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When Bobby told Zoey the unfortunate news of her bedroom being out of commission (something that had nothing to do with the fact she might have started a small fire trying to cook ramen in the portable pan she bought) she refused the offer to sleep at a nearby hotel.
Call it codependent, or anxious attachment, but she didn't want to be too far away from her friends. And that's not so bad is it? Besides, she's shared a bed with Mira countless times (not with Rumi, because Rumi never really wanted to before closing the Honmoon and now they all know she not only snores, but also drools and kicks), what's another couple of nights?
It had been a rash decision made without a second thought. Bobby had quickly nodded and called to cancel the hotel room and Mira hadn't objected, she had only slung an arm around Zoey's shoulders and told her she should hurry up before they're late to practice.
And that had been that. She didn't even think of it again. Not until that night, at least.
The thing is, Zoey doesn't like being wrong. She doesn't, but she knows when to admit she made a mistake.
That's exactly what this is. A mistake.
Because she's wearing a pair of Mira's pyjama's (which are gigantic on her, really, but they're so soft and they smell of her, so she really doesn't mind), she's laying in Mira's bed, underneath Mira's blanket, right next to Mira.
Her heart is beating so loud she's afraid Mira picks up on it. But if she does, she doesn't say anything.
Here's the thing. The Honmoon hadn't been sealed easily. It had taken years of training and then another while of constant comebacks and practice and fighting and writing all kinds of songs. And that was beyond stressful, okay! Zoey was already stressed on a normal day and a bad day made her feel like drowning herself in the bath house.
She's well acquainted with stress. She knows just how she'll respond to it and what makes things worse.
Not sleeping is not on the table for her, because if she doesn't sleep she gets cranky and when she gets cranky all her lyrics sound like: 'die, die, die, I hope you all die'. Which is not really the vibe they tend to go for.
Even staying up late is a nightmare. Staying up late means she wakes up late which means she misses breakfast and when she misses breakfast she's as useful as a sack of potatoes.
And the worst thing is, she can never fall asleep when she's stressed. It claws at her insides. It makes her slam a pillow over her head in an attempt to drown out all the thoughts of new lyrics and dance moves that make her way too sore to function, and what should she have for dinner tomorrow? Did she ignore a fan on the street or were they really waving to someone behind her? Do Mira and Rumi even like her at all or do they wish they hadn't gotten this stupid, useless girl that can barely-
Nearly every night sounds like that. A sort of spiral, really.
She needed a way to break it. And… she'd found one!
It worked. Made her tired enough to fall asleep within minutes. Cleared her head.
Except now, with the knowledge of her nightly ritual... She's thinking she should have probably chosen the hotel option instead.
She's restless. Not because of her thoughts, but because there's a building heat inside her. And she wants to- she wants to touch. She wants to feel good, she's almost vibrating with it. Hell, the moment she'd felt it she nearly slid a hand between her legs then and there.
But she can't. Because Mira is right next to her. And this is Mira's bed, Mira's room and she can't possibly get what she wants without Mira noticing. And even if she did, she would feel so bad she could never look Mira in the eye again. Because that's just a boundary that shouldn't be crossed.
Of course she could just excuse herself to the bathroom, but she would know. She'd know it's Mira's bathroom and Mira is just next door, clueless to what her best friend is doing to herself in there.
She could be quick, she wants it. She wants the pleasure, she wants to fall into the comfort of it.
Her legs squeeze closed at the thought. The smallest bit of relief.
"Are you okay?" Mira asks. She's laying on her back, as is Zoey. God, she's an awful friend, she's the worst. She should not be having these kinds of thoughts right now. Shouldn't be thinking of doing it right here. Shouldn't- This is why she needs it. To stop thinking. It would be so easy, just disappear for a couple minutes.
Zoey hums. A high pitched sound that sounds as convincing as saying she doesn't want to pull her pillow between her legs and grind against it while pretending nothing is happening.
She's a mess. She should be exiled. Kicked out of the group.
The headlines would be unavoidable. 'Lead rapper Zoey kicked out of HUNTRIX for touching herself in front of band member.' No. Nope. Not happening. She can always pretend to be sick and run away or just... not sleep.
Except it's not really about sleep at all, anymore. No, it's about satisfying that disgusting urge. Giving in to the heat between her thighs.
She's throbbing.
The blankets shuffle as Mira turns to her side. Her cold hand finding Zoey's arm. "Something's wrong," she says. Of course she knows, Mira knows her better than she knows herself at this point. It's no surprise she can read her like a book. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"
It almost makes her laugh.
How would that conversation even go? I'm so horny and so into you I'm soaking through my panties as we speak. You make me so wet when you tell me what to do, when I think about you late at night.
"I know," she replies, before the silence, the thoughts, overtake her again.
Because she knows there's a whole taboo around liking bandmates, but really, Mira is the most beautiful, sexy, confident woman she's ever seen. It's really not her fault that most of her late night fantasies surround her. It's only natural. At least she's not actively hitting on her.
But still, this was a mistake. Everything has been a mistake, from coming to Korea to coming every fucking night thinking about her best friend in any position her horny brain could come up with.
Mira shuffles closer, close enough for Zoey to feel her breath on her cheek. "So tell me," Mira says. Her voice is soft and gentle and strokes her in just the right ways. She's a horrible person.
"It's nothing," Zoey says, before shrugging Mira's hand off and turning her back to her. The new position only makes pressing her thighs together easier. Even just snaking a hand between them would be so easy.
Nope. No. Not happening.
Within seconds Mira comes closer. She wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her back into her chest. It's something they've done for ages, but Zoey is overheating and every touch Mira grants her (without the knowledge of what it's really doing to her, at that) makes her want to moan, fire erupting over her skin.
She's a sinner. Soon she will be on the other side of the Honmoon, there is no other outcome.
"Go away," she mumbles. The words burn her. Make her chest constrict in a way that says she's close to crying. And still she pushes Mira's arms away from her waist. Shuffles to the edge of the bed just so she's not touching her.
If she knew her daily habit would ruin her like this, she would've dealt with the consequences of no sleep.
She sighs, slightly annoyed that her emotional turmoil is not enough to make the want disappear. How long will she have to spend like this? Until Mira falls asleep? Until morning? This is pathetic. She's nearly shaking out of her own skin, biting her lip hard only to not have to think about doing something else.
"Zoey," Mira says a while later. Not that Zoey had been any closer to sleep, not in the least. But she'd hoped Mira was. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but at least let me know if it's something I did. We can work it out, I promise, whatever it is. I just don't want to lose you."
Her voice is so subdued. So sad.
Zoey turns before she can stop herself. On her side with Mira facing her, she can smell the soft mintiness to her breath. Can see the way her eyebrows draw to the middle of her face in concern.
"It's not your fault,'' Zoey says. Her voice is short, clipped. She needs Mira to know this isn't about her, at least not all of it, but she can't tell her.
"Then what is it? What happened to sharing everything, Zoey? You know what happened the last time one of us kept a secret."
Zoey bites her lip. "This isn't like that. It's literally not your concern, Mira. Don't worry." She tries for a small smile, but it's clear Mira isn't having it.
"Whatever is keeping you up is my concern. I want to be there for you." It hurts, because Zoey knows how hard it is for Mira to be open like this. Remembers how long it took.
"This really isn't," she says.
"Why won't you just talk to me?" Mira asks. Her hand reaches out and smooths over Zoey's under the blanket. It feels like ice. It sends a shot of pleasure through her whole body and she has to bite her tongue to keep from moaning. "Zoey, please."
"Fine," she snaps. "Fine, I'll tell you, but you have to promise you won't think I'm some weirdo, or a freak. And that you'll still be my friend. And know that I feel really, really dumb and I wish it was different."
"Of course," Mira says, squeezing her hand. "Of course, I promise. All of that."
"You might want to stop touching me. Just... Precautions." Mira's frown turns confused, but she still does as Zoey requests. She lets out a long sigh before saying, "I've been pretty stressed lately, it makes it really hard to sleep."
"Okay," Mira says, drawing the word out. "What's been stressing you out?"
Zoey knows this can go one of two ways. Either she makes this about the stress and spends the whole night being comforted and cuddled while all she can think of is rutting up against Mira like some kind of animal, or she tells the truth. Whatever the consequences.
"It's..." She lets out another sigh. She wants to hide her face in the pillow, she feels so naked. "It's not really about the stress. More the way I handle it?"
Mira's fingers brush over her bare arm. "Just tell me what's going on, Zoey. I don't want riddles right now."
"I was gonna." Zoey pouts. "Just know that I didn't mean for it to become a thing, I swear. And I can't help it, if I could we really wouldn't be here right now and I don't want you to think I'm disgusting or some horrible person because, really, I didn't mean it and I feel so bad."
"Zoey," Mira says, voice stern. She squeezes her legs together, just one more time. Immediately hates she's doing it at all.
"I masturbate. Every night. Before I go to bed. Because it quiets my brain and makes it easier for me to sleep." She squeezes her eyes shut, can feel the way her cheeks heat at the admission.
"Okay," Mira says, confusion clear in her tone.
"And now it's become a thing and I just. I-. No. You know what, forget it, forget this ever happened, please." She opens her eyes, pleading. "I don't wanna talk about it. I'll just- hmm." It doesn't matter where she goes, because Mira now knows exactly what she'll be doing in her absence. "I promise I'm not some pervert. I swear. On the Honmoon."
But Mira doesn't look angry. Or betrayed. She looks kind of amused, actually.
Her hand slides back up Zoey's arm. "Relax," she says, her voice smooth and low. "It's fine. I'm not judging you, okay? Everyone has different methods of coping with stress."
"I'm just the freak that gets turned on while sharing a bed," Zoey mutters. "Yay me."
"Come on, Zoey, this really isn't the end of the world."
"Oh, yeah? It certainly feels like it is."
Mira huffs a laugh. "We turned the Honmoon golden together, I think we can handle it."
Zoey chews her cheek, averts her eyes.
There is no way she just said all of that. Admitted to Mira that she is turned on right now. That's so weird. She's so weird.
"I can think of one solution," Mira says. Her voice teasing in the dark night. They'll have to go to sleep soon or they'll both be tired. Zoey doesn't want Mira to suffer because of her useless, horny brain.
Still, she replies, attempting the same teasing tone. It comes out too uncertain, too shaky, "Just one?"
"No. But this one's my favorite," Mira mumbles. She slides closer, wrapping one arm loosely around Zoey's waist. "Let me help you out."
Zoey gasps, eyes wide as they settle on Mira's. She can't be serious, she just can't. But there's no teasing glint in her eyes. Only openness.
Maybe Zoey's misunderstanding. Maybe Mira means to help her out so her room becomes more livable again. Or help her move to the couch. Guide her way to the bathroom.
"You can say no," Mira says. "And I won't talk about it ever again, if you don't want me to. We can forget I ever offered. But I..." Her eyes shine with honesty, uncertainty. "I want to help you out."
Zoey stays quiet. Eyes wide. Frozen.
She must remain that way for too long, because before she knows it, Mira is backing up, letting her arm slide off Zoey's waist.
Being someone that thinks things though before doing them. For several hours. Zoey surprises herself by catching Mira's face before she's too far. Bringing it closer to hers. "Are you serious?" she asks.
Mira's eyes drop to her lips. "Yeah," she sighs.
It's enough of a confirmation for Zoey, who carefully closes the gap between them.
Their lips press together. They're only testing the waters, but it already feels a thousand times more electric than anything else ever did.
She's so fucking horny. She wants her so bad.
So when Mira slides a hand over her waist, pulling her closer, she doesn't hesitate before sliding one of her thighs between Mira's. It's soft and gentle and she can always blame it on wanting to be closer to her, but Mira's hand continues its path, settling on her butt and tugging her in so her own thigh is pressed firmly between Zoey's legs.
Zoey wishes she could help the small noise she makes, something like a gasp and a whine, but it's muffled enough by Mira's mouth for her not to worry. She pulls back, just slightly, far enough to mumble, "You don't have to."
"I want to," Mira replies. Her voice is rough, lower than it normally is. "I want to make you feel good. I wanna make you come."
The moan that fills the room is so explicit that it can only be Zoey's. She's well enough acquainted with her own noises, always grateful for the partially soundproofed rooms. She never had to learn to keep quiet. It's a bit embarrassing now.
Or it would be, if she didn't see the way Mira's eyes darkened.
Mira reaches over her body, unintentionally pulling Zoey down against her thigh. It feels like fucking heaven and Zoey bites her tongue, trying to quiet the sounds she wants to make so fucking bad.
Her pussy is throbbing, weeping at the thought of the release it will hopefully finally get. She's been thinking about it for so long, for hours, any touch, any brush feels like it will push her straight over the edge.
She knows she's leaking against Mira's pyjama pants. It's hot underneath the blanket and suddenly she needs it off, needs it now.
It seems that Mira had already been one step ahead of her, because the blanket is pulled back before the light flicks on, bathing the dark room in a soft orange glow.
Zoey immediately feels exposed. Her chest is heaving and she can't help but stare at Mira a little wide-eyed.
Because she'd assumed this would be a 'hidden beneath the night'-thing. She wasn't counting on being so exposed, even if it's just under the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
She knows she's a bit chubbier than both Mira and Rumi are. She's not bothered by it, honestly grateful that she doesn't get put on any restricting diets. Her thighs are a little thicker, her hips a little broader, where Mira is all gorgeous lean muscle.
And she doesn't know why it comes to mind now, when Mira is looking at her like she wants nothing more than to kiss her again. With her thigh pressed up between Zoey's legs.
Mira brushes a strand of hair away from her face. "Is this okay? I wanna see you," she mumbles. It's more than Zoey could have ever hoped for, really. She's just not sure if she's awake right now.
Still, she nods, leaning forward to capture Mira's lips in a kiss again. They're soft and slightly sticky from the chapstick she's wearing. Zoey doesn't know if she's ever felt anything so nice.
She can't help but move her hands up to her face, grabbing it softly while she stumbles through the motions of her third kiss. All she knows is what she wants, and she wants to taste Mira.
Her tongue drags along the seam of her lips. For a moment she's unsure. Does Mira even want this? It doesn't really matter, she's offering to help her out and girls kiss all the time. It doesn't mean anything. But tasting each other beyond the soft press of their lips is different.
Mira opens her mouth, letting one of her hands slide to the back of Zoey's head for a better angle and tightening her legs around Zoey's thigh, pushing her hips forward in a movement that could be called unconscious.
But right now Zoey really doesn't care whether or not Mira likes her back. She doesn't care about anything other than the slide of their tongues, the way she tastes the mint of Mira's toothpaste now. The knowledge that the other girl is just as into this as she is.
She rolls her hips forward, sighing at the relief it brings. Mira's hand slides up, bunching Zoey's borrowed sleep shirt up around her waist and pushing back into her panties. The sensation of her acrylic nails digging into the soft meat of her butt is enough to make her hips twitch forward again, starting up a consistent grind against Mira's thigh.
She can't believe Mira is really, willingly, touching her like this. She can't believe she's letting her hump her leg like she wanted to do to her pillow half an hour ago.
"Fuck," she sighs, their lips disconnecting. She can still taste Mira's toothpaste in her mouth.
Mira laughs. "She swears!"
"Shut up, Mira," Zoey huffs. "Do you..." She, regretfully, pauses her movements. "Do you wanna take off our clothes?"
Mira lets out a shaky breath, licking her lips. She nods.
"Okay," Zoey replies. She lets Mira's thigh slip from between hers, sitting up in the bed.
Her hands are sweaty. She showered, but still she's silently praying she doesn't smell right now. Mira's smelled it all before, of course, but it's different now, isn't it?
She pulls her shirt over her head in one quick motion before she starts overthinking it, letting it drop to the bedroom floor without looking back.
Mira's eyes are instantly drawn to her boobs, where they sit bare now that the shirt is gone. Zoey bites her lips, crosses her arms in an attempt not to cover herself. She realizes only a moment too late it only makes them more prominent.
Licking her lips, Mira sits up fully, not taking her eyes off Zoey's chest. She reaches out, almost uncertain, before cupping one of her breasts. Zoey's arms fall back down, the feeling of Mira's cold palm shocking through her. Mira brings up her other hand, before seemingly shaking herself out of it, reaching for the bottom of her own shirt with a small smile.
Zoey has seen Mira naked plenty of times before, but it's still different now that she's taking off her shirt for her. Her hair falls back around her shoulders and she doesn't give Zoey the same luxury of letting her touch before she's wriggling out of her pyjama pants.
"You're..." Zoey breathes. She doesn't even know how she wants to end that sentence. Mira is the most beautiful girl she's ever seen. She's so hot. So pretty. Zoey wants to touch. She wants to writhe against her and kiss those perfect lips. She wants her.
Mira nods. "You too."
"Do you want to leave our underwear on?" Zoey finds herself asking, instead of doing. The last thing she wants is to rush into things and make Mira uncomfortable.
She knows she can come off a bit strong, sometimes.
But Mira just shakes her head. "No, I wanna see you." She takes a deep breath, letting one of her hands slide around Zoey's waist and pulling her closer again. She just can't get enough, it seems. "All of you."
A nervous laugh falls from Zoey's lips and she wants to bury herself in a six feet deep hole, because there is no way she just laughed. Not when they're doing this. Not when she's actively leaking into her panties, throbbing at the thought of Mira seeing her bare.
"Sorry," she says.
"Don't apologise." Mira leans forward, sliding their lips together. It's tortuously slow and only makes Zoey ache for her more. "Lay down," she mumbles into her mouth. She guides Zoey onto her back, breaking the kiss only when she's effectively leaned over her.
Mira's fingers brush under the elastic band of her underwear. Zoey nods, giving her all the permission she needs to slide the soaked piece of fabric over her legs.
Zoey starts to pull up her legs, regain some sense of composure, but Mira's hands grip her thighs, pushing them down. "I told you I want to see you," she mumbles.
A hand slides up her thigh, so high Zoey holds her breath, before it slides down again. Zoey nearly whines at the thought of what could have been. The thought of Mira touching her where he is so obviously throbbing for her.
"Show me," Mira mumbles.
"What?" A soft laugh works its way from her throat again, like she can't help it. She must be blushing all the way down to her toes.
"Show me how you touch yourself, late at night..." Mira's hand slides up again. "When you can't sleep..."
"You can't be serious," Zoey sighs. That's too much, too embarrassing. Besides, Mira had said she'd help out, right? This is only teasing. She's still wearing her underwear!
Mira takes her hand away, instead slinging one leg over hers, straddling one of her thighs. "Fine. Don't," she huffs. Her hands settle on Zoey's waist, her hips circling. Zoey can feel her wetness against her thigh, leaking through her underwear. She doesn't think she's ever felt something hotter and Mira just cupped her tits.
They stay like that for a couple moments, Zoey just staring up at Mira as she closes her eyes and grinds down harder against her. Using her for her own pleasure. "I'm not touching you, if that's what you're waiting for. Not where you want me to."
She wants to ask. Why not? It's beyond obvious she's into this. Just as much as Zoey. Or, well, it would be as much if Zoey hadn't been waiting for this exact moment for lifetimes. If she hadn't imagined it over and over from the comfort of her own sheets.
And she doesn't even care, really, if Mira touches her or not. She thinks she could come without anyone laying a finger on her from the sight alone.
Because Mira looks like a goddess, where she sits perched atop Zoey's leg. Her hair falls around her shoulders in waves because she hadn't bothered blowdrying it after her shower and her skin is soft and smooth. She looks down at Zoey like she's a prey.
It's scary, it's everything she's ever wanted.
That doesn't mean she wouldn't want Mira to touch her, too. So, she hums. A questioning sound.
"I'm not..." Mira loses her train of thought for a second as she grinds down, hands clenching on Zoey's waist. "I'm not doing anything unless you show me what feels good to you."
Zoey's breath catches in her throat. "But that's embarrassing! You'll just be watching me. You're not even naked yet!"
That last thing is easily resolved when Mira rolls off her and slides her panties over her legs, throwing them right off the bed. "Better?" she asks.
Zoey stutters, her eyes don't know where to go. Down to her pussy, her thighs where slick is glistening, or to her self-assured smirk. In the end, she lets out a high pitched hum, nodding.
"You're so pretty," Zoey whines, turning to face her again. Her hand reaches out and softly grasps Mira's hip, tugging her closer. Their chests bump together as Mira cups her face, not bothering with any of that soft shit before licking straight into Zoey's mouth.
Zoey moans, her grip on Mira's hip tightening. It isn't long, though, before Mira pushes at her shoulder. "Show me."
She sighs, but still turns to her back, letting her hair fan out across the pillow. She tries not to think of Mira as she props herself up on her elbow, but she's really hard to ignore. So she does what she does best, she starts talking.
"I guess usually I start like..." She slides one hand up to her chest, softly kneading her boob before pinching a nipple. The gasp that falls from her lips is entirely unrehearsed.
Mira reaches out immediately, taking over. She takes a nipple, rolling it between her fingers. "Like that?" she asks, a hint of amusement in her tone. She has to know how it makes Zoey feel from the sound she makes alone. The way she squirms on the bed, legs pulling up slightly as pleasure rushes through her body.
"What next?" Mira asks, she leans down to press a hot kiss into Zoey's collarbone. Something that makes her heart beat just a tiny bit faster. If that's possible at all.
Zoey tries to gather her thoughts, imagining she is in her own bedroom and the hand twisting her nipple is hers. "I just." She takes a deep breath, sliding a hand slowly down her stomach, "I touch..." Two of her fingers slide between her folds with practiced ease. She squeezes her eyes shut.
"I go slowly," Zoey sighs as she carefully circles her fingers around her clit. It's the first real relief she'd gotten all night. It's both hot like the flames of a building fire and cold like waves washing over her at once. She feels herself leak onto the bed. "Soft pressure, small, tight circles. Barely even touching at all."
She blinks her eyes open, pulling her hand away from between her legs with significant effort. Mira makes a questioning noise, her hand falling away from Zoey's chest.
"I don't wanna come like this, Mira. Want you to touch me, please."
The admission makes her face burn, but Mira sits up, straddling Zoey's leg in a similar fashion as before. She doesn't say anything, but Zoey can tell how aroused she is where she's wet and sticky against her thigh. It makes the slide easy, when she hitches her hips forward.
Mira kisses her neck, sucking at the point where it meets her jaw. "Could watch you touch yourself for hours," she mumbles, between kisses. Her hands come up to cup her chest again. "Fucking love your boobs," she mumbles. It makes Zoey keen.
Mira grinds her hips down, breath hot against Zoey's neck. It turns impossibly hotter when she moves down. Pressing kiss after kiss to her neck, collarbones, sternum, lower.
She lets go of Zoey's tits, one hand settling on her waist as she sucks a nipple into her mouth. The sound that comes out of Zoey can only be described as a scream, and still, Mira doesn't relent. She bites her nipple softly, before smoothing her tongue over the bud to ease the sting.
"Shit, Mira," Zoey gasps. At the sound of her name, a soft whimper forms in Mira's chest.
Zoey's hands shoot out to hold Mira's hips. It's stupid she hadn't thought of it before, because pulling Mira into a near constant grinding rhythm against her is so fucking hot she could explode.
A hand trails down her stomach, pausing momentarily before a finger pushes between her folds. Mira has to be careful with her long nails, but she seems experienced enough at making it work.
Besides, Zoey can handle a little soreness if it means Mira continues gently rubbing her clit like she's doing right now. "That's so good," Zoey gasps. It's not quite the same as doing it herself. The feeling of another's hand is a little foreign, but she falls into it, pulling Mira against her as she takes heaving breaths.
Mira switches to her other nipple, the saliva on the other one cooling quickly, a strange but welcome feeling as Mira continues to caress her clit, really. Despite it being the barest amount of pressure, Zoey tenses. She can hear her heart beating in her ears. Her hole clenching down on nothing. "Fuck," Zoey gasps. "Harder, please, harder. I'm so close."
Instead of doing what she asks, Mira drags her finger down, until it's resting against her entrance. "Can I?" She asks, her warm breath puffing against Zoey's breast.
Zoey nods, her nails digging into Mira's hips. She's leaving marks, she knows she must be. But they're under the clothes, so she doubts anyone will even notice.
It's kind of hot too, leaving her mark on Mira like that. It almost makes this more real.
Mira works her finger into Zoey's heat. It slips right in, really with how wet she is. After a few pumps she adds another.
Zoey has never really bothered fingering herself, not seeing the use in it. She always wanted to get off fast, but now that it's Mira's fingers inside her, she thinks it feels nice to have something filling her up inside. It means she's not clenching down on air, but real human fingers.
"You're so desperate," Mira sighs. Her face is kind of just resting in between Zoey's boobs now. It should be weird, but in actuality it feels pretty natural. All things considered, anyway.
Zoey laughs, pulling her hips down against her again. She's a little annoyed at being taken off the edge after getting so close, but can't deny the fact that she wanted it to last longer either way. "Yeah, I think we established that the moment I couldn't get to sleep because I was too horny."
A wet tongue drags between her tits, up to her neck, where Mira's lips press again. Her tongue flattens against the skin as she sucks.
If Rumi managed to hide her demon marks for years, she's sure she can hide a few hickeys. It's a nice feeling. Makes her back arch, if only slightly.
They find a rhythm again, with Mira slowly working her fingers in and out of her hole, filling the room with slick, squelching noises, and Zoey guiding her hips down into a filthy grind against her thigh. Mira moves farther up, kissing Zoey.
It's not enough to get her over the edge, not with the added distraction of Mira's lips moving over hers, but it certainly makes her relax back into the bed. It's easy, falling into their little bubble.
So easy, that she doesn't know to expect the pressure that settles on her clit after a moment and she gasps. It feels fucking heavenly and she's right on the edge again, she looks down to see Mira's thumb rubbing tight circles into her. She throws her head back with a moan, squeezing her eyes shut. "Fuck," she moans.
Mira's hips barely need guidance at all anymore. She's panting above her, free hand coming up to cup one of Zoey's breasts. "You're so pretty when you moan like that," Mira gasps. "Makes me want to drag this out forever. Could go all night."
Zoey laughs. A choked off thing, the sparks shooting through her body too much to contain the moans. "Doubt Bobby would like that."
Her muscles pull taut and for a moment she thinks she might come, but then Mira changes her pace to something softer. Pulled back from the edge yet again. "That's for bringing up our manager." Mira presses her teeth carefully into Zoey's shoulder.
Zoey pinches her side, makes her squirm.
"Just fuck me, Mira," Zoey sighs.
Mira moans, her hips twitching forward in a harsh movement that tells Zoey she really didn't mean to do that at all. "Fuck, I'm-."
"Mira," Zoey whines, grabbing her hips tight. "Please make me come, please."
Quickening her pace, she presses wet kisses against Zoey's throat. Her hips are still working and Zoey feels confident enough to slide one hand between Mira's legs, finding her clit with relative ease and attempting to match the near ruthless pace Mira set.
It's fast, it's hard. Mira's hand spasms where it's holding Zoey's breast. Her hips are still moving, pushing forward into Zoey's hand. Her thumb drags over Zoey's clit where she's sure it's all puffed out, her fingers merely resting inside her, something to clench down onto.
"Kiss me," Zoey gasps. "Mira, please, fuck, kiss-."
Mira's lips are clumsy and wet. Their kiss is more of a slide with too much tongue and teeth clashing where they don't bother to finesse their movements, but it's perfect.
Zoey moans as she comes, pleasure mounting until it shoots through her body. Her head falls back against the bed and her own fingers pause their movements even when Mira's continue to rub her through her orgasm. She can feel herself clench down on Mira's fingers and quickly realizes she won't get enough of that feeling.
"Fuck," Mira gasps. Her hips grind hard against her thigh and then her legs are clenching, movements halting as a whine in the form of Zoey's name falls from her lips, coming on the sensation of humping Zoey's leg alone.
The room fills with the sounds of their rapid breathing, even as Mira collapses on Zoey's chest, pulling her fingers from her pussy.
They lay there for a long while, coming down. Zoey places a hand on Mira's back and she doesn't bother opening her eyes. Who needs sight when their soul just left their body, anyway?
"That was the best orgasm I ever had," Mira mumbles, right into Zoey's tits.
Zoey swallows before responding, but her voice still sounds raw. "Me too."
Silence falls around them again. Zoey doesn't really know how long it lasts, because she's drifting in and out of sleep, finally satisfied. Mira's heartbeat is solid against the hand that rests on her back and her breathing has become more regular.
"So," Mira says. She adjusts herself to lay more comfortably, wiping her dirty hand on the sheets before dragging her fingers up and down Zoey's arm. "Think you'll be able to sleep now?"
Zoey hums. She brushes Mira's hair away from her back to give her more surface to draw little hearts. "This won't change anything between us, right?"
"Of course not," Mira scoffs. "We went through the whole demon-Rumi reveal and still love her the same. Besides, I really liked it."
"Good," Zoey sighs. For a moment she'd been afraid she just ruined everything in one horny fit. She's still only half convinced she's not dreaming. "Because I don't think my room is going to be done in another couple days, at least."