Chapter 20
Though Namtan had made heated promises to Film, they'd toned it down a bit for the cab ride, and the walk back up to their room, despite Film's plans.
(Not that she'd planned on pinning Namtan against the elevator wall and getting her off before they even reached their floor).
Namtan had instead settled on holding Film's hand as they made their way up, her smile genuine, her kisses soft and unaggressive, so as not to start anything they couldn't pull away from in public. Namtan had even leaned back into Film's embrace, just allowing the brunette to hold her, needing the close proximity as a reassurance that this was in fact happening.
Film hadn't hesitated in supporting Namtan's weight, wrapping her arms around her from behind as she pressed a soft kiss to Namtan's neck, causing the artist to yelp slightly in surprise before the doors rolled open, and she tugged Film along to their room, brightening the hallway with her amused grin.
Everything felt giddy, and absolutely radiant and bright. That was the effect Namtan had on Film.
Film never wanted it to end.
They'd come to their door with equally amused smiles, and Namtan handed the key card to Film, one hand still laced with hers as Film did the honors, knowing full well that Namtan's attempts would only delay them further.
Film felt herself yanked into the room by Namtan, the door clicking shut behind them as Namtan's eyes fell to the island, where a bottle of champagne and a small note on a piece of the hotel's logo paper pad was sitting.
"What's this?" Film hummed, coming from behind Namtan to read the note.
She immediately turned beet red and Namtan grinned, snatching the note from her hands. It read:
Congrats. Get some tonight.
-Lookmhee and Sonya
P.S. Namtan, I charged it to your credit card. I also got myself one. Or two.
"Oh my god." Namtan rolled her eyes, tossing the note on the counter.
"They don't seem to have much faith in us." Film agreed, leaning back against the counter with a wry smile.
"Maybe It's because of our so-called failure last night." Film informed her. At that Namtan turned around to trap her against the counter.
"If I recall correctly, you certainly didn't fail on my thigh." Namtan chimed cockily, watching Film gape.
"That was embarrassing." Film blushed, burying her face in Namtan's neck.
"I think we should do it again." Namtan whispered, smirking when Film punched her arm weakly. "I thought it was hot."
"Speaking of hot, It's really hot." Film mumbled, pushing herself off the counter. "I'll open the balcony door." She murmured, making her way over.
Namtan eyed the champagne bottle, picking it up and whimpering slightly at the chilled edge of the glass. She removed the foil, bringing it out to Film, who was leaning against the railing of the balcony, taking in the sway of the breeze and the faint sounds from floors below.
Namtan smirked when she pressed the chilled bottle against Film's exposed neck, causing Film to jump back in surprise, mouth agape.
"Namtan!" Film snapped, taking the bottle from her hands, recognizing Namtan's invitation to open it.
"Sorry." Namtan shrugged carelessly, watching in awe as the seemingly full moon had pierced its way through the veil of the clouds, simply illuminating Film's features. She felt as if she were floating, and her lips hadn't even touched the champagne.
That was all Film, all the time.
Namtan felt herself lose control; consequences be damned. Film had to know how she felt. She took the bottle from Film's hands, settling it on the table beside her as she took Film's now freezing hands in her own.
"Namtan?" Film questioned in mild surprise.
"Film." Namtan sighed her name breathily, like it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever heard. She released Film's hands to cup her cheeks instead, and without prefacing it at all, without uttering an apology or a foreword, she murmured, "I love you."
Her lips found Film's in the softest, most tender of kisses. Her eyes were closed, but she felt Film's hesitant hands steady her at her waist. Film reveled in the softness of Namtan's full, pouty lips. She kissed Film for what seemed like hours, keeping it gentle and unassuming, only to illustrate her love for the woman, her best friend, her soulmate.
Namtan only pulled back when she felt a certain dampness on Film's cheek for the second time that evening, and she tenderly kissed away Film's tears, shaking her head when Film looked like she was going to force some sort of response.
"Listen." Namtan hadn't realized that she herself had been tearing up at the overwhelming weight of her confession. "I know we do everything out of order." She chuckled quietly, and Film cracked a messy smile at that, her breathing ragged. "But, Film, I've known for a while now. And you don't have to say it, or feel it-god-I'd never do that to you. I wanted to tell you last night, but I waited. I waited because I didn't want you to think it was the alcohol talking, or the heat of the moment." Namtan shook her head to illustrate her point. "God, I just really, really love you. I'm in love with you." Her voice shook as her wet gaze found Film's.
Film could see the fear in her eyes, belying her own words of reassurance that Film didn't have to reciprocate.
Film felt the lump in her throat and pushed it back, taking a shaky breath. She didn't know what to say. How could she ever convey something like that in something so mundane as words?
"Please..." Namtan practically whimpered. "Just, say something, so I know you're okay."
Film reached forward, brushing away the wet tears on Namtan's face with her thumbs, cupping her face the way Namtan was holding hers.
"Namtan Tipnaree." Film took in what she presumed to be her final breath, surely Namtan was killing her. "I love you." She admitted, a soft whisper.
Nothing was more rewarding than seeing Namtan's face light up the way it did, the sparkle back in her gaze, enough to rival the brilliant flare of the cosmos that hung above them in the dark fabric of the night sky.
Namtan was grinning into their kiss, and suddenly it was messy, though not for lack of trying. Their eager attempts, paired with their inability to stop smiling, made for quite the kiss.
"I love you, Namtan." Film repeated for good measure, as if the words on her lips needed practice and repetition.
"That sounds really nice." Namtan groaned, pulling apart from Film's lips, still locked in her embrace.
"I love you, Namtan." Film grinned as she said it again, lips trailing down Namtan's jaw, settling on the prior bruises she'd left on Namtan's neck, fixing to freshen them.
Namtan's entire body jerked with the shift of the heat, and suddenly, her goal was back in place. "Babi. Champagne." She reminded, her voice husky.
Film pressed a soft kiss to Namtan's neck as she acquiesced, removing the wire cage from the top as she rested the bottle on her hip, working the cork with twists of long, elegant, incredibly capable fingers.
The cork popped off, falling far below, and the liquid bubbled off the top, spilling slightly off the sides and down Film's fingers. She handed it to Namtan, and Namtan smirked, tossing it back straight from the bottle, licking her lips as she handed the bottle back to Film, both now incredibly aroused.
"Mm." Namtan hummed her appreciation, feeling refreshed. "I think we owe them. Try it."
To Namtan's surprise, Film set the bottle down and instead pulled Namtan forward by the hips, their bodies colliding as she kissed Namtan's lips and swept her tongue over them instead, fighting a smirk when she heard Namtan's loud moan of surprise, her tongue teasing Namtan as she pulled back, sucking gently on Namtan's lower lip as she released it slowly and hazily, licking her own instead.
Namtan was absolutely breathless in shock, the heat that had been pooling in her abdomen now spreading to every part of her body as she felt a familiar dampness.
"You're right. It is delicious." Film replied breathily, smirking when Namtan practically jumped her, whispering, "Film. Take me to our bed, right now."
*
Namtan's thighs were tight around Film's hips as she felt her back pressed against the wall, Film pinning her there as she set about suckling the tender flesh of Namtan's neck, nuzzling every bruise she left, soothing strikes of her tongue leaving Namtan feeling entirely spoiled.
"Namtan." Film breathed into her ear.
"Hmmm." Was all Namtan managed, her fingers tangled in Film's silky hair from where they hung around her neck.
"I know we both want this." Film murmured, interrupting herself to nip right under Namtan's earring. "But tell me, if you ever want to stop, or-"
Namtan had to sport a giddy grin at Film's check for her consent, shaking her head in disbelief. "Believe me, Babi, I will. And they say chivalry is-OH-" Namtan gasped when Film bit down on her neck teasingly. "-dead." She finished lamely.
"My intentions are anything but." Film muttered; her voice distracted. Namtan felt Film's finger slip up her thigh, brushing her thumb up and down her inner leg. Film, seemingly fully renewed with energy, turned towards the bed, laying Namtan on her back as she climbed atop her, careful to distribute her weight on either side of Namtan's body.
"Your dress." Film murmured against her lips as she leaned down to give Namtan a wet kiss. "Turn over."
Namtan didn't have to be told twice. Rolling so that she was on her stomach, she gasped when Film's hands ghosted over her back, her lips taking Namtan’s earlobe and Namtan let out a gasp when she bit on it. Her fingers finding the zipper as she slowly peeled it down, trailing kisses to every inch of new flesh of her neck she'd revealed, her lips stopping at the small of Namtan's back as she leaned up, watching Namtan as she turned around to sit up, shimmy out of the dress and toss it aside, leaving her in her set of lacy undergarments. Her bra displayed her full chest, the thin fabric showcasing the effect Film had on her.
Namtan was on her back again under Film, her arms reaching for the straps of Film's dress, peeling them off and watching as Film leaned back to slide out of it.
Namtan smirked. "I knew you brought lingerie for a reason." She muttered, eyeing the black, skimy bra and panty set Film had nervously opted to wear hours ago, in tiny hopes that Namtan would see and appreciate it.
Namtan's eyes fell to Film's toned abdomen, the muscles tense with the want that filled her core.
"Wow." Namtan muttered as Film resumed hovering over her, Namtan's hands grazing Film's tight abs, watching her bite her lip in response. "Film, you're so beautiful." She murmured dreamily as Film smiled, leaning down to kiss Namtan as she trailed her fingers down Namtan's bare stomach, leaving goosebumps in her wake.
"Not even close to you, Namtan, you're breathtaking."
Film tapped Namtan's thigh twice without breaking the kiss, and Namtan seemed to get the message, parting her legs with a slight whimper as she bit Film's lower lip. She yelped slightly when Film put a knee between Namtan's now parted thighs, pushing against her core.
"Fuck." Namtan breathed as Film felt how wet she was, through the fabric of her panties, against her knee. "Babi, I...."
"Not yet." Film teased in a whisper, pressing her knee against Namtan's sex and then pulling back slightly, enjoying the way Namtan whined with the removed friction.
"Now we're even." Film whispered as she drowned Namtan's whine with another kiss, grinding down against her abs as she murmured, "It's my turn to take care of you, isn't it?"
Namtan's response was barely a grunt as her fingers found purchase on the backside of Film's bra clasp, deftly unhooking it and tossing it aside, freeing Film's breasts with a look of smug satisfaction.
Film let out a gasp when Namtan's thumbs brushed over her nipples, hardening further at the touch, begging for Namtan's pouty lips. Namtan leaned up to meet Film in a kiss, so that they were both level. Namtan acquiesced, never one to deprive Film of anything, and teased with her tongue first, lapping gently as Film sucked in a sharp breath.
When she began to suckle teasingly, Film let out a cry, tangling her hands in Namtan's hair as she leaned into her mouth, desperate for more. "Fuck." Film hissed as she felt herself grinding onto Namtan still.
Namtan teased the other with her finger rolls and pinches, releasing Film’s breast with a small pop and a lick of her lips as she glanced up at Film from below, eyes sparkling with lust and also adoration.
Film ran a hand through her own hair, unclasping Namtan's bra as well, tossing it aside carelessly. However, instead of returning the favor, she pushed Film back, detaching their kiss as she instead pressed a trail of kisses from Film's chest, trailing down her abdomen, stopping with a final kiss on Film's hip.
She paused, and Film's hips canted forward in response. Namtan smirked, fingers at the edge of Film's panties. She bit down with her teeth, gently scraping Film's milky skin as she peeled Film's panties off, using her fingers to impatiently do the rest. Film's panties in hand, she stepped back off the bed, gently pulling Film forward, so that her legs were hanging off the edge.
Film was absolutely limp in her hands, gasping slightly at every movement Namtan made. Namtan leaned forward on her knees, ushering Film's legs on either of her shoulders as she laced their hands together, reaching forward while Film reached downward, rubbing her thumb over Namtan's fingers.
Namtan pressed a kiss to her mound, feeling Film shiver and jerk forward as she began to trail soft kisses into her sex, lips sliding easily over the dripping wet folds.
"God, you're so wet." Namtan muttered, her lips brushing against Film as she spoke, sending a shock through her girlfriend.
She began by licking the length of Film's sex, her tongue effortlessly finding and sweeping over every inch of her, tasting, reveling, pleasuring.
Film whimpered, "Fuck, Namtan..." As her body jerked up in appreciation, her spine arching slightly.
Namtan released her hands and instead brought them to graze over Film's clit, watching her hips buck as she drew a gasp.
Namtan smirked when she got the desired response, and with careful accuracy, she rested two of her fingertips at Film's entrance, watching with lust as Film rolled her hips, encompassing them as Namtan assisted with a forward push, savoring the tight feeling of being inside Film.
Film's breathy moans and absolutely needy whispers of "Namtan, yes, Namtan fuck me." were all the ammunition Namtan needed to pleasure Film further.
Namtan began with slow but deliberate thrusts, watching Film's hips buck in time with her thrusts, rolling deeper onto Namtan's long fingers, buried within her, to get as much feeling as possible. Namtan then seemed to awaken from her state of observation, slipping in her third finger as Film gasped out, reciting Namtan's name like it was a prayer, hips jerking against Namtan's sweet thrusts.
Namtan used her free hand to brush against Film's clit in circular motions, teasing with slight touches and the dance of her finger tips, leaving Film begging as she instead wrapped her free arm around Film's thigh, anchoring her sex to Namtan's latest addition: Her lips, as she began again with strokes of her tongue, like the sweet punishment of a whip. Namtan took Film's clit into her mouth after her varied ensemble of strokes, sucking gently against Film's nerves as she felt Film begin to crumble against her mouth, crying out with every thrust.
"Namtan.. Oh, fuck, Namtan! Yes, Namtan, right the- Oh, fuck."
The stimulation was entirely too much, and Film was spiraling in the most heavenly way. Namtan's fingers curled with her, hitting her wall at the right angle, repeatedly weakening any resolve she had left.
Film coming was one of the most beautiful things Namtan had ever witnessed.
It was music to Namtan's ears. Every breathy moan and needy gasp of pleasure as Film's abdominal muscles tightened and her head flew back, her eyes shutting as her entire body shuddered with unprecedented pleasure, rippling through her like a white hot wave of heat that left her quivering into Namtan's mouth, dripping with appreciation.
Namtan continued lapping at her with cooled intensity, effectively cleaning her up and helping her come down from her first high of the evening. Namtan pressed a quick kiss to her core, before climbing back up the bed, giving a quick pinch to Film's weak legs, leaning down to kiss her lips.
Film's little moan of delight was Namtan's greatest reward, as she tasted herself on Namtan's lips, sucking and kissing Namtan in a heated thank you, pulling back slightly to wrap her arms around Namtan, watching Namtan smirk contentedly.
"Did I mention I love you?" Namtan mumbled as she pressed soft kisses to Film's chest, fingers grazing Film's toned biceps.
Film hummed her answer against her, fingers busying themselves with Namtan's panties as she turned Namtan over, seemingly recovered from her orgasm with renewed vigor.
Namtan looked up into Film's eyes, lust and love in her gaze as their lips crashed together, Film clearly exerting her dominance as she pinned Namtan's wrists above her, her lips detaching to tease Namtan's breasts momentarily before pulling away.
"Film." Namtan whined, feeling deprived at Film's game.
"Patience." Film demanded, her voice undeniably carrying the authority as she trailed kisses against Namtan's neck, her hands reaching down, tugging Namtan's panties up against her aroused sex, watching with a smirk as Namtan yelped, "Film, fuck!"
Film, leaned back, still kissing Namtan as her fingers slipped into Namtan's panties, dipping into Namtan's folds as she brought her dripping fingers back, letting out a choked groan of want when Namtan took them between her lips, sucking gently, eyes locking with Film's.
"You're so ready." Film whispered teasingly. "So wet."
"You always make me wet. This entire damn trip." Namtan groaned into her shoulder, and Film felt heat well up within her at Namtan's confession. How many times had Namtan needed Film to touch her when they'd been perfectly able to?
The thought made her determined to make this effort outstanding. Kissing Namtan once more, tasting Namtan's juices on her lips, she peeled back at Namtan's panties, dragging her fingers over Namtan's folds. She dipped into Namtan with two fingers, sliding in and feeling Namtan's walls clench tightly around her.
"Fuck." Namtan gasped into Film's lips as Film pushed all the way into her, her fingers finally honoring Namtan's dreams for them. "Yes..." She moaned and bit her lip, trying to stifle her cries of pleasure.
Film shook her head, thumb brushing against Namtan's clit. "Look at me." Film demanded in a soft whisper, and Namtan's gaze found hers, filled with raw need. What do you want, Namtan?" She seemed entirely too articulate, and Namtan was in love with the way she said her name.
"I want-" Namtan gasped and her hips bucked with Film's sudden thrust. "I want you." She moaned.
"I'm already yours." Film smiled teasingly, nipping at Namtan's lip. "What do you want, Namtan?" She repeated, and Namtan wanted to kill her as much as she wanted Film to fuck her.
"I want you to..." Namtan trailed off and she realized Film was rather merciful, her thrusts increasing with speed as she added a third finger, her lips gifting Namtan with a quick kiss.
"Fuck, Film, right there." Namtan threw her head back in pleasure when Film's hand pulled Namtan closer, her lips circling Namtan's nipple as she teased, gently sucking.
Namtan let out a cry and took Film by surprise when she threw her leg around her, giving Film slight increased access with each thrust.
Film was everywhere, and Namtan couldn't get enough. Her mouth on Namtan's breast, her thumb at Namtan's clit, her fingers thrusting within her, curling against her front wall with experienced accuracy.
Namtan had never been so thoroughly stimulated and worn out all at once. "Baby! Fuck!" She cried out as she felt her thighs and abdomen clenching, biting into Film's neck as she came up to soothe Namtan's lips, after a particularly pleasing bite on Namtan's breast that left her reeling.
"I'm so close. I'm so close." Namtan whispered as she jerked her hips against Film's godly hand, practically trying to ride her as Film added pressure to her clit.
Film locked eyes with Namtan, though Namtan felt a familiar fluttering of her eyelids, and Film's soft kiss and whisper of, "Come for me, Namtan." Were the last things she remembered before she saw stars and her body went numb with the strongest wave of pleasure she'd ever experienced.
She clenched around Film, her fingers hardly able to move within Namtan as they continued working her, feeling the flood of her orgasm as Namtan cried out Film's name with a string of profanities. Film felt Namtan relax after several long moments, and she busied herself with kissing Namtan's jaw softly, delicately, coaxing her back from the heavens.
She withdrew from within Namtan, her hands wrapping around Namtan as they pulled her into a tight embrace, both Namtan and Film facing each other, panting, heart rates settling after such an intense spike.
Namtan's eyes finally opened to meet Film's soft gaze, and the first thing that escaped her kiss bruised, swollen lips was, "Film, fuck."
Film gave her a genuine smile, leaning forward to kiss Namtan gently before leaning back to face her once more.
Namtan's hand found Film's, lacing them together as she brought Film's hand up and kissed it softly.
Film's expression softened at the motion. "Hi." She whispered.
"Hey." Namtan replied breathlessly. "You were..."
Film smirked against Namtan's lips, and Namtan shook her head. "Don't let it go to your head. You're still my nerd."
Film rolled her eyes at the nickname, enjoying the way Namtan nuzzled into her neck.
"You know what pisses me off?"
"That's not something someone wants to hear after sex, Namtan."
Namtan barked out a laugh at that, her body rocking in Film's strong grip.
"No, it wasn't you-well-I mean, it was you, I..."
"Namtan?"
"We could've been doing this a long time ago, Film." Namtan mumbled into her neck.
Film had to agree.
They had a lot to make up for.
"Well..." Film placed a kiss on Namtan's shoulder. "I am yet to return the favor, right? So, would you like to ride your girlfriend's thigh, Ms. Tipnaree?"