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This was getting ridiculous.
Sure, Rumi loved to be teased and sure, she would be lying if she said she disliked being edged.
But that was under the normal understanding of edging.
Not applicable to her current situation, in which Mira was consequently setting Zoey off on tangents, usually marine biology related, in the middle of sex.
In the middle of doing her, specifically. Never when they were involved in bottoming, infuriatingly enough.
It had started spontaneously, relatively innocently.
Zoey had had some monsterfucking lyric ideas and wrote them down, mid actual monsterfucking of all times.
Then Mira had caught on to a new way of torturing Rumi and steered Zoey into a small info-dump on leatherback sea turtles.
Had that been a one time thing, Rumi would probably have cared less about it.
But it hadn’t.
Mira, and Zoey, but always initiated by Mira, had kept this terrible spiel up for two weeks now.
Two, agonizing, very informative weeks.
Which fine.
Sure.
Her girlfriends were little shits and if that’s the tactic they really insisted they go with, whatever, fine.
A little bit hot even? If Rumi squinted. Or was slowly being brainwashed, which did seem kind of like what was happening.
Rumi could put up with that.
Rumi could get off on that.
What she couldn’t set with however, was the predictable consequence of this line of events, that would have Pavlov busting a gut in his grave.
Because fuck if Rumi hadn’t noticed herself get hot and bothered by Zoey saying the words “Did you know that-“ the other day at the breakfast table.
She had almost dropped her plate in shock at the realization.
To hell if Rumi hadn’t realized her heavy blush, that was thankfully covered by darkness, when Zoey had simply interrupted a horror movie to say the simple words “fun fact-“.
This was rapidly becoming a problem.
Rumi could get used to this being a weird little game for them in bed or whatever.
But during a horror movie? At breakfast?! Come on!
No.
Enough was enough and she had to talk to her girlfriends about this terrible idea they insisted, or at least Mira insisted on playing, while dragging Zoey along for the ride.
“In conclusion, I need you to stop weaponizing Zoey’s ADHD in bed.” Rumi folded her arms, looking poignantly at the other two, who were clearly trying extremely hard not to laugh as they clutched the couch pillows for dear life.
Until finally, Zoeys poker face broke as she howled in amusement, doubling over in fits of cackling laughter.
Mira was soon to follow.
Rumi just stared at the two laughing hyenas in loving annoyance.
Until finally, Mira composed herself enough to wheeze out a sentence.
“Sorry- We were just- Zoey had this idea and-“
She couldn’t continue, falling into a mess of giggles after revealing crucial information.
Zoey had thought of this?
Zoey?!
Rumi blinked at the youngest member, who through her laughter, shot her a smug grin and a wink.
Of course.
Of fucking course.
In hindsight, this did have Zoeys name written all over it- even if Mira was seemingly the one to initiate it.
“Zoey!” She bemoaned.
“Sorry, sorry-“ Zoeys caught her breath.
“The first time really was an accident- I really did need to write down lyrics and Mira really did trick me into leatherback facts.” She explained through her giggles as Mira now sported a matching smug grin while wiping away small tears of laughter.
“But after- I mean-“ Zoeys grin turned nigh wicked, a look that did very much do what it was intended to do to Rumis limbic system, no matter how much she wished it didn’t at this very moment.
“Come on. I had to. We had to. For science.”
Rumi scoffed and Mira laughed.
Someone please remind her why she was willingly dating two mad scientists.
“More for your own amusement no doubt.”
“Guilty as charged.” Mira gave an affirming nod at that accusation.
“Okay no but you gotta see this from my perspective!” Zoey protested.
“Which is?” Rumi raised a challenging eyebrow, not willing to believe anything that came out of her sweet, innocent tormentors mouth at the moment.
“I get to infodump about my favorite topics- while playing with my favorite stim toy!” Zoey explained with enthusiasm but extremely unhelpfully.
“Yeah, there’s nothing quite like watching her get all the fun facts out of her system while I watch you unable to release anything out of yours, princess. It’s super hot.” Mira, extremely unhelpfully, added in her own opinion of the situation.
A sentence which usually, Rumi would take more time to address. But at this very moment, only one thing stuck in her mind as she turned to Zoey, aghast.
“Did you just call me a stim toy?!”
Zoey nodded enthusiastically, as if she had said nothing out of the ordinary.
“Why?” Rumi tried to prompt at least a reason out of the girl.
“I mean how are you not? We can bop you, twist you, pull you-“
“Right so that’s just a Bop It.” Mira interrupted, amusement in her voice.
“Which is a stim toy.” Zoey defended her claim, crossing her arms to mirror Rumi from across the couch.
“That aside, what exactly are you twisting?”
“Not the point! I’m still not a stim toy!” Rumi interrupted Mira before Zoey could answer with what she knew would be utter filth.
“I dunno. You can be squeezed, played with, fidgeted with and all that jazz. How are you not our stim toy?” Zoey grinned while saying both absolutely ridiculous and also kinda hot? something was definitely wrong with Rumis brain- things.
“I mean really, what is sex if not stimming and a sensory experience?” Zoey continued on in a far too matter of fact voice as Mira continued to giggle next to her.
Those fucking two would be the death of her, Rumi was sure of it.
“Zoey, I need you to shut up.” Rumi groaned and tried to say the sentence as politely as possible.
“Make me!” Zoey returned with a shit eating grin and a stupid eyebrow wiggle.
Rumi just sighed as she got up and strode towards the two. This would be a long night for them, she would guarantee that.
And as silly as the thought sounded in her head, she would make sure that she wasn’t the only stim toy by the end of it.