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The studio lights dimmed as Jojo’s voice echoed through the set. “And cut! Great job, everyone. That’s a wrap for today!”
Film stayed frozen for a second longer than necessary. The sensation of Namtan’s lips against her thigh, firm, warm, and lingering, was still tingling on her skin. She felt a heat that had nothing to do with the heavy production lights. Beside her, Namtan sat up, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and giving Film that signature, bright smile that always made Film’s heart do a clumsy somersault.
“Film, you did such a great job today,” Namtan said, her voice dropping that professional edge now that the cameras were off.
Film took a long, shaky breath, trying to steady her racing heart. She looked at Namtan, seeing the woman she had officially started calling her girlfriend just a few days ago. “Thank you, Phi,” she murmured. She hesitated, her introverted nature fighting with the sudden, bold pull in her chest. “Phi, I was wondering if you wanted to stop by my place for some snacks? Since we finished early today.”
Namtan’s face immediately lit up. A soft “Oh!” escaped her lips, her eyes widening in a mix of surprise and pure delight. This was a milestone; Film was famously protective of her personal space, and this was the first time she’d invited Namtan to her condo. But as Namtan looked at the slight flush on Film's neck, a tiny spark of suspicion entered her mind. She didn't push, though. She just grinned.
“Sure, Feem. I’ll drive then.”
The car ride was a contrast of energies. Namtan, fueled by the excitement of the invite, was chatting away about a new restaurant she wanted to take Film to next week.
“And then I heard they have that dessert you like, the one with the” Namtan glanced over, noticing Film was staring out the window, her fingers tracing patterns on her own knee. “Feem? You're being very quiet, even for you.”
Film jumped slightly, her eyes snapping to Namtan. “Sorry, Phi. I’m just a little tired from the scene.”
In reality, Film was replaying the moment on set. She could still feel the way Namtan’s hands had gripped her legs, the focused look in Namtan’s eyes right before her lips made contact. It hadn't felt like acting. To Film, it had felt like a claim.
After a few minutes of quiet movie watching and half eaten popcorn, the tension finally snapped.
“Film” Namtan said, turning her body toward her.
“Yes, Phi?”
“You're usually quiet, but you’ve been a lot more quiet since we left the set. Did I do something wrong?” Namtan’s voice cracked slightly, and Film saw the shimmer of tears in her eyes. “Please let me know, okay? We just started dating and I don’t want anything to come between this. I’ve wanted to be with you for so long”
Film felt a pang of guilt. She reached out, taking Namtan’s hand. “No, Phi. You did nothing wrong. I promise.”
“Then what's wrong? You were extra quiet on the way back.”
Film looked down at their joined hands, her face turning a deep shade of crimson. “Well, Phi promise you won't mock me, okay?”
“I promise. So what's wrong?”
“Well, today the last scene we shot” Film swallowed hard. “I mean, when you kissed my thighs like that. I liked how you looked.”
Namtan froze, the realization dawning on her. A slow, playful smirk began to spread across her face. “Oh? You liked that? You got turned on?”
Film’s face was practically glowing red now. “Yes, Phi. And we still haven't you know”
Namtan’s heart soared. She leaned in, her voice a low, honeyed vibration as she kissed Film softly, then whispered against her lips, “We are together now. We told each other everything before, let's continue like that, okay? You're my princess now, Racha. I'll worship you in every way I can.”
Film’s breath hitched. “Then could we move to the room, Phi?”
The bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains. Namtan pushed Film gently back onto the pillows, her eyes never leaving Film's as she hovered over her.
“You were thinking about the scene the whole time, weren't you?” Namtan teased softly, her hands sliding up under Film’s shirt to find the warm skin of her waist.
“I couldn't help it,” Film whispered, her voice small and trembling. “The way you looked at me on set... it felt like you really wanted me. Not just for the script.”
“I did. I always do,” Namtan murmured, her nose brushing against Film’s. Before moving lower, Namtan stayed close, her lips finding the sensitive line of Film’s jaw. She showered her with soft, lingering kisses, trailing from her ear down to the hollow of her throat. Film’s breath hitched, her hands coming up to rest tentatively on Namtan’s waist, her fingers trembling.
Namtan sat up slightly and waited for Film’s nod before pulling the shirt over her head. The cool air hit Film’s skin, making her shiver and instinctively try to cover herself with her arms. Namtan gently caught her wrists, kissing her palms before pinning them softly to the pillow.
“Don’t hide, Racha. You’re so beautiful,” Namtan whispered. She leaned down, her lips grazing the curve of Film’s chest. Film let out a shaky gasp as Namtan’s mouth settled over one breast, taking the budding peak into her mouth. The sensation of Namtan’s warm tongue swirling around her sent a jolt of electricity straight to Film’s core.
“Phi... Phi...” Film cried out, her head tossing back into the pillow. Namtan moved from one side to the other, her mouth warm and hungry, sucking until Film was whimpering for more. Film’s shyness was warring with a mounting desperation; she reached out to stroke Namtan’s head, her fingers smoothing through her hair as she pulled her closer to her chest.
Namtan’s hands moved down, following the path they had taken during filming, but this time there was no denim in the way. She worked the fabric of Film’s shorts down her legs, taking her time to admire every inch of skin she uncovered. As she reached Film's thighs, Namtan paused, looking up with a look of pure adoration. “Is this what you wanted, Feem?”
Film nodded, her face bright red, her legs parting just a fraction. “Yes please, Phi.”
Namtan leaned down, her lips pressing against the sensitive skin of Film's inner thigh. She didn't just kiss it this time; she lingered, her tongue swirling against the soft flesh in slow, wet circles. Film let out a sharp, broken moan, her back arching off the bed. Namtan moved higher, her breath hot against Film's damp skin.
“You're so reactive tonight,” Namtan whispered. “I love hearing you like this.”
“I’ve wanted you like this for a long time, Phi,” Film gasped, her hands gripping the sheets as Namtan finally reached her center.
Namtan moved her head higher, her breath hitching as she saw how ready Film was. She reached out, her fingers gently parting Film’s folds. “You’re so wet, Racha. Look at how much you want my tongue on your pussy.”
Film squeezed her eyes shut, a soft whimper escaping her. “Phi, don’t say it like that... it’s embarrassing.”
“It’s beautiful,” Namtan corrected. She leaned down, her tongue replacing her fingers, tasting the sweetness of Film’s pussy. Film’s hands moved back to Namtan’s head, holding her there. Namtan’s tongue worked in long, rhythmic strokes, licking deep and then focusing on her clit until Film was shaking.
“Don’t hide from me, Feem. Let me hear you. Tell me what you need.”
“I want... I want to feel you inside,” Film whispered, her eyes glossy with pleasure. “Please, Phi.”
Namtan didn't rush. She moved her hand down, and instead of going all in, she slowly pressed one finger against the entrance. She looked up at Film, checking her face. "I'll start slow, okay? I want to make sure you're ready."
Film nodded, her breath catching as that one finger slid inside her. She was so tight and warm, and as Namtan began to move it in and out, Film's hips started to twitch and rise to meet her. Seeing how well Film was taking it, Namtan added a second finger, stretching her gently while her thumb ground against Film’s clit with every thrust.
“Phi... Phi!” Film’s voice was high and thin as she neared the edge.
“Cum for me, Racha. Let it go.”
Film let out a long, choked cry, her body shuddering violently as her climax washed over her. She clung to Namtan, sobbing softly into her shoulder as the waves of pleasure finally slowed down.
But as her breathing got steady, Film didn't pull away. She looked up at Namtan with a new, flickering fire in her eyes. Her usual shyness was still there, but she wanted to give back.
“Phi... I want to... I want to do it to you too,” Film whispered, her hand sliding down to the hem of Namtan’s shirt.
Namtan’s eyes widened, a soft smile touching her lips. “Feem? You don’t have to.”
“No, I want to,” Film insisted. She helped Namtan out of her clothes, her eyes roaming over Namtan’s body until they were both bare against each other.
Film pushed Namtan onto her back, her movements a bit clumsy but filled with an intense, quiet love. She followed the trail Namtan had made, kissing her way down Namtan’s chest, stopping to swirl her tongue over Namtan's nipples until she heard her girlfriend’s breath hitch. She kept going, her kisses moving down Namtan’s stomach, feeling the muscles there quiver under her lips.
When she finally reached Namtan’s pussy, Film paused. She looked up, her face flushed and her eyes soft with that signature shyness, but there was a determination there that made Namtan’s heart race.
“You’re sure, Feem?” Namtan whispered, her voice shaking.
“I want to taste you, Phi,” Film replied simply. She took a deep breath and dived in.
Film was eager, her tongue working in long, determined strokes. She was shy in the way she moved at first, but as soon as she heard Namtan let out a ragged moan, she grew bolder. She worked her tongue over Namtan’s clit and then licked deep inside her, exploring her with a soft, steady heat.
Namtan’s fingers immediately tangled in Film’s hair. “Feem….” Namtan gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. She looked down and saw Film’s dark hair between her legs, the sight of her quiet, reserved girlfriend being so dominant and selfless making her blood boil with heat.
“You look so beautiful like this, Film,” Namtan choked out, her hips starting to rise off the bed. “Seeing you down there... I’ve wanted this so much.”
Film didn't stop, her tongue picking up the pace as she felt Namtan’s body start to tense. She looked up through her lashes, her eyes locking onto Namtan’s for a split second, seeing the raw pleasure on her face. That was all the encouragement she needed. She focused entirely on Namtan’s clit, her tongue flickering with a precision that had Namtan crying out.
“More, Feem... please,” Namtan pleaded. She gripped Film’s head, her knuckles white, and pushed Film’s face deeper into her pussy, wanting to feel every bit of her. “Deep... yes, right there.”
Film let out a muffled sound of agreement, her tongue working harder, drinking in the sweetness of Namtan’s arousal. She could feel the tremors starting in Namtan’s thighs, the way her breath was coming in short, desperate hitches.
“Feem, I’m... I’m close! Phi is so close!” Namtan cried, her fingers tightening their grip on Film’s head, guiding her movements.
As Namtan began to climax, Film didn't pull away; she stayed right there, her tongue working through the waves of Namtan’s release. She drank her in, tasting every drop, refusing to let go until the very last shudder had left Namtan’s body.
Namtan’s head fell back against the pillow, her breath coming in ragged, broken gasps. When Film finally crawled back up, her lips were wet and her face was glowing with a mix of pride and love. She rested her head on Namtan’s chest, listening to the frantic thumping of her heart.
“I love you, Phi,” Film whispered into her skin, her voice finally steady.
Namtan pulled her close, wrapping her arms around her so tight it felt like she was trying to pull Film inside her heart. She kissed the top of Film's head, her voice thick with emotion.
“I love you too, my dimples.”