Freen and Becky: Shadows of Obsession

15 | A Fire Ignited

Becky turned towards Freen, who stood frozen like a statue, her mind racing as the tension in the room crackled with unresolved emotions. The soft glow of the living room lamps cast shadows around them, but the air was thick with desire, frustration, and love.

With swift determination, Becky closed the distance between them, her hands reaching out to grab Freen's collar, slamming her lips against Freen's in an angry, passionate kiss. The force of the kiss left Freen momentarily breathless, her eyes fluttering shut as she moaned softly in response. Becky's hands roamed across Freen's body, hungry and possessive, staking her claim.

Without a word, Becky guided Freen toward the couch. Freen's knees buckled as Becky pushed her down, straddling her lap. "I hate when she touches any part of you," Becky growled, her voice trembling with jealousy and possessiveness as she looked deeply into Freen's eyes.

Freen's heart raced, her body responding instinctively to Becky's touch, the intensity of the moment making it hard for her to form coherent thoughts. Becky's lips were on hers again, their breaths mingling, the kiss deepening with each passing second. Becky's hands gripped Freen's shirt as she pulled away just long enough to start trailing kisses down her neck, biting and sucking gently, leaving a trail of marks.

"I also don't like when someone touches me other than you," Freen stuttered, her voice shaky as Becky's lips continued to work their way down her skin.

Becky's fingers moved swiftly, unbuttoning Freen's nightshirt as her lips hovered just above Freen's collarbone. A small smirk tugged at the corner of Becky's lips as she whispered, "You're mine. Only mine. And I will never let anyone else have you, no matter what."

Freen felt her heart swell at Becky's words, her chest tightening with emotion. She reached up to pull Becky's shirt over her head, leaving her in nothing but a bra. "I'm yours, only yours," Freen murmured, her voice heavy with affection and passion. "We belong to each other, and no one can take you away from me."

The heat between them grew intense, their bodies pressed together as they shared another deep kiss, their hands exploring each other's skin. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their world. They made love on the couch, the passion between them a raw, burning force that neither could resist. Time passed in a blur, their breaths labored as they moved together in perfect sync.

Afterward, they lay tangled together on the couch, both of them basking in the warmth and satisfaction of their love. Freen, her fingers gently tracing circles on Becky's arm, felt a deep sense of peace. However, a sudden thought broke through her post-coital haze.

"Why are you here at this hour?" Freen asked, her tone shifting to one of concern. "It's dangerous to be out alone at this time."

Becky sighed, propping herself up on her elbow to look at Freen. "I couldn't sleep at the mansion," she admitted. "The thoughts of Nita and everything else were just... overwhelming. I needed to be here with you."

Freen frowned slightly, worry etched on her face. "You could have called me. I would've come to get you."

"I know," Becky replied, guilt flickering in her eyes. "But I didn't want to worry you. I just needed to be close to you."

Freen gently cupped Becky's face. "I understand. But next time, please don't put yourself in danger like that. I care about you too much."

"I promise," Becky whispered, leaning in to kiss Freen softly on the forehead. "You mean everything to me."

"And you mean everything to me," Freen replied, her voice firm with resolve. "I'll always protect you."

As the two shared a tender moment, their world felt safe for now. But danger loomed on the horizon, far from their cozy embrace.

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit bar across town...

Non sat in a secluded booth, glaring at the person seated across from him. His patience was wearing thin, his fists clenched tightly on the table. The dim lighting cast deep shadows across his face, but the frustration in his voice was unmistakable.

"You can't do anything!" Non barked, his voice rising as he slammed his hand on the table. The woman sitting opposite him didn't even flinch, merely raising an eyebrow at his outburst.

"I told you, Becky is loyal to Freen. She'll never leave her," Non seethed, leaning forward, his voice filled with bitterness.

The woman smirked, leaning back in her chair. "Are you giving up already? That's pathetic," she said coolly.

Non's eyes narrowed. "Watch your mouth."

The woman smiled darkly, leaning closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Becky may be loyal now, but people change. You just need to push the right buttons."

Non shook his head in frustration. "And what would you know about that? You couldn't even do anything when you had your chance with Freen."

The woman's smirk faltered slightly, her eyes darkening with anger. "Don't bring that up," she hissed.

Non's eyes widened slightly as recognition dawned on him. "Nita. I should have known it was you," he sneered. "You think you can help me get Becky? You couldn't even hold on to Freen."

Nita's jaw tightened, her hands balling into fists. "That was different. Freen was... is stubborn. Becky, though? She's softer. She'll break."

Non's lip curled in disgust. "You're delusional. Becky's stronger than you think. She's already rejected me, and I'm not going to stand around and let you try your stupid schemes on her."

Nita's face twisted into a malicious grin. "She rejected you because Freen's in the way. But Freen isn't invincible. I've been watching. One little push, one little mistake, and Becky will be mine—or yours, depending on how things play out."

"Becky interrupted me," Nita added bitterly. "Last night, when I tried to talk to Freen. She acted like some crazed guard dog. I barely got near Freen before Becky threw me out. She's protective, sure, but she's also insecure. You can use that."

Non stared at her, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "You're underestimating both of them. I'm warning you, if you try anything reckless, you'll be the one to lose."

Nita shrugged nonchalantly, rising from her seat. "We'll see about that. Just remember, you want Becky as much as I want Freen. We're in this together, whether you like it or not."

Non glared at her retreating figure, his thoughts swirling with conflicting emotions. He wanted Becky, but Nita's manipulations unsettled him. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was spiraling out of control, but it was too late to back out now.

Back at Freen's apartment, as Freen rested her head on Becky's chest, she still couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something wasn't right. She glanced at Becky, wondering if she could truly keep her safe from the dangers lurking in the shadows.