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Zoey lived for mornings like this.
Golden, peaceful mornings where they didn’t have to be up at the crack of dawn for a photo shoot or warm ups for new choreography or to run vocal scales to be ready for a never-ending recording session at the studio-
It was just heavenly to wake up, in her own time, and see the strip of sunlight streaking across the ceiling (that meant it was after nine a.m.) - and turn right back over, burying her face into either Mira or Rumi’s chest (whoever happened to be nearest).
It was especially nice if they had fallen asleep naked.
Oh the blissful feeling of skin on skin, warm and soft as the sunlight just peeking into the room.
Zoey loved that if she wanted to she could let her fingers trail down Mira’s smooth stomach or up one of Rumi’s muscular thighs and wake them the best way she knew how-
But today; they had beaten her to it.
She woke with a soft gasp as Mira’s lips brushed over the shell of her ear as Rumi’s thumbs flicked back and forth over her nipples-
“Hmm, there she is. Morning, jagi-” Rumi whispered, lips pressing soft kisses to the curves of Zoey’s breasts, fingers now pinching both nipples making Zoey whimper and squirm.
Mira giggled, low and dark into Zoey’s ear, and she couldn’t resist twisting back to meet her lips in a needy kiss.
“Hi, baby...” she whispered against Zoey’s parted lips, thumb stroking across the fullness of her cheek.
Mira couldn’t resist kissing Zoey again, feeling a gentle moan vibrate against her lips as Rumi dipped her head to suck an aching nipple into her mouth.
“More...please-” Zoey breathed arching and squirming between the two of them.
Mira sat up against the headboard, guiding Zoey to rest back against her, Rumi shuffling down the rumpled sheets to rest between Zoey’s spread legs.
“Of course, pretty girl-” Mira murmured against the crown of her head, sleep tussled curls soft against her lips, one arm wrapping around Zoey’s chest to pull her flush against her.
Rumi littered kisses down Zoey’s stomach, grinning as the muscles twitched under her lips before licking around her navel, making Zoey squeak and wiggle in Mira’s grip.
“So sensitive this morning-” Mira teased gently, smiling into the kisses she was brushing over Zoey’s jaw.
Zoey keened, high pitched and breathless as Rumi’s teeth dug into the fleshy part of her inner thigh, her head lolling back on Mira’s shoulder.
“God…you two are gonna wreck me-” She forced out as Rumi nuzzled playfully into the soft curls at the apex of her thighs.
Rumi’s lips made their way to the same spot on her other thigh and bit down again.
Zoey cried out, her back arching into the sharp ache of Rumi’s canine teeth digging into her skin-
“Had to make them match-” Rumi said, tracing her thumbs over the twin marks she’d left behind, eyes glinting with mischief.
Zoey said nothing, brain too pleasure-scrambled for speech, head still tipped back against Mira’s shoulder, breathless and wanting.
“Oh stop teasing the poor girl-” Mira admonished, casually cupping one of Zoey’s breasts, the other hand tracing up and down her side, Zoey whining pitifully from the borderline ticklish sensation of Mira’s nails circling over her skin.
“Hmmm I suppose you’re right-”
And without warning Rumi pushed Zoey’s thighs apart, lifting a trembling knee over her shoulder and dipped her head to seal her mouth around Zoey’s clit.
“Rumi! Ohmygodfuck!”
Mira couldn’t help but laugh at the garbled expletive when a devious little idea formed in her mind.
She took hold of Zoey’s chin, thumb pressing into her cheek on one side and her index finger on the other, gentle but firm, and tipped Zoey’s head down from its position on her shoulder.
She held her steady so Zoey had to look down at Rumi…while her mouth did sinful things between her thighs that made Zoey’s cunt clench around nothing.
“Watch her, Zoey. Watch her make you feel good, watch her make you break apart-”
And Rumi looked up to meet Zoey’s desperate eyes, and took in the matching blush on both her girls’ cheeks, Zoey’s parted lips, Mira’s adoring gaze-
One of Zoey’s hands slid through Rumi’s freshly cut hair, brushing it out of her eyes while the other palm pressed against Mira’s shoulder, like if she wasn’t touching both of them she would break into a million tiny pieces.
For a while the only sounds were the slick noises of Rumi’s mouth and tongue and Zoey's gasping little moans and hitching breaths as Rumi drew her up and up and up-
“That’s it baby, you’re doing so well, you’re always so good for us-”
Mira’s words were deliberate, targeted, knowing how the praise would push Zoey even further- she was almost there, thighs trembling, fingers clutching, grinding down shamelessly into Rumi’s mouth.
“M’close, please, please-”
Rumi knew what she needed and gently eased two fingers inside her.
They slid in seamlessly; Zoey was so wet she was dripping down Rumi’s chin and onto the sheets below.
“Let go, Zoey, we’ve got you-” Mira’s arms held her tight, keeping her exactly where Rumi wanted her, holding her in place while she teetered on the edge-
And all it took was Rumi’s fingers curling perfectly inside her and her tongue flicking rapidly over her throbbing clit one last time and Zoey came with a strangled wail of both their names, shuddering and jerking into Rumi's mouth, their eyes locked together while Mira whispered gentle praise against her ear.
She came back down to earth slowly, turning her head to one side to press a breathless kiss against Mira’s palm, fingers stroking fondly through Rumi’s hair as she slowly licked her clean, jumping a little as her lips brushed against Zoey’s overly sensitive clit.
“Now...that was a grade-A wake up call…” She murmured hazily into Mira’s neck.
Zoey watched the strip of sunlight on the ceiling grow brighter and brighter, wrapped up in her girls while she planned out the rest of the day, letting the languid post orgasm euphoria fill her very bones; more lazy kisses and hopefully a chance to return the favour…multiple times…after some breakfast of course.