Behind the Spotlight

The rain started as a light drizzle, but within seconds, the sky turned dark, and a strong gust of wind blew through the campsite. A low rumble of thunder echoed in the distance. Then, without warning—boom—the rain came down in heavy sheets.

"Shit! Shit!" Noey yelped as her tent nearly collapsed.

"Grab your stuff and run!" Heng shouted.

But no one actually grabbed anything. The wind was too strong, and the rain was coming down so fast that all they could do was make a mad dash for the cabin at the edge of the campsite.

Freen, being Freen, had only one priority—Becky.

Without hesitation, she turned, scooped Becky up into her arms bridal-style, and bolted toward the cabin.

"Freen! What the hell—" Becky shrieked, wrapping her arms around Freen's neck.

"You're too precious to get wet, baby!" Freen teased, tightening her grip and running faster.

Becky couldn't even pretend to be mad. She loved this. Her girlfriend carrying her like a princess while the others screamed and tripped over each other in the mud? Yeah, she was definitely winning here.

"Freen, put me down!" she laughed, though she secretly never wanted to leave Freen's arms.

"Nope!" Freen grinned. "My girl stays safe."

The rest of their friends made it into the cabin, panting and drenched. As soon as Freen stepped inside and finally set Becky down, Noey rolled her eyes.

"Oh, of course, Becky gets VIP treatment," she snorted, wringing out her wet hair.

Heng smirked. "Freen, you ran like your life depended on it. I thought you were saving a baby or something, not your girlfriend."

"She is my baby," Freen said smoothly, throwing an arm around Becky’s shoulder.

Becky blushed but couldn't stop smiling. "She loves me more than you guys, what can I say?" she teased.

Noey groaned. "Ugh, they're that couple."

Yuki, already shivering from the cold, grumbled, "If you two start making out in front of us, I will throw something."

Everyone laughed as they spread out in the old wooden cabin, shaking off the rain and trying to get warm. The place was dusty, full of cobwebs, and smelled like damp wood, but at least it had a fireplace. Heng managed to get a small fire going, and soon, everyone was wrapped up in whatever blankets they could find.

Becky and Freen claimed a corner, snuggled up together under a thick blanket. Freen sat with her back against the wall, and Becky curled up between her legs, leaning against her chest.

Becky had every intention of just relaxing… but then she felt it.

The way Freen’s arms tightened around her. The way her breath tickled Becky’s ear. The warmth of her body pressed so close.

Oh, no.

Becky was way too turned on for this situation.

She shifted slightly, rubbing against Freen just enough to feel some friction. Freen sucked in a sharp breath.

"Behave," Freen whispered, voice low in her ear.

Becky smirked. "What? I'm just trying to get comfortable."

Freen groaned softly. "Bec…"

But Becky wasn't going to behave. Not when Freen looked this hot—her wet hair messy, her shirt slightly damp, her arms strong and wrapped around her. Not when Becky was still feeling all giddy from being carried in like a princess.

So she kept teasing.

She shifted again, pressing back against Freen’s body, rolling her hips ever so slightly.

Freen tensed. "Baby, stop," she warned, voice dropping lower.

Becky bit her lip. "Why? Is something wrong?" she asked innocently.

Freen exhaled through her nose. "You are what's wrong," she muttered, tightening her grip around Becky’s waist to hold her still.

Becky giggled but didn't stop. She reached up, brushing her fingers along Freen’s arm, tracing slow circles. She tilted her head, pressing a tiny, teasing kiss just under Freen's jawline.

Freen squeezed her eyes shut. "Baby—"

"You guys, I swear—"

Noey’s voice cut through the moment.

Becky froze. Freen coughed, shifting slightly.

Every pair of eyes in the cabin was locked on them.

"Seriously?" Yuki groaned. "In the middle of a storm?!"

Heng smirked. "You two are so obvious. Becky is literally on Freen."

"I was cold!" Becky defended, though her flushed face totally gave her away.

"Uh-huh, sure," Noey said, crossing her arms. "I bet you're burning up now, huh?"

The entire group burst into laughter.

Freen covered her face with one hand. "This is why I wanted to go camping alone," she muttered.

Becky pouted dramatically, turning to face her girlfriend. "Aww, poor baby. You still love me, though, right?"

Freen sighed, then smirked. "I guess I'll forgive you… if you really make it up to me later."

Becky grinned. "Deal."

Returning from the trip felt like stepping into another universe.

Becky got swamped with photoshoots. Freen had midterms. Their schedules never aligned, leaving Freen feeling frustrated—in more ways than one.

So when she finally got a night off, she crashed at Noey’s apartment, looking for a distraction.

Instead, she found humiliation.

“Wait, wait, wait—” Yuki choked on her soda. “You mean to tell me… you haven’t slept with Becky yet?”

Noey gasped so loudly the neighbors probably heard. “WHAT?!”

Heng nearly fell off the couch, laughing so hard he clutched his stomach. “Dude, are you serious? BECKY? The woman who looks at you like she wants to EAT you? You still haven’t—”

Freen covered her face with a pillow. “Can we not have this conversation?”

“No, we MUST have this conversation,” Yuki declared, pointing dramatically. “You are a rare specimen, Freen. A woman dating Becky Armstrong and still, somehow, untouched.”

“I hate you all,” Freen mumbled.

Noey shook her head in disbelief. “Okay, but… HOW? I mean, we’ve seen the way she looks at you. How are you still—”

Freen groaned. “It’s not like that! We’re just… taking our time.”

Yuki smirked. “Awww, how pure.”

Heng wiped fake tears. “So innocent. So fragile.”

“Screw all of you,” Freen grumbled, grabbing a pillow and launching it at them.

It had been some days that they met, Becky called Freen.

no answer.

She tried again.

Still no answer.

Becky huffed, pacing around her apartment. What could she possibly be doing that’s more important than answering my call?

A few minutes later, her phone finally buzzed. Freen’s name popped up on the screen.

Becky didn’t even let her finish the first ring before answering.

“Oh, look who finally decided to call back,” Becky teased, crossing her arms. “Did you forget about your girlfriend, or…?”

Freen chuckled softly on the other end. “Of course not, baby. I was just having dinner.”

Becky narrowed her eyes. “Dinner, huh?”

“Mhm,” Freen hummed.

“…With who?” Becky asked suspiciously.

There was a short pause. Then, Freen answered casually, “Oh, just my roommate.”

Oh, HELL no.

Becky’s jaw clenched. “Your roommate?”

“Yes, babe. You know, the person who literally lives here?”

Becky ignored her logic. “Why didn’t you tell me you were having dinner with her?”

Freen sighed. “Bec, are you jealous again?”

“No,” Becky snapped way too quickly.

Freen laughed. “You so are.”

Becky scoffed. “Excuse me? I am NOT.”

“You are, and it’s cute.”

“It is not cute,” Becky huffed. “I just don’t like the idea of my girlfriend having candlelit dinners with some mysterious roommate—”

Freen burst into laughter. “Becky, we were eating takeout on the couch while watching Netflix.”

Becky frowned. “That still sounds suspicious.”

“Oh my God,” Freen groaned playfully. “You’re unbelievable.”

Becky flopped onto her bed dramatically. “I just miss you, okay? It’s been days, Freen! Do you even remember what I look like?”

Freen chuckled. “I think so. You’re short, blonde, and very jealous.”

Becky gasped. “Rude! You better make it up to me.”

Freen smiled. “I was just about to suggest that.”

Becky perked up. “Oh?”

“Come over.”

Becky’s lips curled into a smirk. “Right now?”

“Yes, right now.”

Becky hummed, pretending to think. “Hmm. I could come over… or I could stay here and keep you waiting…”

“Bec,” Freen warned.

Becky giggled. “I’m already grabbing my keys, baby.”

“Good girl.”

Becky blushed. Oh, Freen was gonna pay for that.

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Freen barely had time to blink before Becky crashed into her.

The door had barely swung open when Becky shoved her inside, pressing her hard against the wall.

“Bec—”

Freen’s words were swallowed by Becky’s mouth, crashing into hers with raw hunger. Becky’s fingers gripped Freen’s collar, yanking her down to deepen the kiss. Their bodies pressed together, heat igniting between them instantly.

Freen groaned against Becky’s lips, trying to regain some control, but Becky wasn’t having it. Not tonight.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” Becky murmured against Freen’s lips, her voice thick with need. “Waiting to eat you up… and I do mean that.”

Freen shivered, Becky’s words sending a rush of fire straight to her core. “Becc—”

Becky’s teeth nipped at her lower lip, tugging playfully. “For days, baby. Days without touching you. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

Freen whimpered, hands flying to Becky’s waist. “I—”

Becky didn’t let her finish.

Her hands slipped under Freen’s shirt, palms gliding over the defined muscles of her abs. “Mmm. God, these abs.” Becky grinned against Freen’s mouth, nails grazing her skin teasingly.

Freen sucked in a sharp breath. “Becc ahh…”

Becky smirked, pressing her knee between Freen’s thighs, making her gasp.

“First,” Becky whispered, lips trailing down to Freen’s neck, “I’m gonna ride these abs until you can’t think straight.” She ran her tongue teasingly along Freen’s jawline before biting down just enough to make her gasp.

“Then,” she continued, pressing kisses along Freen’s throat, her hands slowly undoing the buttons of her shirt, “I’m gonna drive you insane.”

Freen groaned, head falling back against the wall. “Bec—”

Becky pulled back slightly, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “And then, baby…” Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “I’m gonna take you to heaven.”

Freen swallowed hard, her entire body on fire. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Becky grinned wickedly. “That’s the plan.”

And then, she tore Freen’s shirt open.

Freen barely had time to react before Becky’s lips were back on her, claiming her with kisses that left no room for doubt—tonight, Becky was in charge.

And Freen?

Freen was absolutely wrecked.

Freen barely had a second to react before Becky’s hands were everywhere—gliding up her torso, tracing the sharp lines of her abs, slipping under her shirt with a slow, torturous touch that sent shivers down her spine.

Becky’s lips ghosted over Freen’s ear, her voice dark and teasing. “Did you think you could just ignore me for days and get away with it?”

Freen swallowed hard, gripping Becky’s waist. “Bec, I wasn’t ignoring you. I was just—”

“Just?” Becky cut her off, rolling her hips against Freen’s, making her gasp. “Having dinner with your roommate while I was starving for you?” Her hands slid up, fingers grazing over Freen’s exposed collarbones. “That’s cruel, baby.”

Freen chuckled breathlessly. “You’re insane.”

Becky smirked, leaning in, her lips brushing just barely over Freen’s. “And you love it.”

Freen’s knees nearly gave out when Becky pressed her thigh between her legs, adding just enough pressure to make her head spin.

“Becky…” Freen groaned, tilting her head back against the wall.

“Shhh,” Becky hushed, her tongue flicking against the sensitive spot on Freen’s neck, her teeth grazing over it before sucking just enough to leave a mark. “I want you to remember who you belong to.”

Freen’s hands clenched around Becky’s hips, fingers digging into her soft skin. “Baby, if you keep this up—”

Becky’s fingers trailed lower, brushing just barely over the waistband of Freen’s jeans. “If I keep this up what?” She teased, her lips quirking into a wicked grin.

Freen’s breath hitched. “I swear—”

Becky suddenly pulled away, stepping back just enough to make Freen groan at the loss of contact.

“Oh? You’re swearing now?” Becky teased, crossing her arms and smirking. “What happened to my sweet, innocent Freen?”

Freen’s jaw clenched. Two could play this game.

Without warning, she grabbed Becky’s wrist, spun her around, and pressed her against the wall, switching their positions in an instant.

Becky gasped. “Freen—”

Freen leaned in close, her breath warm against Becky’s lips. “You like teasing, huh?”

Becky’s eyes darkened, but her smirk didn’t falter. “Mmhmm.”

Freen’s hand slid down Becky’s side, her fingers dancing over the hem of her shirt. “Then let’s see how much you can take.”

Becky shivered. “Oh, baby, you have no idea.”

Freen smirked. “Oh, I will.”

And with that, she crashed her lips against Becky’s, swallowing her moans as the night stretched on with nothing but heat, tangled limbs, and the sound of their whispered names filling the room.

The room was thick with heat, their breaths mingling in the charged space between them. Freen’s lips never left Becky’s skin—her jaw, her neck, the sweet spot just below her ear that made Becky shudder against her.

Becky’s fingers were impatient, tugging Freen’s shirt over her head and tossing it somewhere behind them. “Finally,” she breathed, running her hands over the toned muscles she’d been dying to touch. Her nails scraped lightly over Freen’s abs, making her tense. “God, you’re unreal.”

Freen smirked against Becky’s lips. “You’ve been thinking about this, huh?”

Becky bit her lower lip, nodding shamelessly. “Every damn second.”

Freen groaned, grabbing Becky’s thighs and lifting her with ease. Becky wrapped her legs around Freen’s waist, arms locking behind her neck as Freen carried her toward the bed. Their kisses were desperate, messy, filled with days of pent-up hunger.

As soon as Becky’s back hit the mattress, she tugged Freen down on top of her. “No more waiting,” she whispered, voice thick with need.

Freen’s gaze burned into hers. “Patience, baby.” She trailed her fingers over Becky’s waist, feeling the way she trembled under her touch.

Becky huffed in frustration. “You’re enjoying this.”

Freen grinned, leaning down to press slow, open-mouthed kisses along Becky’s collarbone. “Very much.”

Becky groaned. “You’re evil.”

“And you love it.”

Becky had enough—tonight was about Freen. She flipped them around, straddling Freen’s waist with a slow, deliberate movement. Her fingers traced over Freen’s collarbone, down her arms, pinning her gently against the bed.

Lowering herself, Becky captured Freen’s lips, deepening the kiss with a hunger that sent shivers down Freen’s spine. She sucked, nipped, and claimed every inch of her mouth, making Freen’s breath hitch.

“Do you know what it does to me, knowing I’m your first?” Becky whispered against her lips, her voice thick with desire. “It drives me wild, baby… makes me want to ruin you, make you mine in every way, makes me wanna fuck yo so hard”

Freen’s body trembled beneath her, her breaths uneven, her pupils blown wide with anticipation. Becky smirked, dragging her fingers down Freen’s sides, feeling the way her muscles tensed under her touch.

“But…” Becky murmured, her lips ghosting over Freen’s jaw, down the column of her throat, making her arch into her touch. “I’m going to take my sweet time with you, my precious girl. I want you to feel everything, i wanna make love to you”

She trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, lingering just above the waistband of her shorts. Freen whimpered, her body already burning with need. Becky kissed one thigh, then the other, her touch featherlight but devastating.

Freen was a moaning mess by the time Becky reached her center, her thighs trembling. Becky glanced up, smirking at the sight of Freen—eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, lips parted in pleasure.

“All this for me, baby?” Becky teased, pressing a kiss just above where Freen needed her most.

Freen gasped, her hips bucking instinctively. “Mmmh… yes, Becky… all for you.”

“Good girl,” Becky praised, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She leaned down, taking her time, savoring every reaction she pulled from Freen, every shaky moan, every quiver of her body. She could feel how close Freen was, how desperately she was holding on.

And then Becky stopped.

“No… no, baby,” Freen whined, her voice raw with need. “I was so close… please.”

Becky grinned at the desperate sight before her. She moved up, pinning Freen’s hands above her head, eyes dark with mischief.

“Did I say you could complain?” Becky murmured, her lips brushing against Freen’s ear, sending a shudder through her. “You’ll take what I give you.”

Freen swallowed hard, her breath hitching as Becky’s fingers ghosted lower again, teasing, tormenting. “Just relax, baby,” Becky soothed, her tone softer now. “I’ll go slow.”

With that, Becky pressed a single finger inside, watching Freen’s expression shift—eyes fluttering shut, lips parting, body arching into her touch.

“Look at me,” Becky whispered.

Freen forced her eyes open, meeting Becky’s gaze, and at that moment, she knew—she was completely and utterly undone.

Becky watched as Freen trembled beneath her, her breathing uneven, her body aching for more. She kept her finger inside, moving slowly, teasingly, feeling every reaction, every twitch of Freen’s muscles.

“Such a good girl for me,” Becky whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Freen’s jaw, her free hand sliding up to cup her cheek. “I love watching you like this… completely mine.”

Freen whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut again, her body melting under Becky’s touch. But Becky wasn’t done teasing. She curled her finger just right, earning a strangled moan from Freen’s lips.

“B-Becky…” Freen’s voice cracked, her hips rolling instinctively.

“Mmm, baby, you’re so sensitive,” Becky murmured, adding another finger, stretching her gently. “Does it feel good?”

Freen’s response was a broken moan, her head rolling back. Becky chuckled, pressing her lips against Freen’s throat, sucking lightly, marking her.

“I need you,” Freen breathed, her hands gripping Becky’s shoulders, nails digging in slightly. “More… please.”

Becky smirked. “So desperate,” she teased, moving her fingers a little faster, pressing deep. “I love hearing you beg for me.”

Freen’s breathing hitched, her legs tightening around Becky’s waist. She was close, so unbearably close.

“Bec… I-I—”

“Shhh, baby, I’ve got you,” Becky whispered, pressing her forehead against Freen’s, her lips brushing against hers. “Come for me, my love.”

That was all it took. Freen shattered beneath her, her body arching, her moan echoing through the room as pleasure crashed over her. Becky held her close, whispering sweet praises as Freen trembled, riding out every wave of her release.

When it was over, Freen collapsed against the sheets, her breath ragged, her body still pulsing from the aftershocks. Becky smiled, brushing damp strands of hair from Freen’s flushed face, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“You okay, baby?” Becky asked softly, stroking Freen’s cheek.

Freen hummed, her body still buzzing. “More than okay…” she whispered, her voice thick with exhaustion. “That was… wow.”

Becky grinned, wrapping Freen in her arms, pulling her close. “Get some rest, my love. We’ve got all night.”

The knocking on the door grew louder, followed by an impatient voice.

“Freen? Are you awake?”

Freen’s eyes widened in panic. “Shit, it’s my roommate.”

Becky, lying beside her with a smug grin, lazily traced circles on Freen’s bare shoulder. “So? Let her knock.”

Freen glared at her. “She’ll think something’s wrong if I don’t answer.”

Becky leaned in, her lips ghosting over Freen’s ear. “She already heard you screaming my name, baby. Pretty sure she knows exactly what’s going on.”

Freen’s face burned red. “Becky!” she whispered harshly, shoving Becky playfully, but Becky only chuckled, loving how flustered she got.

Another knock. “Freen! Are you okay? I heard—” The voice hesitated, and Freen could practically hear the realization clicking into place. “Oooooh.”

Freen groaned and buried her face into Becky’s shoulder. “Kill me now.”

Becky, on the other hand, was absolutely thrilled. She nipped at Freen’s jaw. “Awww, baby, you’re embarrassed?”

Freen glared at her. “Shut up.”

“I mean, I did make you loud,” Becky teased, rolling onto her back and stretching, looking way too pleased with herself. “Not my fault if your roommate had front-row seats to the best performance of your life.”

Freen smacked a pillow over Becky’s face. “You’re insufferable.”

From outside the door, her roommate giggled. “I’ll take that as a ‘you’re fine.’ Also… congrats, Freen. Finally!”

Becky burst out laughing, while Freen groaned and buried herself deeper under the blanket.

“Not another word from you,” Freen muttered, but Becky just kissed the top of her head, holding her close.

After a while, the embarrassment faded, leaving only warmth between them.

Becky ran her fingers through Freen’s hair. “So, are you officially mine now, baby?”

Freen peeked up at her, lips curving into a smile. “I thought I already was.”

“Mmm, true,” Becky hummed, kissing her gently. “But just so you know, now that I’ve had a taste, I’m never letting you go.”

Freen shivered at the possessiveness in her voice. “Good. Because I don’t want you to.”