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Rumi knows Mira isn't actually watching the documentary on the TV. She knows, and that's what makes this more frustrating.
It's a power play. Just a game to see how long she can keep them there.
Mira was settled on the couch, leaned back and relaxed like nothing was out of the ordinary. Like she wasn't completely naked save for the strap around her hips.
And Rumi? On the floor at her feet like a dog. She wasn't alone, of course, but she might as well have been. While Rumi was conscious and biding her time, Zoey was leaning her head against Mira's thigh.
She looked gone. And Rumi knows she's probably close to that now. She also knows that Zoey is happy to just sit there, head on Mira's thigh, with her hair being combed through with long fingers.
Rumi wasn't so content. Not in a bad way, no, she just wasn't as easy to please as Zoey in this instance. And Mira knows that.
A short glance down to make eye contact with the half demon has Rumi bristling... and her cock jumping. Her head was also resting against Mira's thigh.
Honestly, it wasn't a bad position to be in. The pillows under her knees were soft and Mira's hand on her scalp felt good. The collar around her neck was a comfortable weight. It was all good.
But her dick was untouched and left twitching. And she knows Mira is making sure she doesn't break the rules to touch herself.
She knows Mira is waiting for her to ask.
Shame she's got other methods up her sleeve.
Sharp teeth carefully met a lean thigh, resting there with no real bite behind them.
"Rumi," Mira warned, her hands stilling against both her and Zoey's heads.
Zoey whined, unashamed of her need. She cracked open an eye to see what Rumi was doing, to which Rumi winked and bit down lightly.
The hand on Rumi's head closed around a fistful of her hair, the sharp pain making her gasp. Mira pulled her up, careful in her actions, always, but not gentle.
"You just can't behave, can you?" The taller woman sneered. "You just want and want and want, and you never take the easy way to get it."
Rumi grinned, sharp teeth proudly on display. Mira's eyes soften for a moment at the sight. Rumi knows it's because she's proud to see her showing off like this. The soft look doesn't fade away like she expects it to, though.
"Greedy thing. Just can't help but be a brat." The amusement in her voice was clear, a precursor to some kind of punishment, certainly. "How should I deal with you?"
Zoey whined, wanting the attention back on herself again. Her arms snaking around Mira's leg in a hug. Big brown eyes staring up at her in a pleading look.
Rumi was dropped again, the hand in her hair letting go so she could relax against the pillow under her knees again. Instead, all Mira's attention moved to Zoey.
Hands in her hair, scratching at her scalp and the nape of her neck. And Zoey was living for it, nose scrunched up cutely as she smiled.
And then her eyes snapped away from Mira's face to lock onto Rumi's. And that sweet smile ticked up on one side into a barely-there smirk. In just a moment, Zoey went from innocent and sweet, to taunting and smug.
How dare she-
"See what could happen if you just asked?" Mira purred. "Just ask, Rumi. Tell me what you want."
Rumi growled. She refused to be reduced to begging and whining so soon. Zoey wasn't even doing it now for real, she was just doing it to taunt Rumi with the rewards.
Teeth met Mira's thigh again, harder this time. Still no blood. Rumi was acting out, not intending to hurt her girlfriends.
The hands didn't return to her hair this time. No, fingers closed around the underside of her jaw and squeezed lightly to make Rumi let go.
She did, and she watched as Mira almost called her a good girl out of reflex.
Mira held her face up for a moment. Turning her from one side to the other to inspect her. The silence was unnerving.
"How would you feel about a muzzle, Rumi?" The question was posed in a serious manner, but Mira didn't stop their game to ask. A taunt, then. Perhaps something to bring up again later.
Zoey moaned next to her, definitely pleased with whatever mental image she'd conjured up. Her hips jerked against nothing and her head fell sideways to rest her cheek against Mira's thigh again.
Mira gently moved her leg to rest her shin against Zoey's bare pussy. "Go ahead, good girl."
The reaction was immediate. Zoey pressed her chest harder against Mira's leg, arching her back out just enough to rub her clit against her shin. She whined and moaned in drawn out sounds that made Rumi's cock twitch.
Rumi could see it all, from Zoey's parted lips and far off look, to the way her hips stuttered against Mira's leg in an unsteady rhythm.
She pulled her head back from Mira's hand, looking away from Zoey to keep herself from falling too soon. Mira's eyes were cold and intense, but smug.
A finger hooked into the D-ring on Rumi's collar. "You just want some attention, right? To finally be touched and be allowed to touch us." Her voice sent shivers down the half demon's spine. She nodded. "You want me to let you up here so you can be lavished in attention. You just want to cum?"
Rumi nodded, eager and willing to go along with whatever Mira had in mind for her.
The taller woman leaned down and pulled Rumi forwards by her collar. "Bad dogs don't get rewards." She smirked and pushed Rumi back down onto her pillow again.
Zoey moaned lowly at that, hips stuttering and making her groan. She whined, moving her head up to plead at Mira with her eyes. It was normal for her to go mostly-nonverbal during sex.
"Speak to me, baby." Mira told her, softly, warmly, as if she hadn't just denied Rumi release. Her leg pulled back a bit and Zoey tried to bring it forward again with her arms. "Uh uh uh," Mira tutted, "Take a minute to get the words out."
And Zoey listened. Because she was a good girl.
It took a minute, both Mira and Rumi waiting patiently for what she wanted to ask for. Though a small pool of dread simmered in her gut, Rumi would never deny Zoey the right to make suggestions. Even if she's sure this is for a punishment.
Her mouth opened and closed, lips trying to form words that wouldn't come out. She took several deep breaths, shaking her head lightly. "I- sorry," she apologized, curling in on herself a bit.
"It's okay." Rumi assured her, the game put behind them for a moment. "Take your time."
"Take as long as you need. We aren't in a rush." Mira agreed, running a hand through Zoey's hair comfortingly.
Zoey nodded, accepting the reassurance and thinking about her words. "Can- no. Rumi..." She grimaced at her words. Then she flung her hand out to point at the armchair a few steps away. "Cuck chair."
Rumi's mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide. "The what?!"
Mira couldn't hold back her own giggles. Leaning forward a bit as her shoulders shook. "That's-" she cut herself off with a laugh. "That's certainly a way to say it."
Zoey huffed and rolled her eyes. The mood was lighter now, the far-off look in her eyes growing clearer. She knew the phrasing was out of nowhere and caught them off guard.
"You're sentencing me to the cuck chair???" Rumi asked incredulously, leaning around Mira's leg to lean against Zoey. "You can't do that."
She turned to look at Mira, sitting up on her knees. "She can't do that, right?"
Mira just kept laughing, the scene getting worse with every word from Rumi. "Wonderful suggestion." She wheezed, sitting up again and looking down at her girls with a giddy smile. She wasn't quite back into her previous role yet, still basking in the silly atmosphere.
Then she clapped her hands and her smile turned a little sharp around the edges. "Bad dogs can go to the cuck chair!"
"Ha ha, good thing I'm not a bad dog then." Rumi deflected, giving her best innocent smile and rocking side to side gently.
"Oh?" Mira was falling back into her role, voice turning teasing and cold demeanor easing back in. She ran a hand through Zoey's hair soothingly to help her get comfortable again. "Are you a good dog now?"
Nodding, Rumi set a hand against Mira's shin. "So good." She agreed. "Gonna be such a good dog. No need for the chair." She cringed inwardly, not having meant to start the borderline begging yet. She'd hoped to hold out longer.
Mira hummed, "I don't believe that."
"I'll-" She sucked in a sharp breath. "I'll prove it. Do anything you want."
Rumi saw Zoey shift out of the corner of her eye, perhaps still lucid enough to suggest something else? Though no words came.
"Beg me not to punish you then."
She swallowed. It was either the chair or begging. She'd wanted to drag this out, but the chair might be an hours long endeavor and the begging would crumble her instantly.
"Please," Rumi started, feeling her face and patterns burn with embarrassment. "Please don't put me in the chair. I'll be a good girl, so good. Do anything you want me to. I will, I will, I swear. Please, Mira, don't make me sit over there and watch. I can be so good for you. I'll prove it. Just tell me what to do and I'll listen."
She let the desperation bleed into her words, voice cracking and whining through her pleas. Tears gathered in her eyes, and Mira brought a hand up to cradle her cheek.
"Please let me be a good girl for you." Her voice tapered off at the end as she leaned into Mira's palm. "Let me prove it."
Mira's thumb stroked over her cheek gently, letting the room fall into the relative silence of their heavy breathing. "Good girl." She praised, finally.
Rumi melted with relief, relaxing down and laying her head on Mira's thigh too. A look to the side showed Zoey's eyes intent on her face, pupils blown out and her lip caught between her teeth roughly. Rumi reached up a hand and gently pulled it from her teeth, knowing she'd chew a sore into it otherwise.
The hand returned to Rumi's hair, soothing her down and providing reassurance. She'd done good.
They sit like that for a few minutes, mostly letting Mira catch her own breath. But Zoey starts to move during that time.
It starts with reaching a hand out to thread her fingers between Rumi's. Then a subtle shift around to bump their knees together. She's leaning, eyes unfocused and hungry.
Rumi throws careful glances at Mira, trying to gauge if she's allowed to touch back. Zoey could get away with a lot, but Rumi was still probably on thin ice.
"You want to be so so good for me, Rumi?" Mira asks suddenly. And Rumi nods eagerly, looking up again to show Mira has her attention. She hums, "Good, put on a condom and get on the couch."
Rumi scrambles to obey, reeling back to snatch one from the coffee table and open it. She half-watches as Mira helps Zoey get on the couch. Then devotes her full attention to them when Mira pushes down on between her shoulder blades so Zoey bends at the waist and presses her chest to the cushions, ass in the air.
The condom she's trying to roll on rips on her claws. She growls and grabs for a new one, keeping her head angled down so she can't see what they're doing. It goes on perfectly this time. She sighs in relief and stands on shaking legs, making her way to the couch eagerly.
Mira is sitting behind Zoey, having spread the smaller woman's knees apart to get a better view of what laid between them. Her fingers spread Zoey's folds, exposing her fully to their eyes. Rumi moaned at the sight.
Then Mira stood and pushed Rumi down where she had been. "Don't move." She warned, finger hooked on Rumi's collar for emphasis. "Wait for my command."
And Rumi nodded. Like a good dog.
Mira settled down in front of Zoey now, legs spread but angled so it was clear she was more focused on the strap around her hips. She cupped Zoey's face gently. "Do you want to take us both?" She asked, voice taunting. Rumi shivered. "You want to suck my dick while Rumi humps into you?"
Zoey and Rumi both whined. And Zoey pushed up onto her elbows, settling against Mira's thighs as she nodded. She wiggled her ass too, catching Rumi's full attention and tempting her to reach out.
She got her hand halfway raised before jerking it back down to her own thigh. A cautious look up reinforced her restraint, with Mira's sharp eyes locked onto her now. She needed to be good.
She must've done the right thing, she thinks, when Mira reaches out with her other hand and beckons Rumi to meet her halfway. She's half laid across Zoey's backside now, letting Mira scratch under her jaw.
"Good girl." She praises, and Rumi almost crumbles down. "Waiting for me just like I said to."
She pulled back and tapped Rumi's nose twice, gently, signaling for the half demon to sit back again.
"Go ahead, Rumi." She purred.
She hesitated for a moment, solely to look down at Zoey. And then she was sliding into her slowly, careful of how she grabbed the smaller woman's hips with her claws. She felt more than heard herself groan- maybe growl.
Zoey squirmed under her, breathing heavy against Mira's torso as Rumi pushed in. Mira herself was running her fingers through Zoey's hair soothingly. She moaned softly, reaching for her hip blindly to grab Rumi's hand.
Rumi stayed still when she bottomed out. Muscles twitching and breathing heavy. She cast a look up at Mira again, not really asking for permission but still looking for command.
Her eyes met half lidded ones. Mira bit her lip, looking from Rumi's face down her torso and to where she met with Zoey, then trailing down to where Zoey's face rested against her own abdomen.
Zoey was just holding on for right now, steadying her breathing. The other two waited, with Mira scratching at her scalp and Rumi trembling but holding still.
Time stretched on, punctuated with their breathing and the occasional twitch from Zoey that would nearly double Rumi over.
Hands moved, Zoey sitting up some to stare at Mira's strap. Mira combed her hair back and held it there, letting Zoey set her own pace without interference.
She took it into her mouth eagerly. With all the experience of somebody faced with their favorite hobby. She circled her tongue around the head and Mira sighed as if she could feel it. Rumi knows she could probably cum from the sight alone. Knows that she has before.
Then brown eyes snapped up to Rumi again, "Go on." She commanded breathily.
She pulled out slowly, shaking at the feeling. Then pushed in again a bit faster. Her thrusts continued like that, building speed bit by bit as she slowly lost herself to the pleasure of it. She leaned down, one arm circling around Zoey's waste as the other held her up from the couch below them.
The wet sounds of Zoey's sucking and choking filled the air. Mira still holding her hair but not guiding her to do more. Just watching.
Rumi thought she could see Mira's thighs tensing every so often as she fought not to close them.
Her thrusts got faster. Harder. She dropped her forehead to rest on Zoey's back, wondering through the haze of pleasure if she was allowed to bite this time. He didn't want to look up at Mira and check. She liked it here. And she knows Zoey likes being bitten...
She sunk her teeth into Zoey's shoulder before she could think better about it. Hearing the smaller girl sputter and choke and moan against the dildo in her mouth. Feeling her clench down and arch her back. She doesn't think there's any punishment Mira could give out that would make that bite any less worth it.
Mira herself groaned at the site, finally digging her fingers harsher into Zoey's hair and taking control enough to guide her up and down her strap faster. She used her other hand to hook a finger under Rumi's collar, pulling her head up. "You better pick up the pace, puppy, or I will put you in a muzzle."
Rumi whined, snapping her hips forward oddly before settling on a faster pace. Mira kept her head up with the collar though. "But you'd like that wouldn't you?" She groaned.
Rumi was released as Mira shifted back some, face twisting in a yearning sort of way. She wondered if Mira was going to cum just from this. If the sight of the two of them was enough to finish her off.
"Good girls." Mira groaned. "So good for me." She pressed Zoey's head down to the base of her strap, holding her there while Zoey did her best not to gag. "Doing everything I say without question."
Her eyes found Rumi's again. "Two very good girls who won't cum at all until I tell them to." Her voice dropped into something meaner, something teasing and cruel and Rumi just whined in response because anything else might get this taken away.
Zoey whined too, as she was released to come up for air, coughing and blinking away tears. She nosed at the underside of the dildo and looked up at Mira with big brown eyes. Begging. Rumi caught sight of her licking below the strap at Mira's pussy.
Then watched as Mira grabbed her by the collar and pulled her up. "You know better, Zoey." She scolded lightly, voice too breathy with pleasure to be anywhere near truly angry. "I thought you were a good girl."
Rumi panted, hips stuttering at the tone. Oh how much she loved that tone.
"Rumi, hand down, I want you on her clit." Mira commanded. Rumi rushed to follow, knuckles finding Zoey's clit with the expertise of a professional. She couldn't use the pads of her fingers, else her claws would cut her girlfriend. She's gotten good like this though. Has has enough practice to make this work just as well.
Zoey writhed between them, whining and moaning. Her hands gripped Mira's thighs, blunt nails digging in just enough to leave crescent marks as Mira held her up by her collar. Mira focused on her face as she struggled, knowing she was trying her best to be good and not disobey orders.
Tears trailed down her cheeks. Drool dribbled down her chin. Her hair was a mess and sticking to her face with sweat and whatever else. A perfect sight. Mira almost grabbed her phone.
Instead she laughed, "Cum for me." And lowered Zoey down. Watching for several seconds more before Zoey tensed up and sunk her own teeth into Mira's thigh, biting down as she rode out her orgasm.
Rumi stopped her hand on Zoey's clit then, and almost dropped on top of her completely. Her own orgasm crashing into her and making her see stars. She panted and groaned, shaking her way through smaller thrusts as they turned too sensitive.
Zoey was laid across Mira's lap when Rumi's vision cleared and she stopped. Mira had her hands running through Zoey's hair again, soothing her down.
"Good girls." She praised.
Pulling out slowly, Rumi was careful in disposing of her condom. Her legs wobbled a bit and she didn't really want to move much anymore, but the stretch was good to feel after being bent over like that for so long.
Mira was undoing the buckles on her strap, loosening them and slipping out of the contraption. Sliding back onto the couch, Rumi noticed that she hadn't cum yet.
Zoey seemed to notice too. Once again pleading with big brown eyes as she lowered herself down again.
Mira tapped her on the nose gently. "Nuh uh." She denied. "Get on the floor again. Back to your pillow."
Then she turned to Rumi, asking in a softer tone, "Are you okay to continue? Need anything?" The second question posed at her, but meant for both of them.
Rumi thought about it for a second. "Water." She requested. Zoey nodded beside her.
Then Mira was up and moving to the kitchen immediately, filling two cups with water and returning to her girls.
Zoey had waited, sitting up against the back of the couch and making grabby hands as Mira handed her and Rumi their cups.
"Small sips." She reminded them. "You'll make yourselves nauseous otherwise."
Rumi finished first, handing Mira back her cup and then giving Zoey a soft look. She peeked back up over the rim of her own cup, eyes crinkling in a smile. She was done a minute later, looking pleased as Mira took their cups back to the kitchen.
"Anything else?" She asked, rounding the couch to get back to them.
Zoey shook her head 'no' first, leaving Rumi to follow with her own, "Nope!"
Mira smirked. "Then I suggest you both get on the floor again."
They scrambled to do as she said, Zoey settling down on her pillow again first, hands in her lap like a good girl, while Rumi stumbled down and adjusted herself so her dick wasn't in any sort of uncomfortable position.
Mira sat down like she had when they started, only this time she spread her legs wider. Hooking an ankle behind both their backs to draw them forwards. "Don't be shy now, get a little closer together. I want you both working together for this."
Rumi swallowed, glad to have had the water a minute ago. Zoey took a deep breath beside her, eyes flickering over to Rumi then back to the prize in front of them quickly.
They were brought closer together by Mira's legs closing around them. "Right up against eachother." She purred, watching with satisfaction as Zoey was practically pushed onto Rumi's thigh. "Good. Just like that." Then she opened her legs again, wide as she comfortably could.
"Go ahead." She permitted.
Zoey dove in first, hands finding Mira's thighs and tongue licking a stripe up her folds. She moaned at the taste and did it again, then again. Then stayed lower to delve her tongue inside.
Rumi wasn't entirely sure what to do. They've never... done this together before. Mira and Zoey had both sucked her off together- and what an experience that had been- but she's nervous now, unsure of what to do and how to share.
Mira had a hand in her hair again, holding it away from her face and watching her work. Her eyes found Rumi's and she smiled, soft around the edges, "Work with her Rumi. Get my clit. She'll make room."
Rumi had lips on hers before she had the chance to move. Zoey cupped her face and kissed her messily, slowly lowering their mouths to Mira's cunt again. She only left the kiss to turn slightly and resume her work on Mira, guiding Rumi's mouth to work with her.
It helped. She has to admit. Rumi latched on and sucked, flicking her tongue over the bud and looking up to watch as Mira's head fell back against the back of the couch.
She let go with a pop and laved the flat of her tongue over the little bud. Her hips jerked when Zoey moved to be under her more, fully straddling her thigh and grinding down against it.
One of the smaller woman's hands left Mira's thigh- replaced quickly by Rumi's- as it found it's way to grab Rumi's cock.
Rumi moaned against Mira, getting a jerk and harsh breath in response. Zoey moved up, licking against both Mira's click and Rumi's tongue. She smushed their faces together as they both mouthed at Mira's clit. They both grinded against each other, Rumi again Zoey's hand and Zoey against Rumi's thigh.
Above them, Mira arched up, eyes trained on their every movement. Rumi caught it. She knows Zoey did too, because Zoey pulled her into a filthy kiss. Mira broke them apart gently by hooking a thumb into Rumi's mouth.
The action was probably meant so Mira could get a better look at her teeth while Zoey resumed her work. Which went to plan for a few seconds before Zoey was up again to take the opportunity to lick into Rumi's mouth.
With Mira's finger keeping her mouth open, Zoey was free to do as she pleased. Tongue swiping spit and slick across every bit of her mouth. Cheeks, tongue, teeth, she even slid it into Rumi's throat at one point.
Mira let her go after that, instead grabbing them both by the hair and pulling them back to her wordlessly. They took the hint, continuing on with their previous task. This time Zoey took her clit and Rumi delved her tongue inside Mira.
Oh the good things about being half demon. Rumi supposes having a longer tongue is one of the best perks. Mira sure seems to think so from the grip in Rumi's hair and the way she's arching up.
Rumi choked on what she was doing when Zoey's hand squeezed tighter and started jerking her off with her own grinding. Zoey was almost bouncing with how fast she was moving against Rumi's thigh.
They were all close. She could see it. Could feel it.
Mira came first. Their combined efforts paying off in a beautiful orgasm that left Mira shaking.
Rumi herself was next. Riding it out with her head pressed to one of Mira's thighs.
Zoey worked hard for hers. Finally letting go of Rumi's dick and leaning against Mira's other thigh. One arm thrown over it to grab her side while the other wrapped around Rumi's shoulders. She shuddered and panted, grinding just as fast as she could and never quite reaching her peak.
More tears fell as she tried, releasing a full body sob as Rumi moved to rub her clit again. She went boneless against Mira's leg, then tensed and arched back against Rumi before going boneless again.
The only sound between them for several minutes was just their heavy breathing. Mira let them calm down there, laying against her thighs for the time being.
"Do you two want a bath?" She asked, voice barely audible above their breathing. It was tender and caring. A sure sign that their fun here was over.
Rumi groaned and nodded. Zoey didn't move, just laid there. Rumi wouldn't doubt that she was fully out of it by now. She usually came too during aftercare though, and the bath would be a good way to come back.
Mira unclipped her collar and set it aside. She didn't mess with Zoey's yet. They've danced that dance before.
Rumi stood on shaky legs to sit on the couch for the time being. She grabbed onto Zoey when Mira pulled her up too.
Then Mira was up and stretching out with pained grunts and groans. "I'll be back in a minute, pretty girl." She assured.
Rumi didn't watch the time as she waited, more invested in the way Zoey curled into her side and tucked her face into her neck. Yeah, she was definitely out of it, only looking to be comfortable and nothing else.
Mira was back soon enough. Her legs were steady and she carried Zoey to the bath while Rumi followed behind them slowly. She set Zoey down in her own little section with little floating turtles, frogs, and ducks. Helped Rumi into the tub and to settle in the water. She buzzed around the bathroom a second more, making sure she had everything within reach before she too settled into the warm water.
Zoey was on her immediately, curling into her side and nearly falling asleep against her shoulder. Rumi moved forward, taking on the task of washing Zoey until she came back enough to let go.
They talked, sharing soft whispers, debriefing on their previous activities.
"I don't think I mind the thought of a muzzle." Rumi whispered, gently washing at the bruising bite mark on Zoey's shoulder. "It's just... something new again."
Mira nodded. "We can try it outside of a scene. Let you wear it in a more controlled environment so you know if you like it or not."
"Okay." She agreed. "Do I get a custom one if I like it?" She asked, half teasing. Mira had gotten them both custom collars when they'd learned they like them.
"Absolutely." The taller woman promised. "But we need to see if you like it first."
There was a light groan between them, sleepy eyes blinking open and then shutting again. "Mmm what?" Zoey mumbled against Mira's collar bone.
"Talking about putting Rumi in a muzzle, baby." Mira supplied. "Can I take your collar off?"
Zoey shifted slightly, taking several deep breaths. She hesitated in her answer, seemingly worried.
"You're still our good girl, even without the collar. Still ours and still loved." Mira promised.
"We love you, whether you have the collar or not." Rumi added.
Zoey nodded, pushing up some to let Mira get at the buckle. She idly tapped at one of the little turtles floating by, making it bob in the water and float away. She smiled.
Rumi ran the washcloth over her face and neck carefully while Mira moved around to wash Zoey's hair.
When that was done, they set Zoey back against the side of the tub. Mira worked through Rumi's hair first, knowing by now that she'd just feel grimy the whole time if her hair was left for last. It was a rough job. Rumi silently considered the perks of cutting it shorter.
But Mira never complained. Not now, not later, not ever. She was always happy to help Rumi with her hair.
She did get an idea though...
"You sure did stick to your guns back there, Mira." Rumi snickered. "One look from Zoey's puppy dog eyes and you folded so fast."
Zoey's soft, evil sounding giggles made her snap her eyes to the youngest. She looked so proud of herself.
Mira snorted behind her. "As if you didn't do the same. You were such a bad dog until she suggested that chair and then you suddenly straightened up."
"HEY!" Rumi squeaked, high pitched and embarrassed. Her patterns flared pink around her. "I'll have you know there's nothing straight about me!"
Mira laughed, deep and warm behind her. And Zoey actually dunked her head under the water on accident as she doubled over at the joke. She jerked back up instantly though, unharmed and spitting out water.
Rumi and Mira fell against each other at the sight, cackling at poor Zoey's grumpy face covered in her own soaked hair. She mumbled to herself but took Rumi's hand when it was offered.
They settled there against each other for a few minutes. Washing up could resume after, but right now this was good.