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Being on the track team hadn’t been Mira’s first choice, but ballet wasn’t something her parents approved of.
Dancing won’t get you anywhere.
Look at the Cho’s daughter, they have to pay her teachers to let her dance in the ensemble. The ensemble!
No daughter of mine will pursue useless art over the family’s business.
So she did the next best thing that came to mind that would fit her lithe form. Running like her life depended on it, when the start signal came. Her parents still didn’t necessarily approve, but if she did well, she could at least get a scholarship and choose a college on her own, and live those years without having to depend on their money too much.
And then Rumi entered the picture. Beautiful with her purple hair and big brown eyes and a smile that made Mira melt into a puddle on the inside.
Mira had known she was gay, since she was, like, ten, so Rumi definitely wasn’t the first girl she’d had a crush on, but… yeah.
It also wasn’t a secret that Mira was a lesbian, so she always tried to keep to herself in the locker room. Eyes on her clothes, on the locker, on her shoes and getting out as fast as possible. But then there was Rumi. New to the school, new to the team, who chose the locker right next to her, because they had a few classes together.
Mira tried. She really tried. But with Rumi bumping shoulders with her, laughing and talking about everything and nothing while they were changing, she couldn’t stop herself from glancing. It was rude not to look at the person you were having a conversation with after all. Just a quick look out of the corner of her eye. Maybe two looks.
Every person on their team was fit and conventionally attractive like this was some high school drama show, but Rumi… Mira was just very attracted to her, okay?
So Mira tried extra hard to be respectful. Not interpreting too much into every little touch and word, keeping her eyes extra focussed on everything else.
But then she caught Rumi looking at her, too. And not just glancing, but looking when Mira was just in her underwear, all sweaty after their training. Rumi was sporting a blush Mira would categorize as full body strawberry cosplay.
Mira quickly looked away before Rumi would notice that Mira had seen her and would feel embarrassed about it.
Later Mira was lying on her bed, staring at her phone, at her chat with Rumi. She rubbed her eyes under her glasses - they were always so dry after she’d taken out her contact lenses. And of course she'd forgotten to use the eye drops.
“Just do it,” she mumbled to herself, tapping the corner of her phone against her forehead, “what’s the worst that could happen?”
She could be disgusted.
“No, she wouldn’t, she was the one looking at me like that.”
Just because she looked, doesn’t mean she’s queer and wants to date you.
“But if I don’t try, I’ll never know,” Mira sighed into the room, “shit, why is this so hard?”
Her phone vibrated in her hand, almost making her drop it on her face. As if she’d summoned it, her lock screen showed a new message from Rumi.
[Rumi:]
hey
Mira bit her lip, her thumbs hovering over the screen. The bubble indicating that Rumi was typing showed up. Then it vanished. Then popped up again. And then vanished again. Her pulse started to quicken, started to echo loud in her ears.
[Mira:]
hey yourself
[Rumi:]
so uhm
idk how to ask this
so I’m just gonna
is there someone u like?
like
like like
ykwim
Oh God, Mira could feel her pulse in her throat now, making it hard to swallow. Her hands were getting a little bit clammy, and the collar of her shirt suddenly felt tight around her neck. Oh. Oh oh oh.
Don't fuck this up now, Mira.
[Mira:]
yeah, I’m into someone
thought about asking her out actually
[Rumi:]
oh
okay
cool cool cool
A grin spread on her lips, the tip of her tongue between her teeth, while she tried to find the right words.
Just do it, just do it, just do it.
[Mira:]
so
u free tmrw afternoon?
wanted to check out the new ice cream place
they got that peppermint chocolate stuff u like
even though vanilla hazelnut is way superior
The following seconds felt like hours. Every possible answer from Rumi popped up in her head, making her foot tap anxiously against her sheets.
[Rumi:]
oh
OH
yeah I’m free tmrw
ice cream sounds good
:)
just, y’know, for my brain
I’m the person u’re into and wanted to ask out, right?
Mira couldn’t help herself - she giggled. Actually giggled. Good that she was alone in her room right now, or she’d have to kill everyone who would’ve witnessed that.
[Mira:]
yes, Rumi :)
Without thinking, Mira tapped the ‘call’ button. She wanted to do this properly, at least somewhat.
Mira could hear a soft squeak from Rumi as she picked up.
“Hey, uhm, I just wanted to do this right, so,” Mira took a deep breath, trying to keep calm, “can I pick you up after school and take you on a date tomorrow?”
Mira could barely finish the question when Rumi was already answering, “Yes, yes yes yes.”
“If I knew you’d be so enthusiastic about it, I’d have asked you out sooner.”
“Shut up,” Rumi said, but Mira could clearly hear her smile, making her smile from ear to ear as well.
Her first kiss with Rumi tasted like peppermint chocolate and vanilla hazelnut ice cream.
Dating Rumi was easy.
And not because Mira thought she was a simple person, or, you know, an easy girl. But because their relationship was comfortable, a thing she didn’t need to think about too much. They just fit. She could be herself around Rumi, even when things at home sucked.
The first time her father said he was proud of her was when she presented as an Alpha. Now she was really worthy of taking over a high position in his company when she finished college. She would still be under her older brother of course, but she’d be someone.
It didn’t make her feel good in the slightest. Mira saw how other Alphas behaved at school, and whenever her dad’s colleagues were at their home, and she did not want to spiral into someone so potentially aggressive and knotheaded. Aside from not wanting to work for her father, like, at all.
And then Rumi presented as an Alpha as well some time later, and both of them didn’t change all that much, except for their pheromones going ham and being a little bit more possessiveness from time to time. They could take suppressants, but their coach didn’t want their performance on the running track to be affected by them, and since they trained almost every day and had competitions on most weekends…
But not taking them also meant Mira woke up one morning, feeling hot all over, as if she had a fever. She was so sweaty, her sheets were soaked. Urgh, her shirt felt too tight, as did her pajama shorts. Her pheromones were so thick in her room, she almost choked on them. Her lower stomach felt like it was coiled tight, and far too hot, and-
She shifted her hips and thighs. Everything felt weird.
Oh no.
Mira lifted her blanket and looked at her crotch.
Oh no.
A very embarrassing walk down the hallway and an even more embarrassing talk with her mother, and she was allowed to stay home for the day, maybe longer depending on-
Depending on how long her first rut would last.
She hid under her blanket, until it got too warm underneath it. Tried not to move too much, and pushed a pillow on her crotch so she wasn’t visually reminded of what was happening right now.
Her phone vibrated on the nightstand.
[Princess <3:]
good morning babe
u okay?
u weren’t in the parking lot and I didn’t see ur car
[Mira:]
not coming to school today
don't know if I’m coming tmrw
[Princess <3:]
aaww, are u sick? :(
should I come over later?
[Mira:]
nooooo
no no no
u should stay far away
A second later Mira’s phone vibrated in her hands with an incoming call. For a moment she actually contemplated just ignoring it, but she knew Rumi would ditch school and climb through her window if she didn’t pick up now.
“Stay far away from you? What the hell, Mir?”
“Shouldn’t you be in class?” Mira went for a bit of lightness and humor, trying to ignore how her body reacted to Rumi’s voice. God, if Rumi’s voice was enough under normal circumstances… Mira pressed the pillow down harder.
“Don’t change the subject. What’s going on?”
“It’s embarrassing,” Mira’s body was already flushed from everything happening right now, but she felt her cheeks heat up even more.
“Embarrassing? Babe, you drove me home after I got my wisdom teeth removed and was talking all kinds of gibberish about submarines, and then passed out again after I tried to kiss you with blood dribbling out of my mouth,” Rumi took a breath after her little rant, "we've seen each other naked, I think I can handle whatever it is.”
“Fine,” Mira groaned, then lowered her voice to a whisper, “my first rut started.”
“Oooooh, damn,” Rumi let it sit for a moment, Mira could only hear her soft breathing, “I mean we knew it would happen at some point.”
“Babe, I woke up with a boner in my pants, I think I’m allowed to freak out a bit,” Mira whined pathetically. Yes, of course she had known it would happen, but knowing it and it actually happening to her body right now were two different things.
“Oh shit, I didn’t even think about that,” Rumi mumbled, then she chuckled, “heh, you don’t want to take a pic for me, do you?”
“Oh my God, are you serious? I will not send you a dick pic right now.”
“Aw, but I will see it at some point anyway,” Rumi’s voice was soft and coaxing, making it twitch slightly.
“Could you not… talk like that,” Mira hissed into her phone.
“Talk like what?” Rumi 's voice dropped lower, just like the last time they’d been intimate, when she made Mira come without a touch. “Come on, Mir, just a little pic for your girlfriend who you love so much.”
“You’re evil.”
“Only a little bit.”
“Fine, but if you don’t like it, you have to live with it. And when you have this problem for the first time yourself, I will tease you so much you will beg me to stop,” Mira huffed, putting Rumi on speakerphone, taking the pillow away from her lap. “Just wait a minute, I don’t even-”
How could she make this at least somewhat aesthetically pleasing?
Mira tried to reposition it so her shorts didn’t look like a fucking tent, pulling the fabric down, making it more of a bulge. She pointedly ignored the little shocks every touch sent through her.
She quickly took a picture, before she could second-guess herself, and sent it to Rumi.
“You really need to wear those compression shorts, babe, or every Alpha in school will get jealous, when you randomly get hard until you've adjusted,” she could basically hear Rumi grin, “and maybe you should take care of that situation before your crotch explodes.”
“Oh my God, shut up.”
The first time Mira really noticed Zoey was on her way to class. Zoey was sitting in a corner on the floor of the hallway, big headphones on, reading some book, and mouthing every word as her eyes flit over the pages.
She looked cute with her colorful baggy pants, a long sleeved crop top and her black hair in space buns. All concentrated and focussed. It made Mira smile.
She didn’t really notice she’d stopped in the middle of the hallway, until Rumi hugged her from behind.
“Hm, everything okay?”
“Yeah, sorry, just got distracted,” Mira turned around to give Rumi a kiss, then took her hand and walked to their shared class with Rumi at her side.
From that day on Mira noticed Zoey everywhere in school. In the cafeteria, in the library, sitting on the bleachers, in the parking lot when she got into her brother’s car.
And Rumi noticed Mira noticing.
“Do I need to be worried about you staring at Jinu’s cute, younger sister all the time?” Rumi asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh, so you think she’s cute?” Mira grinned at her, dipped some fries into ketchup and threw them into her mouth.
She was ready for Rumi’s scent to turn sour with jealousy, but Rumi just smiled at her, biting her bottom lip.
“Think you can handle two girlfriends, Mir?”
And that was that.
Funnily enough, behind all their confidence they were still nervous to ask Zoey out. For Mira it felt like asking Rumi all over again. So many scenarios in her head, where Zoey would reject them, laugh at them, or Rumi just decided she didn’t want to share Mira after all, or would leave her over everything.
But despite Mira’s little anxiety spiral it all worked out, and they managed to go on a date with Zoey. Managed to turn their couple into a throuple.
It was weird at first, their whole relationship dynamic completely new and different now. Mira and Rumi tried their best to include Zoey in everything, but of course it wasn’t always that easy. But they did try, and Zoey was eager to just be with them.
It was also very weird to spend time with each other when it wasn’t all three of them. But between school, track, friends and family it wasn’t possible. So they adjusted, communicated, made it work so no one felt left out.
That’s how Mira and Zoey found themselves sitting on Mira’s bed, just the two of them, watching some movie or other on the TV on the opposite wall, while Rumi was at an event with her aunt.
Mira had her arm wrapped around Zoey's shoulders, Zoey snuggled perfectly into her side, mouthing every word of the movie and even miming some stuff that happened on the screen. She nuzzled her nose into Zoey's hair and breathed her in. The suppressants dimmed her scent a lot, but after she'd gotten a nosefull of Zoey's pheromones weeks ago, she could recognize the notes of fresh cut grass and honey anytime.
“You're not paying attention,” Zoey poked her side, tilted her head up to look at Mira through her lashes.
“You're more interesting,” Mira kissed Zoey's forehead, smiling when she saw the blush on Zoey's cheeks, “I like watching you enjoy the movie.”
Zoey bit her bottom lip, her hand now on Mira's shirt, fingers splayed over her stomach. “What else do you like?”
“Hmm, let me think,” Mira turned a bit so she could look properly at Zoey, then leaned in to kiss her cheek, “I like your freckles,” she brushed a strand of hair behind Zoey's ear, running her fingertips softly over the skin there, “I like that sensitive spot right here,” she cupped her jaw and brushed her thumb over Zoey's bottom lip, “and I like your mou-”
Zoey surged forward and connected their lips, silencing the end of her sentence. This kiss was fast and messy, full of energy that seemed to pour out of Zoey in waves. Mira could barely keep up, but took everything Zoey wanted to give. All the affection and emotion and tension that was quickly building between them.
“Do you want to know more?” Mira mumbled against Zoey's lips in between gasps. When Zoey nodded, Mira cleared her throat and put a bit of distance between them. She couldn't think when Zoey's lips were just a hairsbreadth away.
“I like it when you sit on my lap and I can wrap my arms around your waist,” maybe Mira had ulterior motives - who could blame her.
A cheeky smile spread on Zoey's lips, before she got on her knees and swung one leg over Mira's. Her hands settled on Mira's shoulders, while Mira placed her hands on Zoey's lower back.
“I like the way you look at me, when we've just kissed or are about to,” Mira pecked Zoey's lips softly, “I like that little sound you make when you enjoy a touch,” Zoey's breath hitched when Mira let her fingertips run just under the waistband of Zoey's shorts, “and I like you. A whole lot.”
Zoey's eyes were half-lidded now, lips slightly parted, her fingers curled into the fabric of Mira’s shirt.
“If you wanted to get into my pants, you're doing a very good job,” Zoey breathed out with a laugh.
Mira let her head thud back against the headboard, her hands moving over Zoey's waist, down to her thighs. Which were very bare under the tiny shorts Zoey was wearing.
“I mean, of course I'd love to, but I know you're not ready, and Rumi isn't here.”
“Yeah…” Zoey brushed her fingers over Mira's shoulders, to the collar of her shirt, caressing the skin there, up her neck, until she was cupping Mira's cheeks, “but maybe we could kiss some more?”
“We could definitely do that, baby,” Mira grinned when she felt a shiver go through Zoey at the pet name. Mira waited, waited for Zoey to lean back in, while she drew circles on Zoey's thighs with her fingertips.
And then they were kissing again, lips perfectly slotted together. Slow, deep, like they had all the time in the world to explore and enjoy each other.
Zoey's hands were tangled in her hair, while Mira moved her hands back to Zoey's lower back to pull her closer, bringing them flush together. She dipped her fingers under the hem of Zoey's shirt to find soft skin.
Mira could feel her pheromones becoming stronger with every kiss, every swipe of Zoey's tongue, and every nip of Zoey's teeth on her bottom lip. When she heard Zoey heavily inhale through her nose, followed by a soft groan, Mira knew she was probably pumping out a lot right now. Mira wanted to apologize, maybe stop for now until she had calmed down, but then she could hear a soft purr coming from Zoey.
That sound made heat spread in her stomach and further down where Zoey was straddling her.
Her hands were under Zoey's shirt now, tracing random patterns across her back until her fingers reached the lace of Zoey's bra.
Yes, Mira and Rumi were having sex, and they've done stuff with Zoey before, but mostly just making out and exploratory touches over clothes.
So Mira stopped there, sucking on Zoey's lip, before leaning back and letting it go with a quiet pop. Her thumbs were caressing Zoey's sides, her ribs, the lacy edges of the elastic cloth.
They've locked eyes with each other. Zoey's pupils were slightly blown, her lips now kiss swollen and wet. A groan rumbled through Mira's chest at the sight of Zoey looking like that on top of her.
Before she could ask, if it was okay to keep going, Zoey reached back behind herself - Mira felt the bra loosen under her thumbs. Then Zoey grabbed Mira's wrists and guided her hands under her bra and onto her naked breasts.
They both gasped at the sensation of touching, of being touched somewhere they hadn't before. Mira could feel Zoey's nipples harden under her palms. For a few drawn out moments they stayed like that, just breathing each other in, getting used to the new sensation between them.
Mira was suddenly very aware that she wasn't wearing her compression shorts anymore, having taken them off when she got home.
“It's okay, you can touch some more,” Zoey whispered against Mira's lips, breathing out a low moan, when Mira squeezed lightly.
If Zoey moved the slightest bit on top of her, she would feel the effect she had on Mira.
“I think we should take a break, baby,” she tried to keep calm, keep her breathing under control. This was just some soft touching and kissing, she wasn't a young, horny teenager for fuck’s sake. Even though her crotch had other ideas right now.
“Why?” Zoey leaned back, adjusting herself on Mira's lap. A hiss escaped Mira’s mouth.
Mira wasn't prepared for the raised eyebrow and smug smile that spread on Zoey's lips after she’d glanced down between them. Mira cleared her throat.
“I don't want to make you uncomfortable.”
“But I’ve touched you before,” Zoey looked a little bit confused.
“Yeah, with your hand, over my jeans,” not that Mira had catalogued every little touch in her mind, nope, not at all, “but this is more intimate, when you, you know, sit on me.”
“I don't mind, as long as you're okay with it. It feels good when I know you're aroused because of me,” Zoey came closer to kiss Mira's cheeks, shifting on top of her again, “I like it.”
Mira's hands were still very much on Zoey's breasts, so she moved her thumbs now, to feel, to caress, to coax that little sound out of Zoey. Without much preamble Zoey was flush against her again, Mira's hands trapped between them, as they continued kissing. Deep and with an urgency Mira hadn't anticipated.
She could feel the warmth of Zoey's bare thighs that bracketed her own, the warmth of where Zoey was now sitting completely on top of her. The warmth of Zoey's hands as they slipped under the collar of Mira's shirt to run her fingers over Mira's skin. The warmth of Zoey's mouth, her tongue, their shared gasps and moans.
Shit.
Mira felt herself twitch in her boxer shorts. This was turning out to be a lot very quickly. Her pulse jumped under Zoey's thumbs as she brushed her neck.
More kisses, more touches, making a tingle spread throughout her whole body.
Fuck, they really needed to stop soon, or-
Zoey rolled her hips.
Oh no.
Mira wrapped her arms around Zoey's waist and held her close, her forehead dropping onto Zoey's shoulder as a feeling like a lightning bolt turned liquid heat zapped through her and made her shudder. An undignified whimper escaped her, as her hips twitched once, twice-
Oh my G-
She groaned against the fabric of Zoey's shirt, as a flush made her feel hot all over in a different, more embarrassing way. Her boxer shorts definitely had a very wet spot now.
Zoey's fingers were soft as they carded through her hair, massaging her scalp.
Well fuck.
“I know that sounds like a cliche, but that hasn't happened, well, not never, but it hasn't happened in a long time,” Mira still didn't raise her head to look at Zoey.
“It's okay, Mir,” Zoey cupped her flushed cheeks and tilted her head up, Zoey's own cheeks all red as well and was looking at her with such a beautiful smile, it made Mira melt a little bit more. She placed a soft kiss on Mira's lips before she moved off her lap.
“I should- uh, yeah,” Mira motioned vaguely at her crotch and got up and off the bed. She quickly grabbed a new pair of boxer shorts and sweatpants out of her wardrobe, and slipped into her en suite.
Her phone vibrated in the back pocket of her pants, before she could even take them off.
[Babygirl <3:]
pls don't be embarrassed
it was very hot
can't wait to do this again
and maybe more
with both of u
Mira breathed out loudly through her nose.
“You can't text me something like that, and expect me to be all normal and not aroused when I come back out,” she said loudly through the bathroom door, while she stripped and started to clean herself.
Zoey's answering laugh made her heart stutter and let butterflies explode in her stomach.
Rumi couldn't stop laughing when Mira told her, but didn't fare any better when things got a bit heated between her and Zoey as well.
They were just absolutely gone for this wonderful person - body, heart and mind.
Prom night was the most cliche event to have The First Time™️, but with college applications, finals and their track competitions Mira and Rumi didn't have time to actually make time for them and Zoey. Or at least not enough to make it something special.
So they ditched the party at 10pm, jumped into Mira's car and drove to the secluded part of the beach where they'd had their first date.
It was a warm night, barely any clouds and the moon and the stars bright in the sky. Mira hadn't drunk any alcohol - not that there was any at the prom of course - but Rumi and Zoey were a bit tipsy and sang loudly to whatever song was on the radio.
They both looked so pretty. Rumi in her sparkly, knee-length, dark blue dress with a slit up her left thigh, and Zoey in a matching dark blue suit with a paisley pattern, and a white dress shirt underneath. She even wore a cute bowtie.
It didn't take long until they were at the beach, Rumi and Zoey kept on belting their hearts out into the quiet of the night, while Mira grabbed their extra big blanket, a few towels, their snack basket and the two camping lights she’d had the foresight to pack. Fumbling in the dark could be romantic, but if they tried to do more than fumble, a little bit of visibility wouldn't be all that bad.
The smell of the sea, of the warm day still cooling off, was enveloping them with a soft breeze.
Mira watched as Zoey slipped her arm through Rumi's, trying to keep her balance on the sand.
“You know, you could get away with skinny dipping, no problem,” Mira said loud enough so her girlfriends could hear her, grinning around every word, as she echoed Zoey's idea from their first date.
Zoey gasped, turning around without letting go and almost making Rumi stumble in her haste. “Oh my God, that is the best idea.”
“Then you should help me set everything up, so we can get into the water faster.”
Mira had never seen Zoey run so fast, only slowed down by the difficult terrain. Quickly she handed Zoey the blanket and one of the camping lights, and off she went to a spot near the water. Close enough, but not too close so they wouldn't get sprayed with water.
“You just made her very happy, babe.” Rumi wrapped her arm around Mira's waist and watched Zoey zip around to put down the blanket properly as they walked over to her.
“Let's hope we can make her even happier.” Mira grinned at her and leaned in to give Rumi a soft kiss.
When they reached the blanket Zoey was already tugging off her bowtie, her suit jacket came next.
“Someone's eager,” Rumi said teasingly and put her hair up in a bun.
“I've been dreaming about this since our first date, of course I'm eager.” The buttons of her dress shirt were quickly undone, as was the button on her suit pants.
Before Mira or Rumi could even start to undress Zoey was already in her underwear, standing all proud above her pile of clothes in a superhero pose.
“Can one of you unzip me?” Rumi turned around so Mira or Zoey could step up and help her.
“Yes, me me me.”
Mira put everything she’d carried down, placing the camping light on the opposite side of the other so they had a nice illuminated spot. Then she looked back at Zoey who was almost reverently pulling down the zipper of Rumi's dress, placing kisses on every inch of skin that got revealed.
“Can you help me, too, baby?” Mira asked as soon as Rumi was letting the dress slip down her body. Her own burgundy dress had a zipper on the side, but she wouldn't pass up the opportunity for Zoey to undress her.
“Of course, m’lady,” Zoey stepped in front of her, letting both her hands run up and down Mira's sides in search of the zipper. “Where is it, where is it…” Zoey mumbled to herself, trying to keep a grin under control as her questioning fingers roamed everywhere over Mira's body where the zipper definitely wasn't.
“It feels like you want me to keep this dress on. But if you want to touch me, I bet it'll be more fun, if I'm not wearing it anymore,” Mira's voice dropped a little bit when Zoey traced the hem of the dress on Mira's thigh.
“Yeah, I guess you're right. You both just look really gorgeous tonight, and I know we took pictures, but you in that dress, it’s just… wow.”
Mira felt herself blush, glad about the dim light that would hide it.
“But skinny dipping is more important.” Finally, Zoey dragged the zipper down, until Mira could shimmy out of the dress, more or less carefully putting it on the edge of the blanket.
Mira and Rumi hadn't worn bras under their dresses, so they were only in their compression underwear now, while Zoey still wore a pretty, black lace combo.
“Just so we're on the same page, I know we talked about it, but nothing has to happen tonight.” Rumi stepped over and took Zoey's hand in her own. “I just want to spend an amazing night with my favorite people.”
“Well I definitely want to see you two naked,” Zoey grinned and squeezed Rumi's hand.
“If we make you uncomfortable with, you know,” Mira patted her crotch, “we can leave the shorts on.”
“I know how Alpha anatomy works for women, y'all are growers, not showers.”
“Oh my God,” Mira and Rumi whispered simultaneously, while Zoey kept going.
“I’ve felt you up when you were hard, it never made me uncomfortable, I love you both, I wanna see you and experience this with you and now we're gonna get naked and in the water. Last one bite the seagulls!”
Before either Mira or Rumi could react, Zoey got rid of her underwear, winked at them and started to run towards and into the water.
The I love you was still echoing in Mira's mind. They've said it a few weeks ago, and since then Zoey used every opportunity to say it. Playful, honest, whispered, or just as a goodbye - it never got old.
“How is she real?” Mira watched as Zoey splashed through the water, until it reached just above her navel.
“I don't know, but I'm glad she wants to be real with us.”
“Same. Now,” Mira hooked her thumbs into her underwear and shoved it down her legs, “I think you're about to get bitten by the seagulls, babe.”
And off she went, laughing at the offended yelp from Rumi behind her, and even though Rumi beat her on the race track, the headstart gave Mira an easy win.
The water was a little bit cold at first, but she just breathed through it, and didn't stop when she reached Zoey and just tackled her into the water.
“Mira! Oh my God, what the-” Zoey barely had time to breathe after she came back up, until Rumi was upon her, a little bit more gentle than Mira, but she still made them stumble and go down.
They all looked at each other once they had surfaced and then started laughing, running around, splashing each other, jumping on top of each other until they were breathless.
“I'm very glad we all wore waterproof makeup or we'd look like sad pandas now,” Zoey was floating on her back, not a care in the world, looking up at the sky.
Mira, the water reaching up to her breasts, waded over until she was next to Zoey and could give her a kiss on the cheek. “Hi, baby.”
“Hey, pretty lady.”
Mira brought her hands up to Zoey's back, just running them over the naked skin, enjoying the weightless feeling of herself and Zoey's body in front of her.
The moon was illuminating their little private space, so Mira could take in Zoey and whatever wasn't covered by the water in her floaty state. Zoey's breasts, her stomach, her thighs - Mira's fingers itched to touch more.
Rumi came closer as well on Zoey's other side, looking like a professional swimmer with her easy breaststrokes.
“Want to get out of the water? I feel like my skin is about to peel off.” Rumi put a hand on Zoey's stomach, splaying her fingers over the soft skin.
“Only if you both towel me off,” Zoey said with a grin, moving so she was vertical again and wrapped her arms around Rumi's shoulders.
They'd touched and held each other in various positions during their time in the water, but now, as Rumi cupped the back of Zoey's neck and pulled her into a kiss, a shift seemed to happen, the air charging up and thickening around them.
Mira reached out to put her hands on Zoey's waist and moved until she was flush against Zoey's back. Zoey's skin tasted like salt as Mira ran her lips over Zoey's shoulder with kisses, licks and soft bites.
Her hands wandered down, over Zoey's ass, over Rumi's hands that were holding onto Zoey's thighs, where Zoey had wrapped her legs around Rumi's waist.
With every touch, every move of their bodies, wet skin on wet skin, Mira's pulse quickened. Her fingertips tingled, heat spread through her stomach and she could feel herself growing until she was hard against Zoey's lower back.
“We really should-” Rumi tried to gasp out between kisses, “beach, blanket, please.”
“Probably a good idea with you two poking me,” Zoey said with an over the top chuckle, before kissing Rumi one more time. Mira knew that tone, Zoey was nervous and tried to ease herself into the situation.
Still, Mira closed her eyes and groaned, more than a little bit embarrassed. Her cheeks were burning so hard, she could probably be used as the stop light of a car right now.
They made their way out of the water and Mira instantly went for the basket and got out two large bottles of water, uncapped them and poured some of it over herself to get rid of the salt water. She very pointedly ignored her own arousal when she offered the bottles to Zoey and Rumi and watched them do the same. She tried to ignore it at least. They were already wet from their swim, but seeing the water droplets running down their naked bodies… Mira could feel herself twitch.
The fluffy towels came next. After quickly drying off herself, Mira began to dab at Zoey's front, Rumi was at her back. She locked eyes with Zoey as she rubbed the towel softly over Zoey's breasts, over her stomach, further down until Mira had to get down on her knees to pay attention to Zoey's legs. Then she leaned in and placed a featherlight kiss right under Zoey's navel.
Her nostrils flared, and a low growl started to rumble through her chest when she smelled Zoey’s arousal mixed with her pheromones. Zoey hadn't taken her suppressants today, so her scent was fully kicking in now.
Mira dropped the towel and brought her hands to Zoey's right leg, one on her calf, the other on the back of her thigh. Then she kissed Zoey's hipbone. She could hear a stuttery exhale coming from above and felt Zoey's muscles tremble slightly under her palms.
Rumi's fingers ghosted over Mira's hands as she did her own worshipping.
Mira's tongue came into play, when she moved to the top of Zoey's thigh, licking the last hints of salt from her skin with small strokes. Then back to Zoey's stomach, under her navel, until she reached soft curls.
She looked up, locking eyes with Zoey again, who was biting her bottom lips and looked at her with such a loving desperation that Mira groaned against her.
“Can I?”
Zoey nodded, her fingers clenching uselessly at her sides, before she remembered to use words. “Yes, please.”
Mira leaned in, taking one of Zoey's hands and guided it to the back of her head, and gave Zoey everything she could with her mouth and tongue, until Zoey's legs were shaking and Rumi had to wrap her arms around her so Zoey would keep standing.
Zoey's moans and whimpers, the taste of her, the smell of her - Mira’s head was spinning and she was pretty sure it would only need a small touch for her to explode.
Rumi carefully guided Zoey down onto the blanket so Zoey was leaning against her front. Mira shuffled closer until she was in between Zoey's legs.
“Everything okay, babygirl?” She kissed Zoey's knee and rubbed her hands over her thighs. Not to tease, but to ground.
“More than,” Zoey's chest was heaving, a beautiful flush all across it, “can you kiss me?”
“Of course, anything you want.” Mira leaned forward, hands on either side of Zoey’s stomach, careful not to brush too much against Zoey and kissed her slow and deep, catching Zoey's moan with her mouth.
“Do you want to keep going?” Rumi kissed Zoey's temple, hands resting on her stomach.
“Yeah, I want to touch you,” she turned her head to look at Rumi, then back to Mira, “both of you. And I want to feel you. This isn't just an experience for me, or about me, it's about us. So,” Zoey sat up, “can I touch you?”
“Yes, I definitely won't last long, but fuck yes,” Mira breathed out.
“But you always recover quickly, babe,” Rumi had her chin on Zoey's shoulder, smirking at her and wiggling her eyebrows.
“Shut up, at least I can go multiple times,” she stuck her tongue out at Rumi.
“But I last longer, we all got our pros and cons.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Mira rolled her eyes fondly, focussing on Zoey again who was watching them with an amused expression, “how do you want me, baby?”
“Lie down on your back, please.”
Mira was quick to oblige, grabbing an unused towel to use as a pillow.
Zoey began with running her fingers up Mira's thigh, fingernails scratching lightly over her skin, making Mira gasp already.
Shit, it really wouldn't take much.
Her pheromones were already spiraling, mingling with Rumi's familiar ones and welcoming Zoey's into their mix.
Zoey was just touching, exploring, not just with her hands, but with her eyes as well, taking in every reaction on Mira's face and the rest of her body. How every muscle jumped, how Mira's breath hitched and how desperately Mira really needed to be touched right freaking now.
“You okay over there?” Rumi watched all of it with a grin and hooded eyes, while she started touching herself.
For a second Zoey got distracted by the sight and stopped everything, just watched how Rumi moved her hand. Up and down, twisting her wrist, faster, slower, alternating everything until she had a rhythm she enjoyed.
“Baby,” Mira canted her hips upward, with a whine “focus, please.”
“Oh, right, sorry,” Zoey blushed, then caressed Mira's thighs again, inching closer to where Mira needed her.
And then, tentatively, she wrapped her hand around Mira. Just feeling, not moving, eyes glassy as she took it all in.
A full body shudder went through Mira. She had to bring her hands up to her head, fingers curling in the towel she was lying on, to not just take Zoey's hand and do it herself.
Zoey breathed out as if to calm her nerves, just squeezing once, twice, then slowly tried to recreate what she'd seen Rumi doing.
“Fuck,” Mira gasped, trying and failing to keep her hips still. With a surprisingly firm hand to her stomach, Zoey stopped her from thrusting upward again.
It was so careful, almost too slow, but it was Zoey and that was more than enough to drive Mira close to the edge. Her toes and fingers were already tingling, the heat was building, spreading until it was almost unbearable. Her eyes darted from Zoey's hand to Rumi, who had stopped and was breathing heavily, giving herself a break as she leaned back on her hands.
“I'm close, Zo,” Mira breathed out, moans tumbling out of her mouth more frequently now.
And then Zoey leaned down and licked-
“Fuck-”
She fell with a guttural groan.
Catapulted over the edge by a warm tongue and a soft, wet stroke. Her muscles trembled, then liquified as every body part seemed to be set on fire with her release. She crossed her arms over her face to calm herself down as Zoey kept moving slowly so she could ride it out.
Mira could feel the stickiness on her stomach and how sweaty she was with the soft breeze coming from the water and cooling her down.
“I'll clean her up, and then you're mine, baby,” Rumi's voice rumbled low, the blanket shifting next to Mira as she came closer, “could you get the condoms and the lube out of the basket?”
When Mira lifted her arms from her face, Rumi was already leaning in to clean her up with her mouth, humming against Mira's stomach, sending a new shiver down Mira's spine.
Zoey was reaching for the basket at the edge of the blanket, grabbing the items. “I don't know if we need the lube, but…”
“Just to be safe,” Rumi mumbled as she kept kissing Mira's skin, kissing her way up until she could press their lips together.
Mira felt all warm and melty now, the slow, deep kiss only adding to the comfortable feeling after being touched so intimately.
When they parted, Zoey was already there, lying on her side next to Mira, to take over and kiss her just as reverently, but with a satisfied smile on her lips. “Thank you, Mir.”
“For what? I should be thanking you.” Her brain power hadn't returned yet.
“For letting me see you fall apart, and for letting me be the reason for it.”
Another quick peck to Mira's lips, before she turned her head towards Rumi, watching as she rolled down the condom with practiced ease and uncapped the lube.
“Can I help you with this?”
“I don't know if I could handle your touch right now,” Rumi shook her head, doing it herself and getting herself ready.
“You're both so sensitive tonight, I thought we were past the coming in our pants part,” Zoey said with a laugh.
“All your fault.” Rolling onto her side and propping herself up, Mira kissed Zoey's cheek, then her neck until she could hear her sigh. Mira put her hand on Zoey's sternum, splayed her fingers and gently pushed so Zoey would lie down on her back. “Comfy?”
When Zoey nodded, she let her hand wander, teasing touches, riling Zoey up, just like she had done for her.
Then Rumi settled between Zoey's thighs, propped up on one elbow next to Zoey's head. Zoey and Rumi locked eyes, while Mira whispered praise, and love, and warmth into Zoey's ear.
She took in every little reaction while they found their rhythm, hand running over Rumi's back, then caressing Zoey's side.
Zoey wrapped her arms around Rumi's shoulders and pulled her completely on top of her, as they both started to tremble. Stuttering movements, hitched breaths and then just moans that got swallowed by each other's mouths.
It was intoxicating to watch. And a privilege, and urgh, Mira was about to tear up, while her girlfriends were coming down from their high.
When Rumi could move again and had rolled off, Zoey was all flushed and wore a lazy smile. A groan from deep within escaped her, then she turned to wrap her arm around Mira and tuck herself under Mira's chin.
Zoey started to purr contentedly - it made Mira's heart want to burst.
“You're still okay, baby?” Rumi joined them again with a small water bottle she put down next to them.
“Yes, just want you both to hold me,” she mumbled against Mira's skin.
“That we can definitely do,” Rumi snuggled up against her back, wrapping her arm around Zoey's waist so she was resting her hand on Mira's as well.
Mira pressed a kiss to the crown of Zoey's head, holding both her girlfriends as close as possible.
No matter what would happen in the future - college, work, life - as long as these two would hold her, and wanted to be held by her in return, everything would be okay.
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