Within the spaces

Episode 16

It was the day they would finally shoot the last scene of season one. As if the rehearsal hadn't been nerve-wracking enough, both Faye and Yoko carried a mixture of nervousness and anticipation into the day. Still, there was a sense of calm as well - they knew what to expect now, which brought some solace. And coffee made things a whole lot better.

The day started with a familiar mix of nervous energy and playful banter. That was one thing these two could not get tired of. They were getting really good at teasing each other. Even though everything else was the same as any other day, the banter today felt like an unspoken attempt by both Yoko and Faye to ease the tension that had built since their rehearsal. It did offer a temporary escape.

Yoko was getting brave as the two were getting more at ease being physical in the scenes. Faye did not mind when Yoko would cling onto her. She also would casually rub her shoulders when she would feel Yoko getting nervous. There was a comfort in the way these two were around each other. It came naturally.

Faye was busy reading through the scene. "I really do not like these submissive scenes, it takes a lot of effort for me" she said with some fake annoyance. Yoko leaned against the edge of her table, her grin playful but with a glint of mischief in her eyes. "P'Faye, you're going to be so obedient today," she quipped, her tone dripping with mockery as she crossed her arms.

Faye got up to face her, rolling her eyes but unable to hide the amused smirk forming on her lips. "And you're going to be so clueless," she shot back, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow. "Do you even know how to unbutton a shirt properly?"

Yoko crossed her arms, feigning offense as she leaned closer. "Why don't you teach me, then?" she challenged, her grin daring Faye to rise to the bait.

Faye raised her hands in mock surrender, but there was a glint of mischief in her eyes as she stepped forward. "Alright, watch and learn," she said, her tone playful but steady as she reached for buttons on her own shirt.

Her fingers moved with dramatic precision at first, over-explaining her actions as if she were a seasoned instructor. "First, you hold the button like this," she began, drawing her fingers carefully around the fabric. Suddenly, she felt her voice lower and she did not mean that ,"and then you take it out - like this" But as she undid the first button, the energy in the room shifted subtly, almost unrecognizable at first.

Yoko's laughter softened, her gaze lingering on Faye's hands longer than intended. The second button came undone, slower than the first, and Yoko found herself suddenly hyper-aware of every detail - the soft rustle of fabric, the curve of Faye's fingers, the faint rise and fall of her breath, and the skin underneath. She found herself staring, now not so subtly.

Faye faltered for a fraction of a second, catching the sudden intensity in Yoko's eyes. She tried to keep her tone light as she continued, but her voice dipped lower. "You see? It's all in the technique," she said, undoing another button, her hands brushing lightly against the fabric.

Yoko felt her cheeks flush, a tangle of nerves and something more twisting in her chest. It wasn't just the demonstration - it was the way Faye's fingers moved, the quiet confidence in every motion that left her momentarily speechless.

Faye stopped herself. She did not dare move her fingers any further. "Got it?" She asked, her voice quieter now, teasing but tinged with something else. She had not moved yet, her hand resting on the half-buttoned shirt as she met Yoko's gaze.

Yoko felt her body grow warm, an unexpected desire spreading as her mind struggled to process the shift. She tried to laugh, but her voice caught slightly. " I..Yoko.... P'Faye, I guess I'll need to see that again," she joked, though the words came out softer than she'd intended.

Faye tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her expression as she stepped back slowly, letting her hands drop. The moment lingered, charged and unspoken, until Faye crossed her arms with a smirk, her usual playful edge returning, though her gaze lingered a second longer than necessary. "Well, don't mess it up during the scene," she teased, brushing past Yoko with a flick of her hand.

Yoko stood there for a moment, her grin still plastered on her face, though she was sure her heart was beating out of her chest. She felt a knot of emotions - excitement, nerves, confusion, desire - all tangling inside her.

Faye, meanwhile, walked away, her hands brushing her sides as if to dispel the lingering sensation of Yoko's gaze. She told herself it was just a silly moment, nothing more, though the rapid beat of her heart suggested otherwise.