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Mira straightened in her seat, peering out the slightly cracked window. There. Mira's mouth went dry. The other woman, R, was standing in the building's lobby, eyes down as she looked at her phone. Hopefully at Mira's last text. She was far and had a hood on, but Mira savored her all the same. A part of Mira still couldn't believe she was real. R had given her a vague description of herself for Mira to recognize for pickup — tallish, purple braid, and I'll be wearing black. Indeed, Mira saw, peeking out of the hood, was thick, neatly braided purple hair, thrown over a narrow frame. R was wearing a long coat, belted in the middle. Finely tailored, from what it looked like.
"Pull forward and flash your lights," Mira murmured, rapping her knuckle over the half open privacy screen. The driver nodded, bringing the car to a slow crawl and beaming the lights for a second.
Mira's breath caught, a soft, dangerous part of her chest unspooling. R's head tipped up, eyes sharpening as she caught the car. In the cutest beat of hesitation, as if the car wasn't for her, R offered a polite half-smile before she seemed to realize. She moved quickly, giving an awkward bow to someone Mira couldn't see — maybe an attendant or front desk agent? — before pushing open the glass door and heading out to the car with her head down, a flush on her cheeks that Mira could see as she made her way over.
As soon as the cat door opened, Mira tensed, not ready for how the other woman looked like even closer. Real, not from her screen. She'd already felt her body, felt her fingers inside her for fuck's sake just days before, but she hadn't known what the other woman really looked like in the dark. Her heart was racing, a thick, cloying feeling in her throat that she didn't want to name making it hard to stay as suave as she wanted.
They'd been talking for days — only days, somehow — flirty messages and filthy promises sent back and forth for their first real meeting, but Mira felt like it'd been weeks of time crunched into such a short period. She thought of R, especially how they met, every moment of the day. Even Zoey, who had at first savored getting to tease Mira over her meeting R and texting so much, had begun to dissolve in exasperated groans when Mira was lost in thought about R again.
Their meeting had been extremely spontaneous. An itch of Mira's, that she couldn't fathom having reaped so much for. She'd elected to visit the Sapphire Tiger, a high-end, terribly exclusive, lesbian…meeting spot, of sorts. Truly, it was just a fancy gloryhole, for quick, no-strings-attached hook-ups among Seoul's celebrity lesbians that wanted to fuck without an NDA. The process to getting approved was a migraine and a half, but it was well worth it. Privacy was of the utmost importance and any violation was grounds for removal and more. She attended sparingly, but enjoyed keeping it in her back pocket.
But her meeting with R…
After they'd finished, the room still dark and the movements from the other side of the wall undeniably sounds of leaving, Mira had felt panicked, mind a terrible, desperate haze for it not to end. Discussion of anything beyond sex or any personal information or types of communication, of course, were strictly forbidden. And yet, losing R into the night was just—
Unfathomable.
Thankfully, the other woman had not only not reported Mira but had sent Mira a text as requested, since Mira received a message an hour later when she was waiting in her bed, sweating with anxiety. It'd been from an unknown number, a hey, pretty girl. I'm R. Mira hadn't even been able to wait to answer, like she usually would.
Since then, they'd texted constantly. It had started exclusively sexual, but Mira found herself wondering too what kind of day R was having, if she was in a good mood or taking care of herself. They hadn't exchanged any other personal information, but one of the nights, instead of their usual sexy banter, Mira asked R how her day had gone, smiling to herself when R seemed almost flustered over the interest. Mira found that R was a dazzling mix of suave self-assuredness one beat and then flustered and sweet the next; Mira couldn't believe that it was real, that this was the woman who had already fucked her stupid just nights before. They'd agreed to meet, for real, that Friday, and Mira had never waited for a Friday with more anticipation in her life.
But she was there, real, for Mira.
As R leaned back, shifting her hood back, Mira stared. She kept trying to reconcile the woman inches away with the night they'd shared.
Mira tapped her nails expectantly on the wall. It was floor to ceiling, only leaving a small, cut out hole waist height. Whoever it was on the other side was either shy or a waste of her time.
"Come on," Mira muttered, leaning her forehead against the smooth, dark wall. She was aroused out of her mind — had been all day but had deliberately not touch herself, wanting to be wound tight as possible for this. "Don't be shy, aegi. I don't bite, usually." Mira let out a sultry chuckle, an undertone of impatience. "I'd rather choke on it. I only bite if you're taking too long."
Mira heard a sharp inhale from the other side and a rustling, and then, incredibly, the familiar notching sound of a strap on. Mira's eyes fluttered in anticipation. The room was dark, only a dusky red tone from the overhead perimeter lighting. Mira could sense movement on the other side of the hole and her stomach clenched eagerly. Finally.
Slowly, a thick, long dark purple strap slid through the hole, moving and then stilling, as if ready for inspection. Mira would have smiled if the sight didn't make her thighs press together. Another rush of slick rolled through her in anticipation. Mira tapped her nails along the hole, as if considering, though her visitor looked like exactly what she wanted.
"You like it big," Mira commented, pleased when there was no apologetic murmur or movement. "I do, too." Mira ran her forefinger over the head of it, tapping her nail against it. "Are you bare under this?"
"Yes," the other woman answered, her voice so much prettier than Mira was ready for. Obscenely pretty, actually. Mira straightened a little, replaying the voice in her head greedily. She didn't think she'd ever heard a voice she liked the sound of more. "You can check, if you don't believe me," the voice added, a tinge breathless.
"I do," Mira admitted, letting her hand wrap fully around the strap and give a deliberate tug. "But I think I should check, anyways." Slowly, Mira pressed forward, able to slide her hand through the hole if she fully wrapped it around the strap. She could feel the other woman step forward, tilting her hips up. Mira let her fingers wander eagerly, mapping out the stranger's form. Mira shut her eyes. Part of it was the anonymity, yes, that had been so appealing about visiting that particular establishment.
But, Mira liked to offer due appreciation, assign a little form to whoever was fucking her, if it suited her taste. Mira pressed her forehead against the wall, breaths becoming shallower with each second. The other woman had not lied. Mira could feel the sheer heat coming off in waves, especially from between her thighs. The harness was on, snug over her hips. Mira could feel the taut way the woman was standing, the muscled architecture of her upper legs that Mira always coveted.
"You feel strong," Mira exhaled, shakier than she meant to. She turned her face against the wall, fingers straining to feel the other woman's lower abdomen. Fuuuuck, she thought, as she felt the smooth, tense muscle under her fingertips. "That's good," Mira added, almost to herself. She swallowed, pitching her voice lower with more intent. "I like it hard. Can you do that, aegi?"
"As long as you want," the other woman said, voice strained, but she sounded closer. Mira imagined her pressing her forehead against the stall, just inches between them. She exhaled, a strained sound in the back of her throat. "Can—" she hesitated. "Can I feel you?"
Mira arched a brow, hearing the novelty in the question, since it seemed like the other woman hadn't meant to let it slip out. Mira shut her eyes. She'd only done this a couple of times before and had denied her partner's wish to touch her every time, more out of habit than anything. Everything was a risk — just being there, no matter how well regulated it was, how protected it was. Mira had wanted to be fucked, but she hadn't been drawn to any previous partner's voice or presence like—
"Put your fingers through," Mira ordered, pushing her panties down and stepping closer.
The other woman moved quick, jerking back her strap through the hole. Her finger were slower, more cautious, sliding through like she knew Mira almost said no. Mira pressed closer, going on her tiptoes to settle more soundly over the other woman's fingers. As soon as they touched, Mira bit her lip. Instantly, the other woman's wrist turned, her fingers sliding against Mira's heat deliberately. Her middle finger traced the seam of Mira, and Mira heard a shuddering, low breath from across the stall. The other woman's forefinger slid back, pressing against Mira's clit.
"Wish I could taste you," the other woman confessed suddenly, her forefinger circling with more intent. "I…You feel so fucking good."
The praise went straight through Mira's defenses. "You've barely even felt how good I can feel. Why don't you—" Mira teased, gasping suddenly as the other woman's middle finger began to press slowly inside. Mira tipped her head forward, hair falling around her. She clenched around the other woman's finger, enamored and turned on too fucking much with how much care the other woman was taking in each moment.
Mira sank down harder over the woman's finger, moaning encouragingly when she crooked her finger inside as Mira clenched around her. Mira was about to try and press her palms flat against the wall, get more leverage to really fuck herself on this woman's incredible touch, see if she could slide in another finger already, but then the other woman let out a rough breath. Her finger slid out, pulling back to her side just as Mira let out an involuntary whine.
Before Mira could even think to find any sharp words, she heard a sucking sound from the other side and realized with a shiver what she was doing. Tasting her. A sharp exhale followed. "You're—," the other woman started. She made a frustrated sound in the back of her throat. Mira heard what sounded like a buckle from the other side, a quick notch that Mira knew was the harness. That pretty voice came back, but steely: "Turn around for me."
Something snapped in Mira and she moved before she could think not to. She never had let anyone, anonymous or not, order her around like that. She savored dictating the pace, making them plead and jerk helplessly before finally letting them fuck her, but something in the other woman's voice tore straight through her. Mira didn't even bother letting her panties fully come off; bracing her arms against the soft sitting area in front of her, she swallowed and pressed back almost blindly against the wall. She knew the other woman couldn't see her, wouldn't be able to appreciate the arch to her back, but Mira tilted her hips upwards, letting her head dip down. She shut her eyes, suddenly taken with the need to imagine what the woman looked like. If the rest of her body was as toned, as powerful. What face that addicting, quiet voice belonged to.
"There, pretty girl," the other woman said, voice still strained. Mira looked between her legs, seeing the strap poke through. Mira shivered with anticipation, feeling herself pulse needily as another wave of slick slid out. "Guide me," the other woman said, voice touch softer. "I'll do the rest when you're ready."
Mira's breath caught in her throat and she nodded, even though the other woman couldn't see it. Mira shifted her weight on her left arm, using her right to reach back and wrap her fingers around the strap, which was now slick with lube. Mira blinked, incredulous the other woman got it on so fast and appreciating the care behind it. She guided the blunt head to her core, letting out a involuntary moan out as it touched. Mira expected the other woman to slide in, start the push forward, but she was waiting.
Mira felt an unexpected burst of warmth. It wasn't as if previous partners had been too intent or even selfish, since Mira took control before they even could act that way, but it still…felt different. Mira exhaled, bringing both hands to the edge of the bench and finding a comfortable hold. Slowly, she pushed back onto it, eyes shut tight as the familiar burn stretched her out. She shivered halfway, pulling off to sink back again in a shallow thrust back, all while the other woman held still.
"I know you take it so well," the other woman said, voice rougher than Mira had heard it before. Yet she could feel the amount of restraint behind her, could imagine the power behind taut muscles, twitching for the go ahead to plow forward. "Look so good around me. Taking me so deep. Is that right, pretty girl?"
Mira gasped, thrusting back with more fervor, the buzz of pleasure dancing up her spine with the burn. Yes, she almost said, but she bit her lip to stop herself. It was new, to even let the other woman lead in any way, but she wasn't ready to beg. (Yet.) Still, Mira spread her legs wider, sliding further back.
"I know you do," the other woman praised, pleased, like she could see Mira. "I'll make you feel so good. Give you what you wanted tonight, what you needed, aegi," the other woman promised, the pet name Mira had used coming back and needling right between her ribs.
"Fuck," Mira whined, pushing back harder, too soon probably, but wanting to feel the entirety of the strap in already. It was hard to adjust; she was tight, always almost too tight, but she'd worn a plug earlier, knowing it'd be her saving grace when there was less time for foreplay. And the strap was big, certainly bigger than she usually received, but the way it seemed to take up all the space in her body was making her wet like she hadn't been in forever. Mira placed an open hand back against the stall, tilting her hips just so, and the strap sunk in all the way with the additional wave of slick that followed. Mira moaned, a long drawn moan.
Mira could hear the breathing from the other side, near panting, but still the other woman wasn't moving yet. Mira rolled her hips, riding the newly sheathed weight inside, excited by the way each second made the stretch better. "Fuck me," Mira let out, wanting it to sound more demanding that it was. "You can move, I—"
Immediately, the other woman began thrusting, fast and hard. The rest of her words caught in Mira's throat, the force of the strap that she'd just barely gotten used to feeling so much deeper inside as the other woman pistoned forward. Her knees nearly gave out form the force and her hand at the bench braced most all her sudden weight.
Mira tried her best to push back into it, but it was starting to get hard to do anything but just take the sudden pounding. A heady haze settled at the base of her skull, a mindlessness she almost never dipped into. The other woman slammed into her, exacting each thrust with such force that every sound that escaped Mira's lips seemed instantly categorized into a perfect reading into what Mira wanted: deeper, tilted a degree up then down, never faltering, just more and more.
"Fuuuuck," Mira gasped amidst moans. She meant to slip a hand down between her legs, touch her clit, but sudden locking of her stomach previewed an earlier orgasm than she was ready for. Mira shut her eyes, crying out, as she clenched around the strap. Her orgasm tore through her, her vision whiting out.
It was only then that the rhythm faltered. As the other woman slid out, Mira whimpered. She shut her eyes, embarrassed. "No, fuck, keep going," Mira snapped over her shoulder, making up for the symphony of pleading she was handing this woman so easily. Mira shivered as a gush of her slick slid out, the sound lewd. Mira braced herself better, letting herself savor the aftershocks of her orgasms more intentionally. She head tipped forward, hair mussed from jerking forward so much.
"You want me to fuck you through each orgasm?" came the pretty voice again, lower.
Stupidly, Mira felt her mouth twitch up. The tenderness of confirming, why the other woman had slowed her pace for Mira, needled through Mira's ribs and tucked away in her chest. Mira exhaled shakily as the strap slid back inside, building thrusts back up. The unintentional pretension that Mira would have multiple orgasms didn't escape her either, and she held it for a moment, ready for the instinctive dislike, but it didn't come. "You fucking better," Mira answered in a rasp. Just like that, the pace built back up fast, jolting her forward, and Mira felt herself slip back into it easily.
The other woman made good on her word. Mira had lost count — there was so many small, almost teasing orgasms that had her fluttering around the other woman's straps and then full-fledged, real orgasms that took Mira's breath and melted the seconds together into one endless, blurred high of pleasure. Her thighs were dripping with slick, legs shaking, stomach tensing and untensing so hard that it was twitching continuously. She'd never been fucked so well, so deeply, that she felt so mindless, desperate to just sit there and take all of it again and again. It was humiliating, debasing, better than any sex she'd ever had in her life.
Finally, Mira couldn't help it and she slumped forward, cheek pressed against the bench as she took in fast breaths. The strap slid out of her, trailing her inner thigh briefly, her own hot slick leaving a trail that only broke when Mira shifted far enough away. Her core pulsed wildly, clenching around nothing, the emptiness a physical pain after being filled so constantly. She was dizzy, vision still fuzzy around the edges, as Mira sagged into the cool bench. It was only with the sharper rap of a knuckle that she blinked blearily to awareness.
"You okay?" the other woman asked, voice husky but tinged with a sudden, sharp concern. "Did—"
"Yes," Mira exhaled shakily, trying to angle her head over her shoulder to cast her faint voice. She turned, propping herself on her thigh as she jerkily pulled her panties back up. Her thighs were uncomfortably wet, her core flushed and sensitive. Mira let out a soft groan as she tipped back to gingerly sit down, wincing slightly. "Fuck, yes." She swallowed, waiting until her breathing was more normal. Mira heard rustling on the other side, imagined the woman sliding off her harness and pulling her pants back on; she was hit again the wish that she could watch, not have to imagine.
Mira's eyes dropped down to the hole in the wall between them, empty then, and Mira traced it as she caught her breath. The other woman could very well duck down, try to get a glance at Mira even through the dark, but Mira knew she wouldn't. It was careless, letting that possibility out into the world; she was always careful, unfailingly so when she was there, as much as she could be. But she felt like she could barely stand, let alone try to have the wherewithal to keep her high-profile as defended as Bobby needed her to if he wanted to live to forty without having a heart attack.
"I haven't come that many times like that in…" Mira continued hoarsely, hoping her voice was loud enough across the barrier. She knew each second was on bought time; any encounter she'd had before ended as soon as she'd finished. But she felt compelled to fill the air, keep the other woman there. "Fucking ever."
Mira heard the other woman exhale. "Good," she replied, nearly too quiet for Mira to hear. "Good." Then there was a louder rustle on the other side, and a sudden louder sound against the wall, like the other woman was bracing against it. "I, uhm," the pretty voice started. "I'll go if you're okay." She knocked on the stall, a faint two knock. "Maybe…well, maybe I'll see you here again." A beat. "Get home safe, pretty girl." Then Mira heard her step away and panic surged through her.
Mira pushed herself up, gasping slightly at the uncomfortable protest between her thighs. "Wait," she called. Mira stood up on trembling legs, pressing close to the wall, palms pressed against it. She knew she'd be breaking the rules — no matter what, there wasn't supposed to be any revealing information shared. It was grounds to have access removed immediately. But the thought of the other woman just leaving, forever, made Mira feel liek she couldn't breathe.
Mira pressed her cheek against the wall. She licked her lips, feeling stupid, but then the resounding loss that Mira knew it would be was too much to just let happen. "Wait." Mira heard nothing from the other side, wasn't even sure she hadn't slipped away already. "I—" Mira started, frustrated. "Shit. I know this isn't," Mira swallowed nervously, wishing again she could just see the woman. Sense if this was even possible, what she wanted. "Allowed, exactly. But, can I—" Mira steeled herself, pressing harder against the wall, like she could will the answer she wanted to hear back. "I'd…like to give you my personal number. If you want."
Silence answered her. Mira shut her eyes, a flash of embarrassment tearing through her. But then she heard that same pretty voice, an undertone of surprise in it: "Oh, I…okay. Yeah. I'd…like that." Mira heard a rustle on the other side come closer, imagined the other woman pressing closer until they were just inches between each other. "Yeah. I'm ready if you are." Mira could hear her a smile in the other woman's voice and she barely bit back a sigh of relief.
Mira smiled, feeling giddy. "Good." She shifted against the wall, head leaning against it. She felt silly but overwhelmingly pleased. "I, obviously, uhm don't have my phone with me, so I'll answer you when I get back home. I'd just…really like to see you again." Mira bit her lip, not sure where all this was coming from, but it was just tearing out of her. She didn't do vulnerability, not asking and waiting for an answer, but…it felt almost natural, all for this pretty voice across the wall. "Or just text you. Whatever you—"
"Yeah?" The other woman hummed. "I'd like to taste you still," the other woman pointed out, a pleased note in her voice. "And maybe all of the above, too." She waited a beat, deliberately, like she was feeling playful. "You know, if you want."
Mira couldn't help the small, amused laugh that escaped her. She was so fucked. She couldn't do this, certainly not without an NDA, not without—
Mira was glad then for a fleeting moment, then, that the other woman couldn't see her. Mira let herself grin, a toothy flash that she never let herself do, into the dark, unseen. "I do. My number is—"
Mira's mind went to static as she kept looking at R. That was the gorgeous, the most beautiful women Mira had ever seen, who was also who fucked her better than she'd ever been fucked before? There in her car, ready to go back to her place? That one?
R settled in her seat, shutting the door carefully behind her before meeting Mira's gaze. The driver rolled up the privacy screen. Mira prepared for the sudden recognition to flit through R's expression, the cue for Mira to tap twice on the privacy screen and have her driver hand her the NDA packet for R to sign, but it didn't come. R's breath caught, lips parting briefly. She was flushing fully then, all the way to her ears.
"Hi, R," Mira offered in a sultry purr, letting her eyes appreciate R's form obviously. "You—"
"You're beautiful," R exhaled, and then shut her eyes like she couldn't believe what she'd said. Her eyes flew open, a nervous look on her face as she held a hand up. "I mean, I—" she swallowed. "Of course, I knew you would be beautiful, really, I just—" she looked at Mira a beat longer, eyes sharpening like she was committing Mira to memory. She shook her head faintly. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Mira's eyes widened, her smirk faltering for a heartbeat. As if R had stolen all the air in the car with her words, Mira's throat strained over nothing. But R's words reverberated in her mind, in her heart, disarming her thoroughly. Mira felt her cheeks heat up. There was a seat between them, but Mira slid across slowly, until she was a breath away. R tensed, eyes dipping down to Mira's mouth briefly before meeting her gaze.
"Thank you," Mira said softly, tilting her head slowly as she leaned in. They were meeting to fuck for fuck's sake, but Mira still felt a flash of vulnerable nervousness she wasn't used to. She pushed through it — again, Mira didn't do nerves. Didn't — shouldn't — have any of the real seeds of feelings that she'd felt build up in the last few days, for the faceless, pretty voice that ruined her for anyone else, that was now right next to her and more beautiful than anyone she'd ever seen. Mira held R's gaze for a beat before she couldn't help it anymore.
Placing a hand on R's thigh, Mira pushed forward until their lips brushed. Mira let out a soft sound; R tasted warm and sweet and maddeningly right. A spark went right between her thighs, the heat of anticipation in her lower stomach coiling. Curling her hand around R's thigh, M pushed closer, wanting, needing more.
The sound of surprise from R made Mira smile, but then R deepened the kiss, her other hand coming up to frame Mira's face carefully, like she was still not sure every touch was allowed. R's tongue pushed in, meeting Mira's, and Mira moaned encouragingly. Mira slid closer, half a mind to just push in R's lap, but she had the wherewithal to grasp R's face and keep her for several long kisses before pulling away, breath fast. Not wanting to waste another moment, Mira leaned to tap the privacy screen three times, and the car promptly started the car forward to head back to her place. Mira turned back to R.
"You're so sweet," Mira said, breathless. "What if I told you that you're the most beautiful woman I've seen?" Mira returned, running her forefinger under R's jaw appreciatively. It was intoxicating, still, being in R's orbit like that, but she felt the pull to allure R renew. R made her soft, easy, but she wanted to tease R, rile her up and make her want Mira as much as she wanted R. "Stole the words out of my mouth. But you're quick like that, aren't you?" Mira eyed R, keeping her eyes half-lidded, smirk slow, wanting to imprint herself on R's mind forever. Mira leaned forward, ghosting another kiss over R's mouth. "Hope you last long tonight. I wasn't kidding when I said you're gonna be fucking me all night. And that was before I even knew how fucking good you look."
R's hand found Mira's waist, still light to the touch. Her eyes were dark, mouth slightly swollen. "I was hoping to fuck you in the morning, too," R murmured, the smallest curl of her smile lighting something in Mira's chest. Mira felt herself smile, another rare, real smile the showed her teeth, and she watched R for a beat before leaning in for another lingering kiss.
Mira knew it was likely only a few streets left until they'd be at the tower, but she needed R's hands on her now. Mira slid into R's lap, rocking her hips once. She wrapped her arms around R's shoulders, leaning down until their noses brushed. R's hands slid up to her waist, every touch more bold. "Well, I have you now. This is a little backwards. You've been inside me and I don't know what name should I be moaning," Mira teased, rolling her hips deliberately as R's eyes fluttered. She was playing it as cool as she could, writhing in R's lap, but she needed to know what was the other woman's name for real. She'd kept herself from guessing or imagining — she just wanted the real thing from R's lips. Mira kissed along R's jaw until she got to the other woman's ear, letting out a breathy whine. "Mine is Mira."
Mira pulled back, looking intently to see if the pieces slid together for R yet — that Huntrix Mira was in her lap, but still nothing but a keen interest glimmered back.
"Mira," R echoed, hands tightening. She rocked her hips up, earning a soft moan from Mira. "It's wonderful to meet the rest of you." She tipped her hand up to Mira's chin, pulling her down for a heated kiss. "I'm Rumi," she whispered against Mira's lips.
Rumi. Mira's heart skipped and something clicked in her mind. Rumi. What a perfect name. She sighed out, eyes shut as her core pulsed. "Put your hands on my tits already, Rumi." She arched her chest into Rumi, letting her chin dip down. She watched as Rumi's hands slid over her dress, fingers tracing her stomach up to her ribs. Mira sighed gratefully, shivering when Rumi's thumbs brushed against her nipples through the dress.
"Fuck," Rumi said breathlessly, rolling her hips up. Rumi jolted forward, kissing Mira's neck heatedly. She palmed Mira's breasts rougher, a needy sound locked at the back of Mira's throat. Mira knew Rumi was relatively new to this, per Rumi's astounding admission over text, but the fact was still incongruent in Mira's mind, not with how perfectly Rumi was touching her then.
Rumi was attentive. Over text, she'd asked Mira extensively what she wanted, what she liked and didn't like, and Mira had been pleased at the boldness, and the obvious need for Rumi's pleasure being tied directly to Mira's. Which, by the way Rumi was pulling at her, was reaping rewards in real time, as Mira's penchant for rougher handling was being appreciated. It all still felt new in a way — Mira hadn't hooked up with anyone for real, not in awhile. She loved to control as much as she could, whenever she had visited the Sapphire Tiger, but there was something about Rumi that just made her feel different…
Mira was becoming embarrassingly soaked; she could feel it ruining her panties, making each grind of her hips messier. She was close to telling Rumi to touch her there already when the car suddenly stopped and a flash of frustration tore through her. Rumi shifted, her hands sliding down slowly but firmly, like it was painful to drag herself away. She dragged her teeth at Mira's pulse point, leaving a burning kiss behind.
Mira slid out of Rumi's lap but kept an arm tight around Rumi's upper arm, insistent. She ran her hand through her hair once, trying to look a little less made out with, but she knew it was pointless. Luckily, they were in the tower garage, and she just needed to pull Rumi to the elevator and then up to her room. Rumi — Rumi! — was hers for the night.
Zoey so generously had deigned to go out for an event, a Capcom event if Mira remembered correctly, leaving Mira the penthouse for the next two nights. Which was another layer — the thought of Rumi ever meeting Zoey made Mira's stomach squeeze in a tight way that she didn't want to think about more than she needed to. But, if Rumi still didn't know who Mira really was, she didn't mind using it for all it was worth when she could. She wasn't sure if Rumi knew who Zoey was, and she didn't intend for that affect things yet. Really, she needed to be fucked out of her mind before anything else happened, and Rumi had promised to give that to her. The rest could wait.
The driver opened Mira's door, bowing his head when Mira stepped out and pulled a flushing, newly embarrassed looking Rumi out behind her inside the lobby area. As the elevator doors closed behind them, Mira turned to look at Rumi, who she found was already watching her. Mira had been intending to start making out again, but she felt a sudden wave of tenderness make her pause.
"Nervous?" Mira asked quietly, surprising both of them. Her fingers were still wrapped around Rumi's upper arm, nails over Rumi's black turtleneck. Rumi had taken off her coat on the way over, folding it on her opposite arm, where she also held a small clutch. Mira had known, really, already from the way Rumi's thighs had felt at the Sapphire Tiger, but seeing her in the smooth, near skin-tight turtleneck solidified it: Rumi was lean and muscled all over in a surprising, near secretive way. Her frame was still narrow, not as tall as Mira's, but strong wherever Mira touched. It drove Mira crazy.
Rumi's smile quirked briefly and she averted her gaze for a beat. "A little," she admitted with a half-shrug. She leaned back against the elevator wall, inhaling for a long breath. "I don't usually meet anyone in person. I mean, you know. For real," she added, quieter.
Mira did know that. Of course, Rumi had admitted as much; she was new to most everything, but especially new at anything beyond the deliberate separate nature of the Sapphire Tiger. She hadn't asked, but Mira wondered why. If it was more about Rumi herself or if it just so happened to be that way. Either way, it was a little insane, since she fucked too well for not having much experience. But, then again, as Mira took in Rumi's presence longer, she felt like it didn't make sense for Rumi to not be good at anything.
Rumi flushed faintly again. "You already made me feel nervous over text sometimes. In person, you're just—" Rumi's voice faded, but her eyes were genuine. "Unreal."
Mira's heart fluttered. She brought Rumi's hand up to her lips, pressing a kiss against Rumi's knuckles. She couldn't get enough of the other woman, especially when she said things like that. Her brisk, flirty-turned dry-turned flirty mask was melting, into something soft and eager that was all new and scary. But with Rumi looking at her the way that she was, so genuinely, Mira couldn't help it. It felt good. "Can I tell you a secret?"
Rumi nodded quickly.
"You already make me feel a lot of things," Mira confessed, huffing an amused laugh when Rumi's lips parted in surprise. Mira intertwined their hands loosely, letting her thumb trace Rumi's palm. "And I thought about this all week. All day," Mira added, letting her smile soften into something more genuine.
"Not more than me," Rumi insisted, the playful, pleased light in her eyes back again. She leaned forward, brushing their lips in another kiss that made Mira sigh. "Even just texting you has been—" Rumi hesitated, eyes sharpening as she studied Mira. "The highlight of each day, if I'm being honest." Her hand tightened around Mira's and she shook her head. "I feel like you're all I've thought about since I found you."
Mira pulled her into another heated turned soft turned heated kiss. When Rumi broke apart, her eyebrows were arched, a playful look on her face. "High floor, hm? Are you at the penthouse or something?" she joked, eyes widening a fraction when Mira sent her an amused look.
"Something like that," Mira smirked, tracing a finger up Rumi's neck. She couldn't wait to cover it in marks. Mira looked at Rumi closer, still waiting for any realization to settle. "Or maybe I just own the whole tower."
"You weren't kidding," Rumi answered, peering at Mira more curiously. She realized after a beat, flushing. "Sorry. Didn't mean it like that. I just mean, like, I don't have a penthouse or anything. My—" she hesitated, for the briefest seconds, and then continued, "uhm, family is well off, but I've never been lived in anything like a penthouse." She smirked back teasingly, still a little off balance. "Maybe you can show me what I've been missing."
"Yeah?" Mira asked, grinning. She tucked a wayward strand of hair back behind Rumi's ear. She was tempted to ask what Rumi did, even though that technically open up the entirely natural question to what she did, and Mira still didn't feel ready to let go of the brief anonymity. Bobby would kill her, for doing what she was doing without the NDA, but…she couldn't bring herself to do it. If it was for anyone less than who Rumi was, anything that didn't feel so thoroughly right like she did, Mira would know to do it anyways. But Rumi was just so—
Mira let her eyes go half-lidded and bit her lip, savoring the way Rumi's eyes sharpened. "Don't worry, Rumi, I'll show you everything you've been missing."
Mira tugged Rumi across the living room after they took off their shoes, fingers intertwined. She could feel the amazement in Rumi's frame, the sudden quiet and slow movements as she took in the penthouse fully. Mira slowed near the bar counter, turning to press a kiss against Rumi's mouth as Rumi put down her clutch.
Album record awards hung up on the backdrop above the bar counter, but Mira hadn't seen Rumi's eyes flick up yet. She wasn't even sure Rumi would recognize the name if she still didn't recognize Mira at all.
"How do you want me?" Mira asked against Rumi's mouth, arching into Rumi's front teasingly. Mira slid her arms around Rumi's hips possessively. She thought of their texts, the fantasies swapped. Mira making a show of sucking Rumi off, Rumi fucking her into the sheets, Rumi crowding her against any surface and wrapping her hands around Mira's neck. She wanted all of it.
"I want to see you," Rumi answered, mouthing along Mira's jaw as her own hands slid across Mira's front. "I know what you sound like. Felt you come around my strap." Rumi's voice quickened. She crowded Mira against the bar counter. Pressing a heated kiss at the soft skin under Mira's ear, Rumi pressed closer and closer. "Need to see you, too. More than anything."
Mira bit her lip, suppressing a shudder. She tilted her head back, trying to clear the descending haze in her mind enough to rally a response, but then Rumi continued. She sucked at Mira's neck, dragging her teeth — how were they so sharp? — along the skin she just worried. Rumi let out an uneven exhale. "Actually, that's not true." Rumi's voice sunk lower, teasing. "I really, really want to taste you."
A pulse of need rolled through Mira hard enough she jerked forward, and before she knew it, both of her own hands were sliding behind her to find the zipper on her dress.
Rumi leaned forward, kissing Mira firmly, her hands sliding back and pushing Mira's hands away. Mira moaned into Rumi's mouth as the other woman's fingers found the zipper. Rumi's hands slid up to Mira's shoulders, pushing away the straps and smoothing down Mira's sides to shed the dress, all amidst the heated kiss above.
Mira broke the kiss, gasping, as Rumi's hand brushed over her bare nipple. Rumi made a strangled sound at the back of her throat as she looked down at Mira, bare from the waist up, the dress pooling around her hips. Rumi ducked her head, mouth hot and greedy on Mira's other nipple, earning a surprised cry from Mira. Rumi's hands continued working on Mira's dress, sliding it down all the way. Mira shifted her legs, dying to have Rumi inside already, could she just be inside—
As soon as Mira's dress was off, Rumi pulled at Mira's panties, rougher with each second, until they slid down, too. Mira's fingers were tight in Rumi's hair. "Rumi," Mira gasped, right as Rumi pulled off her nipple just to lick the other one. Rumi's hand covered Mira's core and Mira bucked needily against it. She wasn't sure she'd ever been more aroused in her life.
Rumi shifted and the flash of black from her turtleneck registered with Mira through the haze. She needed that off. "Hold on, I need to see you—" Mira insisted, pressing her hand against Rumi's arm.
Rumi nodded quickly, wrapping her hands around the bottom of her turtleneck and pulling it over her head. Mira's eyes widened as she took in Rumi's upper body. She was wearing a black bra, and full breasts, fuller than she anticipated, rose with each fast breath of Rumi's. Her stomach was toned, muscles shifting enticingly with each movement, and Mira promised herself she'd spend a considerable time just marking them later. Her shoulders were narrow, but carved, and Mira knew right then Rumi was even stronger than she thought. The realization sent another pulse down to Mira's core.
As soon as Rumi threw her turtleneck to lay over the bar stool, she moved to take off her pants before Mira had to ask. Mira straightened, taking in a ragged breath as the sight of a nearly full bare Rumi made her mind fog over. Rumi bent down to pick up her slacks, folding them fast but neatly and tossing them to lay over her turtleneck. She glanced up at Mira, a faint flush on her cheeks. She stood straight, shoulders rolled back, as if Mira was inspecting her. For a fleeting, silly moment, Mira remembered Rumi offering her strap through the hole at the Sapphire Tiger, perfectly still, like she was ready for Mira to change her mind or propose her to change in some way to better please Mira.
"Fuck, you're so fucking sexy," Mira let out hoarsely, eyes racing over every new part of Rumi.
Rumi's smile curled up, her eyes dipping down for a shy moment, before she leaned towards Mira, stepping back into her orbit. "Thank you," she said quietly, echoing Mira in the car. Her eyes glimmered, a note of warmth in them that made Mira lunge forward and pull her into a kiss. Mira's hands spread everywhere, pulling, nails raking lightly over the exposed skin, incredulous that for now it was hers. Rumi arched into her touch, deepening the kiss and starting to slide her hand back between Mira's thighs.
As Mira whined into the kiss, Rumi slid her forefinger and middle finger along the seam of Mira, slowly, like she was trying to soak in each sensation. Rumi pulled back, pressing kisses down Mira's neck to her collarbones while her fingers quickened. At a particularly higher pitched moan from Mira, Rumi's cheek pressed against the front of Mira's chest, panting hard. "Fuck, you're wet," she hissed out, an undertone of surprise that made Mira feel like Rumi must be insane, since all she'd done since she'd met Rumi was throw herself at the other woman.
"Yes, so hurry up," Mira demanded, wishing her voice came out smoother, less desperate, but she could barely think with Rumi between her thighs but not really. "I'm ready, I can take—"
"I bet you can, aegi," Rumi murmured, kissing the same path back up Mira's chest to leave a lingering kiss against her mouth. "I know you're so good. Perfect." Rumi's fingers pressed more insistently, her middle finger barely dipping inside Mira as Mira moaned. Just when Mira thought Rumi was finally going to slide a finger, or better yet, two fingers inside, Rumi pulled her hand back.
Before Mira could do more than tense with the loss, Rumi's hands went to Mira's ass and suddenly Mira was being hoisted up onto the counter. Her arm flew out, nails digging into Rumi's shoulder, to right herself. She was fully bare, the cold marble of the counter a bite against her skin and she hissed out at the feeling.
Rumi's fingers pressed against her stomach, urging her to lean back. Her eyes gleamed as she looked down between Mira's legs, the want so blatant it made Mira's breath catch. She felt an overwhelming urge to be so good for Rumi, the best, better than anyone Rumi had ever had, if it meant keeping Rumi's eyes on her like that. Mira leaned back, her elbows back against the counter, pink hair flowing. It was a little, a lot, insane to doing this so bare, on the fucking counter, no less, when Zoey technically could burst in at any moment, but Mira already decided she was gonna be good for Rumi. And if that meant getting eaten out on the counter, well.
"Shit, you look so fucking pretty," Rumi breathed out, pupils fully dilated. Her hands ran down Mira's thighs, pulling them apart slowly. Mira parted her legs more intentionally, knowing full well her face was fully flushed.
Rumi didn't make her wait. Her hands, suddenly rough with purpose, tightened around her hips, holding Mira down against the counter. Rumi dipped her head between Mira's thighs, tongue sliding against Mira's clit, pressing in until she could suck.
"Oh, fuck," Mira gasped, legs tightening around Rumi's head. She tensed, not expecting to feel so close already when Rumi had barely started. Rumi worked her mouth, sucking at increasingly more insistent rhythms while Mira made sounds she'd never heard from herself. Rumi's hands were tight, powerful, against her hips, keeping her from really moving, but her upper body writhed over the counter.
Rumi pulled back barely before licking up the seam of Mira, moaning into Mira. She tilted her head, licking with a new fervor that made Mira's eyes roll back. Mira's moans rang in the air, high and unfiltered.
"Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, Rumi, aegi, please, please," Mira whined, undone already. It felt too good, too fast. She could feel her orgasm rushing, a near painful tension in her stomach warning her. Mira tightened her grip on Rumi's hair, wishing she could actually move her fucking hips against Rumi's hold, rush the friction and feel the rush of her orgasm immediately.
Rumi pressed her tongue against her core, pressing in briefly. Mira's eyes were near shut but she kept trying to keep them open; she wanted to see every moment, Rumi, her mouth covered in Mira's slick, eyes dark and full of such a honed want that Mira wanted more than anything to keep.
"I'm so close, please keep going," Mira pleaded, gasping when Rumi licked against her firmly, once, twice before sucking on Mira's clit again.
Rumi hummed a moan around Mira's clit, and then, like she knew it was going to be the last push for Mira into orgasm, she pressed both fingers inside Mira at the same time her eyes flicked up to Mira's face.
Mira went rigid, the low, deep pressure in her exploding, and she clenched hard around Rumi's fingers. A sudden spurt drenched Rumi's forearm, but Mira was too gone to realize and she shuddered as her orgasm worked through each wave. Rumi pressed a light kiss against Mira's clit, fingers sliding in and out slowly, coaxingly, as Mira's moans turned softer.
Mira lay back against the counter, eyes blinking open to catch the ceiling of her kitchen. She felt Rumi's tongue against her inner thighs, softer than before. She tried to push herself up, but every movement felt too hard fought. The absolutely drenched sensation registered between her thighs. There was no way. Did she just—?
"I've never—" Mira faltered, embarrassed, leaning back again. She draped an arm across her eyes, letting out a long breath. Her skin felt prickly hot all over, flushed and sensitive. And she was so wet, still, despite Rumi having undoubtedly cleaned her up with her tongue through it. Mira shifted back on the counter, cringing as a rush of slick came out. Uncomfortably so. It was running down her, down to her ass, surely pooling on the counter.
"Squirted?" Rumi offered, sounding a hint amused. She pressed a lingering kiss against Mira's inner thigh, exhaling against the skin. Her hand settled over Mira's hip, fingertips soft over the soft skin between her hip and navel. Rumi's voice quieted. "Good. I want that to be mine."
Mira shut her eyes, another weak but eager pulse of arousal shooting through her. She could still feel her legs trembling slightly. "Rumi, fuck," Mira let out softly, gasping weakly when she felt Rumi let out a laugh, the air tickling her sensitive skin.
A beat later, Rumi's hands at her hips loosened and then Mira felt herself being pulled into Rumi's arms. She went gratefully. Rumi tried to move her especially gentle to not shift her lower half too harshly. Mira tilted her head against Rumi's neck, still catching her breath. Rumi's mouth pressed against Mira's hairline as she carried her.
The air felt cooler suddenly, and Mira looked past Rumi's neck to take in her room. Mira hummed, turning to press a grateful kiss to Rumi's jaw. "You already know your way around," Mira murmured, voice a little hoarse still.
"Feels like you," Rumi answered simply. She laid Mira down on Mira's bed, crawling over her to press kisses along her jaw. Rumi's hand traveled down Mira's front, mapping her skin but not touching her sensitive nipples or down below, even as Mira shifted to encourage it. "Can I kiss you?" Rumi asked, voice soft. She leaned closer, eyes dark. "Do you mind that I—"
Mira framed Rumi's face with her hands, pulling her down for a long kiss. She could taste herself, the rich, heady taste sending another bolt of pleasure down her spine since it was from Rumi's mouth. Mira pushed her tongue in, smiling into the kiss when Rumi came to life above her, pressing into her eagerly.
"I only, ah, mind—" Mira murmured in between kisses, moaning when Rumi slid a thigh between her legs. "—when you're not kissing me." Mira wrapped her leg around Rumi's hip, pressing her into her core. Mira rolled her hips. She wanted more. "Did you bring—"
"Yes," Rumi promised, voice heated. Her hand slid to Mira's neck, holding lightly. "I'll put it on," Rumi added huskily, kissing Mira again before pulling back. "Touch yourself while I'm gone." With that, Rumi interlocked her hand with Mira's, pulling down to between Mira's thighs. She turned Mira's hand, encouraging her fingers to slide against her core.
"Be quick, then," Mira ordered, impatient, pleased when there must have been enough steel in her voice for Rumi to jolt to attention. Mira bit her lip, focusing on the feeling of her fingers, the humiliating amount of slick, mixed with Rumi's saliva, coating her inner thighs. Savored the feeling of Rumi's tongue pressing into her, greedy, eager, like she couldn't bear to be apart.
Mira's eyes fluttered, back arching as she touched herself. Rumi hummed approvingly, leaving one last kiss on the corner of Mira's mouth before pulling back and shifting off the bed. Mira swallowed the miserable whine that built in the back of her throat; only with the loss, Mira felt how much Rumi's warmth had been enveloping her, curled all around her and it physically hurt to miss it. She exhaled shakily, circling her middle finger over her clit, teetering on the line of overstimulation so soon after such a devastating orgasm.
But Rumi would be back, with the strap, and oh, Mira couldn't wait to see how it hung between Rumi's strong thighs. She'd felt them through the gloryhole, had savored the smooth planes of muscle in the dark, but they'd be there for Mira to touch, kiss, anything she wanted, in the light. She already knew how well Rumi could fuck, even better she was sure without the gloryhole making it hard to control exactly how she wanted Mira. Mira bit back a whine and circled around her clit with more intention.
Mira shuddered, slipping her fingers down to test press inside herself. She was pulsing, a hot and wet mess that felt so empty without Rumi.
The bed dipped again, Mira's heart kicking as her eyes opened to Rumi's dark eyes above her. Rumi leaned down, brushing their lips together. Her hand went to Mira's thigh, keeping her leg open. Mira's fingers had faltered, but with Rumi's insistent squeeze, she began to touch herself again.
"I can't wait to see you," Rumi breathed out. She shifted closer. She was bare, finally, and Mira drank in her greedily. Rumi's body was already perfect before, but seeing her in such totality, harness on, was enough for Mira to let out an involuntary moan.
The strap slipped up near her hipbone and Mira jerked in response. Mira's hand went to Rumi's lower stomach, fingernails trailing down to slide against the harness. Rumi shifted until she was between Mira's legs, leaning down so that the strap on lay over Mira's lower stomach. It was a pretty blue one, and Mira guessed it was similar to her other purple one from when they'd met. Rumi nuzzled her cheek against Mira's, a brief but tender movement. "I want to see it when I close my eyes," Rumi continued, voice heating up. "You spread open, full of me. Your face for every part."
Mira pulled Rumi down for a kiss, arching her body into Rumi's until her body was barely on the bed. She used a hand between them to position Rumi's strap, but then Rumi's hand wrapped around her wrist. "Hold on, I've got some—" Rumi started, turning her head to glance at the bottle of lubricant she must have brought over with her.
"No, I'm wet enough," Mira shook her head, leaving the bratty undertone in her voice. Rumi swallowed, jaw working, but Mira took advantage of the hesitation and grasped Rumi's strap harder. She wiggled her hips until the position was perfect; she let out a relieved sigh when she felt the blunt head start to dip inside her. Mira framed Rumi's face with long fingers, keeping her a breath away. "Fuck, yes. Just stay right here and I'll let you do anything you want to me," Mira whispered, half-teasing and half-really not, before kissing Rumi.
Rumi started to press into Mira, pulling out to push back in with shallow thrusts as Mira made soft sounds being opened up. The strap on did in fact felt the same size as the one Rumi had used previously: longer than Mira knew she'd want to know the details of, and thick. She was pulsing wildly around Rumi, though, small hip rolls that she didn't even meant to be doing drawing Rumi further inside. It was work, but fuck, it felt good.
Rumi's hands cradled Mira's head, the tips of her fingers sliding soothingly in soft, pink hair, her palms keeping Mira's face close as Rumi kissed her back.
Rumi angled her hips on the next thrust, pulling a long, low moan from Mira. Rumi's breathing was hot and fast, but her hips were slow, deliberate movements that set a maddening rhythm that was perfectly building Mira up. Rumi's eyes were burning, intent on Mira's face. Mira tried to keep her eyes open, keep Rumi's gaze like she wanted to, but each movement was making it hard for not to writhe and tip her head back. Still, she kept Rumi close, shifting her arms to wrap tightly around Rumi's neck.
"Mira, aegi." Rumi nosed against her, capturing Mira's mouth in a messy, wet kiss as Mira moaned. "You look perfect. Fuck, so good." Rumi's voice caught, a breathless lilt that made Mira's heart flutter.
Rumi pulled out, sliding in with more force, until right there—
"Fuck!" Mira gasped, nails digging into the skin on Rumi's shoulders. Rumi was nearly all the way inside, the weight of her pressed so perfectly up against right there, right— "Rumi, fuck, ah, rightthereright—"
Rumi jogged her hips, sliding into Mira faster, keeping her thrusts perfectly on that spot. Her fingers were tight on Mira's chin, keeping her close when it was obvious Mira wasn't able to keep her head from tipping back.
Rumi tucked her head down, angling to see herself fuck into Mira. "Ohh," she moaned, hips starting to lose the mechanical precision for more power, more desperation. Rumi glanced up, eyes wild. She jolted forward, mouthing and panting into Mira's mouth. "I've never, I'm—"
Mira tightened her hips around Rumi's lower back, mindless with the need for Rumi to be faster, deeper. She knew she was a mess, pleading and whining and too many embarrassing sounds, but she pushed herself down faster to meet Rumi's thrusts, pressing into the side of Rumi's face. "Yes, yes, please, please, Rumi, I need it, I need you, just—" Mira cut off in a high pitched moan, right as Rumi started to truly lay into her.
Rumi's hips snapped into Mira so hard Mira could feel her slick making a mess, up to her lower stomach, splatters sliding up Rumi's stomach. Mira felt the tension in her stomach break, a soundless cry coming out of her mouth. She'd wanted to come with Rumi, wanted to hold her stare the whole time—
"L-Let me see," Rumi gasped, hand coming up roughly to angle Mira's face back to hers. Rumi leaned down, their foreheads pressed against each other, eyes heady and stuck on Mira. Her thrusts were stuttering, stomach tensing hard with each movement. Mira clenched around her, milking her with increasingly weak pulses. "Give me it, I'll take it, it's mine, Mira, aegi," Rumi groaned, her own voice starting to break. She kissed Mira messily, fucking her through her last spasms until Rumi's whole body locked and she came herself, hips pressed deep up into Mira, like she was trying to push as deep as possible. Mira's vision whited out again and her hips bucked.
Mira's breathing was wild, uneven, large breaths against Rumi's neck as she came down. Her stomach was twitching faintly, thighs so tense they ached, but she felt so nice and full. Mira pressed unsteady kisses against Rumi's neck to her jaw, whimpering when Rumi shifted her weight onto a braced forearm by Mira's side.
Rumi turned her face into Mira's, a softer look than Mira was expecting. "I've never finished like that," she admitted, sounding half-awed, half-amused.
Mira shifted, remembering with a pulse in her stomach how she'd just squirted on the counter only minutes before and only Rumi had brought that out of her. She hadn't even known she could do that and had been fucked too well to process it enough yet. Mira exhaled a sudden laugh, mouth stretching into a smile as she tucked closer to Rumi. "Good. I want that to be mine," she echoed Rumi's words from earlier, pleased when Rumi's smile deepened.
A few still, warm minutes passed, Mira wound around Rumi tightly, keeping her hands tight around Rumi in case she got any ideas of moving.
"I keep thinking I'm going to wake up," Rumi admitted after a deep breath, smile curling. Her eyes were half-lidded, a softer, dark pool as she turned her head to look at Mira. "I'm not sure someone like you can be real."
Mira hummed, letting out a long, pleased sigh. Rumi rolled her hips slowly, testing, Mira realized, if Mira wanted to go again. Mira dragged her nails down Rumi's back, holding them possessively over Rumi's ass. Encouraged, Rumi started to move in shallow, slow thrusts, and Mira felt her body heat up again, ready and wanting.
"Aren't you tired of stealing what I'm supposed to say?" Mira answered teasingly, right before letting out a soft moan as Rumi pushed in harder.
Mira tipped her head back, sighing as the hot water came down from the shower head. Rumi kissed her shoulder blade, curling her body around Mira. Her hands wrapped around Mira's waist, and Mira looked down, more thrilled than she wanted to admit how hot it was to see Rumi's hands cover her so easily. It was hours later, rounds of sex later that made Mira feel like she must be in heat to still want so voraciously.
"Food should be here in twenty, I just checked," Rumi murmured against Mira, a smile in her voice that she'd had since they'd rolled out of bed and stepped into the bathroom to shower. Mira's skin was flushed, sweaty and covered in her own slick everywhere. Rumi's left hand dipped down, near cupping between Mira's thighs, barely not touching, which made Mira want to grin, even though that was stupid. She'd already invited Rumi to keep touching her, even when she was overstimulated and sensitive, but Rumi's default seemed to be hovering but not insistent. Sweet.
"What, is that yours or something?" Mira bantered, intertwining her other hand with Rumi's still at her hip. Mira turned, kissing Rumi, intending for a brief kiss but finding herself aching into Rumi, wanting more and more.
Rumi huffed, leaning back and pressing a lasting kiss the corner of Mira's mouth. "Maybe," Rumi smirked playfully, but her eyes flicked to Mira's, too intent for banter.
Mira turned more fully in her hold, tilting her head. She took the moment to study Rumi, a face she was starting to feel too much about, one that she knew with a scary certainty that she couldn't bear the thought of not seeing all the time. Mira cupped Rumi's face, leaning close until their mouths barely brushed. She stepped closer, settling into Rumi's hand over her core, eyes fluttering at the warm, already familiar sensation of Rumi's fingers against her most intimate area. "If you ask me…" Mira's voice stretched, sultry and teasing.
Rumi leaned closer, eyes flicking down between her eyes and mouth, like she wasn't sure which one she wanted to get the answer from.
"Then you should already know what I want," Mira whispered, finishing more genuinely than she started. Another flash of vulnerability prickled in Mira's chest, uncertain despite everything so far, but she made sure she kept Rumi's gaze anyways. Since I first met you, Mira thought.
Rumi inhaled, staring at Mira for a beat before kissing Mira so hard Mira slipped back, stumbling until Rumi pressed her against the tile wall, her body a close second, her fingers cupping Mira possessively. Mira rolled her hips and sighed into the kiss, ready to be whole again.
Mira moaned against the glass, eyes shut as Rumi fucked her from behind. The Seoul city line glittered in the background, blurry amidst the high fog, and Mira knew distantly that she was never going to be able to look out to her view without thinking about this right then. Her palm was stuck against her bedroom floor-to-ceiling window, sliding with each fast, punishing thrust from Rumi. Mira's knees buckled on a particularly hard thrust, and in the half-second before she fell, Rumi's hands slid from her upper back down to her waist to keep her up.
They'd returned to bed after dinner, eager to continue. Mira's body was starting to tire at the edges, but she'd only noticed in between rounds, and she wanted at least one more before pulling Rumi into her for sleep. Rumi seemed to agree.
"Fuck, you just sound so fucking good," Rumi exhaled shakily, and it was only then that Mira realized Rumi's fingers were trembling against her skin. Rumi leaned closer, pressing a messy kiss against Mira's neck and she bent them both in half. She was still keeping Mira up, but their combined weight was pushing against the glass, changing the angle that Rumi slid inside her.
Mira cried out as Rumi started to thrust harder somehow, finding a new rhythm as she pressed her left hand against the glass for new leverage. Mira felt her weight slack entirely. Her core was pulsing, erratic, tight attempts to keep Rumi inside, her nteenth orgasm of the night looming.
"I know, I know, almost there, aegi," Rumi's voice was insistent and Mira focused on it, trying to keep herself together. She wanted to keep her orgasm at bay, just sit and feel the steady pounding of Rumi for as long as possible, but it came insistently.
"Fuck, Rumi, I'm—" Mira gasped, muscles tensing. Mira shut her eyes, not prepared for the intensity of this orgasm to hit her so thoroughly when she felt so wrecked. She trembled, pleads of faster and right there turning into one long, desperate cry.
"Fuck, I feel it," Rumi grit out, her hands gripping Mira's waist hard. Mira's slick rushed out, sliding down her inner thighs and coating the strap so it glided even faster. Rumi groaned, hips jerking, until she tensed hard and pulled Mira closer to her.
Mira jolted to life when Rumi started to slide out, but Rumi leaned down to kiss her before Mira could protest. Mira swallowed down a protest as the emptiness registered and she pulsed over nothing. She felt like she'd spent more time full than empty in the last few hours, and any loss felt worse and worse. Rumi deepened the kiss, turning Mira with her hands and then hoisting her up. Mira relented, wrapping her legs around Rumi's hips, the soaked strap on sliding teasingly against Mira's still sensitive core. Mira's fingers slid into Rumi's hair, keeping her close.
Rumi walked Mira back to the bed, placing Mira on the bed. She broke the kiss, letting out a sound of amusement when Mira chased her for the next kiss with a huff of annoyance. Rumi conceded as she settled over Mira, using her left hand to cup Mira's face. She pressed a proper kiss down on Mira's mouth, slowing the kiss down deliberately.
"You're so beautiful, the most beautiful," Rumi murmured against Mira's lips. Her right hand smoothed down Mira's side, thumb brushing against her breast appreciatively. She pressed several light, sweet kisses over Mira's face, laughing softly when Mira leaned into each one. "I mean it," Rumi added, pressing a lingering kiss against Mira's jaw. Her eyes flicked to Mira's, dark and weighty.
"I hope you've meant everything so far," Mira admitted, eyes fluttering when she felt the head of Rumi's strap slide against her inner thigh. It was still so warm, coated with her slick, and Mira wanted it back inside again and again, even after the rounds they'd already had.
"All of it." Rumi braced on her left arm briefly to use her right to line herself up again with Mira. She slid her hips forward, the head of the strap on sliding against Mira's entrance to her clit. Rumi gave a few more teasing, shallow strokes as Mira squirmed needily underneath. Rumi leaned her head against Mira's, lips parted around a soft moan. She took a moment before opening her eyes, which sharpened on Mira. "I've really never felt like this." She swallowed. "I feel like—" her mouth curled, a soft, almost shy look. "Like I'm new, too. More me, with you."
Exactly. Mira surged forward to pour the sentiment into a kiss, pushing down the prickling burn at the back of her eyes. Rumi started to push back inside and Mira let out a moan of relief as the weight slowly started to settle back inside for real. She held Rumi's face in her hands, keeping their faces so close their noses touched as Rumi returned. She could feel Rumi's unerring gaze, her endless attention basking in every soft whine and moan that Mira offered.
Rumi pulled out before hilting back with a perfect roll of her hips. She slid her hand down between them, circling her finger over Mira's clit teasingly. Mira tipped her head back, calling Rumi's name, just as Rumi started a new pace.
"I want you," Mira gasped out softly, breath coming out fast. "I—" she faltered, trying to force herself to open her eyes. She felt her orgasm building back up with Rumi's new pace, but she wanted to see Rumi as she tipped over. With great effort, Mira dipped her head, eyes half-lidded. She tangled a hand in Rumi's hair, keeping them close even though Rumi had never pulled away.
"I want you," Rumi promised heatedly, snapping her hips forward. She slid back out, leaving just enough time in between each thrust for Mira to not instantly finish.
"No, I—" Mira grit her teeth, muscles tightening almost painfully. She let out a moan as Rumi's finger slid just right over her clit. Mira arched up, feeling Rumi's breasts press against hers. Mira forced her eyes to stay open again. "I want you," Mira confessed, voice breaking. "All, fuck, of you, Rumi. All of the time, I want you to be—"
Rumi kissed her so hard their teeth clashed. She pressed Mira into the bed with new fervor, using her weight to press Mira's legs back against herself. "I've been—" Rumi let out between each thrust. "—wanting that all, ngh, fucking night." She shivered against Mira as Mira dragged her nails along Rumi's shoulders. "Will you? Be mine, all the time?"
Mira let out a strained moan, overwhelmed with the pace, and she couldn't answer right away.
Rumi's finger slowed at Mira's clit, hips still rolling but not as punishingly, like she wanted to hear Mira's answer unaffected by what she was doing. If Mira wasn't so overwhelmingly happy to hear the words, she'd have remembered to be frustrated. But the sudden reprieve cleared through the haze in Mira's mind, and she took in a much needed breath as she looked up into Rumi's face. Her hands moved to hold Rumi's face.
Mira laid back against her sheets, hair fanned out. She smiled then, so wide it felt foreign on her face. Rumi had stopped moving, poised above her, any uncertainty melting as she took in Mira's expression.
"Yes, Rumi," Mira promised softly, looking in Rumi's eyes for a blissful, fond beat before she kissed Rumi with a new gentleness. Rumi's hands wrapped around her middle tenderly, like she was precious, and Rumi's touch around her felt more like a sweet embrace than the intense fucking it had just been. The rush of Mira's orgasm was fading but she didn't care. She wanted to feel the new, delicate air between them fully, every sense rich with the memory for as long as she could keep it.
It wasn't until Mira placed the steaming bowl of rice next to the bowl of soup she'd just made for breakfast, when Rumi finally asked.
"Can I be yours and know what you do every day?" Rumi asked, amused, though Mira knew the question was serious.
Mira resisted the urge to tense up. It was crazy, she knew that. After the night they'd had, filled with perfect sex and the start of something Mira knows what it would lead to, or what it would at least for her, it still felt scary. It was backwards, all of it. She knew so much of Rumi already, she felt. How expressive her face was in quick, little moments between lines of thought. That she didn't like the shower water too hot because she always ran hot, but she didn't change it when she saw Mira preferred that. How she sounded when she moaned and the fact that she usually came soundlessly, but before Mira, hadn't yet while she was servicing someone. That she cuddled when she slept and made Mira feel more like home than she'd ever felt before, that she was this beautiful, perfect stranger, from a gloryhole, of all fucking places, and Mira already felt like—
Mira bit her lip nervously. That was too much to say, she knew, even feel, but she couldn't pretend it wasn't there. Still…
She didn't know what Rumi did as a career. What bothered her day to day, or why she'd hesitated when she'd said her family, or someone she was close to, was well off. What she had wanted to be when she grew up. If the soft way she kissed Mira was something that came freely to Rumi or if it'd been a hard fought journey to be able to pour so much care in each touch. So many things.
Rumi seemed to sense Mira's hesitation and she nodded. "I can say mine first, if you'd like." She looked down at her bowl, blinking like she wasn't really sure what to say now that she was right about to do it. "Okay, so. My name is Ryu Rumi. I just graduated law school." Her hands went to her lap, and Mira could tell she consciously made herself straighten in her chair. "I'm new in Seoul. My—" she waited a beat, eyes flickering briefly. "Guardian, I guess, is named Celine. She lives in Jeju, where I've spent most all of my life. I like to garden and read. Spend as much time as I can by the water, in Jeju. And…well. I don't know. I guess I'm kind of boring," Rumi admitted, shrugging. "Or so I've been told," she added, smile widening awkwardly.
Mira's lips parted. Before she could answer, Rumi's eyes widened. "Oh. I guess that doesn't make a lot of sense, does it?" Her gaze slid away. "Okay, so, obviously, I'm, uhm, pretty new to this, like I said. I found Sapphire Tiger, kind of by accident." Rumi gestured vaguely, cheeks flushing. "I heard some colleagues mention it one night a couple months ago, when we went out to drink after a case. And I thought, well. I'm very shy normally. And high-profile, technically, I guess, which makes that kind of thing harder. But I did want to explore more, and so I just, kind of, thought about it for awhile before I finally tried it?" She made a bracing smile. "So, uhm, yeah. I guess here's where I also add that Celine, you know, my guardian, is Kim Celine. From the Sunlight Sisters. Don't know if you know her, or—"
Mira choked, jaw dropping. "Wait, what the fuck?" She gripped the counter, her newly cleaned counter as of that morning.
Rumi froze, eyes widening in alarm. She opened her mouth, looking like she was about to say something, but then she shut her mouth, an awful, tight expression on her face.
Mira rushed over around the counter, pulling Rumi in for a quick, reassuring kiss. "No, fuck, sorry," Mira muttered, pulling back to look at Rumi with her face in her hands. "I just mean, like holy shit, what the fuck. You don't recognize me?"
Rumi watched her for a beat, looking like she was still recovering from Mira's initial reaction. Her eyes narrowed. "Uhm, there's no way I would have forgotten you if we'd met. So, no."
Mira laughed, a sudden, sharp sound. She brushed her thumb across Rumi's cheek. "Fuck, you're cute." Mira shook her head, amused. "No, Rumi. Do you know Huntrix? Zoey and Mira, Huntrix? Your— Celine just bought our record label like, fucking last month. I met Celine like six months ago!"
Rumi's mouth dropped, true surprise in her face. "I—" she shook her head, bemused. "No, I don't really listen to much music any—, well, anymore." She paused. "I didn't know that she did that in particular." She looked closer at Mira, eyebrows furrowed. "I mean, maybe I kind of know Huntrix? It sounds like, a little familiar, maybe. Did you guys win something last year? I might have—"
"Look up, aegi," Mira teased, another laugh bubbling out of her, which made her feel like a teenager.
Rumi glanced up, noting the golden album record award for a beat before realizing what it was. She smiled, a cute, toothy grin that made Mira want to kiss her even more. "Oh, yes you did!" She looked back at Mira, eyes even warmer. "That's great! Congratulations!"
Grinning fondly, Mira dropped into the bar stool next to her, sliding her legs over Rumi's thighs. Rumi's hand covered her thigh immediately, warm and soft. Mira leaned forward, propping her head on her hands, inches away from Rumi's face. She thought of the NDA and how grateful she was that she hadn't rushed that, hadn't insisted. She bet Rumi would have signed, wouldn't have been difficult or anything, but…still. It was too clinical, demanding, when all Mira wanted was the ease of something natural, something real, and she got it.
Something bothered Mira in the back of her mind, though. Mira tilted her head. Rumi's expression had softened, an easy smile back on her face. So smooth Mira wouldn't have noticed anything was off, if it was. Mira kept her voice curious, but soft. "Why don't you listen to music anymore?"
Rumi stared a beat too long, her smile dimming just a degree. Mira shifted, letting her hand curl around Rumi's bicep. Shit. "You don't need to if—"
"No, it's okay," Rumi offered, voice strained a degree that made Mira's chest hurt. She turned more in her seat, facing Mira better. "Yeah, uhm. Sorry, I know this is like, random and kind of a lot. I mean, really, you might already know it and not realize, but—" Rumi looked away. "My eomma was Mi-Yeong, you know, of course, from the Sunlight Sisters. Celine kept me very private, so a lot of people don't know or remember about me at all. And…you know, after my eomma…passed away, Celine was the one who ended up raising me." She looked down at her lap, nostrils flaring briefly. Mira waited, watching Rumi's too even breathing.
Mira pushed down the sudden flash of shame she made Rumi feel bad at all. She did know about Mi-Yeong, though she hadn't thought about it in many years. She knew how the Sunlight Sisters' Mi-Yeong had bled out on route to the hospital while pregnant, though again, she'd vaguely absorbed the depressing story and hadn't thought of it much further. Even when she'd met Celine recently, the meeting had been brief, Celine's doings in the idol industry and detached but seemingly good-natured hope to sign Huntrix for their next cycle at the forefront of Mira's mind, not anything of her past, certainly not if she had an adopted daughter that may be the woman in front of her.
Fuck.
"I'm really sorry," Mira said quietly, running her fingers up Rumi's arm soothingly. Seeing Rumi's expression shutter briefly hurt more than was ready for. "I do want to know everything about you. Every part, but you don't owe me that." Mira slowed her fingers. "Thank you for telling me. For what it's worth, I'm so sorry. I can't really imagine."
Rumi shook her head, biting the inside of her cheek. She kept quiet for a long minute, considering. "I mean, honestly, it's just…it's sad, obviously. But I didn't actually know her. So, it's just…nothing, sometimes. But it did change Celine a lot. And that changed me." Rumi finally looked to meet Mira's eyes. She looked so small, little, in that moment, that Mira could barely reconcile her with the woman who could pull her apart and put her back together so easily. Rumi smiled sadly. "I used to sing a lot. I liked how much Celine loved it when I did. And I loved my eomma's voice. It made me feel close to…well, I suppose the idea of her, closer than I'd ever felt. Its funny…I actually thought that I'd try be an idol, when I was little," Rumi admitted, a wry, self-deprecating flash across her face.
"Really? Why not, aegi?" Mira asked, eyebrows furrowed. Even though she'd never heard Rumi sing, might never, she was suddenly struck with the utmost certainty that Rumi could sing beautifully. She knew it, in her soul, right along the same realization that Rumi felt more like home than anything else in her life.
"I don't know, I grew up," Rumi shrugged. Her mouth twitched down, an irritated crease to her eyebrows. "Well, no." She looked at Mira again. Several charged beats passed. "You know, I've never felt like this. I don't want to pick my words with you. They just want to—" she frowned, head tipping back. "Come out. Which is…insane. I like…thinking them. Picking them. Waiting until it fits." Rumi's eyes dropped. "I always do that," she added faintly.
Mira couldn't resist it anymore. She leaned forward, fingers light across Rumi's jaw as she pulled her into a soft kiss. "I want to hear you. It'll fit with me. I promise, I'll—" Mira swallowed, knowing it was a little insane, but it felt true. "Nothing in my life has ever felt like this. So…" Mira trailed off, pulling back until their noses brushed. "So perfect." Mira's eyes softened. "I'm serious. I think I—no, I know, I was just supposed to meet you."
"Even at the Sapphire Tiger?" Rumi smiled crookedly, a laugh under her breath. Her eyes had softened, warmer than they'd been a minute ago.
Mira leaned in for another lingering kiss. When they broke apart, her breathing had kicked up and she tried to push the sudden flash of heat in her blood that just wanted and wanted. "Yes, silly. I won't question fate if it gave me you," Mira answered, amused. She watched Rumi for a beat, feeling the weight of their conversation settle again. She still felt the urge to to apologize, hold Rumi or possibly change the topic if Rumi wanted the out, but something sharpened in Rumi's eyes that made her hold off.
Rumi's smile stayed, though it turned wearier. "I don't know. Something just changed, when I thought of music. It made me sad instead. I felt…lonely, I guess, even though it had given Celine and I so much more to work on together." Rumi's hand smoothed up Mira's thigh. "And Celine saw that, and it was just so—" she grimaced. "We had this huge argument. I decided, maybe a little rashly, that I didn't want to do it, any of it, anymore. I focused on academics even more and I just wanted to feel…useful. Not so indulgent, chasing something that—" Her eyes widened and she nearly snapped her neck looking to Mira. "Not that I don't think—"
Mira laughed genuinely. "What? You're kind of right. You're a lot more useful than I am," Mira pointed out freely, smiling wider when Rumi flushed. "I don't mind. Sure, Zo and I help people, but…I know what you mean, wanting that. I can tell you could do so many things. Whatever you want." Mira intertwined their hands, bracing herself for the next question.
Mira knew, folded deep inside, how much she wanted to hear Rumi sing, to see if she could love music again, or fall in love with it if she never loved it before the right way. But that was for another time, or possibly never. It was hard — music had become such a large part of her own identity, had given her a voice and a space to grow into herself, but…
"Do…you mind that I sing?" Mira asked lightly, surreptitiously tucking against Rumi to hide how much the answer meant. "If it helps, I actually mostly dance," Mira added wryly.
"No, no," Rumi reassured, wrapping her arm around Mira's shoulders. She exhaled, a frustrated hum in the back of her throat. "No. When I said I don't listen to music, it's—" Rumi scowled faintly. She waited a couple of beats, leaning her cheek against Mira's head. "No, I'm sorry, again. I'd love to hear you sing. And watch you dance! I didn't like how I made music about me, that's what I meant. But…I would like it if it's about you, Mira. You're…you're different."
Mira's breath snagged, caught off guard from the sheer sincerity in her voice. Nodding, Mira turned to press several soft, grateful kisses along Rumi's neck, over the marks that she'd already left. Slowly, she wrapped her arm around Rumi's neck, sliding her nails up into the base of Rumi's hair as the feeling in her chest expanded more and more. They sat for a minute, basking in the words and steady feeling of each other.
Mira leaned back, tapping her finger on Rumi's lips. "You know, Zoey's going to love you. Like, so fucking much. I'm going to have to beat her back with a stick, I think." Mira smiled, already certain that Zoey would not only deeply approve for her, but she herself would appreciate having Rumi around, too. "But maybe tomorrow." She leaned closer, brushing their noses together. "I'd like to spend all of today with just my girlfriend," Mira murmured, pitching her voice sultrily and earning a tighter grip around her thighs.
"Yes, please," Rumi breathed out. She brought up a hand to Mira's cheek, sliding her fingers along gently. Her eyes were warm, a hint of heat lurking still, and so happy. "Or maybe the next many days," Rumi suggested. She captured Mira's lips in a leisurely kiss, enjoying the slow ease of it, until they broke apart. "I'll be wherever you want me."
After Mira nuzzled closer in appreciation, Rumi curled her arm around Mira's middle as she used her other arm to shift her bowls closer to eat. Mira could tell the soup had turned cool, not really a fair example of her cooking, a part of her wanted to insist, but Rumi didn't seem to mind. Mira kept breathing in Rumi's scent, half in her lap, feeling almost too happy and the beginnings of that damned four-letter-word that she knew made the world run, made it turn and reform and matter (but she'd never assumed would include her).
As Rumi ate, Mira slid her hand up to settle over Rumi's heart, the steady rhythm what she'd gone to sleep to underneath her touch. Rumi hummed softly, a smile on her lips as she took another sip of her soup. She glanced at Mira out of the corner of her eye and then pushed her bowls back across the counter to face Mira better, smile curling. Mira's heart squeezed again.
Rumi's eyes glimmered, held fast to Mira's, and Mira felt like she could feel the beginnings of that four-letter-word shining back, too.