can’t remember the last time she’s felt this relaxed.
Candles lend the room a soft, orange glow and fill the space with the smells of
lemon, blueberry, and peony—summer scents, smells that remind Veronica winter
will be over soon. They flicker on the mantle and make the gold in the dated
wallpaper shine.
The fresh scents mix with the smell of cherry-almond bars baking in the oven.
At first, Betty almost laughed her out of Riverdale when she proudly presented
her with a tube of packaged cookie dough—Veronica thought Betty was teasing her
for not making something from scratch, but Betty just grabbed the tube and
sliced off the top, digging her fingers in to eat it raw.
“Cookie dough was never meant to be baked,” she says through a mouthful of
Tollhouse, and Veronica has never found her more adorable. The way Betty sucked
chocolate off her fingers wasn’t exactly a hardship, either. “I’ll show you one
of Polly’s favorite recipes.”
A short trip to the corner store later and they had homemade dessert baking in
the oven, the bowls and spoons abandoned in a sticky heap on the counter.
They’d clean up later.
They couldn’t agree on a movie at first. Betty was almost as much of a movie
snob as Jughead, and that was saying something. “Sleepovers are for Hitchcock
or Hughes,” she argued, holding up Psychoand The Breakfast Club. “I mean, come
on.”
“But what about this?” Veronica offered her a DVD copy of Jawbreaker, and the
way Betty’s face lit up let Veronica know she won that round. It was already on
its second run on Veronica’s laptop and the sound of Rose McGowan’s voice
served as a backdrop for their spa night.
They applied green tea face masks as their pedicures dried—a dark red OPI for
Veronica and a pretty peach Essie for Betty. They already used half a box of
charcoal nose strips since neither of them could get a hang of actually
sticking them on, and one of them ended up plastered to Betty’s neck. Elbows
and knees and heels were buffed with a rose-scented sugar scrubs; their hair
shone with Moroccan oil treatments.
Veronica looks over to where Betty is curled up on the other side of the sofa,
her peach-colored toes tapping along to the Veruca Salt song on the movie
soundtrack. She’s working diligently with a red marker in the Wonder Woman
coloring book Veronica ordered off Amazon. She glances up and taps her bottom
teeth with the pen, oblivious to Veronica’s grin. “Are Wonder Woman’s wonder-
panties blue or red?”
“Blue, I think,” Veronica says absently, but she’s still staring at Betty.
Betty looks so soft and gentle and sweet, bundled in her pink bathrobe she
brought from home, her hair damp and curling down one shoulder. Veronica wants
to unwrap her like a gift.
Betty looks up, brow arched in amusement. “What’re you staring at?”
Veronica just grins, knowing it makes her look a tiny bit evil. “Come on,
Picasso,” she says, taking the marker from Betty’s hand. “I have a little
something for you in my room.”
*
“You didn’t have to buy me a gift,” Betty says, eyes shining. She runs her
fingers over the pink satin bow on the box. “Seriously, you’re so ridiculous.
It’s like every day is my birthday with you!”
“Trust me,” Veronica says, sprawling out on the bed so she can watch Betty open
the gift. “This is as much for me as it is for you.”
“Color me curious andscared,” Betty says. She unties the bow and peels back the
glossy white paper. The back flap of the cardboard box obstructs Veronica’s
view of the contents, but she knows exactly when Betty sees her gift by the way
her face lights up. “It’s so cute!”
Veronica laughs, heart pounding in her chest with happiness. She saw it and
knew it was so perfectly Betty, but she wasn’t positive how well it would be
received. Betty is always a wealth of surprises.
Betty picks up the toy carefully from its bed of tissue paper, turning the hot
pink silicon over in her hands. “I don’t even want to know what you Googled to
find this,” she says. The flicks the tiny, twitching rabbit ears of the
clitoral vibrator with her fingertips and giggles. “Bunny sex toy? You’re on a
list now.”
“Sounds like a fun list,” Veronica says with a wink. “It has twelve speeds and
patterns. Think you can last through all of them?”
“I want to have fun, not die,” Betty says, uncurling the charging cord. “We
should plug this in.”
“But there’s more,” Veronica says, nudging the box. “Keep going!”
Betty groans, but she’s still smiling, face flushed. “Seriously, Ronnie, you
need to stop buying me stuff. You know I don’t need—oh my god.” Her eyes go
comically wide and her pink cheeks slowly burn to red. “Now I reallyknow you’re
on some kind of list.”
“Take it out,” Veronica says, trying to edge the buzz of excitement from her
voice. Her breathing quickens just watching Betty admire the size of her gift.
“Let me see it in your hand, baby.”
Veronica’s never been one for dildos, especially the kind that look like a real
cock. She’s not opposedto cock, per se, but when she’s been with a cock-
wielding individual, her favorite part of it has been the heat and
skin—something she can’t get from a silicon toy. She prefers the functional
little vibrators that can get her off quick and easy along with a girl’s sure
touch. But once she saw the dildo while online shopping, she knew it was
perfect for Betty. It was functional, sure—it served a purpose. But it was also
bright and bold and challenging.
“You’re nothing if not…optimistic,” Betty says, mouth quirked in a smile as she
squeezes her hand around the toy.
Veronica snaps after that—Betty is just too cute in her robe, turning a hot
pink dildo over in her hand like a priceless artifact. She deposits the toys on
the night table and tackles Betty onto the bed. They both dissolve into
laughter as they shed layers, kissing and touching like they’re exploring each
other’s bodies for the first time. For once, it doesn’t have to be rushed and
passionate.
They can just be.
“Don’t worry,” Veronica says, lips grazing the curve of Betty’s breast. She
trails kisses down the valley of her sternum, around her navel. “I won’t start
too big.”
“You better not,” Betty says, breath hitching. Her nipples stiffen into hard,
brown-pink nubs when Veronica nuzzles between her spread thighs. “I need at
least two orgasms before you get that thing anywhere near me.” She motions
towards the dildo on the night table where it is standing upright on its
suction cup like a freshly-sprouted flower. “I think it’s looking at us.”
Veronica laughs, nipping at Betty’s thighs. “Then don’t look back,” she says,
smoothing her hands up the backs of Betty’s thighs, urging her legs up over her
shoulders. “I’ll warm you up nice and slow.”
Betty unfolds for her like a flower, her cunt soft and slick and pink, so wet
she’s dripping onto the bathrobe that is splayed out beneath her. Veronica
slides her finger through the slick and gathers it against Betty’s clit. “Is
this all for me?” She teases Betty, touching her clit so gently that Betty
arches into it, hipbones stark against her skin.
“I want it,” Betty says, firm and hoarse, and Veronica lovesthat—Betty asking
for what she wants, takingit.
Veronica grins, slithering back up to kiss Betty, their lips smacking sweetly
in the quiet room. “You want the bunny?” They both break into giggles, Veronica
squirming against the bed. She wants some friction against her own clit, wants
to ride against the muscle of Betty’s thigh, but this isn’t about her.
“Only if you don’t call it that,” Betty says. She spreads her legs, urging
Veronica to grind between her thighs, their cunts slick where they press close
together. Veronica groans, wanting to melt into Betty and ride out her orgasm,
but she pries their bodies apart and reaches for the little pink vibe.
“Told you I’d start slow,” she says. She keeps the toy turned off at first,
nuzzling it against Betty’s vulva, avoiding her clit. “I don’t want to
earthquake you with it all of a sudden.”
“That’s sodramatic,” Betty whines. “I’m ready, you know I am.” She spreads her
thighs and curls up towards Veronica, trying to get her closer, trying to get
the vibe right where she wants it.
“Okay,” Veronica concedes. She pulls the toy back and turns it onto the lowest
setting, which is little more than a slow pulse. She leans over to kiss Betty,
hot and open-mouthed, their hair tangling in a black-blonde mess on the pillow.
When she touches the vibe to Betty’s vulva, Betty arches off the bed, groaning
into Veronica’s mouth.
“Okay, earthquakes,” Betty says, shivering when Veronica circles around her
clit, not yet touching the swollen, sensitive nub. “Now I get it.”
“Want me to back off?” Veronica tugs at Betty’s bottom lip with her teeth and
watches it redden.
“I want you to fuckme, Ronnie,” Betty says, voice hoarse and frustrated.
“Ooh, sharp teeth,” Veronica teases, but before she can continue the game,
Betty takes hold of her wrist and clamps her thighs down around the toy,
trapping it against her cunt. She’s warm and silky-wet against Veronica’s skin,
and with someone else, Veronica might’ve pulled away and made her work for it.
But now, she just smiles. “If you want it, take it,” she says, and with the
small amount of space she has, turns the vibe up to the next speed.
When Betty doestake it, she puts her all into it. “Oh, god,” she murmurs,
worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, brow scrunched in concentration. She
works her hips in a smooth rhythm. “Here, I’m going to,” she thinks out loud,
and rolls over onto her stomach, moving Veronica and the toy with her.
And if that isn’t a beautiful sight, Veronica doesn’t know what is. Betty rides
her hand, the sound of the toy’s buzzing dulled between her legs, her flushed
face smashed into the pillow. Veronica admires the slope of her back, the curve
of her ass, and when Betty’s hips stutter, she brushes back Betty’s hair and
whispers, “Come for me, sweetheart.”
Ten minutes later, Betty is curled up in Veronica’s lap, still drowsy. “I can’t
believe I came twice on a toy called the Bunny,” she says forlornly, and
Veronica snorts into her hair.
“To be fair, that’s what Inamed it,” Veronica says. “But it still stands.”
Betty is boneless and sweet in her arms, her hair a mess, her eyes hooded as
she plays with the chain of Veronica’s necklace. Veronica ends up padding into
the kitchen in nothing but her tee shirt and Calvins to get them water and some
slightly-burnt cherry-almond bars. They listen to Ingrid Michaelson and Bright
Eyes on Betty’s phone while they eat, giving each other sticky grins over an
old issue of Us Weekly.
“So, the pink elephant in the room,” Veronica jokes, gesturing like a game show
hostess to the dildo on the night table.
Betty rolls her eyes. “I feel like you’re going to exhaust your dildo puns
tonight.”
Veronica pouts. “But then what will I have left for next time?”
Betty glances at the toy, then back at Veronica, eyes narrowing. “I have an
idea,” she says in the sort of tone she uses when she’s trying to get Jughead
to break into an abandoned building with her, the sort of tone that gets Archie
onstage singing a new song. It’s halfway between ingenious and evil and
Veronica lovesthat tone.
But before Veronica can even ask, Betty is rolling them on the bed so she’s
straddling Veronica, her breasts bouncing as she reaches over to the night
table. “You take such good care of me,” she says, “so now I’m returning the
favor.” There’s a comical sucking sound as Betty plucks the pink dildo off its
suction cup on the night table and wields it in her right hand, eyebrows arched
as if she’s asking for permission.
Veronica raises one dark brow back at her. “Are you sure?” She trails her
fingers up Betty’s waist, tickling her ribs. “It’s yourgift, babe.” She already
feels her cunt ache at the thought of Betty using the dildo on her, but she
knows Betty is also ready to go again—her pupils are blown and her stomach
rises and falls with shallow breaths. She’s never looked so radiant. Veronica
doesn’t know if she wants to wait any longer to make Betty come again.
“Exactly,” Betty says. She scoots down on the bed and spreads Veronica’s legs
with sure hands. “Which means I can do with it what I please.”
Veronica huffs out a laugh and lets her head fall back on the pillow. She urges
a pillow under her hips, body melting easily into the mattress. “I almost got
you the glittery black one,” she admits. “For when Sith Lord Betty comes out.”
“I see Jughead got you to watch the prequels with him,” Betty says tersely,
only annoyed because she herself is a devoted Star Trekfan. She prefers the
cerebral. She seeks out their little bottle of lubricant from the folds of the
sheets and pours a dollop into her palm.
“Archie, actually,” Veronica says. Her stomach tightens in anticipation as
Betty smooths the lube over the dildo, her hand strong and sure on the silicon
like she knows exactlyhow to wield it. The head peeks out from the catch of her
fist. It really is big—bigger than it looked online. “As if Jughead is anything
but an original trilogy purist.”
“Good point,” Betty says. “I think I prefer the pink.” She catches Veronica’s
eyes and smiles. Betty has a lot of smiles, but there’s only one that is truly
Betty—wide and crinkle-eyed and earnest. Veronica hoards those smiles like
jewels.
“B,” Veronica says softly. She squirms on the bed and catches Betty’s wrist.
“Put it in me, baby. Come on.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” Betty says shakily. She trails her fingers over
the curve of Veronica’s knee, drops her hand down between her legs. “You’re
already so wet,” she murmurs. She cups her sex, hand slick and inviting with
lube but not providing the friction Veronica seeks.
Veronica arches her back, pushing against Betty’s hand. Normally, they don’t
need anything fancy to get off. She’d be just fine with riding against Betty’s
hand or knee until she came. But after making Betty come, kissing her until
their lips are swollen, seeing the sheen of sweat blossom over their bodies as
they move together perfectly, Veronica feels raw and aching and empty,needing
something to fill her.
“Will you fuck me, Betty?” Veronica’s own voice sounds foreign and hoarse,
almost desperate in the soft glow of the bedroom.
Betty gasps, the thought making her go pink from cheeks to sternum. She lowers
the toy down between Veronica’s legs, then pauses. “Tell me if this is weird or
not,” she says, and positions the base of the dildo against her own cunt as she
nudges the head against Betty’s opening.
“Not weird at all,” Veronica groans.
The pressure is perfect, and Betty slides inside of her inch by inch. Her mouth
hangs open in aroused concentration, her eyes trained on the toy disappearing
into Veronica’s body. She wriggles her own hips, seeking friction against her
clit with the base of the toy.
“That’s perfect,” Veronica says, the words a breathless panting. “Right there,
keep going!” There’s more controlhere than she’s used to; Betty’s fingers brush
against her cunt where the toy slides into her.
“Can I,” Betty starts, but once she feels Veronica’s wetness on her hand, she
just lets out a weak groan and rolls her hips, pushing the toy up against
Veronica’s g-spot. “That is wayhotter than I ever thought it would be.” She
pulls back, the toy still wrapped in her fist. It’s a little clumsy, but she
thrusts again, breasts bobbing above Veronica.
“You didn’t think,” Veronica starts, pausing to yelp when the soft head of the
dildo presses against her g-spot, “this would be hot?” Her stomach tightens as
her orgasm builds—she can’t take the sight of Betty with a wet hand wrapped
around a dildo, fucking her like she’s born to do it.
Betty shifts forward, balancing with one hand on the bed next to Veronica’s
head, urging Veronica to wrap her legs around her waist. “It’s a hot pink
dildo, babe,” she says, kissing Veronica’s shoulder. “With ballson it.”
Veronica is coming soon after, a syrupy-warm, laughter-filled orgasm that turns
her into jelly and makes her hair stick to her forehead with sweat. It sends
shocks through her legs, makes her tear up a little—it’s the kind of orgasm
that makes her want to fall in love all over again.
While Veronica sinks into the bed, Betty disappears into the bathroom with the
toys. Veronica hears water running for a minute or so before she comes back
with a few towels.
“Let me,” Veronica says, starting to get up, but Betty shakes her head.
“I don’t think you’ll be moving anytime soon,” she teases, running the wet
cloth between Veronica’s legs. Veronica winces a little and Betty frowns. “Oh,
did I hurt you? Was it too much?”
“A little more than three fingers,” Veronica says with a wink. “I liked the
stretch, though. You knew how to use that thing.” She opens her arms for Betty
to come and lie down next to her. “And I just know you’re pleased as punch with
yourself.”
“I’ll neither confirm nor deny,” Betty says with a yawn, covering them both
with a blanket.
“I think I know what my next gift for you will be,” Veronica says sleepily,
throwing an arm around Betty’s naked waist.
Betty groans. “I’m not sure my body, oryours, will accept any more gifts for a
long time.”
“Maybe not,” Veronica muses. She trails one fingernail over the crease where
Betty’s hip meets her pelvis. “But I think you’d look pretty darn cute in a
pink leather strap-on harness.”
Betty exhales deeply before snatching up Veronica’s hand and kissing her
fingertips. “Maybe one more gift,” she says.
Veronica laughs until Betty hits her with a pillow.
*
“I don’t think I ever want to leave,” Betty murmurs. Veronica shivers when her
lips graze the sweat-damp hollow of her throat. She kisses the crown of Betty’s
head and holds her tighter, urging Betty to relax against her.
“The apartment or the bathtub?” Veronica scoops a handful of warm water over
Betty’s bare back. The water is a soft, shimmery pink due to her new Rose Jam
bubble bar from Lush, making their skin sparkle like mermaid scales in the soft
bathroom light. It’s still dark outside, dawn fading into view over the
horizon. The world feels so still, so free of bodies in the river and girls
escaping mental asylums. Veronica doesn’t want to leave, either.
“Both,” Betty says softly, voice still laced with sleep. “This has been the
best weekend I’ve had in a long time.” Her breasts are soft against Veronica’s;
they’re pressed together from head to toe, Betty safe in the warm, wet cradle
of her arms, the steam enveloping them in a hazy cocoon. “Maybe ever.”
There’s something about that admission that makes Veronica ache, makes her want
to fiercely fight anyone who has ever hurt Betty. But it also gives her the
satisfaction that she has provided this for her girlfriend. She has given her a
shelter, even just for a little bit—a warm, sweet-scented shelter from a world
that doesn’t want to see girls like Betty Cooper take a stand.
“Then we don’t have to,” Veronica says. “We’ll stay here forever, you and me.
We’ll get Jughead to bring us Pop’s. We’ll order movies from Amazon Prime.” She
twines a wet lock of Betty’s hair around her index finger. “And I’ll take care
of you, Elizabeth Cooper.”
Betty eases herself up, their skin sticking together, the water splashing
delicately against the porcelain tub. “You already do, Ronnie,” she says. When
she kisses Veronica, it feels like a thank-you and promise all at once.
They’ll go back into the world—they always do. They’ll fight Riverdale’s
battles. Veronica will prove herself to this town and to the people who think
she’s her father. Betty will uncover the secrets that Riverdale has kept buried
for so long. And they’ll do it side-by-side, hand-in-hand—B and V forever.
End Notes
     Title is actually the name of one of the Lush bubble bars I bought
     last weekend!
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