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Mira spun a pencil between her fingers, then tapped it against her knee, repeating the motion as she skimmed through her sketches of posing ideas. She'd often use them as a base for a dance, figuring out the steps between with her own body. But how could she make them hotter? There was one sketch with Zoey on her knees. Mira contemplated turning her around while her or Rumi were standing, thinking it would both be very hot and also get fans talking. Possibly screaming.
But what if… First she added herself there, and tried to figure out where Rumi would be.
Or…
Licking her lips, Mira made a few alterations to the concept, sketching Rumi on her knees instead, positioning Zoey at her back with one hand on Rumi's head. Then she leaned back, removing her glasses and rubbing her face. Slipping the glasses back on, she looked the sketch over again, "Well, maybe I'll save that one for when we're working on our next album."
"It is a little too hot for the single," Rumi leaned over her shoulder, peering down at the sketch. Mira jumped, flipping it over like she'd been caught doing something naughty.
"You've got to stop sneaking up on me like that."
Laughing, Rumi slid her hand along Mira's face, "So how do you get me on my knees? Or maybe I should ask how to get you on yours."
Putting the sketch aside, Mira got to her feet, running her hands up her sides, delighted at Rumi flirting with her, "Why don't you show me, kitten."
Breath catching, Rumi leaned in, kissing her as her body pressed against hers. Her hands slid down her back before she slowly and deliberatately grabbed her ass and dug her nails in. Groaning Rumi's name, Mira pressed back against her, an arm looping around her and her hand threading through her hair.
"God…" Rumi pulled her head back, then immediately launched back in to devour Mira's mouth right as Mira was trying to recapture Rumi's lips.
Mira's head collided with Rumi's, knocking her glasses free of her face and sending them bouncing onto the floor.
"Oh hello don't stop on my account," Zoey said, sounding excited as she came in through the door but when Mira heard the crunch of glass, she tore her head away from Rumi.
Zoey had frozen, standing very still, her bare foot on the remains of Mira's glasses. She hissed in pain, squeaking out, "I'msosorry."
"Don't move!" Mira was at her side in just a few steps, sweeping Zoey up off the ground.
Rumi grabbed her leg to get a good look at her foot, "There's a shard but its not too deep. We need tweezers."
"But your glasses-"
"I only need them to read." Mira stroked her hair, carrying her out of their room and into one of the bathrooms, "Don't worry about it. Its Rumi's fault anyway."
"How is it my fault?" Rumi opened a cabinet and pulled out a first aid kit.
Sitting down on the toilet seat, Mira shifted Zoey around on her lap so Rumi could get better access to her foot, "You knocked my glasses off."
"I feel like that was a mutual effort." Rumi managed to pluck out the piece of glass, then pulled out an alcohol wipe, "Brace her."
"I hate this part," Zoey whispered. "That part. The part where Mira princess carries me and you dote on me is always awesome."
"Its been awhile since we're had to do this," Mira mused. Zoey wasn't exactly accident prone but she did often seem to have the misfortune of stepping on things that hurt. Or burning herself when cooking. Sometimes she didn't think before grabbing the hot pan. She got stuck in her head or on another task sometimes and simply forgot.
If she recalled, the last time was Rumi's fault for coming out of the bedroom wearing nothing more than a sports bra and capri pants which was completely understandable.
"I used to think you pissed off some minor diety," Rumi told Zoey as she started to dab at the cut. "See, that's not so bad."
Hissing, Zoey whispered, "One day I'm going to alcohol wipe one of you and then you'll understand."
"I know we heal a little faster than normal people, but you could still get an infection," Mira pointed out, watching Rumi lovingly wrap a bandage around Zoey's foot. "And your feet are too cute to risk, even if they don't have the same following Rumi's do."
"Wait, what?"
"But I could be a pirate, I'd make a peg-leg look good!" Zoey's eyes lit up, "I could rock a parrot! And an eyepatch."
"Well she's feeling okay." Rumi leaned over and kissed Zoey.
"What?" Zoey blinked, and immediately became dead weight in Mira's lap, "Oh, wait, I feel terrible, I feel so awful. I can't walk! One of you will need to carry me around all day! Maybe even tomorrow!"
"Then where do you want to be carried?" Mira was happy to indulge her, nuzzling her nose against Zoey's ear.
"I was going to make us dinner but now I'm really interested in a show."
Rumi laughed, flushing, "Why don't I make us all some ramyeon and we can put on a movie."
"Not the show I was talking about," Zoey said flatly.
"I know," Rumi teased, putting away the kit. "But you'll just have to be patient and we'll see about later."
"Seriously?" Mira stared at her.
"Engage the pout," Zoey whispered. "No, the seduction eyes!"
Mira gave Rumi the most heated bedroom eyes in her arsenal.
Rumi lost her balance, flailing as she went down onto the bathroom floor. She lay there, beat red, then covered her face with both hands, "I'm okay…."
Zoey swatted Mira's nose, "I didn't say kill her."