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"Mira! Harder!"
Rumi looked down, her cheeks and ears flushed. Did her friends realize how thin the walls were?
"Yes! YES! Gimme more!"
Rumi let out a low squeal, closing her eyes.
No, they didn't know.
Should she... tell them? Would they mind? They'd all been drinking a little earlier, to celebrate how close they were to turning the Hunmoon golden. Zoey and Mira must have been too drunk to handle the noise like they normally did.
"More more more!"
Well, maybe it was just Zoey. Mira apparently had...good silence skills. Not that Rumi thought about them or anything, it was just obvious.
It's not like she thought much about how loud Zoey was complaining, or how her voice sounded so high-pitched and breathless, at all.
Rumi tightens her grip on the pink turtle plush Zoey gave her a few years ago, pressing it tightly against her chest.
God, this is going to be so embarrassing tomorrow. How can Rumi look at them in the face, after having heard them make love?
No book on how to make friends or manage interpersonal relationships explains that, and she refuses to look it up on the internet. No, she'll have to do this herself, or ask Celine or Bobby for advice, which...no, she'd rather die. She doesn't need to be given The Talk again, thanks. And Bobby is their manager, so even if they sometimes call him 'Dad', he doesn't need to know these things.
"Cumming!"
God.
Her cheeks burned even hotter.
She wasn't going to be able to sleep if they kept this up; she needed to stop them now. Taking a deep breath, she got out of bed and carefully placed the stuffed animal there.
With a slowness worthy of a Sloth (not a turtle, because Zoey had explained more than once that they could sometimes be very fast) Rumi walked towards the door.
And she looked at it. She looked at it a lot. She analyzed the type of wood, the type of handle. The beautiful design it had. Everything, except how to open it.
She really didn't want to have this conversation. There were many conversations she didn't want to have, but this was at the top of her list, even above being a demon.
At least, she'd thought of several ways to reveal that side of her. She had no idea how to say, 'I just found out you two are dating because I heard you having sex, and now I can't stop hearing Zoey's moans and Mira's heavy breathing when I close my eyes and a part of me likes it, and actually wants to see you' without saying it like that.
Also, for the sake of their friendship, she shouldn't say that last part, that was weird.
"Come on, Rumi, you can do it." Using all the willpower cultivated over years of training, Rumi opened the door.
However, she did not walk.
"Keep it up! Keep it up!"
Damn, why couldn't Zoey be quieter? If she were, Rumi could lie down on her bed, cover her face with a pillow, and fall asleep.
Instead, she thinks, swallowing loudly, she has to walk. And that's pretty hard, given that she's still drunk, and her feet aren't staying in a straight line. Furthermore, the world keeps moving, which doesn't make this any easier.
But Rumi has faced worse, so she advances the short distance, and knocks on the door, however, there is no answer, so she opens it.
In hindsight, she should have thought that if the girls were making love, they would be naked, but since she didn't, now Rumi is frozen in the doorway, staring at her very naked friends.
Her friends, who, apart from being naked, have bodies glistening with sweat and other liquids.
Rumi should never have come. Why did she think this was a good idea?
Now the three of them were staring at each other, their eyes wide open. It should have been a comical sight, with Mira's fingers still buried inside Zoey, who was tied up.
And that was an unforgettable sight. One Rumi would see every time she woke up, and every time she went to sleep. Perhaps even on her deathbed.
"Uh." That's all she says, very witty, very intelligent. Celine would be proud of her conversational skills and the way she keeps her composure
Hah, as if.
"Oh my gosh, Rumi!" Zoey squeals, incredibly red, as she writhes on the bed. She looks like she wants to cover her face with her hands, but considering her wrists are tied together, Rumi doesn't think that will be easy.
"Are you coming to join us?" Mira jokes weakly, not moving an inch. She doesn't seem to know what to do
Which is good, because it keeps that part of Zoey firmly hidden from view.
What's not good is the way those words make her heart race and her palms sweat.
"I- uh, yeah?"
...
Her eyes widen. That's not what she was going to say!
"I mean-"
Mira's surprised laugh interrupts her.
"Come here then."
And...well, how could Rumi refuse? Especially when Zoey looks at her like that?
She can't, so she moves closer, barely breathing enough to keep from fainting, and when she's a short distance away, Mira pushes her onto her bed.
Rumi just blinks again and again, trying to connect her brain to whatever is happening, when she sees Mira pull her hand out of... there, and lick the glistening liquid off her fingers.
Her heart pounds at the sight, and that's not all.
"So," Mira smiles, something she seems to do a lot more now that she's so drunk, and unties Zoey's wrists. "Are you going to behave, Rumi?"
Her mouth dries. The moisture seems to go elsewhere, to lower places, specifically.
"Yes."
Zoey laughs, hugging her from behind, and Rumi barely has time to think about how Zoey's very naked body is touching her, when she pulls her sweatshirt up.
"This will be great. We've wanted to do this with you for years!"
What.
WHAT.
"Zoey, keep that up and you'll kill her." Mira laughed, lifting up her shirt and pulling it off with Zoey's help.
"Sorry not sorry."
"You wanted to... what?" Her voice is high-pitched, and breaks into several parts.
"Make love to you, of course!" Zoey, with a mastery that Rumi would never have imagined from her, removed her bra and threw it into a corner of the room. "Oh, you shine!"
Shine?
Wait.
Her secret! She forgot her secret! Oh my god.
"You know what? I'm too drunk to be worrying about you having patterns right now, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Without further ado, Mira grabbed her chin and pulled her into a kiss, biting her lower lip hard enough to make her open her mouth, and sticking her tongue in.
Zoey, on the other hand, ran her hands over her patterns, caressing them gently, until she reached her breasts.
Rumi remembers, belatedly, between kisses and bites, that she was supposed to come to stop this, not join.
Oh well. Zoey was at least quiet now, even if it was because it was Rumi who wasn't. So she accomplished the goal, right?
"Come on, Rumi, be a good girl and spread your legs for us."
Not that, hmm, matters much right now.