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Zoey tugged at her collar. The damn shirt was too starchy and the neckerchief tied neatly around it pressed the fabric close to the sides of her neck and made it chafe.
Not for the first time, and almost certainly not for the last, she regretted applying for first class. The pay was better, sure, but the passengers were almost universally worse, and even on flights as long as this—between Seoul and Seattle—she rarely got a break long enough to stop her feet from aching. At least in economy she wasn't at the beck and call of entitled CEOs and minor celebrities who wanted to feel important.
She startled when the pilot's voice buzzed over the speakers. "Boarding is starting in five."
The last flight had been full booked and needed two flight attendants in first class. This was a smaller plane, and it wasn't fully booked anyway, so she was more or less on her own with four first class passengers.
Rookie numbers.
Except she was, by all accounts, a rookie, and, other than a colleague covering her breaks, she'd be handling everything by herself—flying solo, so to speak.
Which was fine! Great, even! Just super!
She looked over the wine list just to refresh her memory. She would not get caught out by someone asking which wine paired best with which meal. None of them! Even in first class, airplane food was airplane food! It all tasted vaguely bland and, quite frankly, she was tired of pretending it didn't!
So she'd made notes.
She didn't really need them. The act of writing things down was enough to make her remember anyway.
Like the passenger list. She'd reviewed it, written the names and seat numbers down, and now she could recall it perfectly well.
Kwon Ha-Soon, 1A
Pak Ji-Ae, 3D
Ryu Rumi, 5A
Kang Mira, 5B
Half of them were flying on their own, and they usually behaved better. It was when they had someone they were trying to impress that they started snapping their fingers to get her attention and making dumb demands. The two sat next to each other might be an issue, but she could cross that bridge when she got to it. Probably.
She shook her hands out and smoothed down her skirt.
The first two to board were the solo fliers, polite enough, if a little dismissive. They both said good morning to her, so it was already a stark improvement compared to the previous flight.
The other two didn't arrive for another twenty or so minutes—long enough that Zoey thought they might not even be showing up—and when they did arrive Zoey found herself getting even more frustrated. There was something about extremely pretty rich girls that irritated her, the way they looked down their nose at her, the way they flaunted their family's money.
Okay, maybe she was making assumptions, but they couldn't have been much older than she was and these were expensive seats. And they were late. She watched them walk over the tarmac, early morning sun bouncing off their fancy clothes and fancy dyed hair and fancy faces, forced a smile, and braced herself.
The shorter of the two, the one with purple hair tied back into a braid, walked in front with an air of easy confidence Zoey could only dream of achieving. She talked while she walked—gesturing vaguely with the hand that wasn't holding their boarding passes—to the woman behind her. Despite how much money she must have had to be paying for seats like these, she was dressed in a surprisingly plain turtleneck and jeans.
The pink haired one—and wow, it was weird to have two first class passengers with brightly dyed hair, especially coming out of Seoul—trailed behind, even with her longer strides. It was probably because she apparently had all the luggage, with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder and dragging a small suitcase behind her. She didn't seem to mind, given how she was smiling down at Purple Hair with what could only be described as undiluted adoration. The heat had made her roll the sleeves of her button-up shirt up to her elbows, and that was the only part of her attire that wasn't sleek and neatly tucked in.
They really were very pretty.
The closer they got the more Zoey realised they weren't just pretty, they were stunning. They were you cannot be real pretty, they were angels descending from the heavens and choirs singing pretty, they were just give me one chance, please, anything pretty. She swallowed and touched her cheek to make sure she wasn't radiating more heat than the tarmac was.
She stood up straighter as they started climbing the stairs, but then, before she could even greet them-
Purple Hair bent at the waist into a bow. "I'm so sorry we're late."
Zoey blinked. Oh no. Even her voice was pretty. And she was polite.
She caught Pink Hair rolling her eyes, still wearing that fond smile. It fell from her face when she looked at Zoey, though she bowed politely anyway.
"Um," Zoey started, then got her feet back under herself. "It's okay! Other classes are still boarding. Could I see your passes?"
Purple handed her the boarding passes with a smile that bordered on awkward—pretty, but too practised to look natural. Zoey gave the passes a quick glance and nodded.
"Thank you. My name is Zoey, and I'll be your flight attendant today. Please, let me escort you to your seats." Zoey said, professionalism now back under her control and pinned in place at the forefront of her mind.
They followed quietly, except for when Zoey had to tiptoe to push the suitcase into the overhead locker. Then Pink chuckled, a deep, silky sound that prompted another little oh no! out of Zoey's hindbrain.
"I've got it," she said as she took the suitcase from Zoey's hands and effortlessly pushed it into the locker.
Fuck, they both had such nice voices.
Zoey busied herself by picking up the duffel bag. She really needed to get laid before the next flight if she was short-circuiting just from two very pretty girls saying completely normal things to her—or, actually, no, she was having a perfectly valid reaction to her circumstances, and nobody could blame her.
She realised Pink was watching her expectantly.
"Mira," Purple—Rumi—chided as she sat down in the window seat, "Use your words."
Maybe the starchy collar was a good thing. At least she could hide the way it made heat start to climb her neck.
Mira snorted. "Want me to put the bag away, too?"
"No, I can do it," Zoey said, a little too quickly. She could've got the suitcase in, too, and suddenly she was determined to prove she was perfectly capable of performing the basic tasks required of her for her role.
She waited for a second longer, just in case they had any requests before takeoff, so she saw the way Mira rested her hand over Rumi's, and the way Rumi instinctively made room for their fingers to interlock.
Ah. They were a couple. That made sense, what with how unreasonably hot they both were.
"Thank you, Zoey," Rumi said.
Zoey bowed and left quickly, before she could think too hard about how her name sounded in Rumi's mouth, and ignored the little pang of pain she felt at knowing they were dating. She wasn't even sure why. It wasn't like she flirted with passengers, or had any intention to ask for their numbers.
Nevermind. As soon as she landed she was going to take a shower and download a dating app or something. Clearly her dry streak had gone on too long.
She tried to remember which apps were in use in Seattle while she took her seat. The passengers could all see her from their seats here, and the time between the passengers boarding and the pilot getting the go ahead to move to the runway was one of the few non-mandated breaks she got. She was determined to not spend it on her feet.
She let her mind drift to what she'd do with her few days off in Seattle before she'd be working another flight back to Seoul. She'd probably just sleep for the first day, maybe order some fancy room service, but after that she had a startling amount of options. There was a zoo, the aquarium, the Space Needle, some museums… she wouldn't be able to do all of them in the few days she had, but she'd almost certainly be back given her line of work, so she could do this smart and pick things that were all nearby, split the city into segments and work her way through them, or-
She was being watched. She looked across the passengers to see which one of them was trying to get her attention with the intensity of their stare alone and was surprised to see Rumi looking directly at her. The second Zoey noticed her Rumi's eyes widened and she ducked her head down.
Okay, fine. Maybe she was nervous on planes and she was the sort of person to watch the flight attendants to reassure themselves.
Except, a few moments later she caught Rumi staring at her again. She got to her feet and walked over, giving the other passengers a quick glance as she did. The other two were already settling down, headphones or earbuds in. It was usually the case for first class passengers flying solo. They tended to either sleep or work during the flight.
"Can I help with anything?" Zoey asked politely. Professionally.
Rumi shook her head. "No, no, sorry. I was-… um. Sorry."
Zoey looked to Mira, who was smirking at some untold joke.
"Ignore her. She's just weird," Mira said, light and teasing.
"Mira," Rumi warned, but then she turned back to Zoey and smiled. It was a little lopsided, and very endearing. "Sorry, for making you get up."
Zoey blinked a few times. "It's okay. It's quite literally my job, so… you've got the call button, but I'm only like… a few seats away. So you can also just say my name," and, because her mind was still half a world away, "I'm very well trained."
She watched a faint blush crawl up Rumi's neck and the way Mira's eyebrow arched and thought, ah, shit, I'm going to get fired.
"So! I'll just be over there! If you need me!" Zoey continued, a little pitchy, before hurrying back to her seat.
She resisted the urge to bury her face in her hands, if only because it had taken her ages to do her makeup and she didn't want to mess it up before the flight even started. She looked at her watch, counted down the minutes before they were scheduled to move to the runway, and tried her best to ignore the way she could still feel them looking at her.
Two very pretty women. Who she'd just told she was 'well trained'.
Nevermind being fired, she was going to die. She'd have it put on her gravestone: Here lies Zoey. She let her inside thoughts become outside thoughts.
She had to wait another twenty minutes before the seatbelt lights turned on, and it was almost a relief to have something else to do. She took the life vest from underneath her seat and stood in the centre aisle, where all the passengers could see her clearly. It felt silly to do when most of the passengers didn't even look, since they were almost always frequent fliers.
1A only gave her a cursory glance before looking back at the screen in front of him, and half way through the demonstration in Korean 3D had also gotten bored of seeing her gesture to the emergency exits and show them how to put a life vest on.
Rumi and Mira watched her the whole time, and Zoey found herself watching them back.
That was how she noticed the way Rumi watched her when she pretended to blow on the inflation tube for the bright yellow life vest around her neck. She could practically see the heat on her cheeks. Mira elbowed her with a knowing smirk and Rumi sank down in her seat slightly.
What the fuck?
Maybe Zoey had forgotten her ADHD meds in the morning, or maybe the scant power she'd just been given had gone straight to her head, but when she repeated the demonstration for the English voice over she made an executive decision that, fuck it, if she was going to get fired anyway she might as well go out doing what she loved—making women blush.
She looked Rumi directly in the eyes when she lifted the tube up to her mouth a second time, licked her lips, and pressed the opening to her mouth. Her lips were parted just enough that she knew Rumi would be able to see the way she pressed her tongue to the plastic, slow and methodical, not licking, just a gentle pressure, one that demanded she imagine what it would look like for something else to be against her tongue.
Any regret she might have felt—when was the last time this had been cleaned?—vanished in an instant when Rumi suddenly looked away, ears red.
Mira was watching her, too, eyebrow arched, a faint smirk on her lips.
Okay. Okay, cool. Maybe they weren't going to try and get her fired. Maybe they'd invite her home and she'd get to show them what else she could do with her mouth.
She tucked the life vest back under her seat and sat as calmly as she could and shook the fantasy loose. They definitely wouldn't invite her back. People like them didn't invite people like Zoey into their beds. It was, at most, going to be a game for them, a flirty back and forth they'd talk about later.
That was fine. Zoey liked to play too.
She had to wait until they were in the air before she could make her next move, which gave her time to think it through. The flight time was around ten hours, so she had plenty of time to find out what made them tick. Rumi was definitely an easier target, but Mira had been watching her just as much, and now she wanted to make her flustered as well.
Her first opportunity arose shortly after they reached a steady altitude, when she conducted her checks. As she was pouring tea for 1A she saw Rumi lean into Mira and whisper something in her periphery, and if it weren't for the way Mira's eyes flicked over to Zoey as she listened she wouldn't have thought much about it. Instead of looking away like Rumi had, when Mira realised she'd been caught she only smirked—a slow and pleased twitch to her lips that inexplicably made Zoey think of a cat.
3D asked her to come back in half an hour, so she moved swiftly to Rumi and Mira, handing them a menu each and holding her hands in front of her—almost demure—while they looked it over.
"See anything you like?" Zoey asked, lowering her voice just a fraction. Mira didn't look up, but her mouth quirked into that feline expression again.
Rumi, however, tilted her chin up and narrowed her eyes slightly, almost a challenge. "What do you recommend?"
"That depends entirely what you're in the mood for," Zoey said before leaning over Mira to turn the page on Rumi's menu. It was unnecessary—bordering on rude, even—but this close she could smell her perfume, earthy and warm, and she knew Mira would be able to smell hers, too. It probably cost less than half of what Mira's did, but it wasn't cheap perfume by any means. She could feel Mira's stare on the side of her neck, but a quick look told her that she wasn't budging yet.
Maybe Mira would need more of a brute force approach.
"Since it's still early, I'd recommend tea or coffee. We have a selection of both, here," Zoey continued. Rumi was watching the movement of her hand rather than her face, so she dragged the pad of her index finger down the page slowly and then tapped when she reached the hot drink selection.
Rumi hummed as Zoey stood back upright. It was a pleasant, melodic sound, and Zoey found herself wondering what it was, exactly, the pair of them did to be flying first class. They couldn't be rich rich, or they'd have chartered a private jet. Or maybe they were, they were just also environmentally conscious?
God, she hoped they were environmentally conscious. Not that they needed to be sexier, but…
"I'll just take a coffee, black," Rumi said. It took a second for Zoey to remember the menu wasn't just a prop for flirting.
"Of course, and yourself?" Zoey asked, looking to Mira.
Mira cocked her head to the side. "Tea. Whichever's your favourite."
It felt a bit like a test.
"Right away," Zoey said with a small bow.
She didn't linger, instead heading straight to the small kitchen area to fill their mugs. She picked honestly for her favourite—citron—instead of trying to guess what Mira would want. If she wanted to test her, Zoey would test her right back.
She brought both mugs over to them and leaned over Mira again to place Rumi's on her table, but when she moved to put Mira's down she was stopped by Mira reaching to take it from her hand. Her fingers—her long fingers—were warm where they brushed against Zoey's as she slipped the mug from her grip.
Her nails were short. So that was good to know.
She waited for them to both to try their drinks before she walked away. It wasn't really necessary, but it meant she got to admire the way Rumi parted her lips to blow on the top of the mug, the threads of steam following her exhaled breath, before she sipped delicately at it. She gave Zoey that lopsided smile. She decided she liked this smile more than the first one she'd been given alongside the boarding passes. It felt real and honest.
"Perfect, thank you," Rumi said, as if she hadn't given her the simplest possible order. Zoey caught herself beaming anyway and had to school it back into something more professional.
Mira made a pleased humming sound as she sipped at her tea, then leaned back to look up at Zoey. "This is your favourite?"
"Yeah," Zoey confirmed, "It's citron."
"You've got good taste," Mira said before taking another sip.
Zoey glanced around to make sure both of the other passengers had their headphones on, then lowered her voice even further. "I've been told I taste amazing."
Mira choked on her tea, and Zoey didn't even try to hide how smug she was at getting a reaction from her so quickly. Rumi ducked her head down and turned towards the window to try and hide her laughter, but her shoulder shook from the effort, and it only got worse when Mira not-so-subtly kicked her shin.
Point to Zoey. This was going to be easy.
She returned to her seat before Mira could come up with any sort of retort. She didn't look at either of them again, instead keeping an eye on her watch until it was time to return to 3D and take her drink order, which ended up being a beer. It was a little early in Zoey's opinion, but time wasn't real on planes anyway, and she was flirting with passengers, so she probably shouldn't throw horny stones in drunk houses or whatever the saying was.
Ignoring them had the desired effect. She had the feeling they were the sort who wouldn't stand for it.
"Zoey?" Rumi called, voice soft like she was worried about disturbing the other passengers.
Zoey tried her best not to look smug about it when she stood next to them, hands folded in front of her again. "How can I help?"
"I was just wondering if you knew when food would be served," Rumi said.
Oh, this was absolutely just an excuse to make her pay attention to them. Another point to Zoey.
She looked at her watch. "Lunch will be served in around two hours. If you're hungry now I could fetch you something?"
"I don't think you serve what she's hungry for," Mira drawled, low and silky. The tone alone sent a jolt straight through Zoey, and that was before she registered what was being said.
She swallowed. Okay, fine. Point to Mira. She racked her brain for something to say back and settled on playing dumb.
"We have a wide selection. Are you sure there's nothing you're interested in?" Zoey said, keeping her voice as light as she could.
"I'd like to hear some recommendations for when we land," Rumi said, propping her jaw in her palm and eyeing Zoey over slowly.
She could feel the heat spreading through her chest and up to her cheeks. It wasn't the words, but how she said them—low like a hunter spotting prey—and how she looked at her—like she couldn't wait to catch her and take a bite.
Maybe she wasn't as easy a target as Zoey thought. Point to Rumi. She wasn't adding their points together. They got individual points. She was still in the lead.
"I might have some," Zoey teased, "But I don't think they'll help you if you get hungry on the flight."
The innuendo was getting away from her, but in her defense, she hadn't exactly come prepared for this.
Mira placed a hand on Rumi's knee, almost possessively, except it didn't feel like a warning. "She won't mind waiting. She likes it, even."
Rumi batted at Mira's arm and Mira chuckled in response. It was so affectionate, so genuine, that Zoey glanced away. Her head snapped back over when Mira's knuckles brushed against her wrist.
"We're interested in those recommendations," Mira said slowly, as if she wanted to give Zoey time to process, "Maybe you can suggest something Korean, for a little taste of home?"
Okay. Okay, maybe Zoey wasn't winning. Maybe she was fucked. Maybe she was going to get fucked, actually. She still had most of the flight to claw back victory, though.
She realised she'd been staring when she heard Rumi giggle and murmur, "Jesus, Mira."
"There's one recommendation you'd like. It might be too much for you, though. You'll have to convince me you can handle it," Zoey said with as much confidence as she could muster—which was a lot, because Mira and Rumi were giving as good as they got, and that made it fun. Even if nothing really came of it, at least they were all enjoying themselves.
Mira raised her eyebrows again and shared an indecipherable look with Rumi. There was a tension between the three of them now that felt much, much more real. It was palpable, like the warmth still spreading over her skin where she and Mira had touched.
But she was at work, and she really didn't want to get fired, so instead of letting the tension move her she winked at them and retreated to her seat before she could watch their reactions.
The longer the flight went on, the bolder she got. The other two passengers needed remarkably little, with one falling asleep and the other absorbed in work on her laptop. Rumi and Mira, however, seemed to need quite a lot. It'd be annoying if it were anyone else, but not when every time she was called over was a chance to flirt—or be flirted with. What started with Mira's hands lingering over Zoey's when she passed her a mug turned into Mira touching Zoey's arm when she laughed, to Zoey trailing her hand across Rumi's leg when she leaned over. Things that couldn't be excused as an accident anymore. Things that would raise eyebrows and get complaints filed.
If she were to be completely honest with herself, the risk was part of the appeal. She simply didn't have time to unpack that right now, though. That was something for her to think about when she got back home.
She got a short break after serving lunch to the passengers—and, okay, fine, first class airplane food was still pretty damn good, but she was sticking by the wine not mattering—and when she returned she saw Rumi perk up at the sight of her and felt her heart kick against her ribs. Mira leaned over to whisper something and Rumi laughed, scrunching her face up adorably and burying herself into Mira's shoulder as if she'd been caught off guard by the comment.
Mira was one lucky woman.
They both were, actually, because if anyone looked at Zoey the way Mira looked at Rumi—soft and downright smitten—she'd never be able to function again.
She'd been with people before, but she was pretty sure none of them had looked at her like that.
She realised she was staring when Mira locked eyes with her made a small 'come hither' motion with her fingers. It was something she'd normally find irreparably rude, but Mira had such malicious intent in her expression that Zoey found herself both unbothered and obeying on instinct. It wasn't like her to be obedient. Mira was playing dirty.
"What can I help you with?" Zoey asked, still keeping up a thin veneer of professionalism.
"I was wondering about the in-flight entertainment," Mira said, and from this angle she could see the way her fingers were entwined with Rumi's again—Rumi, who was burying her mouth into her own shoulder and watching Zoey through her eyelashes with open curiosity.
"Need more recommendations? You seem the type to need guidance," Zoey said, voice low. The other passengers were both asleep now, so it was more for Mira and Rumi's fun than her own benefit.
Rumi snorted softly, but Mira only raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is that so?"
A little spark of joy shot through her at the reaction and she found herself pressing on it like it was a bruise. "No shame in it. I'm good at it, too. All you need to do is tell me what you like, and I'll make sure you're sufficiently… entertained."
Zoey's eyes flicked over to Rumi.
"Do you also need some guidance? I think I can make some guesses about what you like," Zoey continued. Heat crawled up to Rumi's ears almost immediately, and now Mira was the one making an amused sound low in her throat.
"Confident, aren't you?" Mira mused, voice catching on her low laugh.
Zoey shrugged. "I've got no reason not to be."
Mira hummed, then whispered. "I think you need to be put in your place."
She knew by their matching grins that her face had turned red, even through her makeup. Jesus, they were good. She found herself having to suppress a shiver.
Still, she wasn't raised a quitter.
"I'd like to see you try," Zoey dared.
"Be patient and we'll show you," Rumi said slowly. Apparently she recovered quickly.
Zoey bristled at the suggestion she was impatient. It was completely true, of course, but she didn't like that they'd figured her out so quickly. "I can be so patient. It's you two I'm worried about."
Mira only chuckled at that, and she wondered how much of the confidence was because of the proximity of the other. The thought was knocked loose before she could come to a conclusion when Mira unfolded from her seat and stood—fuck, Zoey had forgotten how tall she was—stretching her arms out above her head languidly.
Zoey took a step back when Mira took a step forwards—to give her space, obviously—but Mira found a way to brush against her shoulder anyway, leaning down slightly to murmur, "We don't have to be."
She continued towards the bathroom and, before Zoey could figure out what the fuck that meant, Rumi brushed past her as well. And followed Mira. Into the bathroom.
There was no way, no fucking way, they were seriously about to…
No, no, this was a ploy. They just wanted to get her worked up, and Zoey wasn't going to let them win. In fact, this was a victory to her if she thought about it, because if they had gone to join the mile high club then it had been because of Zoey, so, really-
She took her seat and tried not to think too hard about it.
The problem was that she didn't have anything else to think about.
She wondered if they'd waited for the other two passengers to be asleep, or if they were so bold they'd have done this even if they were awake. They were bold enough to keep up with Zoey, so maybe they would take the risk.
After five minutes passed she found herself unable to stop imagining what they were doing. She knew it was bigger in there than it would've been for economy class, but not big enough to give them that many options. Was Mira on her knees? Was Rumi whispering in her ear, fingers pressed into her? Or maybe Mira's thigh was between Rumi's legs.
Fuck.
She closed her legs tightly and shifted in her seat. If she walked closer she might've been able to hear them, but that was weird to do, wasn't it? Then again, they were doing this to torment her, so, actually, she was well within her rights to find out.
She waited another handful of minutes before approaching the locked door. She looked at the poster near it, as if she were just going to adjust it, and then-
Zoey heard it. Not a word, but a high and breathy moan, followed by a low laugh.
It immediately put the picture of Mira's hand down Rumi's pants into Zoey's head and sent heat careening through her body. If they didn't give themselves away, Zoey's face just might. She tried to keep her expression as neutral as possible, but then there was the soft thud of a body being pushed into the door and another, more muffled moan. She wondered if Mira's hand was over Rumi's mouth, or if she was muffling her with her own mouth instead.
She snapped her jaw shut and stared at the door. The door that they were fucking behind, less than a foot away from her. Her heart beat hard against her ribs, sending blood away from her head so fast it made her feel dizzy.
Holy shit.
She needed to go back to her seat. If they caught her just standing there and listening she'd be giving them more ammo, and she was barely scraping by a victory as it was. Especially now that she was standing there, flattening her palms against her skirt so she didn't do anything stupid like touch herself.
But if she was very still she could hear the quiet sounds of Mira fucking Rumi into the door, so… no, if they walked out and saw her there she'd never hear the end of it. With all the strength she could muster, she retreated to her seat and glanced at her watch again. She wasn't timing them exactly, but she was still aware that it took nearly thirty minutes for them to come back out—which was impressive considering the location.
Mira glanced around, and at first Zoey thought she was looking to see if they'd been caught, but then Mira's eyes connected with Zoey's and she realised from her expression alone that the only person she'd been looking for was her.
If the heat had gone from her face it returned full force when Mira winked at her, and she found herself grinning in response. Especially when Rumi was led out by her hand, looking distinctly dishevelled and flushed.
Which meant she'd guessed right on who was moaning. She'd take the little victories at this point.
1A woke up shortly after and it made it harder for the flirting to continue past casual looks and brief touches, which was annoying, but she was still at work, so it was probably a mercy or something. She didn't skip any chance to look at them, though. She'd probably have done that even if they hadn't flirted back, because they were still the most attractive people Zoey had ever seen.
She was startled by the seatbelt lights turning back on. The flight had gone by quickly, and she had to hurry to collect any loose trash before they started to descend. It meant she didn't get a chance to talk to Rumi and Mira again until they were getting off the plane, and at that point there were too many eyes on her for her to say any of the things she really wanted to say. She was a little surprised that Mira wanted to shake her hand. She hoped it wasn't a 'good game, better luck next time' kind of handshake—a fear that dissolved immediately when she felt a piece of paper being pushed against her palm. She closed her hand around it and nodded her head politely—respectfully—at the other passengers.
None of what had just happened felt real yet. People like her did not get that lucky, even just to be flirted with by them, even if it didn't lead anywhere. She watched them descend from the plane and blinked when Rumi looked over her shoulder and gave her a little wave and jerked her chin down to Zoey's hand.
Right.
She unfurled the paper and stared down at what was written on it.
A number written in pretty, curling handwriting, followed by the letter R.
Her face split into a wide grin, one that she wore as she completed the rest of her duties, even as her cheeks started to hurt. The rest of the crew didn't ask, and thank god for that, because she was pretty sure if someone did ask she'd immediately tell them everything. She was practically bouncing on the spot. She had to force herself to walk and not skip to the taxi taking her to her hotel.
As soon as she walked through the door to her hotel room she ripped the neckerchief from her throat and shoved it into her jacket pocket, taking a deep breath to steady herself before she opened her phone and typed in the number. Her thumbs paused over her screen.
How was she supposed to start this? Just 'hey'? 'Remember me'? 'Are we still down to fuck'? 'Do you want those recommendations still'?
She typed several iterations and settled on something simple.
Zoey
hey!
She cringed inwardly. How had she been able to flirt with them to their faces, and now she couldn't-
The response came through so fast she nearly turned off her screen and missed the notification. First was the message that a new participant had been added to the chat, and then a reply.
Rumi
Hi, Zoey.
Zoey
so is it weird if i just double check this is about what i think it's about
Rumi
What do you think it's about?
Zoey snorted.
Zoey
well now i dont want to say, since your girlfriend is here
Rumi
She doesn't mind sharing.
Would you like to come to our hotel?
Zoey
obviously
Mira
Someone's eager
Zoey
well one of us didnt get fucked on the plane
There was a pause just long enough to make Zoey regret how blunt the message had been.
Mira
What makes you think I let her come
Jesus christ. Zoey watched three dots appear, then disappear, then appear again.
Mira
Rumi wants me to tell you that I did
I haven't decided if I'll let you or not
Zoey stared at the screen. This was, by far, the hottest thing to have happened to her, and it had all just been words.
Rumi
You don't have to, if you don't want to. We won't be offended.
Zoey
what did i do wrong to make you think i DIDNT want to
tell me so i never fumble something like this again
The next message was from Mira. An address and a room number. It wasn't too far away, but it was a much nicer hotel than the one the company paid for. Maybe if she was lucky she'd get to stay for breakfast.
Mira
If you're definitely up for this you should give us a safeword
Actually what's your preference
We can make it work either way
Zoey
pretty women who are mean to me
Rumi
Oh my god.
Zoey grinned to herself as she kicked her shoes off so she could sit cross-legged on the bed.
Mira
Good to know but you know that's not what I meant
Zoey
i'm easy
wait
i mean i don't care
switch
switch is what i meant
stop typing if whatever youre about to say is mean
The next two messages came through at the exact same time, and it was enough to make Zoey laugh through the brief mortification she'd just experienced.
Rumi
I thought you wanted us to be mean?
Mira
You are easy
Zoey
im not responding to that
stoplight system btw
Rumi
Thank you.
Let us know if there's anything you don't want us to do.
Zoey thought about it. Telling them she'd do whatever they wanted was probably unwise and would absolutely backfire on her, and she did have some limits, it was just that they varied depending on the person she was with. She sent a basic list—no marks her uniform wouldn't hide, no pictures or videos of her, where her lines were with pain, that sort of thing. If anything else came up she'd just safeword out.
Mira
Perfect
I've got some ideas for you
Rumi
At least half of them are actually my ideas.
Don't steal the credit.
Zoey
wait before you start doing whatever tf this is
are there any rules i need to know about
i mean actual rules that i cant break
Mira
Ask to touch Rumi and you don't touch me
Zoey pulled her lip between her teeth. They were simple enough, but…
Zoey
okay clarifying question
Rumi
Yes?
Zoey
when you say no touching
does that include like
cuddling
because im a cuddler
There was a pause so long that she started to worry she was asking too many questions and they'd changed their minds. She'd been just about to apologise when the next message came through.
Mira
Cuddles are fine
So is kissing
She'd preempted Zoey's next question, which was handy.
Zoey
when should i come over
Rumi
Whenever you'd like. We're free all night tonight.
Zoey
okay im gonna shower first so give me like
an hour
Rumi
Sure.
Zoey dropped her phone on her bed and took an unsteady breath. This had to be a joke, right? Some mean rich girl prank? There was no way… but if they were being serious and she missed this chance she'd never recover from that monumental fumble, so, fuck it.
As she was waiting for the shower to warm up her phone buzzed again. She peered at her screen and nearly dropped the shampoo bottle she was holding.
Mira
Something to motivate you
Don't touch yourself
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The preview of the image alone nearly made her heart stop. She almost knocked her phone off the counter with how eager she was to open it, and when she saw it in full her breath caught in her throat.
It was a picture of Rumi—she assumed it was Rumi anyway, though her face wasn't in it—lying on a bed, her chest completely bare. Aside from the smattering of small, fading bruises from teeth and a few faint scars she was flawless, and stronger than she'd looked on the plane, too—broader shouldered, the faint outline of abs lit up by the warm glow of, presumably, the lamps. There was a hand against her ribs as if she were being held in place and, even in the low light of the image, she could see the way the blush spread across her skin. It was a surprise she'd noticed any of those details when all she should've been noticing were her tits.
Fucking fuck. She was going to pass out. There was no way blood was still being sent to her brain.
Zoey
cruel
Mira
You have no idea
Don't keep us waiting
Zoey tossed her phone back onto the counter and hurried out of her clothes so fast she nearly tripped over her skirt and had to brace herself against the shower stall. She kicked the offending garment out of the bathroom entirely to prevent it from getting damp before standing underneath the hot spray of water and letting it melt away some of the deep ache in her shoulders. She always ached after long shifts, and she was starting to think it might be because she was sitting wrong.
A problem for another time. Her current problem was the persistent heat between her legs and her inability to stop thinking about that picture. They really were out of her league, but, god, she'd be damned if she didn't make them work for it anyway. That was part of the fun, after all. Mira's text flashed in front of her eyes again, the warning to not touch herself. She hadn't told her what the consequences would be, so…
Zoey's hand slid down her stomach and paused above the thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs. Heat that had nothing to do with the shower pulsed under her skin.
They really wouldn't have any way of knowing. She could just take the edge off and then lie, or… or tell them the truth and find out what happened when she disobeyed. But she was probably going to find that out anyway.
Her fingers inched lower.
Then again, she shouldn't spoil her meal by snacking before dinner.
She pulled her hand back up and finished washing her hair.
As she was pulling clean clothes on—she hadn't exactly brought date clothes with her, so she had to settle on something casual—she saw her phone screen light up again. She peered over at it.
Mira
Rumi tastes amazing too
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She had to open the image fully to understand what she was seeing, but when she did her heart shuddered to a stop in her chest.
It was Mira's hand, palm up, fingers held up to the dim light to show off how wet they were, to make sure Zoey could clearly see the strand of slick linking her index and middle finger. Heat pooled in her stomach, and the only thought she could string together was fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-
Which wasn't a thought, really.
She threw her jacket over her shoulders and ordered a taxi. She'd considered walking, but actually, fuck that. She wanted to be in that hotel room immediately.
She didn't get any more texts on the drive over, and she didn't respond to the one she had received—because what the hell was she supposed to say to that?—and when she arrived at their hotel she was struck again by just how far out of her league they were. If it had been some tacky gold-lined building it might not have even registered, but this hotel was expensive in a way that indicated actual quality. The lobby was so quiet she could hear the echo of her shoes clicking on the marble floors. She was a little surprised security didn't stop her, but she was walking with such purpose that maybe they just assumed she was allowed to be there.
Which she was, actually. She was totally allowed to be there. She'd been invited.
She scrolled past the pictures quickly to double check the room number and pressed the corresponding button in the elevator. They were on one of the higher floors, which gave her chance to check herself out in the mirror. She smoothed her shirt out and squinted at her hair. She could've worn it down, but what if they preferred it up?
She leaned closer to her reflection. She was definitely overthinking a one-night stand, and if they wanted her hair down they could do it themselves.
No. She looked fine, and it was too late to change anything anyway. It wasn't like she was going to stay looking neat for long.
She triple checked the text with the room number and peered up at the door to confirm, then rolled her shoulders out and bounced on her heels like she was warming up for a fight.
After one more long, steadying breath she knocked.
She heard footsteps approaching the door and, on a whim, leaned against the doorframe casually.
Mira opened the door wearing a deep red robe—supplied by the hotel, judging by the embroidery—and raised an eyebrow.
Zoey spoke first. "I liked the pictures. And you were worried I was too impatient."
Mira huffed a small, low laugh and, without a word, grabbed Zoey by the wrist and yanked her into the room. As soon as the door was behind her she was being pushed up against it hard enough for her to feel it click shut against her spine.
"You are," Mira said, "I bet you got in a taxi the minute I sent that second picture."
Okay, yes, true.
Zoey stared up at her defiantly. "And you couldn't even wait that long."
Mira lowered her head down, so close that their lips were nearly brushing. "We waited long enough."
Zoey grabbed the lapels of her robe—satin, because of course it was—and pulled her into a kiss, so roughly that their teeth clacked together and Mira let out a soft, surprised sound. There was a giggle from somewhere past Mira, but the sound was drowned out by the way Zoey gasped when Mira grabbed her hips and pulled them flush against her own. Mira took advantage of it, licking into Zoey's mouth, pressing her harder against the door, crowding her. She tightened her fists in Mira's robe on instinct, and then-
And then all the heat and pressure was gone. Mira stepped back and smirked.
"You really are easy," she mused.
Before Zoey could fully think it through she found herself speaking. "Have you seen how hot you two are?"
Mira blinked at her, unable to completely contain the surprise in time for Zoey to not catch it, but then the smirk was back in place.
"Bold little thing, aren't you?" Mira said, voice silky and low. Zoey felt the words in her chest. Mira took another step back and Zoey followed, only pausing to shrug her jacket off and kick her shoes off at the door—because she was respectful, even when she was out-of-her-mind horny.
"If you can't handle it, I'm sure I can find-" Zoey started.
"We can handle it."
Zoey looked over to the source of the voice. Rumi sat on the edge of the bed, hair free of the braid and falling loose over her shoulders, wearing the same sort of robe as Mira. She could see the flush on her chest where the robe wasn't fully closed and the first picture forced itself back to the front of Zoey's mind. Mira took her jacket from her hands and casually tossed it onto the foot of the bed, and then Mira's hand was heavy between her shoulder blades, pushing her forwards with enough force that she stumbled.
The only reason she didn't fall was because Rumi caught her, smoothly pulling her onto her lap with a smile that would've been kind if it didn't have a sharp edge to it.
"Hey, gorgeous," Rumi said, "Can I kiss you?"
This close all she could smell was Rumi's perfume, a subtle floral scent that settled over her comfortably like a blanket. Zoey blinked dumbly for a moment—which was hypocritical of her—before she nodded.
Rumi kissed more gently than Mira. Or, actually, Zoey had started that kiss, so she supposed Rumi kissed more gently than Zoey. It was slower, deeper, more of a shy exploration than a claiming. Her thoughts were snatched from her by the way Rumi sighed into her, as if she really had been waiting for it. Zoey shifted her weight, adjusting so her knees were either side of Rumi's thighs and sliding her hand up to the side of her neck.
The bed dipped somewhere behind Rumi, but before Zoey could break the kiss strong hands scooted under her thighs and she was being lifted up. The squeak that left her mouth was not her proudest moment, but she wasn't wrong in her assessment that Rumi was stronger than she looked, because, wow, she was being moved like she weighed nothing at all. She instinctively tried to wrap her legs around Rumi's hips, but then she was twisted around and deposited onto something firm and warm and pinned there by the heat of Rumi above her as she settled between Zoey's thighs.
"I'd hoped those muscles weren't just for show," Zoey said with a breathless laugh. Mira chuffed behind her.
Rumi paused, momentarily caught off guard by the compliment, then ducked her head down in a vain attempt to hide her blush. How someone could be happy to pick her up like a handful of grapes and then get flustered when she pointed it out was a mystery, and a quick glance at Mira's fond expression told her it was a mystery she hadn't solved yet either.
For a moment she felt a sense of gratitude for being allowed to be part of this, even if she was only there to take the love that spilled over from their bodies and hold it in her own for safekeeping.
A pair of hands on her hips pulled her closer and jolted her back to the present situation of being between Mira's thighs. She tried to look at Mira again, but then Rumi's hand was on her jaw and pulling her back into another kiss. It was more confident this time, firmer, a hint of sharp teeth against her lower lip that made her gasp into it. She felt Rumi's other hand bunch up the hem of her shirt and tug lightly, asking for permission that Zoey gave with an eager nod. The kiss was broken just long enough for her shirt to be pulled over her head and tossed aside, and then Rumi's lips crashed back into hers.
Zoey made a valiant attempt at taking control of the kiss, leaning into it and licking into Rumi's mouth eagerly, hand moving to the back of her neck to hold her in place, but then she felt Mira's warm fingers unhooking her bra, and her warmer lips against her neck. Her breath fanned out over the sensitive skin as she spoke.
"Want to show us just how well trained you are?" Mira murmured.
Zoey shuddered, but with a herculean amount of willpower she pulled away from Rumi's hungry kiss just long enough to respond. "Wow, if I'd known that was all it'd take to get into your head…"
"So it was a lie, then?" Rumi asked, face still so close to Zoey's she could feel her lips moving.
"Not a lie, you've just got to earn it."
Rumi's eyes widened, and with a jolt Zoey realised it wasn't shock but excitement. She found herself grinning at the expression, but before she could pull Rumi back into a kiss Mira's teeth sank into her shoulder, not hard enough to bruise, but hard and sudden enough to make Zoey whine.
"I don't think it's gonna be hard to earn at all," Mira mused, lips now against the shell of Zoey's ear.
Zoey had never struggled with pushing people, and she wasn't going to start now.
"Yeah? 'cos so far all you've done is kiss me, and that- fuck."
Mira bit her again on the crook of her neck, then pulled the skin between her teeth and sucked, and suddenly Zoey was fighting to not let her eyes flutter closed at the wet heat of Mira's tongue as she flicked it over the newly forming bruise.
"You were saying?" Mira drawled, like an asshole.
Zoey let out a small laugh, followed by an admittedly very sulky, "Shut up."
"If you want us to do something, all you have to do is ask," Rumi said, soft and sweet in a way that was even more threatening than the husk of Mira's voice against her ear.
"I want you to fuck me, or I wouldn't be here," Zoey said. It was intended to come out as a snarl, but she could feel the corners of her mouth twitching back into a grin, especially when Rumi raised her eyebrows. She got the feeling she wasn't playing the role the way they'd expected and had to suppress another laugh. Just to make a point, she shifted her hips down and rolled them against Rumi's thigh. She could barely feel it through the layers of clothes, but she was so worked up even that tiny amount of contact made her exhale with something close to relief.
Mira's grip on her hips tightened to the point of pain, and she bit lightly at Zoey's ear. "We didn't give you permission to do that."
Zoey tried to formulate a response, but all that came out was a low whimper. Mira's voice was doing things to her, and it wasn't helped by the hungry way that Rumi was watching her. It felt like she was prey and, frankly, she couldn't wait to find out what they'd do when they finally caught her.
So she pushed.
She looked Rumi in the eyes and rolled her hips again, slower, more deliberate—a dare.
Rumi's jaw ticked, and Zoey couldn't tell if it was out of frustration or restraint.
"You made us wait ten hours. I think it's only fair if you wait a little longer for us," Rumi said.
Zoey pulled her hips back a little, offended. "What? You didn't wait. You fucked on the plane."
Rumi's face flushed. How was she so hot—and bold enough to fuck in an airplane bathroom—but so easily flustered? It was adorable.
"We fucked, yeah, but we had to wait for you," Mira said.
Something about the way Mira said it, like Zoey was a prize, sent a surprising warmth through her chest. This wasn't the first time she'd had a one night stand with a couple, but it had never felt like this before—like it wasn't just about sex, it was about sex with her.
"Y'know, I had to wait, too," Zoey said, instead of lingering on the thought.
Mira pressed her fingers to Zoey's jaw and turned her head to the side. Zoey's breath caught at the intensity in her expression. "And whose fault was that?"
Zoey gave a breathy laugh, "Mine. Are you gonna do something about it?"
Mira's eyes flicked down to Zoey's lips for a half a second before her hand fell to her neck and she tugged her back into a fierce kiss, so demanding it bordered on needy. Zoey arched her back just to get a better angle, to meet Mira's lips more firmly, and was abruptly reminded she was shirtless when she felt the heat of Rumi's soft mouth on her collarbone, then against her sternum, leaving the ghosts of kisses against her skin.
Just as she settled into the rhythm between the two of them—the firm push of Mira and the gentle tug of Rumi—she felt teeth against her swell of her breast, gentle at first, then hard enough to pull a gasp from her. Zoey pushed into it, goading, encouraging, greedily wanting more.
Rumi, it seemed, was eager to provide.
She dragged her tongue over Zoey's nipple, and Zoey felt it as if her tongue were elsewhere. She moaned into Mira's mouth, losing whatever small amount of control she had over the kiss as Rumi's tongue turned to teeth, her hand cupping Zoey's other breast firmly, pinching her nipple between her fingers hard enough to draw a whine from her, then swapping over as if she wanted to keep things even, soothing where she'd bitten with the pad of her thumb and where she'd pinched with the drag of her tongue.
And then her hands travelled lower, trailing over Zoey's abdomen almost reverently and following their path with gentle kisses that made Zoey's entire body tremble with anticipation. Mira broke away to let both of them catch their breath—something Zoey had forgotten she even needed.
Fingers deftly unbuttoned her jeans, and the sound of her zip being pulled down broke through the soft panting of her breath. She didn't have to be asked, or told. She canted her hips up to give Rumi space to pull her jeans away and was only a little surprised when she realised her underwear had stayed in place. Rumi laughed softly and pressed a knuckle to Zoey's underwear, and Zoey barely managed to contain the jolt of her hips.
"She's soaked, Mira," Rumi said, half way between amusement and awe.
Mira's hand found its way back to Zoey's chin and tightened, but before Zoey could think of anything smart to say, Mira pressed her thumb to Zoey's lower lip, a pressure that demanded rather than requested. So Zoey pressed her lips tightly closed, just out of spite.
"Open," Mira ordered. Zoey smirked and shook her head, and the flicker in Mira's eyes told her that was the exact response she'd been hoping for. Instead of asking again, or doing anything that she expected her to do, Mira gripped her jaw harshly, digging her thumb and forefinger into her cheeks and forcing her mouth open. Before Zoey could snap her jaw shut she pushed her thumb past her lips and hooked it behind her teeth.
She gave Zoey's jaw a light, mocking shake, shaking her head along with it, and murmured, "I wasn't asking."
The pressure of her thumb against her teeth, the slight scrape of her nail against her tongue, the shame of losing so quickly, sent heat pooling between her thighs, and, god, Rumi noticed.
"She likes it when you do that," Rumi said, and for a moment the only thought Zoey could form was 'traitor', as if she was owed any allegiance from this relative stranger.
The thought was immediately chased from her mind when Rumi dragged her fingers over her soaked underwear. With Mira holding her mouth open she couldn't disguise the half-whine it pulled from her throat, and Mira's expression turned wicked. She pulled her thumb from her mouth and replaced it with two fingers, pushing them firmly against her tongue.
"What else do you think she'll like?" Mira asked, as if she wasn't looking directly at Zoey, as if she wasn't the reason she couldn't respond right now.
Rumi hummed thoughtfully, moving her fingers over the wet patch on Zoey's underwear with frustratingly slow strokes. "I think she'd like my mouth."
Zoey closed her mouth around Mira's fingers and sucked in response, dragging her tongue between them, letting her know what she wanted without words. Mira gave a surprised laugh, rough around the edges with her own desire. "Yeah, I bet she would."
Rumi retracted her hand and, before Zoey could complain about it, pulled her underwear off, tossed them aside, slotted herself between her thighs, and rucked her legs up over her shoulders. Holy shit, she knew she liked being manhandled, but, holy shit. She barely suppressed a moan around Mira's fingers, exhaling shakily through her nose instead. Mira pressed further, then back out, fucking Zoey's mouth with her fingers slowly, almost idly, and Zoey felt her jaw start to slacken as she took it.
She could feel Rumi's breath, hot and wet against her. Her hips twitched impatiently.
"Are you waiting for permission?" Mira teased. It took Zoey a second to realise it wasn't directed at her.
Rumi laughed softly. "No. Am I not allowed to want to take my time?"
"Oh, but when I take my time…" Mira trailed off.
Their usual dynamic unfurled in Zoey's mind, but before she could take a good look at the map she'd been so kindly given Rumi dragged her tongue through Zoey's folds and, had Mira's other hand not shot down to grab her hip, she'd have bucked up into her. Rumi lapped at her like the first kiss they'd shared, slow and curious, exploring, cataloguing each of Zoey's twitches and jolts.
She moaned around Mira's fingers, and then suddenly they were pulled from her mouth and dragged down her chin, leaving a trail of spit that Zoey would've wiped away if Mira hadn't been pinning her with a look.
"Tell her how she's doing," Mira murmured, releasing her jaw entirely with a small push to force her to look down at Rumi.
For a moment she was torn between the matching ferocity of her desire to not do as she was told and her desire for Rumi to keep going, but a sudden realisation overshadowed them both.
"So good, so- so fucking good-" Zoey panted.
Rumi redoubled her efforts immediately with a low, needy whine, and Zoey felt a surge of pride in her correct assessment. It was quickly drowned out by how fucking incredible it felt. Her head fell back against Mira's shoulder—she faintly registered the earthy scent of her perfume again—as she let out a low whine, fighting against the pressure of the hand on her hip to try and roll her hips against Rumi's mouth. Her fingers clawed in the bedsheets as the pleasure built, coiling deep inside her, tension tightening until her thighs shook and her breath came out in panting moans.
And then Rumi stopped.
Zoey groaned in frustration. She knew it was coming—unlike her, obviously, because there was no way they were just going to let her finish.
"That's not- not fair," Zoey whined, the sound mixing with the laugh that bubbled out of her.
Rumi leaned up towards Zoey's face, but just as she thought she was about to be given another kiss she leaned to the side and kissed Mira instead.
Zoey let out another frustrated sound. She couldn't even watch them, just hear the sounds of their lips meeting and the soft whimpers tumbling from Rumi's mouth and into Mira's. Mira hummed into the kiss, and when Rumi pulled back—after an eternity, she was pretty sure—Mira nipped at Zoey's ear.
"You do taste amazing," Mira whispered, low and rough, breath fanning across her jaw and neck.
"Fuck," Zoey said, intelligently.
Instead of acknowledging her, Rumi leaned back over her shoulder to kiss Mira again. A spike of indignation shot through her, and she waited a reasonable handful of seconds before bucking her hips up with such abrupt, petulant force that Mira scrambled to pin her back against her with a laugh, muffled slightly by Rumi's mouth.
"I think she wants some attention," Mira mused.
"What I want is to come," Zoey whined, as if she thought they might let her. Honestly, if they caved that fast she'd be disappointed.
Sort of. She'd also be very smug.
"Okay, okay," Rumi cooed, sitting back on her haunches. She trailed her hand back down to the apex of Zoey's thighs, gathering arousal on her fingers and drawing slow circles on her clit. Zoey gave a shuddering exhale at the touch, featherlight and agonising as it was. Maybe it was just the denial from earlier, or the heat of the situation, but she could feel the pleasure building even from that—maybe not enough to tip her over, but enough to make her hands start to fist into the bedsheets again.
"I don't think she's earned it," Mira said abruptly, and Zoey let out a rough laugh that curled around the edge of a moan.
Rumi hummed, continuing the idle movement of her fingers. "I know I said ten before, but I think that might be too mean."
Zoey's attention snapped to Rumi's face. Absolutely nothing about her sly grin suggested she thought that at all.
"I think she can handle ten," Mira said, resting her chin on Zoey's shoulder in a way that bordered on affectionate, "Don't you?"
Zoey's breath hitched as Rumi's fingers slid down from her clit and to her entrance, pressing but not pushing in.
"I don't know. She's already shaking, and we've barely even started." Rumi said.
Zoey hadn't even realised she was shaking, but she still managed to scrounge together some dignity—or mischief. "I'm shaking 'cos I'm cold," she said with a slight wiggle, more to irritate than get any friction since Mira was still holding her firmly, "Maybe you should be warming me up?"
Rumi blinked at her, and then pulled her hand away entirely. Zoey's hips chased the contact without the input of her brain, and she only just bit back a whine.
"Nevermind," Mira said sharply, "I think she's earned ten."
"Ten what?" Zoey bit out. She had a sneaking suspicion she already knew, but she hated being left in the dark.
"Hm?" Mira said, as if she'd forgotten Zoey was present, then, "Oh. How many times we're gonna edge you."
The easy way Mira said it, like they were discussing dinner, made Zoey's breath catch in her throat and escape in a long, slow shudder.
"How about eight?" Rumi asked, "Since I already stopped once, and then one for… I don't know. She's cute. I don't want to break her."
Actually, Zoey would love to be broken by them. She kept the thought firmly in her head where it belonged.
"If that's what you want," Mira said, surprisingly agreeable given how she talked to her, and then, "Think you can handle that, Zoey?"
Zoey exhaled sharply at the sound of her name in Mira's mouth, the way she pulled the syllables apart in that low rumble. "Fuck. I can handle it."
She sincerely doubted she could, but she was not a quitter.
Rumi laughed, a mean edge forming around the softness of it. "Can you count them for me? Wouldn't want to lose track."
Zoey rolled her eyes, but Mira must have caught it because suddenly her hand was firm around her jaw again, her breath hot against her ear as she pushed the words out around a snarl. "She asked a question."
It made some animal part of Zoey stutter, and before she could catch herself she was nodding. "Okay, yeah. Fine."
Rumi pushed a finger in with embarrassingly little resistance and Zoey's back arched in response. She was devastatingly turned on, and even just one finger felt criminally good. She tempered a moan down to a breathy whimper, and Mira laughed.
"Such a needy little thing," she murmured, releasing her jaw so she could slide her hand down her throat, lingering briefly on her pulse points—not with any pressure, but a threat of pressure that made Zoey's hips twitch—and then down to cup her breast roughly at the same time as Rumi drew her finger out so she could add a second, pressing them up against her inner walls in slow strokes.
This time Zoey did moan, a sound that turned into a high pitched whine when Rumi found the spot inside of her that made her vision white out. The heat from Mira's hand pooled down with the heat in her core, and when Rumi increased her pace she realised she was rapidly climbing towards her peak. She chased Rumi's hand with needy rolls of her hips—movements that Mira encouraged rather than stopping—the same way she chased the pleasure, her breath coming out in pants and whines.
She hadn't even noticed Mira lowering her head until she bit at the crook of her neck, hard, then sucked at the skin like she was trying to soothe the angry bruise that would no doubt form there.
Zoey exhaled a litany of fuckfuckfuckfuck- and ended with "Close-"
And, of course, everything stopped. She took a few breaths to steady herself, to let her heartbeat slow down, and then muttered, "One."
"Maybe she is well trained," Rumi said thoughtfully, right before she started moving her fingers again. Now that she knew where it was, she had no trouble hitting that spot repeatedly, and as soon as her fingers were moving so was Mira, pinching at her nipple and pressing hot, open mouthed kisses to her neck and shoulder.
She hadn't fully come down from the first one, so she raced towards the edge again with reckless abandon, her body seeking pleasure against the better judgement of her brain—the same brain that was watching helplessly, knowing damn well she wasn't going to get it.
"I'm- god- close, close-"
And again, everything stopped. Zoey exhaled through gritted teeth. "Two."
"Good girl," Mira crooned, and, god, she couldn't even pretend it didn't affect her, not with the way she fucking whined at it, "Just six more."
"Asshole," Zoey mumbled before she could think better of it, then froze. Was that crossing a line? They hadn't really talked about her insulting them like that-
Rumi laughed and, surprisingly, so did Mira.
"You have no idea how much of an asshole she can be," Rumi said, voice low and rough, despite the amused lilt. It was even prettier like that, and Zoey felt every word hit somewhere deep inside of her.
Mira dipped her head down and nipped at the skin beneath Zoey's jaw. "I'll keep her warmed up, since she's so cold," she drawled, "If you wanted to get the wand."
Zoey exhaled shakily as Rumi withdrew her fingers and climbed off the bed, the movement parting her robe and giving Zoey a glimpse of her smooth inner thigh and complete lack of underwear.
"Fuck," Zoey mumbled.
"Mmh. I agree," Mira murmured, endearingly sincere, but before Zoey could find it too cute Mira started trailing her hand down from Zoey's hip slowly, running her thumb along her hipbone and pressing her fingers to her inner thigh. Zoey opened her legs further on instinct, and Mira was nice enough to not comment on it. Instead, she dragged her fingers up to Zoey's folds and gathered some of the wetness—a completely reasonable amount, actually!—onto them before pushing two inside.
Zoey jolted at the sensation. Mira's fingers weren't as much of a stretch as Rumi's, but they were longer, and it took her even less time to curl them upwards and drag them along the most sensitive parts of her. Zoey rolled her hips with a whine and, instead of using it to hold her still like she expected, Mira's other hand shot up to her throat, fingers resting loosely over the sides of her neck, just enough pressure to be a threat. She dropped her head back onto Mira's shoulder with a moan that even she knew sounded pathetic.
Mira set a different pace to Rumi—faster and harder to make up for the worse angle—and Zoey was helpless but to squirm against her, the hand around her neck keeping her pinned just as surely as it would've had it been on her hip. She clawed at the bedsheets and Mira slid her hand towards her collarbone to stop Zoey from choking herself with the way she arched into the touch—something she'd be grateful for when her horny brain wasn't the one in charge.
"Close- I- f-fuck-…" Zoey gasped out.
Mira had the audacity to hum approvingly and give a single more thrust of her fingers—a test of Zoey's willpower, maybe—before she pulled out.
Zoey took a few shaky breaths, trying to clear the encroaching fog from her mind, then tilted her head forwards. She hadn't felt Rumi getting back on the bed, but now she was sat in front of her with a wand in hand, rolling it in her palm idly.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Rumi asked.
Zoey huffed. "…Three."
Rumi smiled, then leaned forwards and pressed her lips to Zoey's. It was a chaste, sweet sort of kiss, and entirely unexpected.
"You're doing really well," she said as she sat back.
Zoey laughed breathlessly. "Told you I can handle it. Give me your worst."
Her brain kicked at the inside of her skull and told her to shut the fuck up, but she didn't get here by listening to her brain and she wasn't going to start now.
Rumi pressed the head of the wand to Zoey's thigh and her muscles twitched in response. Mira, apparently not one to sit idle for too long, slid her hand down from her collarbone to her breast, pinching her nipple hard enough to make Zoey gasp and then soothing it with the pad of her thumb. Rumi's eyes flicked up to Zoey's, glinting with mischief, and then she pressed the wand to Zoey's clit and turned it onto the lowest setting.
Zoey jolted at the sudden vibration, but before she could get used to how fucking good it felt Rumi increased the speed by several stages. Zoey slammed her head back into Mira's shoulder with a surprised, "Oh, fff-uck", ending with a long, high moan. Her hand shot up to Mira's forearm, digging her nails in without thinking, but if Mira's sharp exhale was anything to judge by she didn't exactly mind.
The pleasure snuck up on her fast, pulling tightly inside of her, so close to snapping, so close to cresting, so close, so fucking close-
She opened her mouth to warn them and said, "Fuck- fuckfuckfuck-"
Which was good enough, really, all things considered.
Rumi lifted the toy away from her and Zoey's hips followed as best she could, then slumped back against Mira. Her clit throbbed, sensitive from the denial. She gulped down a few breaths, waiting for her heartbeat to slow down just enough to stop thundering in her ears.
"F-four," Zoey panted.
"Half way there," Mira said, pressing a kiss to her jaw, then to her neck.
She was feeling foggy around the edges, now, her brain flagging heavily behind her body and threatening to settle into something very warm and soft. She wanted to give into it—and she would, eventually—but more importantly she wanted to surprise them with her stamina. She wanted them to praise her willpower. She wanted to push and push and push and for them to keep pushing back, to keep up with her, to be an unstoppable force to her immovable object.
She wanted them to be impressed by her.
"Sure you don't-… don't want to go for ten?" Zoey said as she caught her breath.
Rumi's eyebrows shot up and she let out a surprised laugh. Mira let out a matching one, hot against her neck.
"I'll be surprised if you make it to six, to be honest," Mira teased.
"Oh, fuck you," Zoey said with another breathless laugh. She felt Mira's chuckle through her back as much as she heard it.
"She'll be fucking you, actually," Rumi said, "…If you're well behaved."
"Maybe she hasn't earned it yet either- fuck- god-"
Rumi pressed the wand back to Zoey's clit, robbing her of her ability to form words. The only sounds that fell from her mouth were a series of whines and moans and attempts at the word fuck.
This time she didn't even need to warn them. Rumi lifted the wand away half a second before Zoey started to speak. It made her feel even more helpless—she couldn't keep her mouth shut and steal an orgasm now even if she wanted to—and that, in turn, pulled the fog into her mind like inhaled smoke. She tried to push it away with her exhale.
"Five."
"No shame in giving up, you know," Rumi said sweetly, lowering the wand towards Zoey's clit, close enough that she was sure she could feel the vibration but not close enough to actually touch. She twitched in anticipation.
She didn't trust herself to speak anymore, so she shook her head stubbornly instead. Mira hummed her approval, sliding her arm up across Zoey's chest and other around her waist, almost like a hug.
A malicious hug. A very evil hug designed to hold her in place. She felt the heat of her breath against her neck as Mira said, "Good. I haven't had my turn yet."
Zoey didn't even try to suppress the shiver that ran through her at the threat—the promise.
The wand was on her clit again and she jerked into the sensation, tightening her grip on Mira's forearm, scratching at her without meaning to. Mira groaned, a low, surprised sound that went straight to Zoey's cunt and pushed her several stages closer to the edge—where she was left, of course.
Tears of frustration pricked in the backs of her eyes. She hissed out the word "Six," out of spite alone.
"Two more," Rumi said, and, god, it was almost encouraging, except even through the haze of her need she could see the way Rumi's eyes were nearly black with want.
Zoey took a deep breath. "Keep… keep going."
Rumi exhaled a short, surprised laugh, and Zoey let the sound fill her chest.
"You really are something, hm?" Mira murmured as she mouthed down Zoey's neck. As sensitive as she was now, each tiny brush of her lips sent shivers shooting up and down her spine, and she tilted her head to give her better access on instinct. Zoey yelped as Mira took advantage by nipping at the crook of her neck, as if reminding her to stay focused, and then the wand was on her clit again. She couldn't hold back the moan that tore through her.
And just as she got close, Rumi stopped. Zoey squirmed uselessly in Mira's lap and Mira tightened her hold, shushing her gently.
"Rumi, I forgot," Mira crooned, "Was that five? Six?"
"Fuck," Zoey whined.
"Mmh. I think five," Rumi said thoughtfully.
"Seven! It was seven," Zoey said in a rush, because she was not going to survive them starting over.
Rumi reached up and rubbed her thumb over Zoey's cheek gently, wiping away a tear that had slid free without her notice. "You're doing so well."
The praise sank into Zoey's bones and she leaned into Rumi's hand without thinking, shutting her eyes and letting the warmth of her palm soothe her and gently lead her away from the fog.
With her eyes closed she didn't get any warning before the wand was back against her and the hand was gone. She tried to roll her hips into it, as if she thought Mira might've let her. The tension inside of her stretched out and pulled taught, each shuddering exhale capped with a moan or a whine as she climbed, close, close, close-
When Rumi stopped this time Zoey let out a laugh so relieved it bordered on a sob. "Eight, fuck, I-… I told you I could do it."
She wasn't sure what she expected, but she expected something. Something other than Mira drawing small, idle patterns against her hip bone with the pads of her fingers and Rumi's soft pants in the deafening silence after the wand was turned off, as if she'd been the one being edged.
She opened her eyes and did not like what she saw. Well, no, she did, because what she saw was Rumi tilting her head like a puppy, but she didn't like that it meant she was considering something.
"What're you thinking?" Mira asked.
Rumi hummed. Zoey squirmed. Mira tightened her hold.
"It's just that…" Rumi started, "She said she could take ten."
Zoey's eyes widened. She had to swallow before she could get the words out of her mouth. "Wait- what? You said eight!"
Mira laughed, delighted. "And people say I'm the mean one."
"I'm not being mean!" Rumi protested, then, with a sly little smile, "I'm just giving her what she asked for."
She was going to change that epitaph to: Here lies Zoey. Edged into oblivion because she couldn't shut up.
"Keep counting," Mira warned.
The wand buzzed back to life in Rumi's hand. Instead of pressing it directly to Zoey's clit again she traced it along her inner thigh, and somehow that wasn't any better. The anticipation of it, of knowing what was coming—once again, not her—made her legs tremble. Rumi leaned forwards and gave Zoey another sweet kiss.
And then she pressed the wand back to her clit and Zoey let out a keening whine, head snapping back to Mira's shoulder again. Rumi dipped her head down to mouth at the side of Zoey's neck—the side Mira wasn't currently pressing her lips to—and she could feel their smiles against her.
"You make such pretty sounds," Rumi murmured, thick and sweet like honey, "I want to keep hearing them."
She didn't know if they were observant or if her praise kink was just that obvious, but they had her figured out. The words alone made her whine again, the arousal inside her thrumming along to her rapid heartbeat. The heat of their lips and tongues, the graze of their teeth, the fucking vibrations, all coiled together inside of her. It was too much, and it sent her straight to the edge.
"M'close- I-…"
And Rumi stopped. Zoey whined at that, too, but this time she didn't make them prompt her.
"…N-nine."
It could've been an act of pity or an act of cruelty for Rumi to start again before she'd had a chance to catch her breath. One the one hand, she wouldn't have to wait much longer. On the other, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
Both were very compelling arguments to her sluggish brain.
It wasn't so much that the sensation crept up on her and more that she'd walked directly into it, like a rake in an old cartoon. She flailed against Mira and made a choked sound somewhere in her throat in her urgency to warn them, because, oh fuck, she was definitely about to come, there was no way-
Rumi flicked the wand off and tossed it somewhere else onto the bed with a soft thump that echoed in Zoey's brain. Her skin continued to buzz anyway, except for in the places where she was in contact with the warm, steady body behind her.
"Count," Mira ordered, even as her hold loosened and she started to rub Zoey's arm soothingly.
"Ten- ten. I- fuck-… holy shit-…"
Rumi reached up to push a loose strand of hair back from Zoey's forehead, then trailed her hand down to stroke her cheek. "You did so well, you were so good for us."
The praise calmed her just as much as the touching did. Her clit still throbbed, agonisingly sensitive from the denial.
"Can I… god, please let me come now," Zoey whined breathlessly.
Mira rested her chin on her shoulder again. "We could, but… Rumi is looking a little needy, don't you think?"
Zoey wanted to bite back that she was needy, but she saw that trap right before she walked into it and swerved to the side. Instead, she looked at Rumi. Now that'd had a few seconds to actually breathe she could see more clearly and, wow, Rumi was wrecked. Her hand was trembling against Zoey's face, pupils blown out, and when Zoey trailed her eyes down from her face she could see that Rumi was rubbing her thighs together. Rumi looked between the two of them.
"What-…" Zoey tried, but her throat was suddenly very dry. Molten heat flooded her, alongside something quieter, like a sense of pride—or being wanted, maybe.
"Want a taste?" Mira asked.
The image of Mira's hand, slick with Rumi, crashed into the forefront of Zoey's brain.
Rumi's eyes widened. She let go of Zoey and sat back on her haunches, hands immediately on the tie of her robe, running her thumbs over the soft fabric, and Zoey's own needs were suddenly slammed to the wayside, strong-armed away by her perpetual desire to put her mouth on pretty girls in whatever way they wanted. She nodded frantically and Mira laughed, not unkindly.
"Do you want a break first?" Rumi asked, though with the way she was fidgeting Zoey got the idea she wanted the answer to be no—which was fine, because that was the answer she was going to give anyway.
"No I- please," Zoey said, a touch more pathetic than she'd intended.
Rumi shuffled across the bed to sit next to them against the headboard and Zoey tried to follow but her legs gave out the second she put any weight on them. Mira and Rumi both laughed, and Zoey found herself giggling as well as Mira caught her arm and eased her down the bed until she was sat between Rumi's thighs.
"Easy, Bambi," Mira said.
It really shouldn't have had the effect it did, but whatever, Mira's voice was unfairly hot.
"Something wrong?" Rumi teased.
"You try being edged like that," Zoey pouted.
Instead of laughing like she expected, Rumi tilted her head curiously. "What makes you think I haven't?"
It shouldn't have been a surprise—Mira had said she liked waiting—but Zoey still paused at the concept. Or maybe she was just unbelievably turned on by the idea of Rumi writhing and whimpering like she'd just been.
Given the way her clit throbbed, probably that second one.
Never one to wait, she reached forwards to untie her robe. She was stopped by Rumi's hands on her jaw, gently pulling her up and into a kiss. Zoey rested her hands on Rumi's hips instead, letting herself sink into it. She felt Mira shifting, a gentle kiss pressed to the top of her spine, and then the dip of the bed as Mira climbed out of it.
When they broke apart Zoey felt breathless for a different reason. It hadn't even been an intense kiss, just… kind, like a reassurance. Rumi smiled at her as she let her hands fall away from her face, and Zoey watched the path they trailed down her body, watched her fingers move over the tie of the robe, and then watched, dry-mouthed, as the robe fell open.
Rumi really was beautiful.
The sudden stillness beneath her made her pause. She glanced up at Rumi's face and saw that she was blushing.
"Thank you," Rumi said, so softly she nearly missed it.
Oh. She'd said it out loud. That was why she was looking at her. Zoey swallowed and put on her best cheeky grin, shooting Rumi a wink before she dipped her head down to nose at the crook of her neck, inhaling her fading perfume, lips grazing her skin-
Mira's text flashed through her mind.
"Can I-…" she paused and swallowed, "Rumi, can I touch you?"
Rumi's response came out in a rush of air. "Yes."
Zoey kissed down her throat, her sternum, over her stomach. Rumi's breath caught, and if she hadn't been so mindlessly horny she'd have taken her time, but she was mindlessly horny and nobody could blame her for it. Instead she pushed herself down to lie between Rumi's thighs. She glanced over as Mira sat back on the bed, and the sight of her stole Zoey's breath away.
Mira must have been some sort of model, or if she wasn't she should've been.
Her robe was open now, and she could see that where Rumi was strong, Mira was lithe, narrow where she was broad, sharp where she softened. She could picture how they slotted together in their daily life, not a matching pair but the perfect complement to one another.
She'd tossed her hair over her shoulder, and the low lights of the lamps bounced off the curve of her neck as she tilted her head to the side, eyes on her lap, because she was currently slotting a dildo—an average size, which was good, because while Zoey could take bigger she wasn't sure she could do that right now—into the o-ring of the harness she was wearing.
Zoey was abruptly reminded of the fact that she had not yet had an orgasm. Her pulse thrummed in her core. Mira glanced over at her and laughed.
"The longer you make her wait the longer you have to wait," Mira mused as she rolled a condom down over the toy.
Zoey blinked slowly, and then Rumi cupped her jaw and gently turned her head to face her.
"Still with us, Zoey?" Rumi asked sweetly.
Oh, right. Very unlike her to forget what she was doing when 'what she was doing' was one of the most attractive people she'd ever seen, but in her defense the other most attractive person she'd ever seen was currently wearing a strap-on and watching with a smirk that felt like a warning. She nodded rapidly.
"I think I like you more like this," Mira said, "Obedient. Quiet."
It sparked against the fragments of Zoey's dignity—fragments she honestly didn't know she still had, but tonight was a night of learning new things she supposed—and she scoffed.
"Was just catching my breath," Zoey mumbled, glancing back over at Mira.
Mira's mean little smile told her she'd walked right into a trap. The press of Rumi's fingers against her jaw told her that was a problem for future Zoey, because this Zoey had pussy to eat.
She looked up through her eyelashes at Rumi and, encouraged by the way Rumi's breath stuttered as she retracted her hand, held that eye-contact as she dragged her tongue through her folds slowly. Any plan she had to tease was thrown out the window immediately because Mira was not lying, Rumi tasted incredible, sharp and tangy and heady on her tongue. Zoey closed her eyes and lapped at her, up her folds and over her clit, drawing out small gasps and moans that sounded exactly as good as Zoey had imagined.
She pushed her tongue inside of her entrance, tensing the muscle, dragging it against her inner walls, and Rumi responded by grasping the back of Zoey's head, fingers clumsily pulling her hair free from her buns so she could take a handful. Zoey let out an involuntary moan at the sting of it, and Rumi must have felt it because she arched her back and let out a low, long moan.
"Fuck, oh my god-…" Rumi whined as Zoey pushed her tongue in as far as she could before withdrawing entirely to lap at her clit.
Flames licked at Zoey's core, still full of molten heat and unfed desire, and her hips twitched in response, canting into the bed in an attempt to get some relief for her own swollen clit.
Mira hummed. "Look at that," she mused, "Humping the bed like a dog."
The shame of the words made the heat inside of her unbearable. She knew it was pathetic, but she couldn't help the way it made her whine. She wasn't sure if it was that or her tongue that made Rumi whine as well.
"Don't- ah- don't stop-" Rumi was saying, which was fucking hypocritical of her, if Zoey gave herself a second to think about it. In a good and just world she'd have stopped just out of spite, but just as she considered it Mira's hand landed heavily between her shoulder blades, pinning her torso to the bed as she manhandled her onto her knees with her other hand. Zoey didn't fight it. Whatever Mira was doing didn't matter, not right now, not when she could taste how close Rumi was getting.
"You don't get to come until she does," Mira said, trailing her fingers lightly along Zoey's spine.
Zoey shuddered and redoubled her efforts, wrapping her lips around Rumi's clit and sucking. Rumi keened above her, legs trembling, and, fuck, Zoey's legs were trembling, too. Nobody should be allowed to look and taste and sound like that all at once. It was the best kind of overwhelming.
"You're making her feel so good. Can you feel how close she is?" Mira continued, apparently taking over for Rumi's talking while she was so indisposed.
Zoey couldn't respond either, and she thought a thumbs up might be an inappropriate response. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Rumi's thighs and felt the trembling through her palms.
"So good, so- so pretty-" Rumi moaned.
Zoey whimpered at the praise. She felt the words like they'd been spoken against her directly. She could feel Rumi tensing beneath her and her own clit, exposed in the position she was in and woefully untouched, throbbed in response. Heat built inside of her. She clenched around nothing, and-
Oh. Oh fuck.
She was going to come.
She tried to focus her attention back on Rumi, but the sounds she was making and the way she tasted only made the thread pull tighter. Oh, fuck.
"Good girl, Zoey," Mira murmured, low and rough and closer than she expected.
The tension snapped. Zoey moaned against Rumi, doing her best to keep her tongue steadily against her as she shook through her orgasm. Her completely untouched orgasm. Rumi must have noticed, because she tumbled after her seconds later with a gasping, high moan, grip tightening in Zoey's hair and holding her in place as her hips bucked and twitched against her face, spreading slick over her mouth and chin.
They both shook through the aftershocks of it. Rumi's hand loosened when she slumped back against the bed, satisfied. Unlike Zoey, who felt humiliated.
Which did nothing at all to sate the fire that was still burning inside of her.
Mira pulled Zoey back onto her haunches gently, running her fingers through her hair as if to soothe where Rumi had pulled.
"Poor thing," Mira cooed, and Zoey shivered, "Did we tease you too hard? We weren't even touching you," and, when Zoey didn't respond, "I guess I don't need to fuck you, since you already came."
Whatever was left of Zoey's dignity was gone now, shattered against the floor and kicked out of her reach for good measure, so she didn't even try to hold back.
"Please, please, don't- I need- please-" Zoey whined pathetically.
Mira laughed, a little kinder than it was cruel. Zoey hadn't noticed her holding a glass of water, but it was pressed into Zoey's shaking hands.
"I know, I know," Mira said, "But drink some water first."
Zoey took an obedient sip and watched as Mira moved to help Rumi sit upright—it wasn't needed, but Zoey got the feeling Mira liked to help anyway.
The brief break gave Zoey a little bit of time to calm down and pull herself together, though her head still felt light and floaty.
Mira took the glass from her when she stopped sipping at it and put it on the bedside table, swapping it for a bottle of lube, then sat back against the headboard of the bed and applied a much larger amount than was needed to the toy, then looked at Zoey expectantly.
It took Rumi giggling breathlessly and saying, "Zoey, she wants you to ride her," for Zoey to understand what was happening. Her brain lagging so hard behind her body wasn't her fault, really. Neither was how unfairly horny she was, so she couldn't be blamed for how she scrambled up the bed, throwing a leg over Mira's hips and positioning herself above the toy.
Mira laughed meanly at her anyway.
Zoey shuddered at the sensation of the dildo against her entrance, but before she could press down on it Mira's hands appeared at her hips, steadying her and holding her up. Zoey peered at her face.
"What's the rush?" Mira teased.
What Zoey meant to say was something bratty and snarky, but what she actually said was, "Please."
Rumi rested her head against Mira's shoulder and looked up at Zoey, expression still soft and pleased in her post-orgasm haze. Zoey felt a stab of jealousy, but Mira's grip on her hips forced her to lower down slowly, giving her time to adjust to the stretch. Zoey's hand shot out to Mira's other shoulder to steady herself, taking deep breaths that shuddered at the end as she slid down the toy until she was finally sat flush on Mira's lap.
She moaned at the sensation of fullness, walls clenching down greedily on the toy.
Mira didn't move.
Maybe she was just being cautious. Zoey gave a roll of her hips to try and prompt her, but the hands on her hips tightened and held her firmly in place.
And then Rumi picked up the remote from the bedside table and turned the TV on.
"Wh… what?" Zoey asked, though she had a horrible idea that she knew exactly what was about to happen.
Rumi smiled innocently, as if she had nothing to do with any of it, so she looked back to Mira instead.
"I told you not to come before Rumi did, but you just couldn't help yourself," Mira said mildly, "So you're going to sit your pretty ass here, on my strap, and Rumi and I are going to watch some TV."
"No, nono- but- I- you already- fuck-" Zoey babbled.
"Hey," Mira said as she cupped Zoey's jaw, but then she added, softer, "Colour?"
Zoey took a breath before responding, "Green."
Mira pulled her into a gentle kiss and murmured, "Good girl. I promise it'll be worth it."
And then she pushed Zoey's head towards her shoulder. It took her a second to realise she was being moved out the way of the TV, which was rude, but she supposed that was the point. She rested her forehead against Mira's shoulder and breathed in deeply, closing her eyes—since she couldn't see the TV anyway, which was also rude, but whatever—and focusing on controlling herself.
It felt strange, having something in her that wasn't moving. It took her a minute or so to get used to it, but she found she didn't hate it. With the amount of lubrication—both hers and what Mira had applied, and, oh, the amount made sense now—it didn't feel as uncomfortable as she expected, and leaning forward into Mira's neck was… intimate. More intimate than she expected it to feel.
The TV volume was low, but she could still make out parts of it. She wasn't sure what show it was, but the occasional canned laughter told her it was probably a sitcom. She twitched when Mira started drawing idle patterns on her hip with her thumb, but it was nice—soothing, even—and she found herself relaxing into the touch, just a little, despite how badly she wanted to fuck herself on Mira's strap.
She didn't have a concept of the passage of time like this, so she didn't know how long it was before a joke on the TV reached her through the cotton settling in her mind and she let out a laugh before she could stop herself.
She froze. Oh, she was definitely not supposed to be paying any attention to the TV. A flicker of anxiety sparked inside her, because what if they thought it was disrespectful? Not playfully disrespectful, but actually disrespectful. Or what if they thought it was weird, or-
Rumi put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her upright so she could peer at her.
"Did you just-… did you just laugh at that?" Rumi asked.
"I-… uh…" Zoey tried.
Then Rumi smiled and shook her head in amused disbelief.
"It wasn't even a good joke," Mira said, but when Zoey looked at her she saw that Mira was smiling too and the anxiety fizzled out before it could start any fires in her brain.
"It was-… it was funny," Zoey said, a little strained, and a little defensive.
"You're adorable," Rumi giggled.
Zoey blinked slowly, then tucked her head back against Mira's neck. She didn't think she'd have had a smart response to that even if she hadn't been sitting on a strap.
Mira returned to drawing patterns on her hip. "Good girl. Told you I liked you better quiet."
Maybe if Mira had said that earlier she'd have whined, but that tiny little break of character had pulled Zoey out from the fog she'd started to settle into. She wasn't complaining. The opposite, really, because the anxiety vacating left room for Zoey's most powerful desire of all—the desire to be just a little bit mischievous.
She twitched her hips, a movement slight enough that it could've been mistaken for her just adjusting herself. When it didn't get a reaction, she did it again, slower, more deliberate, a roll of her hips instead of a twitch. Mira's thumb paused its movements on her hip.
The text message flashed in her mind again.
She wasn't technically touching Mira, but…
"Is… um. Is that… fine?" Zoey asked. She could feel Rumi looking at her, and she found herself continuing. "Does this count as touching, or…"
A beat.
Mira chuckled. "No, you can-… green."
Zoey exhaled in relief—she wanted to push their buttons, not their boundaries.
Her brain helpfully pointed out the word choice. Green. Confirmation Mira wasn't uncomfortable, but notably not permission to do it. Still, she didn't want to be too predictable. She waited for what felt like a handful of minutes but could've been a handful of seconds before rolling her hips again.
Mira's grip on her hip tightened. "You are cheeky, aren't you?"
Instead of answering, Zoey raised her hips as far as she could—which was only a fraction, considering Mira's grip on her—and pressed back down. The tiny motion felt better than it had any right to, and the whine that slipped past Zoey's lips was genuine.
Mira grabbed her shoulders and pushed her upright. "I'm starting to think you like being punished."
Zoey shrugged as best she could. In her periphery she saw Rumi climb off the bed.
"Maybe you don't want to get fucked at all, hm?" Mira continued.
An hour ago she might have brushed the threat off, but after tonight… fuck, maybe they would just leave her like this.
New epitaph time. Here lies Zoey. Woefully unfucked.
Her fear must have shown on her face, because Mira tilted her head and smirked. "I don't think you deserve it, really."
She tried to scramble for what little pride she might have left and came back empty-handed.
"I…" Zoey tried, but she really had no rebuttal. Not this time.
She was saved from whatever pathetic thing she would've said by Rumi roughly taking both of her wrists and pulling them behind her back. Zoey yelped in surprise, and then something silky and light blue was dangled in front of her.
"Mind if I use this?" Rumi asked, almost casually. Zoey squinted at the fabric for a second, and then recognition bloomed. She'd put her neckerchief in her jacket pocket. Rumi must have seen it at some point in the night.
She should've said no. She had to wear it for work. But… well, it was only going on her wrists, presumably, and she could get a replacement if she needed one, and actually, the idea was starting to sound very appealing. It was a different kind of humiliation, but it sparked low in her abdomen all the same.
"Yeah. Uh. Green." Zoey said. The colour really wasn't necessary, but if there were any more delays she was going to start screaming.
Rumi hummed, pleased, before tying the neckerchief around Zoey's wrists. The fabric was cool and almost soothing against her hot and sticky skin.
"Does that feel okay?" Rumi asked.
Zoey nodded. "Yeah, s'fine."
"Good," Rumi said. She put a hand between Zoey's shoulder blades and gently pushed her forwards onto Mira again.
Unable to move even if she wanted to, and unable to see anything other than Mira, Zoey had no choice but to sit still and just let herself feel. Feel how full she was, feel the steady rise and fall of Mira's chest, the pattering of her heartbeat, the heat of her skin and the fabric of her robe, the gentle movements of her thumb. She could feel Rumi, too, through the way Mira leaned towards her, melting where they touched, perceptible only because of the proximity.
The TV droned in the background, but the words weren't really getting through to her anymore—the fog around her mind was thickening, and she was crawling into it and curling up happily.
Mira and Rumi were talking too, she realised.
"That's better, don't you think?" Mira asked.
Rumi hummed. "She's cute like this."
Mira snorted. The movement jostled Zoey and she was suddenly very aware that Mira was inside her, and that she felt even more full than she had before, a stretch that had crept up on her and bordered on uncomfortable. She whined into Mira's shoulder, a sound that was entirely ignored by them.
"You thought she was cute when she was being a brat, too," Mira mused.
Rumi giggled. "She was. Don't you agree?"
Mira made a sound that Zoey couldn't parse, but it made Rumi giggle again.
She had no concept of the passage of time, but she knew it had passed because suddenly she was being jostled, strong hands under her thighs lifting her slightly. She clenched down around the dildo and whined, the sensation of movement sending little shocks of pleasure through her.
"Oh, you're fine," Mira chided, the words vibrating through Zoey where their chests met.
A hand brushed her clit and Zoey jolted, clenching around the toy again and letting out a shuddering moan. Zoey cracked open an eye to peer down at the hand. It took her a few seconds to realise Mira was applying more lubricant to the base of the dildo, up to the point where it met Zoey, and then she was being lowered back down.
She must have made another sound because Rumi shushed her kindly. "It's okay, just keeping you comfortable."
Zoey nodded, though it wasn't really a question. She wasn't sure if it was just to spread the lube further up the toy or if it was to tease, but Mira thrust into her gently. In normal circumstances Zoey would've complained, but in these circumstances even that slow movement felt good enough that she moaned again, hands clawing at nothing behind her and straining weakly against the neckerchief.
"Does that feel good?" Mira asked.
Zoey nodded again. She tried to tell her it did, but the words slurred together and came out as something closer to "s'nice", which was close enough.
"Imagine how good it'll feel when I actually fuck you, then," Mira continued.
Zoey shuddered. She wanted it—no, needed it. She needed to feel Mira fucking her into the mattress. She didn't care how she did it, whatever it was would be enough. She tried to roll her hips, but she couldn't get any leverage and her legs felt too weak to be any use.
"Please… I-… jus'-…" Zoey tried.
"Just a little longer, sweet girl," Rumi cooed, "Keep being good for us."
Zoey whined pitifully, but she stopped trying to move. She was good. She could carry on being good.
Sound continued to flow from the TV. It was almost peaceful, except Zoey's walls kept spasming, clenching and relaxing around the dildo, making her gasp into Mira's shoulder.
After an eternity the TV was turned off, and Zoey let out a sound close to a sob when she registered the loss of what had become white noise.
Hands were on her thighs again, lifting her up slowly as her cunt clenched down as hard as it could around the dildo, protesting the removal. It bordered on painful, but Zoey had never minded pain. She wriggled, trying to push herself back down on the toy, and Mira laughed.
"Release me, c'mon. I can't fuck you properly like this," Mira said.
She felt Rumi's laugh in the way her arms shook around her—because it was Rumi lifting her up, now that Zoey thought about it—as she spoke, "Release me, Mira?"
Mira snorted and, look, it was funny, it was, and in any other circumstance Zoey would've laughed too, but now she'd been lifted off the dildo, and she was empty, she wanted it back, and if someone didn't fuck her right now-
"Jus' fuck me, please," Zoey whined. She hadn't meant to say it out loud, but whatever.
Mira's hands were on her now, too, manoeuvring her onto her knees while Rumi lowered her shoulders to the bed, pausing to tilt her jaw to the side so that she could breath as her face was pushed into the mattress.
Rumi's face appeared in her field of view as she lay down next to her, propping herself up by her elbow and brushing some of the hair stuck to Zoey's face behind her ear with the other.
"Can you snap your fingers three times for me?" Rumi asked. Zoey blinked slowly. It took a second for her to get her hands to cooperate, but then she snapped her fingers thrice behind her back. "Good girl. Snap once for green, twice for yellow, three times for red. Is that okay?"
"S'fine," Zoey mumbled, muffled slightly by the mattress. Then, just to prove she really had understood, she snapped her fingers once. Rumi smiled, leaning down to kiss the tip of her nose sweetly. Zoey wrinkled her nose on instinct and Rumi giggled in response.
The bed dipped behind her and she felt Mira's warm hands land on her hips, squeezing gently, and then one hand slid up to the space between her shoulder blades—lifting off her only to move over her still tied hands—and pushed down firmly. Rumi watched her, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. It took a second for it to click, but Zoey realised Rumi looked excited.
A small part of Zoey's brain gave a giddy little 'oh no'.
She gave a frankly pathetic wiggle of her hips and suddenly the gentle warmth of Mira's hand was replaced with nails digging into her skin. Zoey whined at the sudden pain, and then the strap was being pushed back into her and her whine morphed into a long, low moan.
If she thought Mira was planning to start slow, she was the wrongest she'd ever been. Mira pulled her hips back until only the tip remained inside of her and then slammed forwards, hard enough to punch the air out of Zoey's lungs in a surprised yelp and push her further into the mattress.
She set a brutal pace, leaning over Zoey's back to keep her still as she just took her. Each snap of her hips sent all of the pleasure that had been building in her core sprawling around the rest of her body, spilling out of her in broken gasps and keening moans and in the way her hands grasped desperately at nothing.
Rumi brushed tears from Zoey's face with the backs of her knuckles, so soft and gentle that it made her head spin. She knew she was making a mess of the bed, making too many sounds to be able to fully close her mouth, but that concern was so far from her mind right now. All she could think about, all she wanted to think about, was how fucking good Mira felt.
She tried to tell her—because everyone liked to be complimented—but speaking wasn't possible anymore.
For her.
"Got nothing to say now, hm?" Mira grunted, panting with the effort of how hard she was fucking her.
"Don't be mean, Mira. Look at how well she's taking you," Rumi said softly, though she was breathless as well, pupils dilated and lips parted. It trickled through Zoey's mind and pooled deep within her—Rumi was enjoying watching her get fucked like this.
Mira slowed down slightly and Zoey couldn't stop herself from babbling, so drunk on pleasure that her words slurred, "Nononono- don't-… please don't-… need it, I- fuck- need-…"
But she'd only been adjusting, because the next time she slammed her hips against Zoey's she hit the spot inside her that filled her vision with stars, and Zoey wailed. She hit it again, and again, relentless and precise, pushing Zoey closer to the edge each time, pulling her over ledges that she'd thought to be peaks, pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Rumi was speaking, but all she could make out was the occasional 'good girl' and 'so pretty', and that was enough. That was plenty.
She tried to push her hips back into it because if Mira stopped this time she'd lose her fucking mind, she couldn't, not when she was so close, so fucking close, so-… so-…
All the pleasure coiled, pulled taut, and then snapped.
She came with keening moan that tripped over and fell into a relieved sob, and if Mira hadn't been holding her hip she'd have collapsed onto the bed, but Mira's hand was on her hip. Because Mira wasn't stopping. She didn't even slow down.
The pleasure soured, turning into pain. It was overwhelming, it was too much, she couldn't-…
She realised she was speaking.
"Too much- too- I can't- I can't-" Zoey wailed between heaving breaths. She looked to Rumi, as if she might help.
Rumi stroked her face again, a gesture so kind that it ended up being mocking. "You can give her another, can't you?"
"She'll give me another either way," Mira said sharply, though the hand on her hip softened, no longer holding her in place but instead sliding forward slightly to support her.
Now each thrust pushed a sob of out her, another attempt at telling them it was too much, and then the pain was stumbling back into pleasure, toppling over itself and amplifying both feelings until she was coming again, less intense than the first but making her cry out all the same.
Gradually, mercifully, Mira slowed down, and then she stopped. The only sounds were their harsh, panting breaths and Zoey's soft hiccups as her entire body trembled through the aftershocks—at least, those were the only sounds Zoey was aware of, since her mind had vacated her body completely and left it to its own devices while it curled up under layers of fog and cotton and silk, comfortable and warm, floating somewhere far away.
She only knew Mira had pulled out because movement made her oversensitive body twitch. A pressure was released from her wrists, and then she was being moved, cradled in warmth. She was distantly aware that her legs were still shaking, but now her body was catching up with her brain in the comfort department.
Something damp touched her face and she pulled away with a weak giggle.
Someone tutted, then spoke warmly, "I'm just cleaning you up, messy thing."
Mira, her brain supplied. Zoey hummed and stopped wriggling, letting Mira stroke her face with a washcloth. She hadn't realised it was uncomfortable, but she realised now how much better she felt with the sweat and tears and come being wiped away and sighed contentedly.
"You okay?" Mira asked. She waited for Zoey to nod before she continued. "You got Rumi all worked up. You just stay there and watch, yeah?"
Zoey furrowed her brow. She wasn't really sure what she was supposed to be watching, but Mira was gone from her vision so she looked over to Rumi anyway.
Oh. Rumi was wrecked. She looked as wrecked as she did after she'd finished edging Zoey, thighs pressed together tightly and shifting as she tried to get some kind of relief. Which, honestly, served her right. Still, Rumi offered her a knowing grin. Zoey giggled again, which maybe wasn't the appropriate response, but Rumi didn't seem to mind.
Mira climbed back onto the bed, harness still in place, but the condom had been removed now. Zoey rolled onto her side fully, much more interested now that she knew what she was being offered, and watched Mira slot herself between Rumi's thighs.
Rumi canted her hips up and Mira snorted.
"You're as bad as she is," Mira chided.
"Mira…" Rumi whined, and then, softer, "Please."
Mira hummed as if she was considering it, but before Rumi could plead again she lined herself up and pushed the strap in slowly, so instead she tilted her head back and exhaled a soft moan.
Heat sparked lazily in Zoey's core at the sight, at the sound, but her body was too exhausted to play along.
When Mira bottomed out she braced her hands either side of Rumi's head and paused, holding perfectly still until Rumi nodded. As soon as Mira was given permission she pulled out, then thrust back in, slow at first, almost gentle, but when Rumi's moans increased in pitch Mira's thrusts sped up to match until she was fucking Rumi nearly as hard as she'd fucked Zoey.
Rumi clearly enjoyed it, hands flying up to hold Mira's back, nails scrambling against her skin, scratching along her shoulders, and, god, she was gorgeous. They both were. Zoey's hands twitched against the bedsheets and suddenly she was speaking before she could think any better of it.
"Can I-…" Zoey started, voice rough. Mira slowed down and looked at her, expression open and curious.
"You can tell us what you want," Mira said, completely bereft of judgement, or any of the sharpness she'd spoken with just moments ago.
Zoey swallowed, suddenly more nervous than she had been all night, but…
"…Can I help?" Zoey asked.
Mira blinked slowly, then looked at Rumi. But Rumi was looking at Zoey with an expression so intense it startled her, something deep and wanting and molten.
"Please," Rumi panted, dropping her arm from Mira's back and reaching up behind her head instead.
Mira stopped entirely and Rumi whined, but Mira wasn't any more merciful with Rumi than she had been with Zoey. Instead of responding to the sound she gestured with a jerk of her chin. "Here, then."
Zoey crawled over to them, a little unsteady still, as Mira moved her arm to make room for her to slot herself against Rumi's side. She hadn't been cold, exactly, but now she felt significantly warmer. She moved her hand slowly, watching Rumi's face in case somehow this crossed a boundary, but Rumi only watched her with the same expression she had earlier—wanting.
So Zoey continued. She trailed her fingers down Rumi's stomach and circled her clit, gently at first, but with more confidence when Rumi slumped back against the bed and exhaled shakily.
And then Mira started moving again, increasing her pace more slowly this time, watching Zoey's hand and moving just a fraction faster than her. When Mira's eyes flicked up to Zoey's face she realised she was giving her an instruction, telling her with the curve of her smile and the roll of her hips to keep up.
Zoey did. She moved her fingers faster, faster, until her and Mira had matched their pace and Rumi was gasping and moaning, back arching into the contact. Zoey looked away from Mira to watch Rumi's face, at the way her eyes fluttered closed and her brows pulled together lightly.
"Kiss her," Mira ordered, and then, softer, "If you want."
Not an order, then. She was eager to follow anyway, and, apparently, so was Rumi, because the moment Zoey leaned up, Rumi's lips crashed into hers. She dropped the hand that had been clawing at the bedsheets above her dropped down to grasp the back of Zoey's neck instead. It was a wet, messy kiss, open mouthed and broken by Rumi's gasping moans. Zoey tried to swallow them down as best she could, savouring the taste of her pleasure.
When Rumi came it was with a choking gasp, nearly silent in comparison to the sounds she'd been making in the seconds before it. Zoey slowed her movements down and so did Mira, both of them working together to ease her through the aftershocks. Rumi slumped back against the bed, and Zoey kept her fingers firm on her until Mira started to pull out.
Mira moved away wordlessly, unbuckling the harness and tossing it somewhere on the floor before she climbed back onto the bed on the other side of Zoey. She lifted an arm up—an invitation, Zoey realised. She shuffled over to her and was, quite abruptly, pulled into a hug, cheek pressed to Mira's shoulder as she was held firmly against her side.
After a few moments, Rumi hummed melodically, a soft and pleased sound, and then she spoke. Her voice was a little croaky. "You okay, Zoey?"
Zoey laughed, because that was, frankly, a stupid question, then gave an emphatic, "Holy shit."
Mira and Rumi both chuckled, then Mira asked, "That good?"
"You fucked me so hard I forgot your name. I think I forgot my name."
"Pity. It's such a pretty name, too," Mira said. Zoey opened her mouth, then closed it again. She opted to bury her face into the crook of Mira's neck instead of responding, and Mira didn't push her to, instead just lifting her chin to make room.
"And you, Mira? You okay?" Rumi asked.
Mira hummed pleasantly. "Tired. Can't believe there's two of you."
Rumi snorted a tired laugh.
Zoey sat up and squinted at Mira. "What do you mean by that?"
"Insatiable," Mira said easily.
Rumi and Zoey made matching offended sounds at the accusation and Mira barked a laugh. It vibrated through Zoey's chest pleasantly.
It took her a few moments to realise Rumi hadn't joined them, so she unfurled from Mira's neck and peered over at her. She'd rolled onto her side to watch them with a soft, dopey smile, but she hadn't moved otherwise.
"Rumi, I think you're worrying her," Mira said, voice low and amused.
Rumi blinked slowly. "Oh. I'm good, sorry," she said, "I just… need a little bit, after."
"Oh," Zoey said. She hoped it wasn't because she was there. She knew some people didn't like to be touched afterwards, but Rumi had seemed so cuddly before. If anything she thought it'd be Mira who wanted space, but then again, wasn't there a saying about making assumptions? She searched her brain for it and came back empty-handed.
"Nothing to do with you, don't worry," Mira said.
Rumi hummed in agreement. A silence started to drape over them, but before it could settle Rumi spoke again. "Where did you put the painkillers?"
"Front pocket of the suitcase," Mira answered automatically. After a moment Mira snorted and said, "Did you mean 'Mira, light of my life, could you get me some painkillers'?"
Rumi smiled sweetly. "Mira, light of my life, could you please get me some painkillers, since you made my legs stop working?"
Zoey giggled again as Mira rolled her eyes and climbed out of the bed.
It was strange, really. People weren't usually this chatty with Zoey after sex. They usually just cuddled and went to sleep, and they were clearly all tired.
Mira rummaged around and produced a box of painkillers, popping two out of the packet and holding them out for Zoey. Zoey blinked at her, then opened her palm and accepted them. She swallowed them dry, but then Mira passed her the glass of water, still half full from earlier, so she took a gulp of that to wash them down.
"Thanks," Zoey said. She didn't feel especially sore now, but she knew she was going to feel it in the morning. Once Rumi had pushed herself into a sitting position, Mira gave the same to her—painkillers and water.
"Need anything else?" Mira asked as Rumi got underneath the covers.
Zoey stifled a yawn and slid down the bed before answering. "M'okay," then squeaked in surprise when Rumi wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against her.
"Just cuddles," Rumi said. Her breath was warm against the back of Zoey's neck.
Mira smiled, soft and genuine and fond, at the both of them. She turned the lamp off and crawled into bed on Zoey's other side, draping an arm over both of them and pulling Rumi closer, so close that Zoey felt distinctly squished between them.
Between restless legs and racing thoughts Zoey normally struggled to fall to sleep. Maybe it was just the post-orgasm haze and the general exhaustion of the night, but here, between Mira and Rumi—two relative strangers—she was so warm, so safe, so comfortable, that she drifted off to sleep easily.
Zoey was woken up by a knock on the door. She groaned and buried her face deeper into the pillow, scrunching her nose in displeasure.
Then the door opened.
She pushed herself up onto her elbows and narrowed her bleary eyes in the direction of the sound. Then she blinked. At a pink haired stranger lounging in the desk chair, feet kicked up on the foot of the bed.
Her brain finally stumbled into the waking world and supplied her with a name just as Mira looked up at her with a soft smile and and said, "Morning."
Several memories crashed into her at once. Memories of being held down, of being fucked into the mattress, of eating Rumi out, of-
Heat rushed to her face and Mira snickered.
She looked Mira over. She'd clearly already had a shower since her hair was still damp, and now she was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, much more casual and loose than what she'd worn on the plane. Her eyes drifted down to the marks on her forearm, little crescents from where Zoey had dug her nails in.
"Oh, shit," Zoey mumbled, "Sorry about that, I…"
Mira blinked and looked down at her forearm, then shrugged. "It's fine. Would've stopped you if I didn't like it."
Just as Zoey registered her absence, Rumi came back into the room, pulling a serving cart behind her. She gave a lopsided smile when she saw Zoey sitting up.
"You're awake! How are you feeling?" Rumi asked.
"Sore," Zoey answered honestly, and then, "Good, though. Very good."
"We ordered breakfast. We didn't want to wake you up, so…" Rumi trailed off, suddenly a little sheepish.
"She ordered a bit of everything. Help yourself," Mira finished for her.
Zoey blinked slowly, then pushed the bedsheets aside, at which point she abruptly remembered she was completely naked, sat back down, and pulled the blanket around herself.
Rumi looked away politely, but Mira just snorted in amusement. She took the robe that had been draped over the back of the chair, balled it up, and tossed it to Zoey.
"Thanks. Feels weird to eat with my ass out," Zoey said as she swapped the blanket for the robe. It really was very soft.
"I mean, you did eat with your ass out last night, just-"
"Mira!" Rumi said, barely suppressing a laugh—unlike Zoey, who laughed openly. Mira leaned back in the chair with a pleased grin.
Zoey scooted to the end of the bed and looked over the selection of food. Pancakes, bacon, eggs in a variety of styles, toast, orange juice—all typical American breakfast food. It was one of the upsides of travelling so much for work. She missed American breakfasts when she was in Korea sometimes.
She was also starving, she realised. She still waited for Rumi and Mira to start putting food on their plates before she did, just to be polite.
It may have been simple, but it was excellent, and Zoey let out a pleased moan around a mouthful of perfectly fluffy pancakes. Rumi grinned, apparently pleased at Zoey's approval.
They ate breakfast in a comfortable silence, and afterwards Zoey took her clothes into the bathroom to wash and get changed. She'd have a shower properly when she got back to her own hotel, but she still wanted to be as clean as possible.
When she re-entered the hotel room Mira and Rumi were both lounging on the bed, Mira with her back against the headrest and Rumi draped over her legs on her stomach. They both looked at Zoey and smiled.
"Are you going?" Rumi asked.
Zoey nodded, "Yeah, I wanna get back and shower…" she trailed off, hesitating. What she wanted to say was that she hoped they could meet up again, but that was weird, right? On the occasions she'd slept with a couple before it had been a one time thing, a reminder that she was fun but she wasn't part of them. Which was fine! She was fine with that. She knew the rules going into it, and she knew them now, too, but… but…
But things felt so different last night, and this morning.
"Um," Rumi said, startling Zoey from her thoughts, "I was wondering… well, no, we were wondering…" she trailed off.
Zoey shifted her weight between her feet.
"We want to see you again," Mira said easily.
Zoey froze. She peered at Mira's face, looking for the trick or the joke, and found there wasn't one. While her tone may have been nonchalant, her face was anything but. She looked nervous, and maybe a little hopeful. Zoey looked at Rumi just to be sure and found her looking at her in exactly the same way.
"I'm free tonight, but I might not uh… I mean, I'm pretty sore, so I don't think I can do…" Zoey gestured vaguely, "All of that again, but-"
"No, no," Rumi cut her off, voice curling on a laugh, "I mean, yes, but what we mean is a date. Like, a normal date. A day out somewhere in Seattle before your next flight."
Zoey blinked slowly. She let the question rotate around her brain a little, and then realised they were both still staring at her.
"Um… why?" she asked.
Mira furrowed her brow. "Because we want to get to know you better."
Zoey's brain continued to stall. "I-… really?"
"You can say no, it's okay. I just… we had a lot of fun. Not just the sex, you were fun," Rumi said.
Zoey's heart kicked in her chest, a pleased stutter that sent warmth through her entire body like a sunrise.
"Yeah! Yeah, I'd… I'd like that," Zoey said when she realised she'd been standing in silence.
The relief that washed over both of them was visible in the way they relaxed and looked at each other.
"We're actually here for work so we're both busy tomorrow morning, but we'll be free all afternoon. Is that… okay?" Mira asked, and now that Zoey was looking for it she could hear the hopeful lilt to her voice just underneath the—feigned, apparently—affectless tone.
"Yeah, that sounds good. Do you-… you've got my number, so," Zoey said as she took her jacket from the hook, where one of them must have put it this morning after it was presumably kicked off the bed.
"Rumi wanted to go to the zoo. Would you be interested in-" Mira started.
"Yes. Absolutely. Please take me to the zoo," Zoey said quickly.
Mira and Rumi both laughed, and Zoey found herself grinning like an idiot.
She grinned like an idiot all the way back to her hotel room. She grinned like an idiot as she showered and got changed. She grinned like an idiot as she texted them. She went for a walk just to pass some time and had to make an active effort to not skip the whole way. It was a surprise she managed to get to sleep at all with how excited she was.
They spent the entire afternoon together at the zoo. Zoey learned that they both worked in the entertainment industry—Mira as a choreographer for various groups and Rumi as a vocal instructor—and that was how they met. They were in Seattle for a conference, but they arrived early to explore the city. Rumi's favourite animals were tigers, and she listened with genuine interest when Zoey explained the conservation efforts the zoo was doing for Malayan tigers. Mira insisted she didn't have a favourite animal, but Rumi told her she liked birds and said to watch her when they got to the aviaries, so Zoey saw the way her face lit up as she watched the hawks.
They asked Zoey about her favourite animal—turtles—and encouraged her to ramble about their lifespans and migration habits. When she ran out of things to say they asked her about her career, and were surprisingly non-judgemental about her saying she only did it because it paid well and she liked to travel.
There was another date after that—and another night at their hotel—before Zoey had to go back to work, but they told her they'd be back in Seoul in a week and asked for her work schedule so they could make sure they made time to see her. She'd had a spring in her step all day, enough that her coworkers had commented on her being 'unusually bubbly, even for you'.
She adjusted her neckerchief as she sat in the crew lounge, waiting for the call for flight crew. It could have just been her imagination, but she could swear it smelled faintly of Rumi's perfume, and she had to resist the urge to take it off and sniff it like a weirdo. At least with it around her neck she could still catch little wafts of it every so often. She wondered if Rumi had sprayed perfume on it after that first night, like Mira had almost certainly done with her perfume on Zoey's jacket. She'd denied it when Zoey asked, but Rumi's smirk told her it she was right. She'd have to remember to tease them about it.
Her phone buzzed and she glanced down at it. The smile was immediately back on her face when she saw who it was.
Rumi
Have a safe flight! Text us when you land.
Mira
Stay safe
Also I had a look at the aquarium in Seoul and they have turtles by the way
You probably already knew but we should visit when we're back
Zoey
i havent been in years so fuck yeah lets go
and i will! talk to you soon
The intercom chimed to tell her it was time to go, so she turned her phone off and tucked it into her bag.
The flight back to Seoul wasn't going to be anywhere near as interesting as the flight to Seattle, but she didn't mind.
She had, quite suddenly, been given a lot to look forwards to.
