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Sitting on the couch, Mira was hard at work in a manner of speaking. Mostly she'd been doodling outfit ideas. Their overall album theme had yet to be decided and they were still technically on hiatus but sometimes good ideas needed to be jotted down before they were forgotten.
She had six pages so far, a mixture of poses and outfits in a variety of concepts. Some were sexy and sultry, others leaning more cute. One set was downright silly. Most were gay as fuck but there was enough plausible deniability that they could probably get away with it if they absolutely had to.
"You can't yell at me for doing work and then do work." Rumi leaned over the back of the couch, looping her arms around Mira's shoulders and nuzzling the top of her head.
"When you're inspired, you're inspired," Mira said. "It's not like you stop Zoey when she has lyric ideas."
Rumi laughed, "That would be like stopping the tide."
"Yeah." Mira smiled, tilting her head back. Rumi pecked her lips and Mira slid a hand behind her head, holding her in place for a longer, deeper kiss. Rumi flicked her tongue against Mira's lips, seeking entrance and Mira eagerly allowed it.
The couch dipped next to her and hand snatched her sketchbook as Zoey declared, "Lets see what you're working on.
Mira whined when Rumi pulled away, "I wasn't done with you."
"Just hold onto that thought," Rumi teased. She climbed over the couch and sat next to Zoey, unfairly ignoring Mira's glare.
Fine. Mira would just have to make her suffer later, "I'm not even sure what I did, I was mostly just going with whatever came to mind."
"Going with your vibes is some of your best work," Zoey pointed out.
"I like this page," Rumi said. "Feels light. Free. Like we're coming out from the shadows and into the light."
"I like how you gave us both Rumi's patterns," Zoey added, trailing her finger alongside one of the sketches.
"No more hiding," Mira said, firmly.
Zoey turned the page as Rumi's face flushed and her patterns started to glow that soft iridescence they did when she was in a particularly good mood.
"Okay this page is sexy." Zoey tapped her finger on it, "I like the overall look but I don't think we can get away with showing that much skin. But you've got Rumi's abs, your legs and my ass all centered so I can't really complain."
"Why am I wearing the least?" Rumi asked.
"Because you've always covered up the most," Mira countered.
"She's got you there!"
Rumi glanced at her, "Lets revisit this in a few days, I think we can refine the idea. And I… really like you in fishnets, Mira."
"I like Rumi in thigh highs," Zoey offered. Mira could not disagree in the slightest.
The next page was—
A mistake, that page was a mistake but Rumi caught Mira's hand before Mira could flip the page past it.
"In my defense," Mira said quietly. "I think I blacked out while sketching these."
The page was filled with designs of a distinctly bridal fashion, both western and Korean. Still very pop and easy to move in, but with veils and lace and other hallmarks of weddings. Mira had also sketched tuxedo style designs, including a cute one with a crop top and shorts.
She still wasn't actually sure if that was supposed to be Zoey or Rumi.
Glancing up from the page, she caught both of them looking at her. Zoey looked amused and both of Rumi's eyebrows were raised. Zoey spoke first, "Blacked out?"
"How many times do you write out entire songs without thinking about it?"
"Yeah but I'm not blacking out while writing wedding vows." Zoey giggled, then froze, "I might have done that with love songs a few times?"
Rumi finally released her wrist and Mira turned the page, muttering, "Moving on."
"They were cute." Rumi reached around Zoey, brushing her fingers against Mira's cheek.
"They might be fun for a music video," Zoey suggested like she was offering Mira a lifeline.
One that Mira gratefully took, "Yeah, that could be an interesting theme for a song and video."
Not like she'd been thinking about that kind of stuff. Not that she'd been disappointed when she realized she couldn't legally marry either of them let alone both of them.
Bobby had found them all the paperwork they needed to cover everything from inheritance to incapacitation, but that wasn't the same. Maybe that was why it was on her mind.
Rumi's arm moved to rest around Zoey's shoulder, and Mira leaned her face against both of them. She was tired of hiding it. Hiding them.
She just didn't know what they could do about it. But she did know that one day she wanted to propose and apparently her subconscious had already realized that.
"More fishnets," Rumi observed.
"Yep." Obviously, Mira needed to include those more often. Along with Rumi in thigh highs. That one page? She'd just pretend didn't exist for now.