What's Behind The Scenes [FAYEYOKO FANFICTION]

Chapter 25

Faye Malisorn's POV

We both get dressed in comfortable clothes. As we do, I can't help but steal glances at her, watching as she moves around the room, pulling on her clothes and fixing her hair.

Once we're both dressed, Yoko turns to me and asks, "So, what are we going to do now? We still have the rest of the night."

Her tone is casual, as if she hasn't just given me a mini heart attack with her earlier behavior.

"Do you want to sleep already?"

"I'm not sleepy yet," she replies, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "I feel like doing something."

"What do you want to do?"

"I know," she says, "Let's watch TV."

The idea seems harmless enough, and a movie might distract me from the earlier incidents. I nod in agreement.

"Sure, what kind of movie do you want to watch?" I say, trying to shake off my lingering feelings and get into the lighthearted mood.

"We should rewatch our own show together."

I raise an eyebrow, surprised at the idea but also amused. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, we can laugh at all the awkward moments, and relive some good memories. It'll be fun! And we can analyze our acting."

"Alright,"

We head to the living room, and I take charge of setting up the TV and getting the show ready. Yoko, meanwhile, plops down on the couch, already making herself comfortable.

Once the show is all set up, I join Yoko on the couch, settling into the cushions next to her.

Without warning, Yoko stands up, making me wondering what she's doing. To my surprise, she doesn't sit next to me again, but positions herself between my legs, her back facing me. She settles against me, her body fitting comfortably into the space.

As the show plays on, Yoko starts idly playing with my hands, her fingers tracing the lines on my palm, entwining our fingers together, and gently massaging my knuckles.

The simple action is oddly soothing, and combined with the familiar scenes of our show playing on the screen, it feels strangely intimate.

After a few minutes of silently playing with my hands, Yoko suddenly speaks up, her voice a soft whisper.

"Your hands are really cold," she notes, her fingers gently rubbing my cold hands as if to bring them warmth.

I chuckle softly, a little surprised by her observation. "Yeah, sorry about that. I've always had cold hands."

Without giving me any warning, Yoko suddenly takes my cold hands and guides them underneath her t-shirt.

My hands find themselves resting flat on her bare stomach, and I can feel the warmth of her skin against my cold palms. I can't help the small gasp of surprise at the unexpected action.

I swallow, trying to keep my heart rate steady as I feel the heat of her skin against my palms.

"W-what are you doing?" I manage to stutter out.

"Just trying to warm up your hands," Yoko replies casually, her voice light and innocent as if it's the most normal thing in the world to suddenly put someone's hand on your bare skin.

Yoko suddenly spins around on my lap, her knees resting on either side of me.

The action catches me off guard again, and I have to bite my tongue to prevent myself from reacting too strongly. The sudden change in position puts her much closer to me, her chest almost touching mine.