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ลำดับตอนที่ #3 : Mélodie Silencieuse
It’s been two years since Celine drunk dialed Namthip in the middle of the night, and she had to admit that it wasn’t her intention for the model’s first impression of Coachella to be that way. Nevertheless, the couple did have a lot of fun with Celine’s new tattoo when she got home. But this year is going to be different. Celine has been counting days until the festival opens up again so that she could finally take her girlfriend. The actress could practically picture them strolling around hand in hand, dancing in their matching outfits, and sharing a coconut water. Their first Coachella together would be perfect.
Her dreams were shattered when the model sadly declined her offer. Once again, Namthip couldn’t seem to make it to the festival with her due to her crazy, non-stop work schedule. So here she is, on the plane, with her little sister. The unlucky Paloy Horwang falls victim to Celine’s complains about her girlfriend for the past hours while their parents, unknowingly, relish in movies and snack services on the other aisle.
“She didn’t even seem sad about it," Celine says dejectedly, staring at her phone's screen. Lit up is her chat room with Namthip's message about how sorry she is and how much lines she has to remember for her new shows.
“About what?” Paloy asks, popping another cashew into her mouth. The fashionista was fully aware of her sister's plan for this year’s festival, but she is too jet-lagged to really process much.
Celine could barely sip her tea. It usually calms her down, but her stomach churning in disappointment made it impossible to drink or eat anything. Being away from Namthip was always difficult, especially because they cuddle every night, but something is different this time around.
“About not making it to Coachella with me!”
"Didn't you have a feeling that she wasn’t going to go?”
"I did, but I didn't think I'd actually feel this sad about it. Even the tea can’t calm me down." Paloy raises an eyebrow and asks for another cup of nuts.
"You've got it pretty bad.”
"You're just realizing this?”
"Well, I knew you worked hard on your plan, but you must be really upset if you can't even drink.”
"I know," Celine sighs.
"So what are you going to do?” The actress barely heard Paloy as she stared hopelessly out the window. The gears were already turning in her head, but ideas were fruitless.
"I don't know," She replies.
“Well, we’ve got a lot to do and I’m sure you’ll forget that P’Bee isn’t there in no time!”
“I guess so,” Celine smiles faintly. “You don’t think Bee is cheating on me, right?”
“Maybe,” Paloy says nonchalantly.
“Ploy! I’m being serious!”
“Jesus I’m just kidding! Calm down. There’s no way in hell that woman is cheating on you. P’Bee is head over heels in love with you and, honestly, I’ve never seen anyone so whipped.”
“Really?” Celine says with a hint of hope in her voice.
“Yes! And P’Cris, you better lighten up because Pa and Ma are here and I don’t want them to worry about their oldest daughter being depressed on their vacation!”
“I’m not depressed!” The actress utters, turning her whole body towards the window and groans.
The fashionista sighs and takes her focus back to the movie playing in front of her. She hopes that Namthip’s plan works because she’s not sure how long she can put up with her sister’s whine.
I can’t believe I’m doing this for you, P’Bee. God, I hope that the limited edition Channel bag she promised is worth it.
Coachella was in full swing by the time Namthip got there. The whole place smelled of alcohol, sweat, music, and for a strange reason, body paint. The model hadn't understood the full effect of Coachella or why her girlfriend liked it so much, but now she did. It was simply magnificent with people milling about and melodies playing from all ends. The sun had set and the lights lit up the entire concert area.
Namthip feels a bit lost wandering around by herself. She regretted not bringing Rasee or Metinee along with her. Everyone in groups was waving and smiling at her, and Namthip (being the gracious woman she was) acknowledged them back. The whole time the model kept her ears peeled for Celine. Any speaking or laughing. Anything could lead her straight to the actress.
The sudden rain surprised her but Namthip wasn’t bothered by it. She actually enjoyed the cold water splashing on her face. Sure, her makeup would be ruined but after all the walking, she needed the refreshment.
That’s when she sees Celine. The actress hasn’t seen her yet so Namthip has the opportunity to admire her girlfriend from afar. Celine’s light brown hair is curled and braided on one side, accentuating her sharp jawline; she’s sporting a black crop top and a red skirt that drapes gracefully around her small waist. The smaller girl is dancing with her friends, catching sunlight on her face. Heat rises up Namthip’s cheeks when she catches a glimpse of Celine’s signature smile, and the more she tries to suppress it, the redder she becomes. No one has to know that the fierce Queen Bee has a soft spot for the petite dancer in the red skirt.
Namthip walks up to Celine and wraps her arms around the actress’s waist. Though it startled her, as soon as Celine realized that it was her very own Namthip, her sparkling brown eyes light up. That is when Namthip knows that none of that mattered. Not whether her friends knew. Or whether anyone else knew. The only thing that mattered, is that she is here with her. The model reaches out and pulls Celine back into her arms, caresses the actress’s face gently and pulls her into a soft kiss. The crowd—high as if this was the 4/20 festival—cheers and even though the small brunette is blushing against her shoulder, Namthip only smirks.
Celine peeks at her girlfriend then lets out a giggle. Her supposedly fashionable giraffe was donning a bright floral shirt and jeans shorts. She looks like she came straight from the Songkarn festival in their home country.
“What are you laughing at, babe?” Namthip asks.
“Nothing, darling,” Celine laughs merrily.
The model looks at her questionably while her hands fiddle with the hem of Celine’s top as if she’s trying to pull it down.
“Okay, fine. Where did you get your outfit?”
“It’s what I have in the closet. I wasn’t sure how people dressed to Coachella so I looked it up on Google and tried to find the closest thing to the pictures,” The model blushes.
“Oh my God! Why didn’t you just call me?” She shrieks.
“Because then you would know that I’d be here.”
“Bee, you jerk! I was so sad you couldn’t make it that my sister thought I was depressed!” Celine pouts and crosses her arms.
Namthip laughs, her eyes twinkle. She pulls Celine back into her arms and sways them back and forth to the music.
Celine’s fingers are softly curled around hers, small and gentle, and every time she thinks of them her heart stutters. The actress is musing about the night's performance, but the model has no space in her head to consider it, not tonight. There are too many thoughts in her mind about tonight. The night she would finally propose. True, they have been together for 3 years now, and they have called each other pet names such as “Hubby” and “Wifey” for a while, so it is right for her to finally make it official. To make Celine her wife legally.
Sometimes it baffles Namthip still that Celine chose her. How did she ever agree to be with her? Her! Of all the Earth’s population! There are more than enough people her own age, actors and musicians and models, who would dearly love to hold her and bring her gifts the way Namthip does; who would walk runways after runways in her honor if they were given the chance, and yet it is her that Celine permits. Namthip, and only Namthip. The actress wraps her tiny fingers around Namthip’s and smiles up at her as if she is the greatest thing in the world; as if she is something of a miracle when it is her that is the miracle. Celine and only Celine.
The taller girl can feel the hardness of the velvet box beneath her fingertips, and it is all she can do not to brush their joined hands against it. Tonight. It can wait until tonight.
"Your head is wandering again." Her voice is low, magnified by the stillness of the desert. ”What are you thinking about, Hubby?"
How wonderful and stunning you are, and the ways you make me smile, and what a fortunate woman I am to have you in my life.
"How very beautiful you look tonight, my darling." It is the simplest way to put it. There is a contentment about Celine’s beneath the California sun that makes her eyes shine brighter, her hair more golden brown, and the way she has her hair plaited is almost enough to send the model into rapture. Thus it’s better to talk about Celine’s beauty than Namthip’s problems of comprehension. Sometimes late at night, the model almost thinks her an angel incarnate, but Celine doesn’t need to know that. She might think that the taller girl’s crazy and she might be right, but Namthip doesn’t care.
Celine stops walking, and smiles up at her, her eyes twinkling.
"You are pretty cute tonight yourself,” Celine’s fingers tighten around hers, and with a faint smirk she stretches up and presses her lips softly to the corner of Namthip’s mouth. “Also you’re being cheesy, Bee”
The model’s heart thuds painfully, the breath knocked out of her lungs and she gasps as Celine pulls back, blushing, gripping her arm with her free hand to steady her. That lovely, light hand is not enough and the Namthip’s knees tremble. She leans back against the palm tree so that she doesn’t fall on top of her, and what a mess that would be. Namthip would be altogether too tall for Celine to support. The hot palm tree against her back brings Namthip back to her senses, and she gasps in another breath. Her heart flutters.
Woah! I know Cris’s kiss makes my knees weak, but goddamn it’s way worse when I’m about to propose.
"I'll never get used to that," she whispers, voice faint. Celine’s smile widens as she moves closer to the model, cups her chin gently with her hand.
"Oh, I'm sure that if I do it often enough," she murmurs, smiling, "you will." She straightens herself, and cocks an eyebrow the way Namthip might." It is simply a matter of practice, Bee. And experience."
Namthip cannot help the breathy laugh that slips from her lips, because how many times has she said those very words to Celine about owning the runway.
Her eyes soften, and this time, when Celine presses her lips softly to her, she is ready. Namthip inclines her head just enough so that their lips meet fully. Celine giggles into her mouth, and Namthip smiles against her lips. She draws the actress closer to her, and in the stillness of the night, there is only them.
And she would not have it any other way.
Namthip’s breath fogged before her hovers in the air a moment and dissipates. Words slip from her grasp, impossible to find when Celine presses herself further into her. The warmth of her body spreads through Namthip, forcing the chill from her blood. A leaf falls in her hair and the model brushes it away. It wouldn’t do to let such small thing obstructs her soon-to-be wife’s beauty.
"You are being really attentive tonight," Celine murmurs, lips resting against her throat. Namthip is all too aware of those lips, of how they brush against her pulse and make her heart ache to hold the actress tighter. She tightens her arms around the actress’s waist and presses a kiss to her forehead.
"I feel you may be biased, my love.”
Celine stands on her tip toes, stretches and presses their lips together.
"Hardly biased," She breathes, breath warm against her, "when I love you.”
"Definitely biased." Namthip’s words are firm but she is smiling now too. The actress’s lips teasing her as she kisses her cheek. Namthip twists her head, catches those teasing lips with her own.
She tastes of strawberries, of the champagne from the party going on in the desert beneath them. Celine moans into the model’s mouth, lips part to welcome her tongue but Namthip smiles and pulls back, breaking the kiss. Serves Celine right for teasing her with those half-kisses.
Celine huffs and pouts, eyes twinkling. "To think I left a Beyoncé concert for my teasing girlfriend up here. I could be dancing now, Bee, and here I am on a half-lit rooftop with you.”
“Hush and take a look around, sweetheart” Namthip nudges.
The rooftop is covered in polaroids, slipped into glass ornament frames. The pictures are of her and Namthip, private photos of kisses covered in flour and them in bed with the dogs interrupting their attempt at a selfie. There’s one from when Namthip had forced Celine to watch a scary movie—Namthip’s very first time starring in a film—and the actress can’t even help but laugh at the horror on her own face.
Her eyes burn at the sheer number of them. There are at least 30, all carefully arranged, most recent at the top of the wall, older at the bottom. Tears burn her eyes and her hand is still covering her mouth when she turns around to face Namthip again.
And at first, she doesn’t see her.
Then she realizes it’s because Namthip is on one knee.
The smile is sheepish now, and the model’s sharp cheekbones are flushed pink. She laughs a little, obviously nervous, and Celine nearly tips over backward.
“So, you remember that conversation we had after you got back from Coachella two years ago? I meant what I said, you know. About wanting a lifetime of adventures with you,”
Celine feels like she’s going to pass out. She’s going to pass out and hit her head on the floor and god, how will Paloy explain that to their parents? She almost misses what Namthip says, no, sings next, “Marry me, Juliet, you’ll never have to be alone.”
Her voice is shaky and nervous and clunky, but to Celine it’s beautiful. The actress is crying hot tears down her face. A ring box finds its way into Namthip’s hand and when she opens it, Celine feels like the luckiest woman in the entire world, “It’s a love story, baby just say…”
“Yes!” Celine interrupts, firm and shaky all at once. Tumbling to her knees and throwing her arms around Namthip’s neck like a koala.
Namthip slips a silver band with a diamond in the middle onto Celine’s shaking finger then presses a soft kiss on it. She looks up at her fiancé and smiles.
“Would you like to dance, Wifey?”
“I’d love to, Hubby” Celine replies.
A melody drifts to Namthip, one of her own songs. She hums the first bar of it, each soft note so delicate. Celine's eyes get misty with tears and she leans her head against Namthip’s chest, wrapping her arms around her beloved. The model folds her in her own embrace, sways slowly on the spot. Celine moves with her, presses closer, and she leads her slowly across the rooftop, swaying gently. Each hummed note thrills in Namthip’s bones washes through her. It may not be perfect, but it is perfect for them; perfect for this.
The rooftop becomes their ballroom, their kingdom. Celine’s heart beats against Namthip, and she can feel it twining into the melody, altering it. Her own eyes stinging with tears. What did she ever do to deserve her, this treasure? How did she ever deserve her love? And the model’s heart swells so much she can barely breathe, barely able to keep to the melody. Every fiber of Namthip aches to hold Celine. Just to hold her forever, and never let go.
The melody dies away, and Namthip has her face buried in Celine’s curls. There is so much that she could say, so much and none of it is enough. Celine has changed her. She made her a better person and all the actress asks is that Namthip loves her. She demands nothing grandiose, nothing elaborate. Namthip knows too well that she would pull each star from the heavens if Celine wished but she doesn’t. All the actress wishes for is her.
Namthip holds her close and kisses her hair. The model has never been good with words, but now she wishes that she could tell Celine how precious, wonderful, and significant she is to her. But all Namthip can do is hold the actress, and hums imperfect melodies for her.
Celine shifts and leans closer. "I know," She murmurs, her hand rubbing circles into the model’s back. "I know.”
Namthip pulls back, gently, carefully, and bows her head, bringing their lips together.
"Thank you," She breathes, and Celine doesn’t ask what for. She simply smiles into her mouth. The California heat swirling softly around them, keep them away from the world.
And it is enough. To be able to call Celine her wife in the near future is enough.
Their first Coachella together is indeed perfect.
Celine wakes up before Namthip in her arms. She doesn't touch her or scoot closer (though Celine doubt they could possibly be any closer), she just watches the way the taller girl’s body shifts ever so slightly as she takes in each breath. It's slow and even, and Celine can tell that her fiancé's still fast asleep. The sun is peeking through the curtains of the window and it's hitting the bed at just the right angle, making the comforter warm over her legs.
As she watches the model sleep and remembers the events of the previous night, a huge smile creeps across her face and she can feel a bubble of laughter stir in her chest. Instead of letting it out, Celine buries her face in the pillow and keeps her giddiness to herself. There will be plenty of time when Namthip wakes later for them to giggle together. She may only have one chance to silently revel in being newly engaged.
Being soon-to-be Mrs. Jongratchatawiboon.
Being Namthip's fiancé.
It's been nothing but a dream for so long that she has a hard time believing it's finally true. After years of struggle and heartache more than any couple should ever have to deal with, they've finally made it to this point, and she couldn't be happier.
Somewhere behind her, there is a light vibration. She can feel it through her pillow, which means there's a slight chance Namthip can too. Even if Celine wasn't enjoying watching her sleep, she wouldn't wish for the model to lose sleep because she didn't turn her phone off. She reaches behind her head and pulls the small device from its place and presses home. A blush creeps across her cheeks when she reads an especially vulgar message from Janie and it deepens when she realizes she's sent it in a group text with the rest of the girls.
Glancing to make sure Namthip's still asleep, Celine eases herself out of Namthip’s tight hold, shuddering when the cold air hits the bare skin that isn't covered by her satin nightgown. On her way to her suitcase, she catches a glimpse of the tattoo she got 2 years ago. The sable ink is still as dark as the day she got it. For a second, Celine lets herself remember the look on Namthip's face when she sees it completely healed.
Celine crouches and digs through her suitcase until she finds a fresh pair of underwear. Then she stands, taking off the nightgown and trading it for the soft, worn, white cotton tee of Namthip’s.
It's her favorite, and the model knows it.
She pulls it over her head and pulls the neck up to her nose, taking in Namthip's scent.
"As much as I loved those pajamas you were wearing, this is by far my favorite look.”
Celine turns to find Namthip propped up against the pillows, both hands resting on her laps. The sheets pooled at her waist, making the giant Band-Aid on her lower hip visible. The actress doesn’t even have to look to know what lies underneath. Namthip’s now marked as Celine’s as much as Celine is hers. The thought brings a smile to the smaller girl’s face.
"Good morning, baby," Namthip says, her voice still rough from sleep.
"Good morning to you too, love," Celine replies with a wink. "So you like me in nothing but your shirt, huh?”
"I do. Very much.”
Celine grins from ear to ear, takes a few quick strides until she's across the room, and dives back into bed.
"I love you," She says, snuggling in beside Namthip. She takes the model's hand and begins to play with her fingers.
"Thank you for agreeing to marry me.”
Namthip laughs lightly but snuggles down into the covers a little more, pulling Celine with her.
"The pleasure was all mine," The model says before dipping down and leaving a long, hot kiss on the soft spot above her collarbone. ”How would you like to spend the morning?”
Celine lets out a long, drawn-out hum as if she's thinking long and hard over their options.
"I can think of a few things that would keep me entertained.”
"Yeah?" The look in Namthip’s eye is dark and heavy, but still playful.
"Yeah," Celine says with a smirk. She leans forward and kisses the model’s chest, trailing her way down, inch by inch. "One involves you," she places another kiss and slides her hand down until it rests on top of the Band-Aid on Namthip’s hip, “and that new tattoo of yours”.
I know it's super short, but I was on edge
about writing a sequel to Coachella
because I've been absent from writing for a while
and I didn't want to disappoint.
But P'Cris in that goddamn outfit was apparently
all the motivation I needed
so shoutout to that.
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