Multi Shot - LingOrm and FreenBecky

FREENBECKY - Fierce Attraction : Moments Of Us

The sun filtered through the curtains of Freen's sleek bedroom, casting soft golden hues across the room.

 Becky stirred awake, her face half-buried in the crisp white pillow. For a moment, she savored the silence, her body heavy with the kind of relaxation she rarely experienced. It wasn't often she woke up without a schedule hammering at her door.

She turned her head to see Freen already up, dressed in tailored black trousers and a pale blue shirt that she had yet to button completely. Freen stood near the large windows, her phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other, the natural light highlighting her sharp features. 

She looked so effortlessly composed that Becky couldn't resist teasing her.

"You know, it's unfair how good you look at this hour," Becky drawled, her voice still laced with sleep.

Freen turned, an eyebrow raised, a hint of amusement tugging at her lips. "Coming from the woman who can make a red carpet bow at her feet? Hardly a fair critique."

Becky propped herself up on one elbow, the sheet slipping slightly off her shoulder. "I don't need to work this hard. You, on the other hand, probably planned your outfit in your sleep."

Freen smirked, taking a slow sip of her coffee. 

"Actually, I'm just naturally this coordinated."

Becky rolled her eyes but couldn't help grinning. The ease between them now felt refreshing, like a steady current beneath the whirlwind of their lives. 

"So, are you planning to hide behind your work all day, or are we doing something fun for once?"

Freen stepped closer, setting her coffee down on the nightstand beside Becky. 

Her gaze softened as she leaned in slightly, her voice lowering. "Define fun."

Becky's grin widened, her fingers tugging lightly at the undone edge of Freen's shirt. 

"I'll let you know when I figure it out."

Freen's laugh was low, a sound Becky hadn't heard often but was quickly growing addicted to. "Well, you might have to wait a little. I do have some meetings later, but..." Freen reached for her phone, the corners of her lips lifting as she scrolled through her gallery.

"What are you doing?" Becky asked, sitting up fully now, her curiosity piqued.

Without a word, Freen held up her phone, showing a photo she had just taken—their hands intertwined on the console of Freen's car from the night before. 

The image was subtle yet intimate, the kind that would send fans and media into a frenzy without giving too much away.

Becky's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing slightly. 

"You wouldn't."

Freen's smirk deepened, her finger hovering over the "Post" button. "Wouldn't I?"

Becky lunged forward, trying to snatch the phone, but Freen held it just out of reach, her laughter spilling out as Becky's playful frustration grew. 

"Freen! Don't you dare! Do you know what kind of storm this will create?"

"It's just hands," Freen replied innocently, though her tone carried a mischievous edge. "No one will know it's us. Unless, of course, they're paying very close attention."

Becky narrowed her eyes, her lips twitching as she tried to suppress a smile. 

"You're evil, you know that?"