Opposite Attracts

Orm’s POV

Orm tossed her blazer onto the couch as she entered her hotel suite, sighing in exhaustion. The day had been brutal—back-to-back meetings, endless discussions about finances and logistics, and her father pushing her harder than ever.

She checked the time. 9:17 PM.

Her phone buzzed as she finally sat down on the bed, and she noticed several unread messages from Lingling.

— I miss you ❤️
— I love you
— Went out for coffee with a friend! ☕️
— Here’s a picture!

Orm smiled softly at the first two messages, her heart warming at Lingling’s usual sweetness.

But her smile quickly faded when she opened the picture.

It was a selfie—Lingling and Charlotte at a café. Their faces were too close—cheek to cheek, smiling brightly.

Orm’s jaw clenched. What the fuck?

She groaned, throwing her phone onto the bed.

Jealousy surged through her veins.

She immediately dialed Lingling’s number for a video call.

No answer.

Her irritation deepened.

She tried again. No response.

She fired off a text: Ling, pick up.

Still nothing.

“Where the hell is this woman?” Orm muttered, running a hand through her hair.

She hated this—the distance, the uncertainty, the feeling of not knowing where Lingling was.

After pacing for a few minutes, she decided to cool off with a shower.

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Lingling’s POV

Lingling sighed in relief as she unlocked her apartment door, setting down her shopping bags. It had been a tiring day—coffee with Charlotte, running errands, and dropping by Becky’s restaurant to pick up some things she had left behind.

Her phone vibrated, and she saw two missed calls from Orm.

She called back immediately.

No answer.

She frowned, but before she could put her phone down, Orm’s name popped up again.

Lingling smiled as she answered.

Orm was still wrapped in a towel, her damp hair falling over her bare shoulders.

Lingling smirked. “Ooh, here’s my sexy girlfriend, fresh from the shower.”

Orm didn’t smile.

Her expression was serious.

“I called earlier. You didn’t answer.”

Lingling’s smile faded slightly. “I just got home.”

Orm crossed her arms. “From your date with Charlotte?”

Lingling frowned. “We just had coffee. And that was earlier. I went to Becky’s restaurant because I left some of my stuff there. But sure, if that’s what you think.”

Orm sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Okay, I’m sorry I snapped. I just had a really bad day, and when I saw that picture, it pissed me off.”

Lingling’s voice was softer now but still firm. “You don’t trust me?”

Orm sighed. “It’s not that. I just don’t trust Charlotte, that’s all.”

Lingling didn’t respond immediately.

The silence between them felt heavier than the miles separating them.

After a long pause, Lingling finally spoke. “I need to take a shower. I’m really tired.”

Orm’s heart sank.

“But we barely talked today.”

Lingling’s tone was flat. “I’m tired too.”

Before Orm could say anything else, Lingling ended the call.

Orm stared at her phone, feeling a strange sense of unease creeping in.

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Orm’ POV

The days dragged on.

Orm felt it.

Lingling’s texts still came, but they felt colder—shorter responses, less teasing, and no more late-night video calls where they talked until they both fell asleep.

Orm knew she had messed up. She didn’t mean to make Lingling feel like she wasn’t trusted. But the long distance was killing her.

And on top of that, the stress at work was suffocating.

Her father kept pushing her to take on more responsibilities, to attend more high-level meetings. Every day felt like a test, like she had to prove she was worthy of leading the company one day.

But without Lingling, everything felt twice as exhausting.

She needed to see her.

She needed to hold her, kiss her, and remind her how much she loved her.

So, Orm booked a flight back to Bangkok for a quick two-day trip during her rest days.

She didn’t tell Lingling.

She wanted to surprise her.

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Lingling’s POV

Lingling loved Orm.

There was no doubt about that.

But these past few weeks had been too much.

Between working at the office, managing her side job at the restaurant, and running around trying to finalize her university transfer, she barely had time to breathe.

And on top of all that, Orm had made her feel like she couldn’t be trusted.

She understood Orm’s jealousy—long distance was hard. But the way Orm reacted about Charlotte? It made her feel like she had to watch every step, every interaction to avoid another misunderstanding.

It was draining.

She wasn’t mad at Orm. She was just tired.

So, she kept her texts short. She stopped calling as much. Not because she didn’t want to, but because she just didn’t have the energy for another possible argument.

She just needed time to breathe.

But little did she know, Orm was already on her way back to Bangkok—bringing emotions that neither of them were prepared to face.

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It was one Friday evening when Lingling lay on her bed, mindlessly scrolling through her phone, trying to shake off her irritation. Orm hadn’t texted her all day, and it annoyed her more than she wanted to admit.

She sighed, tossing her phone aside. Just as she was about to close her eyes, a sudden knock on the door startled her. She wasn’t expecting anyone.

Frowning, she got up and opened the door.

Standing there, dressed in a fitted black blazer, her hair slightly tousled from travel, was Orm.

“Hey,” Orm said, her voice low, her eyes dark with something unreadable. Before Lingling could even process what was happening, Orm stepped inside, cupped her face, and kissed her hungrily.

Lingling gasped into the kiss, gripping Orm’s shoulders as she felt the intensity behind it. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a claim.

“Why—what are you doing here?” Lingling managed to ask between kisses.

Orm smirked, her hands already roaming under Lingling’s shirt. “Surprise,” she whispered before crashing their lips together again.

The door clicked shut behind them, and Orm wasted no time. She pushed Lingling against the wall, pressing her body flush against hers, making her feel just how much she missed her.

Lingling’s breath hitched as Orm trailed kisses down her jaw, her grip tightening around Lingling’s waist.

“You didn’t answer my calls properly the other night,” Orm murmured against her skin, her teeth grazing Lingling’s collarbone. “You were distant.”

Lingling shivered. “I was tired.”

Orm pulled back slightly, tilting her head. “Were you?” she challenged, her hands sliding under Lingling’s shirt, slowly lifting it.

Lingling met Orm’s gaze, her heart pounding. “Orm, I—”

Orm cut her off by pulling the shirt over her head, tossing it aside. Lingling barely had a second to react before Orm’s lips were on her again, trailing from her neck down to her shoulder, nipping, sucking, marking.

“Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you?” Orm’s voice was husky, her hands gripping Lingling’s hips.

Lingling bit her lip as Orm’s kisses grew more demanding. “Show me,” she whispered.

Orm’s eyes darkened. “I intend to.”

In one swift movement, Orm lifted Lingling, carrying her effortlessly toward the bed. She laid her down with a possessiveness that sent a shiver through Lingling.

Then Orm crawled over her, her hands trailing down Lingling’s exposed skin, her lips following closely behind.

Tonight, there was no hesitation.

Tonight, Orm wasn’t asking. She was taking.

Orm hovered over Lingling, her eyes filled with hunger and something possessive.

“You’re mine,” she whispered, her breath hot against Lingling’s skin before she dipped her head down and sank her teeth gently into Lingling’s neck.

Lingling gasped, arching beneath her, her fingers curling into Orm’s blazer.

Orm chuckled, her lips dragging lower. “I missed you,” she murmured against Lingling’s collarbone, her tongue flicking out to soothe the mark she just made.

She pulled away just enough to look Lingling in the eye, her fingers tracing slow, teasing circles on Lingling’s bare stomach.

“You’ve been keeping me starving, baby,” Orm husked, before leaning down to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down the valley of Lingling’s chest.

Lingling trembled as Orm’s hands roamed lower, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts, toying with the elastic but not moving further—not yet.

“You missed me too, didn’t you?” Orm teased, her lips brushing just above Lingling’s navel.

Lingling let out a soft whimper. “Orm, stop teasing…”

Orm smirked against her skin. “Not a chance.”

With one swift, fluid motion, Orm hooked her fingers into Lingling’s shorts and pulled them down, along with her underwear, leaving her bare beneath her.

Lingling’s breath hitched as Orm sat back, taking in the sight of her.

“Fuck,” Orm muttered, dragging her tongue over her bottom lip before she leaned down again, pressing a kiss to Lingling’s inner thigh, so dangerously close to where she needed her the most.

Lingling’s legs instinctively tried to close, but Orm’s firm hands held her open.

“Uh-uh,” Orm murmured. “Let me have you properly, baby.”

Lingling let out a shaky breath, her body already burning, aching for Orm to stop teasing and just take her.

And then Orm did.

She kissed, licked, and tasted her like she was making up for every second they had spent apart. Lingling cried out, her hands flying into Orm’s hair, gripping tight.

“Fuck, Orm—”

Orm hummed against her, sending delicious vibrations through her entire body.

Lingling’s back arched off the bed, pleasure shooting through her in waves as Orm’s tongue worked her mercilessly, expertly.

Just when Lingling thought she couldn’t take anymore, Orm slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, drawing a sharp gasp from Lingling’s lips.

Orm watched her closely, her pupils blown with pure desire.

“You look so beautiful like this,” she whispered, pumping into her slowly, deeply. “Falling apart for me.”

Lingling moaned, her hips bucking, chasing the feeling.

“That’s right, baby,” Orm cooed, increasing her pace, her tongue flicking against Lingling’s most sensitive spot as her fingers worked her relentlessly.

It didn’t take long before Lingling felt herself spiraling, the pleasure cresting higher and higher until finally—

She shattered.

Her entire body tensed, then trembled violently as she cried out Orm’s name, her release washing over her in waves so intense it nearly stole her breath.

Orm held her through it, slowing her movements just enough to prolong her pleasure, letting Lingling ride it out until she was nothing but a panting, blissed-out mess beneath her.

When Lingling finally caught her breath, Orm climbed back up, capturing her lips in a deep, languid kiss, letting her taste herself on her tongue.

“God,” Lingling murmured against Orm’s lips, her body still shivering from the aftershocks.

Orm smirked, brushing Lingling’s damp hair away from her face. “Told you I missed you.”

Lingling chuckled weakly, still breathless. “Remind me to never doubt you again.”

Orm grinned before flipping them over, pulling Lingling on top of her.

“Good,” Orm whispered, her hands gripping Lingling’s waist. “Because now, it’s your turn.”

Lingling giggled breathlessly as Orm flipped them over, her body still tingling from the pleasure Orm had just given her. But now, as she straddled Orm’s waist, she saw the look in her girlfriend’s eyes—dark, needy, full of raw hunger.

Orm licked her lips, her hands resting on Lingling’s bare thighs. “You look so fucking good on top of me.”

Lingling smirked, rolling her hips just enough to tease Orm beneath her. “I know.”

Orm let out a low groan, her grip tightening on Lingling’s thighs.

Lingling leaned down, pressing soft, featherlight kisses along Orm’s jaw, trailing down to her neck. She could feel Orm’s pulse racing beneath her lips.

“Let me take care of you now,” Lingling whispered, her voice sultry and teasing.

Orm exhaled a shaky breath. “Fuck, baby… please.”

That single word sent a thrill through Lingling. She loved seeing Orm like this—desperate, undone beneath her.

She took her time, slowly unbuttoning Orm’s shirt, peeling it off inch by inch, letting her fingers dance over Orm’s bare skin.

Lingling’s lips followed the path of her fingers, kissing, licking, nipping at Orm’s collarbone, marking her the same way Orm had done to her earlier.

Orm sucked in a breath as Lingling’s mouth trailed lower, hot and wet against her skin. “God, you’re teasing me.”

Lingling grinned against her stomach, pressing another slow, open-mouthed kiss. “You do it all the time. Consider this payback.”

Orm’s head tilted back, her fingers digging into the sheets. “Fuck, baby…”

Lingling took her time undressing Orm completely, running her hands over every inch of bare skin, memorizing every curve, every soft moan that left Orm’s lips.

Finally, she kissed her way down, settling between Orm’s thighs.

Orm was already soaked, aching with need. Lingling felt a rush of pride knowing she was the one who got Orm this worked up.

Without another word, she leaned in and flicked her tongue over Orm’s most sensitive spot.

Orm jerked beneath her, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.

“Fuck, Ling…”

Lingling smirked and did it again, slower this time, savoring every reaction.

Orm gripped the sheets, her hips bucking slightly, chasing Lingling’s mouth.

Lingling took that as her cue to fully devour her.

She licked, kissed, and sucked just the way she knew Orm loved it.

Orm fell apart beneath her, moaning Lingling’s name, her thighs trembling.

Lingling pushed Orm further, slipping two fingers inside her, curling them just right.

Orm’s back arched off the bed, a strangled moan leaving her lips.

“God, baby, don’t stop,” Orm pleaded, her voice breathy and desperate.

Lingling had no intention of stopping.

She moved faster, deeper, her tongue working in sync with her fingers.

Orm’s moans grew louder, needier, her body tensing.

Then—she shattered.

Orm cried out Lingling’s name, her entire body shaking as she came undone.

Lingling kept moving, drawing out her pleasure until Orm was left breathless, completely wrecked beneath her.

When Orm finally opened her eyes, her pupils were blown, her lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Lingling smirked, crawling back up to kiss her.

“Still mad at me because of that coffee date?” Lingling teased.

Orm let out a weak laugh. “Mad? Fuck, baby, I think I just fell in love with you all over again.”

Lingling giggled, nuzzling against Orm’s neck. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Orm’s eyes darkened with desire again.

And just like that, the night was far from over.

Lingling barely had time to catch her breath before Orm flipped them over again, her eyes dark with hunger.

“You said you weren’t done with me?” Orm smirked, voice husky.

Lingling’s heart pounded. “Never.”

Orm crashed their lips together, deep, urgent, raw, their bodies already moving in sync.

Fingers tangled in hair. Soft moans filled the room. Skin against skin, heat against heat.

Orm’s thigh pressed between Lingling’s legs, making her gasp.

“Fuck, Orm…”

Orm smirked, grinding just enough to make Lingling whimper.

“Let me feel you,” Lingling whispered, pulling Orm impossibly closer.

Their legs intertwined. Bodies molded together.

They moved—slow, deep, rhythmic. Desperate, needy, perfect.

Orm groaned, burying her face into Lingling’s neck as they rocked together, finding that perfect friction.

Lingling’s nails dug into Orm’s back, breath hitching as the pleasure built, wave after wave.

“Baby, I—”

“Me too,” Orm gasped. Faster, harder, deeper.

Then—they shattered together.

A chorus of moans, limbs trembling, bodies tangled in bliss.

Silence filled the room, only their breaths lingering.

Orm pulled Lingling close, forehead against forehead, lips brushing.

“I love you,” Orm whispered.

Lingling smiled, eyes soft, full of love.

“I love you more.”

And just like that, they melted into each other again.