Chapter 4

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Freen's

bec.. we're fine. we'll do great, relax.. i told becky when i saw her feeling nervous and quite frantic. i was trying to act cool myself but i was nervous as hell too. It's not like this is the first time we'd be kissing. We've done it countless of times already, even more than that in front of the cameras. But that won't just stop the fact that we're gonna be kissing again. crazy how i feel giddy.

action! that was our cue to get on the act, only it isn't the case for me because every time we're kissing, it was always Freen who kisses her, not the character i am portraying for the show.

as what we were instructed, i took the initiative and passed becky the candy from my mouth, pushing it onto her mouth using my lips, slightly using my tongue. after making sure that the candy was passed and after she had her moment with it, i pecked her lips once.. twice.. she happily puckered her lips up to meet mine. we gazed at each other for a moment then i held her cheek and pressed our lips together again for a long deep kiss which she returned immediately.

since we were told earlier that this kiss scene has to be quite intense, i decided to add more of my feelings into it and poked my tongue out on her lower lip, i felt her stopped kissing for a moment that's why i slid my palm at the back of her head softly and firmly pressed her lips into mine harder that left her no choice but to kiss back again, in the same intensity at that. i'm feeling all sorts of hot right now and i'm fighting every urge to detach my lips from her own and proceed to kissing her neck instead.

i felt becky having quite a hard time breathing because of our kiss' duration and intensity, so to give her a little break, i pulled back a bit detaching our lips. we stared at each other's eyes for a few moments until i decided she had enough break for now and i want her lips on mine back. the intensity doubled this time, we kissed deeper, harder. we kissed like we were telling things to each other through kissing. at least that's how it felt for me.

shooting my shot again for the french kiss we want to achieve, i grazed my tongue on her lip and becky still didn't give in so i decided biting her lip a little that causes her to open her mouth a bit that gave me the chance to start exploring it with my tongue. the denial and hesitation she initially has when i first started trying to kiss her with my tongue are all gone because both of us are now fighting for dominance. of course it has to be me dominating her, as our fandom says, it's top Freen ;)

i was enjoying it, a bit too much i think. when we heard the director cut the scene. we slowly pulled away, chest heaving, both breathless. i thought they forgot about it. too carried away with the scene me and becky are playing before their eyes because we kissed for like a solid 2 minutes there, or maybe even a bit more. but i didn't mind it, really. i would have go on and on kissing her for however long they want, they wouldn't hear me complaining even once.

the director, crew, staff, and even our managers complimented us, obviously happy with the results. we carefully slid off the scooter with me helping becky out by guiding her with my hands. my gaze landed to her thoroughly kissed lips, i internally smirked. good job, sarocha.

i carefully wiped her lips with my thumb feeling the sticky candy we used in the scene. the candy was sticky and your lips looked all smudged. did i kiss you too hard? i'm sorry i guess i was too carried away with my feelings. i realized what i have just said when i saw her blushed and quickly added; for the scene. the hell it was. of course it wasn't, and how i wish i can tell her that. we said our good job to each other too after she says that it's okay and that it turned out to be a good scene, anyways.

i know it's messed up, i'm not toying with her, i want to tell her that. i am well aware of her feelings for me and i know it's still there. i can see it in her eyes, the way her orbs shows the same emotions in them way before things become a mess with us.

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