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Mira was struggling, honestly.
Zoey was wearing that one top that always showed off her shoulders and abs and Rumi's shorts were criminally short today. Mira was just trying to enjoy the stupid drama on the tv not lust after her best friends, one of whom was acting… suspicious.
Rumi kept shifting where she was sitting and glancing at Mira now and again, eyes sliding between her and Zoey consideringly. Mira took a sip of water and was just about to ask her what was up when she spoke.
"Mira, can I eat you out?"
Inhaling her water, Mira coughed and smacked her chest to clear it, "What?!"
"I want to eat you out," Rumi said, staring directly at her. Zoey made some kind of wheezing sound like she was overcome with gay emotions. Which, fair, Mira was drowning in those same emotions.
"Okay?" Mira rasped, voice a little too high pitched and strained to be normal.
"Great!" Rumi got to her feet.
"What even is happening?" Mira asked, as Rumi picked her up and threw her over her shoulder.
"Zoey, get her door." While Mira couldn't see she could hear Zoey scrambling at Rumi's command, but then they both did kind of act like her attack dogs so was that a surprise? Not really.
"Ru—" Mira gasped at the feel of Rumi's strong hand squeezing her ass. Her brain shorted out, taking a little vacation as Rumi massaged her, a low rumbling sound coming from Rumi's throat.
She returned to herself when she landed on her back on the bed with Rumi looming over her like she was three seconds from ripping her clothing off and having her way with her.
From how quickly her panties were getting ruined Mira was evidently into this.
"Strip," Rumi said, glancing at Zoey. She'd barely finished the word before Zoey's pants flew across the room and got stuck on a high shelf.
Mira barked out a laugh, eyes widening as Zoey finished stripping. God, she was beautiful. She'd tried to avoid staring too long at the bathhouse, but Mira had mapped the constellations on her skin a long time ago. Recontextualized in this moment, her heart started pounding and tightening and then compressing.
They shouldn't do this. This was going to be a mistake. Mira opened her mouth in a bid to get them all to slow down, then Rumi tore Mira's shirt off and threw the remains aside. Mira's higher brain functions completely blipped out.
Rumi pushed her down against the bed, kissing her, teeth—Sharp? Why sharp!?— nipping at her lip and Mira was so dizzy that she felt like she was floating. Before she could wrap her arms around Rumi and really let herself enjoy this, Rumi was moving down her body, trailing marks down her throat and across her breasts. Her mouth closed around a nipple and the sensation was so immediately shocking that Mira made a far too needy keening sound at it.
Zoey promptly shut her up with her mouth and yes, god yes —no wait what if we ruin—Mira dug her nails into the backs of each of their heads, holding them against her as she kissed Zoey, as Rumi's tongue flicked obscene circles around her nipple.
Rumi's hand slid down her stomach, before her fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt and then that was ripped off, her panties quickly joining them in the pile of shredded fabric on the floor. A shiver ran through Mira, Rumi somehow finding every imaginable way to turn her on.
Mira barely had time to realize Rumi was still fully dressed before she felt Rumi's fingers sliding through the soft hair between her legs and then caress her inner thigh as Zoey pulled her mouth away. Mira whimpered. Her eyes met Rumi's, blown out and dark, Rumi's middle finger just barely brushing Mira's wetness.
"Please," Mira whispered. Please touch me please let this mean something please don't ruin what we already have.
Without breaking eye contact, Rumi stroked her finger through Mira, drawing out along, half-broken groan. Zoey leaned in, kissing along Mira's jaw, then down her chest to one of her breasts. She licked and nipped at her, one hand squeezing a breast, the other hand gripping Mira's shoulder with a tight grip that betrayed some of what she had to be feeling.
Oh good, at least she wasn't the only one conflicted about this.
Unable to stop herself, Mira silenced her inner thoughts, pushing Zoey's head against her breast and rolling her hips against Rumi's hand. It was greedy of her, maybe a little desperate to take this.
But they were being greedy too. It was so obvious in the way Zoey mouthed and palmed at her breasts, at how Rumi stared up at her she slowly pushed a finger inside her.
Even that was … so so much and yet not enough. She wanted more, all of Rumi, wanted as much of Rumi as Rumi would give—Rumi's tongue, hot and strong pressing against her, licking upward slowly like she was savoring Mira's taste. Like Mira's hips were something holy and Rumi was worshiping at the base of the altar.
Honest to god fireworks exploded in Mira's vision, her moan echoing through the bedroom, low and gravelly but rising in pitch until it sounded more like a whine. Her hips rolled involuntarily just before Zoey's teeth grazed her nipple and Rumi took her clit between her lips.
Mira had never come so hard or so quickly in her life. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes and started to trail down her cheeks, but Rumi showed no signs of stopping, lapping up Mira's juices and eagerly using her impossibly long tongue and finger to draw a smaller but no less intense orgasm from Mira.
With a second finger and all the energy usually reserved for stadium crowds, Rumi continued to push Mira over the edge, again and again. Zoey straightened up enough to kiss her, pinning her wrists over her head and swallowing every keening whine and pathetic moan Mira made.
And god, did Mira want more. She wanted to wrap herself around one or the other of them while they used her, she wanted to taste them in turn and hear their sweet singing—she wanted to curl up after wrapped in their arms most of all.
But she got none of that. She didn't ask Rumi to stay after she was satisfied with tasting her. She didn't beg Zoey to hold her, too afraid that acting clingy might ruin things between them—As if what had just happened wouldn't. As if she didn't want those things even more than what had just happened.
She ended up crying herself to sleep, afraid of what the morning might bring.
It wasn't a very restful sleep. Eventually, she gave up, walking into the kitchen while it was still early, preparing tea and something light for breakfast.
She heard a footfall behind her, just light enough to act as a warning so she wouldn't be startled. Then Rumi wrapped her arms around her from behind. Her lips pressed against the back of her left shoulder, "You okay, Mira?"
No, she wanted to say, even as she was simultaneously relieved and grateful that Rumi had even asked, "I'm not sure how to answer that."
Rumi pushed Mira's hair aside, lips moving to the base of her skull on the back of her neck, "It's kind of a yes or no question."
Mira couldn't stop the shiver that ran through her. Nor the little gasp when she felt Rumi's hand cup her breast while the other slid down her stomach, "Rumi, what—"
"I want to hear you beg for me again," Rumi said, a sentence that did something unfair to Mira's brain. "Zoey was so sweet this morning, I want to compare."
The image of Rumi between Zoey's legs while Zoey arched up off of her bed appeared in Mira's mind and took up permanent residence. And she really should stop this, they all needed to talk but then Rumi's hand was pulling up her night shirt and Mira's mouth betrayed her, "Next time, wake me up to watch."
"Understood," Rumi's fingers slid along the waistband of Mira's panties and her thighs betrayed her next by trembling and then spreading in anticipation. But Rumi didn't push any further. Even with how heavy her breathing sounded and how hot it was against her skin, Rumi seemed like she was waiting and oh.
Mira swallowed down a whine, "Don't stop."
Then Rumi's hand slid all the way in, cupping her. Rumi groaned against the back of her neck, fingers curling against Mira's slick folds as she growled (growled?!), "Mine."
"Holy fuck," Mira gasped, the sound and the word rippling through her. "Rumi, god, Rumi I need you!"
I want to be yours please make me yours please after this forever and always I'm yours and your mine and Zoey is ours it can't work without her—
Rumi's other hand slid up the inside of her shirt and cupped her breast again, massaging and squeezing it before she pinched her nipple and only then did she move her other hand. A finger circling her clit then sliding down low and deep and then Rumi's fingers were inside her and Mira was bent over the counter while her best friend fucked her with a relentless need that had Mira's toes curling and her cries deafening in her own ears.
It was so intense that Mira could at least blame her tears on that rather than the storm of emotion Rumi was stirring up.
Almost too soon, she came, sagging back against Rumi who gently guided her to sit on a chair at the island, then licked her fingers clean. Mira was dazed, but not so much that she didn't notice the way that Rumi cleaned her up and then rearranged her clothing into something resembling order.
She'd done something like that last night too, Mira realized, and her heart squeezed tightly. Not helping.
"I'm going to uh…work some of this off in the gym," Rumi said. "I'll bring back some breakfast for you two."
"Rumi, I'm more than capable of giving back what I'm taking," Mira protested, reaching for her, suddenly desperate to know what Rumi tasted like. "And I really, really want to. But we should also talk."
"I know, I just… It's complicated." Rumi leaned in, kissing her on the mouth, "Thank you. For indulging me. I really enjoy eating you out, lets do it again sometime."
She pointed her fingers at Mira before hurrying away.
Mira was so stunned by the kiss and then the finger-guns that she didn't recover until after Rumi had already gone.
The first thing Mira did, once she thought she was stable enough to stand, was shuffle over to the liquor cabinet and take a single swig from the first bottle she grabbed. Bourbon burned down her throat and she grabbed a cereal bar to snack on as she made a beeline for Zoey's room.
Zoey was laying in her bed, completely naked and spread eagled. Mira stood staring long after she should have stopped, but Zoey was so beautiful it was a serious problem.
Her hair looked like how Mira's must look, scewed every which way. Slick and sweat glistened on her thighs and Mira had to shake herself. She pointedly pulled a blanket up over Zoey before sitting on the bed next to her.
"Zoey, are you alive?"
"Zoey isn't here right now, she died," Zoey mumbled. She turned her head, blinked, and added, "Oh she got you too huh?"
Mira nodded, "Just snuck up behind me and took me like I belonged to her." Her throat bobbed and in a quiet voice she admitted, "I liked it."
"Hot." Zoey pushed herself up onto her elbows, looking at Mira worriedly, "Did she do a thing like she was waiting for permission before she went all animal instinct on you?"
"Yeah."
"Hotter."
"Yep." Mira popped the P, looking at Zoey.
Zoey chewed on her lip, "Are you upset that she did something with me? I'd understand it if you were, I know you've been nursing a huge crush on her since like, before I even met you and the last thing I want is to get in the middle of that or—"
Mira put a finger over Zoey's mouth, "I'm not upset, Zo. I wish I could have watched but I could never be upset at the idea of you and Rumi together. At least not … uhm."
Eyes locked into Mira's, Zoey whispered, "Not as long as it's a throuple thing and not one of us being left out? I mean besides sometimes doing stuff with just two of us sometimes which we do anyway but…"
Pulling Zoey's face in, Mira kissed her. Long and deep and filled with all the words she couldn't figure out how to say right now. When she pulled back, Zoey looked as dazed as she felt.
"Wow."
"Yeah." Mira smiled nervously, "Rumi isn't the only one I have a huge thing for, you dingbat."
Zoey pulled her back in and kissed her. For the first time since Rumi threw her over her shoulder, Mira thought that maybe they hadn't actually ruined things. They just had to figure out what was up with Rumi. Unwillingly breaking the kiss, Mira said, "We really need to talk to Rumi."
Leaning in against her, Zoey nodded, "She's…. I dunno how to describe it. Like an animal operating on instinct and that instinct is really horny. She wouldn't let me touch her but I think she wanted me to."
"Same." Mira trailed her fingers along Zoey's cheeks, "We'll get to the bottom of it and then we can talk about all this."
She couldn't help a nervous little smile, "I've been so scared that we fucked it all up…our friendship, my family. I can't lose you, either of you. It would destroy me."
"Oh Mira." Zoey cupped her cheeks, "It'll be okay. I'm not going anywhere and Rumi is going to go anywhere either. I just know it."
"We have to be adults about this and talk," Mira agreed. "With Rumi because right now she's the one who's not even in the book let alone on the same page at all I'm pretty sure."
"I don't wanna I just wanna kiss it out," Zoey whined.
"Me too, but we still need to talk to her." Mira reluctantly pulled away from Zoey because if she stayed near her very naked very sexy best-friend-on-the-edge-of-girlfriend they weren't leaving this bed any time soon. She wouldn't be able to give Zoey the focus she deserved until they'd settled whatever it was with Rumi, either.
Zoey made grabby motions for Mira, then flopped her hands onto her sides, "I guess I can get dressed. But I'm wearing something for easy access and you should too!"
"Rumi's created a monster," Mira said, walking out of Zoey's room and across the hall to her own. The thing was—as she pulled on a short skirt and an expendable and easily-ripped shirt—Mira wasn' sure if that monster was her or Zoey.
She stepped back out, catching Zoey wearing a pair of short-shorts with 'juicy' written on the ass and a tank top that did nothing but show off her breasts. Her mouth immediately started salivating.
"Wow." Zoey looked her over, "Straight up Rumi bait. But also me bait. I want to rip that off of you. The skirt stays on though."
Drinking her in, Mira rasped, "Yeah I think we had the same idea."
Zoey grinned at her, then pranced off down the hallway, leaving Mira to follow and not make grabby hands at her ass. She was very proud of herself for not making grabby hands at her ass. Or trying to bite it.
But god, did she think about it.