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"Legs apart, mutt."
Rumi growled, teeth bared behind the wire of the muzzle. Spit dribbled down her chin and across the leather padding across her face. Her tail lashed against the chair cushions below her, tip barely grazing the floor.
"Keep acting out," Mira snarked, "that's what got you into this."
Mira and Zoey were naked on the couch just a few feet from her, Zoey positioned with her ass up for Rumi to see. All she needs to do is get up and walk over there. She could take hold of Zoey so easily.
Like putty in her hands. She knows Zoey would go along. Knows Zoey wouldn't mind the change in plans, just happy to get attention. Mira would though.
Her legs closed more, thighs pressing together around her dick. The moan that tore out of her throat was half played up, meant to get under Mira's skin.
"You just can't behave, can you?" The choreographer's voice was sharp, a warning in itself.
Rumi just snapped her teeth with what space she had in the muzzle. She watched Zoey whine and try to sit up as Mira stood. The taller woman just pushed her back down with a hand between her shoulder blades as she walked past.
"You start acting out the minute that collar goes on." Mira grabbed her muzzle in one hand, fingers threading through the wire and pulling her head forward and down. "You beg me to put it on you, and then you won't even be good for me."
Rumi's tail wrapped around Mira's thigh as she pushed against Mira's hand with a purr. She could talk, if she wanted to, but that took the fun out of it.
"A bad little dog acting out for attention." Mira mused, shoving Rumi back against the armchair as she let go. Her hands moved to pry Rumi's thighs apart, hooking the bend of each knee over the arms of the chair. She was utterly exposed.
Mira held her there. Rumi panted, eyes lingering on her own dick before trailing up to meet Mira's eyes.
"You just can't be good, can you?" She wasn't leaning in, lips brushing the wire of Rumi's muzzle. "Shame. Only good dogs get rewards. Well have to wait till you're housebroken to let you down from here."
The whine that ripped itself out of Rumi's throat was matched in desperation by Zoey's answering moan. She was looking over her shoulder at them, ass still in the air. Her hands clawed at the couch cushions in front of her.
Still, Rumi covered her desperate sound with a snarl. Her tail tightened around Mira's thigh as the choreographer tried to move away. Her claws reached for her, aiming to keep her here.
But Mira was faster. Leaning back when Rumi's body jerked up and forwards slightly in a vain attempt to reach her without sitting up any more. Mira just grabbed at Rumi's tail, trying to untangle it while the half demon grinned and kept winding it back around.
A hand grabbed the base of her tail, thumb pressing down on the underside. So close. So so close. Just a little further up-
Mira stepped away. Letting Rumi's tail flop down limply as it's owner blinked and took a deep breath.
"Keep your legs open, just like that. And don't touch yourself unless I tell you to." Mira commanded, turning and walking back to Zoey.
She trailed her finger tips gently up the maknae's spine, from ass to neck. "This is a good girl. So eager to please and so ready to take what I give her. She'd never act out like you."
Rumi shivered, claws digging into the fabric of the armchair around her. Her tail lashed. A growl bubbled up in her throat.
That growl was cut off with a moan as Mira laid back on the couch in front of Zoey, legs spread wide and pussy only a breath away from Zoey's reach. She held the girl back with a firm, but not harsh, grip on her hair.
Mira met Rumi's eyes, a cruel smirk playing at her lips. "Don't you want to be a good girl for me, Rumi? Don't you want a treat?"
She pulled Zoey forward, gasping and shuddering as she got straight to work. Mira held her there, hands letting go of her hair to rest behind her head instead. Her thighs fell a little further apart. Her head dropped back.
Zoey moaned and wiggled her hips, adjusting so her legs sat further apart. The sound of tearing fabric went ignored- Rumi went ignored. Her attempts at another snarl or growl cut off with each sharp breath Mira took in and every pleased hum and moan Zoey let out against the woman's cunt.
Her cock jumped, resting against her stomach and leaving a trail everywhere the head touched. Every heavy breath she took in moved it against her. Every stuttering jump of her hips against her better control had her curling forward a bit.
Focusing on her breathing wouldn't help this time. In fact, she doesn't think it's ever helped during sex at all. Shame.
It was taking everything in her to not jump up. To not pounce on Zoey and take what she wanted. Torn fabric and stuffing welled up between her fingers. The chair might not be salvagable after this.
Eyes would catch her own sometimes, half lidded and intense in their gaze. Mira checking to ensure Rumi stayed in her place even through the haze of her own pleasure.
The sounds were obscene. Slick mixing with whines. Zoey doing everything in her power to earn Mira's release, and Mira's own pleased sighs and barely restrained moans filling any possible gaps in the air.
Rumi didn't whine. Stuffing the sound down in her chest as it tried to escape. She was dignified. She just needed to be patient.
Mira's hand fisted into Zoey's hair again, pulling her closer and grinding down against her mouth. Her head hadn't risen for a minute now. Too lost in the haze of pleasure to notice...
Rumi tried not to make a sound as she took down her legs and rose to her feet. Her cock jumped as she placed her knee on the couch behind Zoey. The maknae noticed, she spread her legs further.
Mira kept going, unaware of Rumi's disobedience.
The half demon laid against her back slightly, dick sliding between Zoey's thighs and against her pussy. Careful not to slip inside, but taking the pleasure she could find. Zoey's thighs tightened around her. Rumi gasped quietly in her attempt to not make a sound.
The pace she set was hardly something controlled, rocking into the slick heat between Zoey's thighs, nudging against the smaller woman's clit. Zoey moaned against Mira, and Rumi had only half a mind to snap her eyes up.
Golden eyes met brown. Oh no.
The hand in Zoey's hair jerked up to grab at Rumi's muzzle instead. The half demon went with the movement, leaning down further over Zoey, hips stuttering for a second before picking up their pace.
"Bad dog." Mira huffed. "I might just need to keep you on a tighter leash."
Rumi rubbed her muzzled face along Mira's wrist just as soon as the other woman let go. Her tongue hung out through her fangs, drool pooling on it and dripping off with every thrust she gave. A high whine spilled out of her mouth. She let it. No need to stop it now she was getting what she wanted.
And suddenly she was yanked up by that muzzle, face angled upward and upper body lifting as Mira pushed her around. The choreographer lifted herself up and away from Zoey's mouth, legs shaking for only a second as she found her feet.
Rumi whined and tightened her hands around Zoey's waist, hips going faster in an attempt to get off before Mira could drag her away. Zoey moaned below her, face rubbing against the couch cushions and arms bracketing her head.
Mira grabbed the base of her tail. Her thrusting stuttered and slowed down. A finger rubbed the underside. Rumi shook her head, she couldn't fall for this again. Even if Mira was so so close. So capable of manhandling Rumi to be bent over and made to take her-
Rumi was pulled away from Zoey in no time. Mira's arms looped around under her thighs and around her chest. The chair was cold when she was set down.
She whimpered, soft and pleading. Claws dug into the arms of the chair as she scrambled to sit up. But Mira looped a thumb into the D-ring on her collar and pulled her down so her face was against the bottom cushion.
No words were spoken for a long moment. Mira didn't move and Rumi didn't try to break the silence. She stayed there, slowly sinking lower against the chair the longer it went on. She could feel Mira staring at her.
The cushion was rough against her shoulder and back as she slowly turned over. Mira kept staring until Rumi had shifted onto her back, half curled with a leg thrown over an arm and the other bent against the back. Fully displayed again. A position Mira liked to see her in.
Finally, Mira let go of the ring. Her hand pressed against the top of Rumi's chest, avoiding touching anything important. "Stay."
She turned then, walking to the coffee table and grabbing a leash from it. Rumi stayed as Mira returned and kneeled next to the chair. Stayed as Mira grinned down at her cruelly. She stayed when Mira clipped the leash to her collar.
She didn't stay when Mira stood up and returned to Zoey. She wiggled and squirmed and made to get up but ended up only with her ass in the air as the leash pulled taut. Mira had tied her to the leg of the chair. Her face only hovered a couple inches from the cushion below her.
Her eyes snapped up at the sound of Mira's chuckle. She had Zoey pulled up into a kneeling position now. A finger through the ring on her collar kept her up.
Rumi jerked back again and growled, her claws scratched and twisted the fabric under her. Huffing pants filled the air as she struggled to get loose.
At some point she laid down against the cushion, one hand braced against the floor as she took in large breaths. The other two women had watched this whole time. Her tail flicked angrily.
"Done yet?" Mira asked mockingly. Rumi snarled and jerked up again, almost losing her balance and tumbling to the floor. "Careful now. You need to stay on the chair and prove you can be good for me. I'd hate to end the night with you still being bad."
She doesn't know how pathetic she must look right now, but she hopes her glare breaks through it enough to have some effect. Mira just smirks.
"And you," Mira turned her attention to Zoey. "You know better than to hide her. I thought you wanted to be good for me?"
Zoey shivered at the words, thighs shaking with the weight of holding her upright. Mira let her collar go, hand moving to cup her jaw instead.
It was like Zoey deflated then, sinking down lower and giving in to whatever comfort she could find from Mira. She'd get away with this, Rumi knew.
No matter what Zoey does, Mira can never stay upset with her long. It'd be a miracle if there was even a punishment for an offense this small.
Still, Mira looked over her long enough it seemed a possibility.
"Maybe I should take her place and remind you who's boss, hm?" It was phrased like a question. Phrased as if Mira hadn't already made up her mind. Rumi rolled her eyes, then bared her teeth in a grin when Mira caught the motion.
The tallest woman just hummed and backed away, steps fading slowly as she went to get a strap. Zoey shook her head a bit and looked over at Rumi, who winked and pointed at the coffee table where the condoms were.
Zoey looked at them for a second before smirking and quickly grabbing and throwing her a couple. She leaned back against the cushions and watched the hallway for when Mira would return.
Rumi tucked the condoms under her body so Mira wouldn't see. She'd get her chance.
Both girls took a deep breath when Mira got back. Rumi... did not envy Zoey. It was one of their larger dildos, long and girthy. Not one Rumi herself liked taking.
But Zoey? Size queen that she is, lives for it.
As shown by her eager wiggling around to present herself like before, arms stretched out in front of her and thighs spread apart. Her back was arched obscenely.
Mira broke character, eyebrows drawing in and a small smile tugging at her lips. The fondness was unmistakable, even if it did last for only a moment. She shook herself back into the run of things quickly though.
"Such an eager girl." She teased. Zoey whined in response. Mira placed a hand on her back and the other slid through her folds.
Rumi knows Mira was keeping the view open to tease her. There was no other reason she'd still be standing off to the side like that.
So she did the most reasonable thing.
Snap her teeth and growl.
Mira laughed at her.
"Poor puppy all tied up. Maybe she wouldn't be there if she could just be good."
Rumi snarled and pulled against the leash again. She stopped and lowered herself back down with a hiss pretty quickly though. The wrapper of the condoms grating against her skin and reminding her she was hiding them.
She wasn't tortured with the view much longer. Mira did move behind Zoey. And while Rumi couldn't see what exactly she was doing, she could see Zoey twitch and jerk. Could hear Zoey gasp and moan.
Just wait. That's all she had to do. Just wait until Mira got lost in her own pleasure and then she could get up.
Mira looked back at her again, smug as she eased the strap into Zoey bit by bit. Her hips rocked in and out, going a little deeper every time.
Rumi was silent. But she watched. She glared at them and gritted her teeth.
Maybe it was her silence. Maybe it was Zoey writhing and clawing at the couch while making the most delicious sounds ever made. Either way, Mira turned her attention back to Zoey.
"Such a pretty girl under me." She cooed. "All ready and willing... you're my good girl, aren't you?"
Zoey nodded the best she could with her cheek pressed against the cushions. Her hips jutted back helplessly against Mira's. The whine she gave sounded more pathetic than Rumi's.
And god does it drive the half demon up the walls.
"My good good girl, who gets everything she wants." There was an edge to her voice, not mean, just possessive. "And she'll keep getting everything she wants if she'll follow my rules."
Zoey choked on her next whine, Mira dragging the dildo out slowly and keeping just the tip in.
"Zoey," Mira purred. "You'll be my good girl, won't you? No more working with a bad dog just to get fucked faster?"
Zoey sounded on the verge of tears just from her breathing alone. Each heavy breath shuddering and close to being a moan. Her legs were shaking.
Rumi clenched her teeth harshly to keep in the ragged snarl that threatened to break free. It didn't matter, Mira glanced back anyway.
With that smug ass face.
Mira's fingers ran up and down Zoey's spine. "I know you'll be such a good good girl for me."
Zoey nodded again.
"Then take what I give you." Mira purred, sinking back into her gently. The first few thrusts remained like that too, careful and slow, making sure Zoey was okay before she went harder.
And harder she went, when Zoey melted under her. The sound of slapping skin and the squelching of Zoey's pussy. It went on and on. Mira leaning forward over Zoey and whispering to her.
Words Rumi couldn't focus on over Zoey's panting breaths and moans. Such beautiful sounds.
Rumi watched as Mira stumbled in her rhythm. Watched as her hips faltered for just a second and then kicked the pace up a notch. And she watched as Mira groaned and dropped her head down.
Clawed fingers found their way to the leash clip. Rumi hesitated.
She was allowed, technically. She was always allowed to unclip herself. Mira had made that clear on many different occasions. She wouldn't be mad.
But Rumi was also decently sure Mira had been talking in the context of needing a break or the leash and collar suddenly becoming too much.
This wasn't that. Rumi was just acting out. It felt almost forbidden to unclip her leash if something wasn't wrong.
There was a choice to be made.
Mira wouldn't be mad. Not really. They'd just talk about it later if taking the leash off herself was a bad move. She wasn't scared of a talk. Mira wasn't scary.
Still... some part of Rumi worried over it.
She took a deep breath and unclipped the leash, holding it in her shaky hand and keeping her eyes closed as she breathed.
That wasn't supposed to be an issue. Then again, she hadn't really thought this plan out at all.
She tucked the metal clip between the arm of the chair and the cushion, ensuring it didn't fall and make any sudden noise. Carefully, she opened the condom and rolled it on.
Rumi looked up and managed to briefly catch Zoey's eye as the lyricist glanced back at her. The younger woman smirked and moved her hand back to grab at Mira's hair.
Thank you Zoey.
The lube was still on the coffee table, and had Zoey not grabbed Mira, Rumi is certain she wouldn't have been able to sneak over and grab it. But Mira's hair was hanging over her face and Zoey was moaning louder now. A perfect cover.
Rumi walked back behind Mira and tried to quietly open the lube. She flinched at the sound it made, and then relaxed a bit when it seemed she was only only one that heard it. It was cold as she worked it over her cock, having to resist the urge to hump her own hand.
No, she had better plans. Ones that involved knocking Mira down a peg.
Mira didn't miss how the couch behind her dipped with Rumi's weight. Her head snapped up, only barely hindered by Zoey's grip on her hair. "Rumi-"
Rumi's hands curled around Mira's hips. They'd frozen when Mira saw her, so Rumi pulled them back and then pushed in again.
And Mira let her for just a moment.
Only a moment.
She tensed and untangled Zoey's fingers from her hair before trying to straighten up again. But Rumi beat her there, pressing against her back and pressing her down again.
Clawed hands moved from her hips to her thighs, squeezing lightly as they moved up and down.
"Mira~" Rumi sing songed, drawing Mira's name out in a whisper. She pressed the front of her muzzle between Mira's shoulder blades. Wire lightly scraped against the tender skin.
"Bad dogs-" Mira started, only to be cut off with a moan as Rumi gripped her hips more firmly. She wanted to bite. Wanted to draw marks into Mira's skin.
"Take what they want." Rumi finished happily, pressing more fully against Mira, her hard cock pressing against Mira's inner thigh now.
Mira groaned and dropped her head to rest against Zoey's back. She panted into the small space between Zoey's back and her own face.
Zoey pushed back against Mira, rocking her back against Rumi. The half demon gripped her hips again, holding her still as her own breathing teased out a growl.
She pulled back a bit to line up with Mira's cunt. Rubbing for now. Watching as Mira shuddered and jerked her hips at the feeling.
She didn't complain. Didn't try to get up anymore. Just grabbed at Zoey below her and took shuddering breaths.
Rumi pressed in slowly, letting out a pleased sigh as she finally got what she wanted. She thrusted in shallowly and grinned, perhaps a bit too smugly, when Mira gasped and arched back against her.
Zoey was looking back at them now, mischievous eyes meeting Rumi's over Mira's form. She pushed her hips back again, and Mira whined as she was pushed back onto Rumi more.
The half demon chuckled. "Aww, poor Mira. Stuck between a cock and a hard place."
Zoey groaned and turned back around, buring her face in her arms in a move that was very clearly in response to her joke. She flipped up her middle finger at Rumi.
Even Mira pushed herself up a bit to look back at Rumi. Her brows were drawn together and her mouth was barely open.
Rumi stared back at her sheepishly, grin dampening to a timid smile.
"Rumi what the fuck?" It was spoken softly but with enough astonishment that Rumi almost wanted to run and hide.
"I-" She paused, "Nevermind. Ignore that." She pushed Mira back down and jerked her own hips forward in a deeper thrust.
Mira dropped back down with a groan, seemingly pressing more of her weight onto Zoey than before. She went boneless on the next thrust as Rumi bottomed out.
Zoey sighed happily and started pushing herself back onto Mira's strap more consistently, causing Mira to rock back against Rumi's cock. Rumi dug her fingers into Mira's hips and pulled out slowly.
"Patience Zoey." She growled, holding Mira still.
Zoey was silent for a moment, and honestly Rumi didn't expect her to answer verbally.
"No." Zoey rasped back, looking back at Rumi again.
Rumi looked between Zoey's determined face and where Mira was practically laying on her. She shrugged and nodded, "Fair enough."
She pushed back in slowly, one hand moving from Mira's hip down to Zoey's instead, holding both her girls. All of them moaned at the action.
Mira especially. Her arms wrapping around Zoey and, Rumi assumes, propping her up some so her whole weight wasn't on the maknae. She pressed her face against Zoey's back and whimpered.
The first few thrusts stayed slow. They always were, no matter who was receiving. Each careful thrust earned another beautiful sound.
Zoey was still fucking back against Mira's strap, rocking her further onto Rumi's cock. Every thrust Rumi gave pressed Mira more into Zoey, the base of her strap rubbing against the choreographers clit. Back and forth.
Rumi's hips jerked unevenly and she gasped. Mira clenched around her and shuddered.
"Gonna speed up." Rumi warned softly, pressing closer against Mira's back.
Mira moaned in response, low and drawn out. "Please."
She picked up the pace, thrusting faster and moving her hand to the back of the couch so she didn't accidentally claw her girls. Every thrust punched a gasp out of Mira and Zoey.
It was clear in Zoey's voice. The way it cracked and got more high pitched. Every cut off moan and whine. She was getting close.
Rumi could only assume Mira was too, though it was harder to tell while the taller woman was pressed between them. She adjusted herself, leaning back a bit to get a better angle and thrust harder.
"Nng, close-" Mira whimpered, she was shaking between them. "Please- Rumi Zoey please-" She could barely speak through her heavy breathing.
Zoey went first, coming with a high pitched whine that leaves Rumi's ears ringing. She shakes her head and focuses on Mira again, trying to tip the taller woman over before she herself came.
Fabric tore on the couch and Rumi barely had half a mind to keep her hands off her girlfriends as Mira shuddered and clenched and cried through her orgasm.
Rumi wanted to keep going. Wanted to chase the edge of pleasure she was nearing so fast.
But Mira would need a minute.
She growled softly as she pulled out, tail lashing behind her in jerky motions. Her eyes shut tight and she held her hands up as she backed away. She couldn't even use her hands right now because her claws were too risky.
There was shuffling in front of her as Mira undoubtedly moved off of Zoey. Groans and sighs and silence. The dip of the couch cushions right in front of her.
A hand gently pulled the condom off her cock. Rumi didn't open her eyes, top focused on trying to breathe her way through the slight agitation prickling up her spine. It's fine. She's fine. She didn't need her hands because her girls will take care of her. It's fine.
Her eyes flew open again as a wet kiss was pressed to the head of her cock. Mira laid back against the arm of the couch, and Zoey much closer, mouthing at her dick and looking up at her with soft teary eyes.
Rumi dropped her hands and curled her claws into the cushions below her. She let out a shaky breath as Zoey took her into her mouth. Warm and wet and bringing her back to the edge quickly.
Zoey took more of her in, swirling her tongue and humming, all while staring up at Rumi.
"Close." Rumi grunted, "So close."
Her hips jerked up. Zoey bottomed out around Rumi's dick, eyes fluttering shut as she swallowed.
She stayed there as Rumi came, seemingly intent on taking it. Each swallow around Rumi's dick making her jerk forward and gasp.
Lights danced across her vision and her ears buzzed.
She was laying down.
Oh.
Zoey was curled into her side, fingers idly playing with the D-ring on Rumi's collar. Her muzzle was gone now.
So was Mira.
Footsteps echoed from down the hall, the sound of running water barely registering past the fog in her brain.
She groaned softly, not bothering to try and sit up. Zoey wouldn't let her anyway, if the way she pressed closer was anything to go by. The hand on her collar moved to scratch along her jaw.
Rumi purred at the feeling, her tail curling tighter over where it had apparently coiled around some part of Zoey. She tilted her head into Zoey's hand as she scratched and her purring only got louder when a kiss was placed on her shoulder.
"I can hear that all the way in here," Mira called, stepping out of the bathroom and starting back down the hall towards them. "I'll take that to mean you've returned to consciousness?" Her smile was soft but teasing.
Rumi groaned but her purr stayed steady. "Wha happen?" She rasped, surprised at the raw feeling in her throat.
Zoey held up two fingers.
"Yeah, you came twice there. Screamed yourself hoarse on the second one, I bet." Mira patted her knee gently. "I started a bath if you're up for it."
She nodded, moving to sit up. Zoey moved with her, curling around her back and helping her stay balanced.
Mira pressed a kiss to the top of her head and lifted her up gently. Rumi curled into her hold gratefully. She didn't think she could walk right now if she tried.
Somehow, despite Mira and Rumi getting their first, Zoey was the first one in the tub. Water lightly splashed out onto the floor as she hurried to settle in.
Mira just shook her head and set Rumi down next to her. "I'll be right back."
A little rubber turtle drifted over to Rumi, displaced by the movement of the water. Zoey was collecting them all back to her little corner, ducks and turtles lined the edge of her area. She looked mildly distressed about them all floating away.
Rumi tapped the little thing and sent it back to Zoey's corner. Then she did the same to a couple others that had drifted out of Zoey's reach.
"Back," Mira said as she rounded the corner back into the room. She held out a water bottle to Rumi, "Small sips." She reminded.
Small sips. She could do that. Mira helped Zoey drink some water from her own bottle before capping it and setting it aside.
"You okay, Rumi?" Mira asked softly, only now getting into the tub with them.
Rumi nodded slightly. There were words she wanted to say. Questions she wanted to ask. But she was tired, and every time she wanted to speak her mouth just wouldn't move.
"Can I take off your collar?"
She hadn't noticed it was still on. She nodded again, leaning forward so Mira could do it.
The click of it makes her flinch for some reason. The weight missing making her stomach curl unpleasantly. Why....
Zoey pressed against her suddenly, her arms wrapping around one of Rumi's own. The little rubber animals drifted around the tub now but Zoey didn't seem to care. She just pressed quick kisses against Rumi's shoulder and neck.
Mira was looking at her weird. Something sharp gnawed at Rumi that she was mad.
But Mira's hands cupped her face gently. Her thumb swiped across Rumi's cheeks. And the half demon melts at the actions.
It still gnaws at her. Says she did something bad for real. That she stepped over a line and now there's consequences outside of the scene.
"Hey," Mira whispered, eyes intent on Rumi's face. "What's wrong, love?"
Rumi wanted to say it. To put the horrible feelings in her chest into real words. She wanted to speak so they would know.
The words wouldn't form. They swirled around her head in wild bursts and she couldn't force them out. She just needed to say something, any answer would do at this point.
"Are you mad at me?" The question came high pitched and with tears. Rumi shook in her spot, trying to be still.
"No." Mira moved to pull her against her chest. "I'm not mad. You've done nothing wrong."
Rumi shook as Zoey pressed against her back. "The leash."
"You're allowed to take the leash off." Mira replied simply. "Even if nothing is wrong, you are always allowed to unclip that leash. Or take off your collar. You can do anything you want for yourself, love, I would never be mad at you for that."
Zoey nodded against Rumi's back. "Was fun." She mumbled.
Mira let out a breath through her nose. "You were behind that, for sure."
"I am innocent." Zoey wrapped her arms around Rumi's middle. "I've never been a brat in my life."
Rumi looked back at her, "That is a damn lie and you know it." She growled.
But the feeling in her chest was lighter now. She trusted them. They said she didn't do anything wrong. It was warm and safe. She was fine.
"Soooo," Zoey pressed a kiss under her ear, "Between a cock and a hard place, huh?"
Rumi groaned and wiggled around to push Zoey away from her. "Nooo, stop," she twisted around to face Zoey, pressing her back against Mira.
Her girlfriends laughed.
"Not your proudest moment?" Mira teased.
"I thought it was clever." Rumi whined, patterns swirling pink with her embarrassment.
Zoey pressed a kiss to her nose. Then her cheek. Then more all over her face until Rumi had to push her back while hiding her face against Mira's neck.
They'd talk about it later. Mira would make sure she was okay once they were rested and Rumi could process it better.
But things were okay for now.