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When the cameras shut off, Mira felt dizzy.
Video content for the internet was one of the more entertaining aspects of their promotional tours: they’d get to answer trivia about one another (Zoey always won), play games, try snacks from the countries they visited… All they had to do was look pretty and have fun.
The current video was a more recent concept, but it was simple enough: they sat at a table, pulling slips of paper out of a bowl that each had a ‘thirst tweet’ on it from a fan to read aloud. The slips had been screened beforehand, of course, with Bobby’s assistance, so anything too inappropriate was tossed out. The girls could handle themselves, though; Bobby knew that, and he knew they’d have more fun if they had a bit of space to play in, so there were still plenty of tweets deemed spicy enough to include.
“Oh! This one’s for Mira…”
Zoey unfolded the slip of paper, her face contorting into at least three different expressions in the span of a few seconds as she read it aloud.
“From @profvivi… ‘Mira from huntrix is so fine I’d crawl through two miles of broken glass and used needles just to hear her call me a good girl. and I’m a straight woman’.”
Rumi’s eyes widened, and she covered her mouth; Mira simply looked at the camera.
“For now,” she answered with a calm smirk.
“I really thought that was going to be from a man,” Zoey said in Korean as she drew another paper from the bowl. “Oh, wait, this one is!” She slipped back into English, where her accent only showed in only the subtlest of hints. “@wizgoku49 says, ‘Mira and Rumi are so gorgeous. Please, I need to be in a HUNTR/X sandwich. ’
“You and me both,” Zoey said to the camera. “Have you seen Rumi’s biceps?”
Rumi gave a teasing flex for the camera, but Zoey quickly leaned in to pull her sleeve down.
“Put those away! If you show guns their channel will get demonetized.”
The girls laughed as Mira took the bowl and rummaged through it, stirring its contents briefly before withdrawing a new slip. “Let’s see… This one looks to be from a guy as well.” She cleared her throat. “@davey09143 says, ‘Mira could kick me in the face and I’d thank her and ask for seconds. ’ Wow, that’s intense.”
She turned to address the camera directly again. “I won’t kick you in the face, Davey. But thank you.”
“So aggressive!” Zoey uttered in Korean. “People really want you to be mean to them.”
Rumi added, “you do have a lot of male fans in America, too. It’s kind of interesting.”
“They have good taste,” Mira answered. She had noticed it first, actually, on Instagram— the male fans and the desire for being bossed around. Comments referring to her as ‘mommy’ or asking her to step on them or spit in their mouth weren’t wholly uncommon; usually left on fan accounts, sometimes left on her own. It happened in other languages too, to a degree, but American commenters seemed to be a particularly… bold group by comparison. She almost admired it, in a way.
The girls laughed and continued along, asking for occasional clarification of English slang and offering their reactions to the beast that was the internet until it was finally time to wrap up.
“Thank you so much to BuzzBeat for having us!” Rumi declared. “And thank you all for your… interesting thoughts.”
“We love you,” Mira added, “just… keep it in your pants, please.”
They stayed around to thank those working on set for a few minutes before making their way back to the dressing room. Their schedule was packed, but Bobby had found ways to include some breathing room— they were initially meant to film the video for BuzzBeat and a feature with StyleVein in the space between morning rehearsals and makeup, but the latter had been gracious enough to agree to reschedule for a pre-dawn filming. Sure, it meant an ungodly early morning for all involved, but the channel was hellbent on getting the HUNTR/X feature, and it also left the girls with a two-hour gap with which they could eat and, god willing, take a nap.
“Alright, girls! Enjoy your downtime, I’ll be back in… two hours,” Bobby directed, glancing at his watch. “Just text me what you end up deciding for food and I’ll get it ordered, okay?”
“Thanks, Bobby!”
It had become reflex for the trio to respond in sync, an unintentional harmony that sang to Bobby’s heart every time. He clapped his hand to his chest, swooning gently as he closed the door behind him.
“Ah, I love my girls…”
The door clicked, and Zoey immediately hopped on her phone to check social media.
“Alright, time to see the will of the people!” she said excitedly. Mira looked at her, uneasy, as she took up residence on the couch.
“What are you talking about?”
“Food, duh! I asked for recommendations while we’re over here.”
“Zoey, you’re literally from the States.”
Mira leaned back, her legs sprawled apart. It was more or less her default pose when she didn’t have to worry about the perceptions of the public.
“Uh, yeah, the west coast,” Zoey clarified. “It’s like, an entirely different country— oh my gosh, what about Waffle House? I never got the chance to try it, but it’s like a whole thing over here.”
“I trust whatever you pick,” Rumi said. She slumped into a large red chair that seemed to swallow her whole. “Just watch out for more horny comments. Half the answers for ‘what should I eat’ are probably ‘Mira’.”
“It’s a good answer,” Zoey said with a grin, not missing a beat, “but I try to save eating Korean for when I’m back in Korea.”
She eagerly looked to Mira, pleased with her joke, but was surprised to find the visual unamused. Mira shifted, slipping horizontal as if she had suddenly decided a nap was ideal.
“No? Eating Korean?” Zoey repeated. “Oh-kay, never mind then.”
Rumi observed the uncomfortable silence, making brief worried eye contact with Zoey before speaking up.
“Everything okay, Mira?”
“I’m fine,” Mira muttered, closing her eyes. She took a deep breath. “Just, can we… not, with the pervy jokes?”
Zoey blinked. Mira usually loved these kinds of comments; she relished in dishing it back and building the tension until Rumi or Zoey were frazzled and red in the face.
“Uhm… okay, sure,” Zoey answered. “Were the internet comments too much, or something?”
“I’m just… frustrated.”
Zoey’s face fell, and she lowered her phone to her lap. She looked as though she had just had the wind taken out of her.
“Did I… do something wrong?”
Oh, Zoey.
Mira turned to look at her, the kicked puppy that she was. Zoey, so quick to take the blame, to apologize even when it wasn’t her fault. Incredible, empathetic Zoey.
“No, Zoey, it’s not… something you did.”
A pause.
“I mean I’m…” She gestured openly toward her body with one hand, as if to indicate a greater need. “…frustrated.”
“Oh.”
Zoey stared at her for a moment before it clicked.
“…Oh.”
Rumi spoke up, gently reminding them of the agreement they had come to when they had begun dating.
“Still, you know our rule…”
Mira grunted. Of course she knew. No intimacy on show days. It was too risky, with the amount of people around. But in their busier times the lack of intimacy extended further. In this case, it had been over two weeks.
They could still be affectionate, of course. Hell, they could get away with sleeping in a twisted pile of limbs on the futon, because sometimes that’s just how girls were with one another, especially in a life where your schedules were intertwined so heavily. But anything farther than a supposedly platonic kiss on the cheek? It had the potential to be career-destroying.
“Doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about it all morning,” Mira said. She wasn’t someone who desperately needed sex; she’d survived just fine before dating her bandmates. But all of the comments they’d read— and the commenters’ presumptions of her— had left her a bit irritable for some reason.
Suddenly, Zoey felt bad for the joke she had made. She set her phone on the counter and, crossing the dressing room, locked the door. Rumi eyed her warily.
“Zoey, what are you doing…?”
Zoey turned and leaned against the door, clutching her hands behind her back. “Nothing,” she said, drawing out the word like a child who was making a mess in the kitchen. “I just feel bad, y’know?” She stepped daintily across the room toward Mira, her eyes wide and doelike.
Rumi’s voice took a sterner tone.
“Zoey… we can’t.”
“But she’s hurting, Rumi.”
“She’s not hurting. She’s just…” Rumi’s voice quickly softened, as if saying the actual word was uncomfortable for her. “…horny.”
Zoey crawled onto the couch, straddling Mira on all fours. “What kind of girlfriend would I be if I couldn’t help?”
She pressed her lips to Mira’s. It was clear, though, despite her needs, that Mira was still hesitant; as much as it killed her, she respected the rules they had in place. And so while a quiet moan left her lips, she kept her hands to her side.
“What, you’re afraid to touch, now?”
Zoey kissed Mira’s collarbone, exposed by the deep scoop neck of the sweater that she had worn to the silming. Mira quietly hissed, and as she lifted a hand to grip Zoey’s arm, Zoey smiled.
“There ya go,” she hummed. “Good girl.”
The sudden snag in Mira’s breath was not only apparent to Zoey but to Rumi, who was still sitting to the side and watching them.
“Oh,” Zoey said, pulling back with mild surprise, “that’s new. You liked that?”
“Shut up,” Mira muttered, turning a bit red in the face. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
Rumi was observing with a greater degree of interest now. Still, she remained cautious, as Mira seemed genuinely aggravated.
“They… make a lot of assumptions about you, huh.”
Mira looked at her briefly, but almost immediately turned away, seeming to find the back of the couch more interesting than the conversation. “It’s fine.”
“But not really,” Rumi insisted. “I mean, you’re the most assertive of us, but that doesn’t mean you’re…”
“A top?” Zoey interrupted. Then, as Rumi shot her a mildly accusatory look: “What? Am I wrong?”
Mira’s head was still turned away from them both, her expression flat. “Look, I fall into an archetype, okay?” she said bluntly. “I get it. People expect what they expect; I’m the tough girl so that’s expected to carry over everywhere. Let’s not dive into it. I’m used to disappointing people.”
Disappointing?
Zoey and Rumi looked at one another.
“Is that what you think this is?” Rumi asked. “Disappointment?”
“Yeah, that’s crazy!”
Zoey’s eyes curiously searched Mira’s face.
“Besides, that sounds fun to work with.”
The sentiment sounded… suspicious to Mira. Too good to be true, maybe. Zoey knew how to make anyone feel good when they were down. It was kind of her thing.
“Zoey, cut it out. I don’t wanna—”
“No?”
She whispered the word into Mira’s ear, strangely sweet even compared to her usual sugary cadence. “But you’re so pretty when you’re needy.”
Mira seized up immediately, which elicited a giggle from Zoey. She kissed Mira’s ear, which she knew to be a weak spot, and nipped the lobe gently to stagger her further.
“See? That’s my girl.”
Even Rumi seemed intrigued by Mira’s reaction. She recalled when they were first intimate, how even though Mira was the one taking initiative, there were moments where she seemed overcome with a quiet need that she struggled to articulate.
Her thoughts were disrupted suddenly, though, when she realized Zoey’s hands were toying with the waist of Mira’s skirt.
“Zoey…” she hissed in warning. But Zoey was already preoccupied with the world of possibilities unfolding before her.
“Tell me what you want,” she said softly. Mira was more visibly frazzled, but still seemed to be holding back.
“I… nnnnnn.” She groaned, audibly frustrated. “This is stupid. Seriously, forget it.”
Zoey’s hand halted.
“If you can’t use your words, you don’t get anything at all. And I’ll make sure you’re even more frustrated when makeup gets here in two hours.”
For several seconds they stared at one another, a war of attrition fought with the eyes alone. And when Mira’s gaze faltered, she felt her face grow warm.
“I want…”
Zoey smiled encouragingly.
“What do you want, unnie?”
Mira drew her own hand to her mouth, concealing her lips behind her knuckle as though it would help diminish the embarrassment of what she was saying. “…I want you to touch me,” she uttered. “Please.”
Touch me.
It was so vulnerable, so different from the Mira that put up walls between herself and others, that it made Zoey’s heart skip a beat.
She leaned in, kissing Mira and whispering in her ear once more.
“Good job; I’m proud of you.”
Her hand lifted up Mira’s skirt, fingertips gliding up her inner thigh until they found soft cotton that was, to Zoey’s surprise, already wet. She hummed in surprise and began delivering small, gentle strokes, leaving Mira reeling instantly.. She exhaled into a shuddering breath.
“Poor unnie,” Zoey cooed. “Always having to be so tough for everyone. You deserve to be spoiled once in a while.”
Her fingertips pressed into Mira, and Mira gasped heavily.
“Z-Zoey…”
Rumi had stayed silent for several minutes at this point, simply watching things unfold. But it was starting to affect her too, seeing Mira like this. Maybe, just this once, she could let them have their fun… but as the leader she had to remain composed.
She clenched her thighs together.
As Zoey watched Mira fall into bliss beneath her, she smiled. How long had Mira been hiding the desire to be on the receiving end like this?
“I want to know everything you want,” she sighed dreamily. “How deep does this streak run?”
Mira’s face turned redder. She squirmed beneath Zoey’s fingertips, struggling to form an answer.
“It’s… bad.”
“How bad? Tell me.”
There was an uncomfortable pause. If Mira took too long to answer, Zoey’s hand might recede from between her legs. The thought was unbearable.
“… …Do you remember that BL manhwa you told me about? With the… mafia guy?”
Zoey’s eyes widened. Her hand slowed.
“Wait, really?”
Mira couldn’t bring herself to look at the girl straddling her.
I can’t believe I fucking said that, she thought, but nodded nonetheless.
The hand between her thighs came to a stop as she had anticipated. It withdrew slowly.
No no no.
A thoughtful look formed on Zoey’s face, and she sat upright.
“Well then,” she began, slowly climbing off of her bandmate and standing up. She cleared her throat, as if to prepare for something. “Sit up.”
Mira looked at her warily. She rose, slowly, her thighs a bit shaken from sudden lack of contact as she folded her calves beneath her and sat in the center of the couch on her knees. And though she glanced to Rumi, she was quickly corrected.
“Don’t look at her,” Zoey said firmly. “I’m right here.”
Commands sounded strange in her voice, like she wasn’t quite sure if they were the right words. But then again, Zoey wasn’t typically a demanding person, especially toward the other girls; she often opted to ‘go with the flow’ for the good of the group, even if she disagreed internally. Conflict avoidance was basically her middle name.
So she was surprised to see Mira immediately snap back to her when prompted, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Zoey was unable to help the giggle that left her mouth. She stepped forward to Mira, who seemed surprisingly attentive all of a sudden, and set a hand on her cheek with a smile.
“You’re so pretty. And such a good listener.”
Mira exhaled softly, as though the compliment warmed her. But it wasn’t enough. Her hips shifted slightly, anxious for the touch they no longer had, and it was hard for her to hide. Zoey glimpsed down at Mira’s lap.
“Restless?”
Mira whined wordlessly beneath her breath. As Zoey caressed her cheek, her thumb brushed against Mira’s lips—which, instinctively, parted ever so slightly.
“Use your words,” Zoey instructed. She couldn’t help but giggle despite trying to be firm; it just wasn’t in her nature to be terse, and seeing her girlfriend in such a state had her enamored.
Mira swallowed.
“I… need your touch,” she voiced. As she felt Zoey’s finger glide along her lower lip, she fought the urge to take it into her mouth. But Zoey just smiled, bending down slightly until they were eye to eye.
“Have you earned it?”
The throbbing between Mira’s hips intensified. She shook her head.
“…No.”
“‘No’ what?”
Mira shuddered.
“No, ma’am.”
Zoey seemed to have gotten the hint perfectly when she had brought up the manhwa: be forward with me. Harsh, even. And don’t be afraid if it hurts me.
She would have to wait and see if Zoey understood the last part.
“Show me.”
The response took Mira off guard.
“I—… What—”
She looked around, flustered; Zoey repeated herself.
“Show me what you need!” she said, strangely cheerful in her tone. “Like a good girl.”
She waited, smiling patiently. After a few seconds, Mira’s hand slowly slipped between her own thighs.
It had been a while since Zoey had seen Mira this embarrassed. It was one of her favorite things, though, seeing their stoic visual frazzled. And to see her this way while she touched herself… It was enough to make Zoey’s own legs weak. But she was dedicated to making sure Mira got to explore her needs properly.
She stood there, watching in awe as Mira trembled beneath her own care, her breath slowly growing labored. What started in silence soon became interlaced with quiet huffs and moans, and Mira found herself unable to look into Zoey’s eyes. Suddenly her thigh twitched, an involuntary spasm that caused her to falter, and Zoey caught her gently with a hand on the shoulder.
“It’s okay, baby; I’ve got you,” she said quietly, allowing Mira to lean into her as she tried to find her pace once more. Zoey brushed the hair out of Mira’s face, and when the moans had reached a particular peak—
“Stop.”
Mira cursed beneath her breath, her legs shaking. She wasn’t close, not yet, but being suddenly made to stop…
She must have seemed pathetic. Unable to help it, she looked to Rumi.
Is she…?
Rumi was indeed still watching, though she was no longer as stoic as she first appeared. Her hand had slipped between her own legs, moving in slight but purposeful motions gently as she stared at Mira…though she seemed as though she was trying not to draw attention to it.
“What did I say about looking at her?”
Immediately, Mira’s attention came back once more. She felt Zoey’s fingers twitch against her face, as if stricken with hesitation on what to do next. Mira knew why, though; it was part of why she had been mortified to mention the manhwa.
She nodded slightly.
“Do it,” she whispered. “It’s okay.”
The rigid, taunting persona Zoey had been channeling disappeared for a moment.
“Mira…”
“Please. I can handle it.”
Zoey stared at her for a moment, worry etched into her face. As if to encourage her, Mira once more glanced disobediently to Rumi.
And with a grounding breath, Zoey drew back her hand and slapped Mira, hard, across the face.
“Zoey!”
Rumi practically leapt out of her chair, stumbling forward. Zoey’s gaze was still fixed on Mira, waiting.
Steadily, Mira lifted her head once more. And when their eyes met, Mira looked… euphoric.
Her breath was a bit heavier, as though it were trying to adjust to what had just happened. She bit her lip gently.
“Fuck,” she breathed. Her eyes were shimmering with some strange form of wonder, the smallest hint of a smile now on her face.
For a brief second Zoey and Rumi locked eyes, speechless.
“Wow…” Zoey whispered. Hesitant at first, she reached out and stroked Mira’s stinging cheek with the backs of her fingers, her touch feather-light.
“I’m impressed… You are such a good girl, taking that,” she admitted. “Would you like a treat?”
Mira nodded, perhaps a bit too eagerly. Pleased with the answer, Zoey smiled and kissed Mira’s forehead before turning and approaching the counter of the dressing room. She hopped onto it, wiggling back to lean against the mirror, and lifted her skirt slowly. As Mira’s eyes fell between Zoey’s legs, Zoey smiled.
“Well? Are you going to make me wait?”
Mira scrambled off of the couch, crossing the room to Zoey with eager strides before kneeling before her. She stopped, just for a moment, to meet Zoey’s eyes and ensure she was allowed.
“Go ahead,” Zoey mewed. “I promise I won’t stop you this time.”
Zoey had barely finished the sentence before Mira’s tongue began its work, lapping hungrily but purposefully against her. She gasped, running both hands through Mira’s hair as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back against the mirror.
“Ohhh my god…”
She slid her hips forward, feeling the sharp crescents of Mira’s nails digging into her thighs. And as Mira hummed between her legs she felt a shiver of delight run up her spine. She wrapped Mira’s hair in her hand, tugging gently at first— and when she received a moan of approval, she pulled harder.
Mira’s own hips shifted needily, her thighs now slick with desire. Each little moan and sigh from Zoey excited her more, fueling her as her tongue flitted and teased along Zoey’s slit.
“Unnie… yes, there…”
The praise was… addicting. Mira kissed, licked, sucked Zoey’s folds, drawing out every bit of wetness she could before lapping it up like a starving dog. Her tongue circled the sensitive nub at the top, eliciting a sharp gasp and an even sharper tug of Mira’s hair.
Zoey opened her eyes slightly to admire Mira, hard at work between her thighs. She cut her eyes to Rumi, who was more blatantly tending to herself now, and motioned briefly with her hand before resuming her grip on Mira.
Beyond embarrassed, Rumi rose from her chair and crossed over to Zoey. They kissed, lips parting and tongues colliding, twisting around one another between breaths that were hot with need.
When they eventually parted, each gasping for air, Zoey cupped Rumi’s cheek in her hand. She opened her mouth to speak, though it took her several moments to form the words. Mira was making it difficult to think.
“You should… hah… give her s—… some praise…”
Rumi smiled, kissing her once more before kneeling beside Mira and trying to encourage her gently.
“You look so beautiful like this,” she sighed. She felt a bit silly, admittedly— she was still relatively new to sex, let alone things like dirty talk. But, she thought, it was something that Mira liked, and so she would try her best to be a part of it.
“Do you… want another reward?”
Mira’s ears seemed to perk up at the mention. Her lips parted from Zoey just long enough to curse and beg, in quick succession. And with that confirmation, Rumi slid her still-slick fingers between Mira’s thighs.
A sharp whine left Mira’s mouth, and she immediately found herself rolling against Rumi’s fingers, eagerly chasing bliss. Another tug of her hair from Zoey redirected her, but she was finding it more difficult to focus by the second.
She felt Zoey begin to clench in response to her efforts. And so she dragged her tongue up, wrapping her lips gently around Zoey’s clit and teasing it with gentle swirls and flits until Zoey’s hands fell from Mira’s head and gripped the counter beneath her.
“Mmf…! Mira…”
Barely managing to control her legs, Zoey wrapped them around Mira’s neck, pulling her as close as possible. She shut her eyes tight, slipping into quiet profane English.
“Fffuck, good girl, yes yes…! Mira!”
The orgasm tore out of her like a storm, Zoey’s body thrashing and convulsing against Mira’s mouth as if trying to fuck it senseless. At its peak they clung tight together, Pulsing hips gradually weakening in an aftershock that slowly drained all of the energy from Zoey’s body. Her arms went slack on the counter, fingers throbbing from an overused grip, and her body slouched against the mirror.
“Oh, god…”
She looked at Mira, whose eyes were now half open, mostly satisfied but still sparkling with lust. And despite their locked eyes, Mira sat back on her haunches, trembling, growing weak under Rumi’s affections.
“Doesn’t she look pretty?” Rumi sighed to her, as her eyes trailed up to Zoey. “You did good…” With her free hand she pulled damp strands of hair from Mira’s face, tucking them back behind her ear.
Above on the counter, Zoey shifted slightly. And then, after a moment of recollection, she slid off the counter and onto her feet.
She was still weak; as she stood she seemed to have all the grace of a newborn deer adjusting to its first steps. She quickly sank onto her knees before Mira, though, and held her face in her hands.
“You did such a good job,” she cooed with a smile that still twitched lightly in the aftermath of her orgasm. “Are you ready for your biggest reward?”
Mira nodded, and Zoey kissed her gently. “Good,” she whispered, leaning in to Mira’s ear with a gentle nip of the teeth. “Let go, baby.”
The words felt like magic— suddenly, every little peak of pleasure between her thighs seemed to shoot higher, repeat more frequently, and her awareness of it made it harder to speak. She panted, mouth hanging open.
“That’s right, don’t fight it… you’re so beautiful when you come, unnie… You’re ours, all ours. We’ll take care of you.”
Mira doubled forward, catching herself on Zoey, who giggled and wrapped her arms around Mira’s shoulders.
“But don’t get us caught; you have to be quiet.”
Mira wondered how such a simple sentence could make it even harder. And yet, she stammered increasingly fragmented moans, desperate for a release. Zoey smiled warmly and tapped her index finger to her lips.
“Do it here, okay?”
She kissed Mira, opening her mouth to let the moans spill inside of her. Rumi’s fingers pressed deeper into Mira, curling upward with firm intent against the soft area that made her gasp wildly into Zoey’s mouth.
“That’s our girl,” Rumi encouraged, echoing Zoey for a sense of familiarity, pressing repeatedly against that same spot until Mira couldn’t stand it anymore. Her desperate moans intermingled with Zoey’s hums of encouragement in a muffled duet that threatened to break free if they weren’t careful enough. Their teeth collided as Mira clawed at Zoey, her whimpers reaching fever pitch between the two girls.
As Mira buckled her pleading dragged into a long, shuddering cry against Zoey’s mouth. She felt her thighs, already drenched with slick, grow wetter, the sound of Rumi’s hand against her more pronounced. And with a staggering denouement that had been almost painful in its pleasure, Mira collapsed onto her forearms on the floor.
For a moment Mira lay there on her hands and knees, struggling to come back to reality. She felt Zoey, blowing cool air on her forehead; Rumi, brushing her hair gently.
“You okay, unnie?” Zoey asked softly.
Mira, still trembling, bowed her head in what was assumed by the others to be a nod.
“Good, good,” Zoey answered. “You were amazing.” She continued to blow cool against Mira’s temple, smiling warmly at her. “There is one little issue, though…”
With nothing but a curious grunt, Mira lifted her head to look at Zoey— who smiled awkwardly.
“You did kinda sorta… squirt. Like, big time.”
“I what?”
Her head dropped and she looked between her legs. They were, in fact, shimmering-wet, and just beneath her the blue-grey carpet was a shade darker. Mira took a deep breath.
“…Fuuuuuuuuck,” she whispered.
“It’s okay!” Zoey said, trying to offset Mira with a positive attitude. “We’ve got time. We can make this place look normal before makeup gets here. It’s like, what, an hour or a little more? That’s plenty of time.”
She seemed, mostly, to be trying to convince herself. But Rumi nodded.
“You’re right,” she said in the disciplined but kind voice she often used as their leader, “it’ll be fine. But also…” She glanced to the visual who lay crumpled between them. “Wow, Mira.”
Mira grunted in annoyance.
“I don’t wanna hear it.”
Zoey lifted Mira’s head in her hand and kissed her. “Nobody’s making fun of you. It just surprised us.”
She slowly rose to her feet, flattening out her rumpled clothes and looking around. “Okay!” she panted. “Where do we start?”
Rumi looked around briefly before standing as well. “Tidy the counter you messed up, and I’ll check the closet for any supplies?”
They both set off around the room, determined to cover their tracks before anyone arrived. By the time Mira stood, both of the girls were fully engrossed in their own tasks.
“Hey, um…”
They both paused and turned to Mira who seemed, once again, to be having a hard time looking at either one of them.
“I’m gonna be too embarrassed to bring this kinda stuff up ever again; I’m already kinda mortified, so like… thanks for indulging me, I guess.”
Zoey bounced toward Mira, throwing her arms around her.
“There’s nothing embarrassing about it!” she insisted. “Honestly, I could really get the hang of toying with you. How do you feel about pet names? Ooh, or a collar!”
Mira coughed, attempting to dodge the question. “Uh… Well…”
She felt Rumi’s hand settle on her shoulder warmly.
“I mean… the slap kinda freaked me out at first. Maybe we’ll leave that part to Zoey.”
Mira chuckled.
“Damn. My loss.”
“What? Why?”
Mira’s eyes trailed up and down Rumi’s body in a surge of her trademark confidence. “I was hoping to try and draw the demon out of you. I’ve seen those claws and teeth.”
She smirked as Rumi’s patterns flared in a flustered pink.
“Anyway,” she said, leaving her leader to cope with her own embarrassment, “I love you guys. Thanks. Now let’s clean up this crime scene fast. I’m fucking starving.”