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"Rear of the year!"
Agnetha scoffed, jokingly rolling her eyes as she saw Frida's remark about her bottom . She was signing a picture taken of them in a studio, somehow in an almost squatting position. Frida must've bumped into the fan earlier and signed it already.
"So typical Frida..." she thought and wrote it as a reply.
"Thank you so much, Agnetha," Agnetha smiled back as she handed the signed picture.
She hurriedly left the lobby as soon as her hotel key was handed to her. She was alone at the reception, since Benny, Frida, and their manager, Stig, arrived first at the hotel. She was with Björn on the way to the hotel but he left to go somewhere with Benny and Stig. She didn't want to go anyway, she's tired—really eager to rest and to be left alone.
She entered her room and almost gasped when she saw Frida sleeping. Adorable , she thought. Dropping her luggage and her coat, she hoped that she wouldn't wake her up.
Slowly and quietly tip-toeing towards her, Agnetha raised her eyebrows, blinking in anticipation. Frida was shifting, muttering stuff the other couldn't seem to understand.
"Come here." Frida murmured. Agnetha was now confused, visible from her raised to now furrowed brows. Seconds after, Frida pleaded, mumbling whispers under her breath. The younger curiously went nearer, still stepping as gently as she could.
Approaching her bandmate, she kneeled at the carpet so she wouldn't wake her up. She lovingly stared at Frida, as if she was hypnotized. Her lustrous russet hair, her thin yet elegant brows, pointed nose, defined cheekbones, flawless skin—and of course, her kissable lips. Those lips that she always wanted to kiss ever since they met. Too bad though , she thought. Her green, captivating eyes she could stare at forever were obviously closed.
Boldly leaning closer, she can now hear Frida's soft breaths. She can also smell her familiar yet intoxicating scent. The blonde continued to examine the redhead's face, ending with her staring at her lips again.
"Mhm," Frida suddenly groaned and at a snap of a finger, Agnetha withdrew her head, panicking. She must've backed out too much and the next thing she knew, she lost balance and went head down the carpet. A muffled thud and a shriek were heard around the room, causing asleep—now woken up Frida to swiftly sit up the mattress.
Agnetha winced, closing her eyes out of frustration and pain from the incident. She desperately hoped that Frida hadn't noticed anything. Too late, she cursed inside her head as the brunette looked down and saw the blonde in a questionable position. Frida's the one with a furrowed brow now; though her eyes were half-open.
"Agnetha?" rubbing her eye, Frida gently spoke the blonde's name. The blonde froze.
"What the hell are you doing there?" still half-awake, she asked Agnetha—her raspy voice filled with concern and confusion.
"I–", before Agnetha could even stutter or explain, Frida cackled, holding her stomach.
Embarrassed, Agnetha rose and stood up fixing her clothes and hair. She can feel her cheeks and ears burning up, so she looked down; hoping again that Frida wouldn't notice this time. She stood quietly, waiting for Frida to calm down.
Silence then filled the room, and the redhead looked at her.
"Are you okay? Come sit here," Frida tapped the bed and moved the blankets.
Still facing down, Agnetha obliged. She sat down, fidgeting with her hands as Frida moved closer.
"Care to tell me what happened?" The blonde shook her head.
"Hmm. Wait here." Agnetha felt Frida moving, and soon heard the sound of a fridge door closing. Footsteps, and then felt Frida moving in the bed again.
"Where?" Frida was now kneeling by Agnetha's side.
"Huh?" the blonde replied without looking up.
"Your head. I won't take no as an answer this time."
Left with no choice, Agnetha raised her hand and pointed at the back of her head. Just as she expected, she felt the chill of the ice and a soft fabric against her head.
They both sat in silence for a while, though she can feel Frida smiling and glancing at her. Moments after, she didn't feel the coldness of the ice anymore but instead felt movements from the bed again. She deliberately turned her head up and followed Frida with her eyes.
As soon as she saw her about to come back, she averted her gaze and looked down again. Footsteps. But no felt expected movements from the bed.
Slowly looking up, Agnetha found a sullen Frida staring in front of her. The older woman was at a distance, so she must have not noticed it. She instantly looked down again as she felt herself blush even more.
"Lift your head. Look at me." Agnetha flinched as Frida's tone became stern. She pouted and raised her head, trying to cover her flushed cheeks when she saw that Frida was now smiling.
"Cute." she blushed even harder, causing Frida to let out a chuckle. With her bandmate walking towards her, Agnetha felt her heart beating fast. She gulped.
"What are you doing?" Agnetha nervously asked as Frida was now leaning down—face inches away from her, hands reaching in her direction. Nearly jumping, Agnetha felt Frida's warm hands on her still slightly cold head.
"I can't feel a bump, good. Does it hurt when I do this?" Frida pressed down gently.
Agnetha once again shook her head. Her heart was beating faster, breath hitching as Frida continued to caress the back of her head. She actually thought Frida was going to kiss her earlier; which was stupid to even think of, according to her thoughts.
"That's good to hear." Frida let out a breath of relief and soon retracted her hand from Agnetha's scalp. Agnetha felt the bed moving, realizing that Frida was now sitting beside her.
The room was quiet all again. Breaking the awkwardness, the blonde yawned unconsciously. Frida turned her head and remembered that Agnetha had just arrived.
"Wanna sleep for a while? You must've been exhausted." Frida grunted, shifting through the bed. Agnetha turned around and couldn't help herself from smiling, as she saw Frida preparing the pillows and blankets.
"Oh—" Frida paused. "They ran out of rooms and beds, apparently. I can sleep on the sofa if you're not comfortable with sleeping beside me." Frida offered, and when she was just about to leave, Agnetha stopped her.
"I really don't mind." she answered, swiftly tossing her socks to lay down and close her eyes.
She was just about to fall asleep, but she can still feel Frida staring at her.
"Aren't you gonna sleep too?" she asked, without opening her eyes. Without saying a word, Frida laid on her side, facing her.
"You really don't want to tell me how—"
"Rear of the year." the blonde spoke randomly, cutting the brunette off.
"People are weirdly fascinated by it, even you huh?" Agnetha snickered.
"Well, I mean– I just noticed. It's not that I'm weirdly fascinated by it. You know it was just a silly joke, right?" Frida replied, gesturing air quotes at the word weirdly.
"Yeah. That's very typical of you to say." Agnetha giggled.
"You can't blame me, sweetheart. It's just that I admire you and I wrote that to compliment you. Hell, I can even say that I'm a fan of yours. I also did that to somehow boost your confidence, hoping it'll work. I didn't mean to look like someone weirdly fascinated by your bottom. Oh god, what am I saying," Frida chuckled nervously, realizing what she's saying didn't make sense. She might've let a bit of her emotions control her and had accidentally told her friend that she admires her. Frida shook her head.
"Uh, I mean— never mind about that. On the other hand, I hope you complimented me back, because I think I look great in that picture. Wait, no. My form looked stupid and my—" she stopped, hearing a soft snore.
Frida smiled once again. Seems like it's her turn to stare lovingly at the sleeping beauty beside her.
"Sleep well, my angel." she kissed her forehead, and drifted to sleep too, resting soundly with her beloved.
—
As soon as they woke up, the two decided to go out for coffee. As usual, a fan asked them to sign a picture. Agnetha noticed that it was the same fan from before.
The blonde smirked as she saw the photo; while the brunette just nodded. It was a photo of Frida posing sexily, while Agnetha on the other side of it, looking like it was a stolen picture of her. Agnetha first signed and handed it to Frida, who was busy sipping her coffee.
She turned to grab the photo and marker while still sipping her hot beverage—almost choking when she saw what Agnetha commented and wrote on the photo.
"BOTTOM!"