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With a 3 month hiatus, the Huntrix girls were left to do whatever they please. Most of those things involved spending time at the bathhouse, laying on their massive white couch to do absolutely nothing, or simply being in each other’s company.
Rumi enjoyed the time spent with her girls. The first month was a bit rocky given her hiding her patterns from her trusted friends. It was many long nights of her reassuring and continuously apologizing to Mira and Zoey about all the events that had previously happened. Mira and Zoey were no different. Both girls felt terrible for their actions so they were also continuously apologizing to Rumi.
Needless to say there were many nights where all the girls were just crying their eyes out all on one bed before going back into a large cuddle to calm each other down.
Although things seem to be back in relatively good condition, there’s one thing that was different for Rumi. Her feelings towards Zoey have suddenly changed. She couldn’t quite explain it. But now all Rumi wants is to always be in Zoey’s company or to always have some physical contact with Zoey is some way. Rumi craves it. She needs it. She needs Zoey. It was unexplainable.
Mira had went out to get some food for her girls leaving Zoey and Rumi alone in their penthouse.
Zoey had a thought, “Can I give you a face mask?”
Looking up from her bed Rumi responds, “Sure, and do you want me to do you after?”
”No, I just really want to give you a face mask,” Zoey said already up off the bed to get what she needed.
When Zoey returned she had a tray with a headband, a small brush, and the face mask.
“It’s one of those face masks where you have to apply it with a brush, but first let me put this head band on you.”
Zoey had set the tray beside Rumi and grabbed a turtle themed headband off of it. She then latched herself on top of Rumi as if she were a magnet, to put the headband on Rumi’s head. Rumi, stunned for a split second as Zoey was now straddling her, had then put her hands around Zoey’s waist like they belonged there.
Zoey quickly got to work on applying the face mask on Rumi. Both the girls were quiet and at ease in their comfortable silence. Zoey gently brushed the mask on Rumi’s face with her soft and delicate hands. Rumi’s eyes had been closed, but right now in this moment, all she had was trust and security in being with the shorter girl. At this point Zoey was nearly inches away from Rumi. Rumi could smell Zoey’s sweet shampoo scent of peaches. Before she could stop herself Rumi was lightly squeezing her arms around Zoey’s waist.
A light gasp was heard from Zoey.
Rumi could feel the heat rise to her cheeks, “sorry I didn’t mean to-“
“It’s okay Rumi. It was just surprising” Zoey said giggling with a slight smile on her face.
Rumi had lightened her grip on Zoey’s waist, but she didn’t dare to remove her hands from their position.
As Zoey finished she set the mask and the brush back on the tray and ushered for Rumi to open her eyes again. The two girls were left staring at each other. Zoey had one hand on Rumi’s shoulder and the other by Rumi’s ear and the small side of her face that the mask wasn’t applied to. Zoey was rubbing her hand on the unapplied section of Rumi’s face, while Rumi was simply admiring the girl on top of her.
She’s so beautiful, Rumi thought. Everything from her skin, to her freckles, to her hair, everything about Zoey was so perfect. And the way that Zoey’s body had fit so well in Rumi’s arms made Rumi’s heart ache for a bit. Rumi was like her shell. A form of protection for Zoey. Not only a form of protection, but her home as well. Zoey’s safe place. Rumi would give anything to be with Zoey. To be the person she goes to. To hold her. To protect her. To be hers.
“Can we stay like this?” Rumi asks, her voice not even above a whisper. Hoping Zoey would say yes.
Zoey simply looked at Rumi. Her eyes hiding something that Rumi couldn’t quite place. She then wrapped her arms around Rumi’s body and placed her head on Rumi’s shoulder. “We can stay like this as long as you like. I’ll always be with you Rumi. I promise,” Zoey responded in the most softest voice that it made Rumi’s heart melt.
Rumi closed her eyes again. Clutching onto Zoey as if she needed her to survive. Both girls slipped back into their comfortable silence holding onto each other tightly, ceasing to let go. Rumi hoped that Zoey felt the same way as her. Had hoped that Zoey had wanted Rumi to be hers as well. But she simply let herself rest against the girl that made her feel more alive than ever.