#polytrix fic

She wishes she could take a picture and memorialize this moment, but having something like that on her phone is probably asking for trouble. She will have to make do with her own memory. She traces the graceful curve of Rumi’s cheek, first with her eyes and then with her free hand. She pushes several loose purple strands behind Rumi’s ear. She’s in the process of mapping the edge of Rumi’s jaw with her fingers when she brushes one of the marks that she or Zoey left earlier and Rumi twitches into wakefulness.

"Mmm." Rumi stretches and groans and then settles back against Mira's side. "How long were we asleep?" Her voice is rough and she has to clear her throat a few times.

Mira bites her lip. She can still hear the way Rumi had sang for her. For them. Her screams, moans, whimpers. The memory has her stomach clenching. "Not long I don't think," God her voice is soft right now. The moment warrants it, but still. She reaches blindly toward the bedside table and grabs her phone to check the time. "It's not noon yet." She drops her phone and turns back to Rumi, who is gently playing with lock of Mira's hair.

She tilts her head down and presses her lips to Rumi's cheek, her chin, her mouth. She can do that now. It’s allowed. And Rumi moans and clutches at her arms and sinks into it. She’s so soft and pliant, arching into Mira. One of Mira’s legs is between Rumi’s and Rumi clenches down on her thigh. The memory of wet warmth is replaced with something fresh. Mira holds back from pushing up into the grind. She is legitimately tired and she isn’t looking to start something that she’s not up to finishing.

"How are you feeling?" Mira asks when she pulls away for air. Whispers more like, as she traces Rumi's mouth with her thumb.

Rumi bites down on Mira's thumb gently. "Good." Color blooms in her cheeks and she glances away, bashful. "Really, really good." Mira feels her shifting legs under the sheets, tilting her hips away just a hair. She keeps Mira’s leg between hers. "And also sore, and kinda gross." She freezes and her eyes go wide in panic as she looks up at Mira. "Like physically gross, not emotionally gross! I need a shower." She waves her hands franticly then, "not because I want to wash you off of me or anything. I just feel dirty. Wait no-!" It’s probably a little mean of her, but Mira does let Rumi flounder for a little longer before she can't hold her laughter in anymore. Rumi has rolled away and buried her bright red face in her hands, so Mira takes her by the wrists to peel them away.

"I get it, baby. I understand."

Rumi stills and her big soft doe eyes met Mira's. "Baby?"

Mira rubs at the side of her nose like a goddamned anime protaganist. "Is that...okay?" They hadn't exactly talked much in-between that first kiss in the kitchen and waking up now.

"Mmmhmm." Rumi rolls back and tucks her face against Mira's neck. She runs a hand up Mira's belly, between her breasts, and then up to her neck to cup the opposite side. Mira relaxes into her hold. "I like it." She kisses Mira's throat. Mira’s heart skips and she feels Rumi’s lips curve into a smile against her skin. "I can be your baby." She kisses her again.

From shy to a monstrous flirt in two seconds flat. That has to be a record. Mira groans. "You're fucking killing me."

Rumi giggles. "Sorry...jagiya."

It’s Mira's turn to cover her face. "I'm literally dying. My heart is going to explode."

"Sounds like you like me or something,” Rumi teases in between soft kisses that start to migrate up Mira's neck to the hinge of her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her eye.

Mira groans and kicks her feet. "I'm trying to be good partner and check in with you ‘cause I know it was your first time and you're breaking my brain."

Rumi coos. "You are a good partner," Rumi affirms. "You and Zoey took such good care of me." She props herself up on one elbow and starts running her free hand through Mira's hair, gently untangling the snarls. "But you don't have to worry about me so much. I'm not completely clueless, you know. I've done some stuff before."

Mira peeks through her fingers at Rumi, expression flat with disbelief.

"What? I have!"

"Like what?"

Rumi's cheeks seem to be stained permanently pink and her patterns are flashing in a rhythmic pulse that probably matches her heartbeat. "I've...you know." She gestures toward her lower body with her hand.

Mira gives her a blank stare. Rumi shifts and tries to hide her face again but Mira reaches up and stops her. She tilts her head in question.

Rumi looks away and mutters, "touched myself."

"Was that so hard?"

"Yes!"

Mira laughs and lets Rumi hide her face in her neck again. They lay like that for a while, touching softly, hands exploring bare skin, finding places that make breath hitch or muscles quiver. Zoey continues snoring beside them.

“What about me?” Rumi asks eventually.

“Hmm?”

“Was I…ya know…good?” Rumi doesn’t look up when she asks but her embarrassment, or maybe anxiety, is palpable.

Mira wraps both arms around Rumi and holds her tight, ducking her head into Rumi’s hair. “You were so perfect. I bet Zoey would say the same.” She snorts a little when they both look over at Zoey to see her mouth wide open, laying spread eagle, and snoring. “Looks like you really tired her out.”

Rumi smiles softly and then nuzzles the underside of Mira’s chin. “Good. I wanna be good for you.” Her cheeks are bright red, but she doesn’t flinch away from Mira’s resulting stare.

Mira feels her heart explode in her chest. “Oh my God.” She has to take several calming breaths before she reaches equilibrium. “I hope you realize what you just did,” she teases as she lets her hands drift down Rumi’s strong back, lower and lower. “You’re going to do something that annoys me some day and I’m gonna say,” she leans in and whispers in Rumi’s ear, “I thought you wanted to be a good girl for me.”

Rumi stiffens in her arms. Mira pulls back to see that she’s staring blankly at the center of Mira’s chest. Her patterns are oscillating from dark pink to iridescent in waves. She very slowly looks up to meet Mira’s eyes and her pupils are blown wide. Mira smirks. Rumi opens her mouth, but all that comes out is a little squeak. Mira pushes her hands down further until she has two handfuls of Rumi’s equally perfect ass.

“Liked that, huh?”

All the air in Rumi’s lungs rushes out in a protracted groan. She melts against Mira. “Oh God.”

Mira allows Rumi to vegetate as a pile of goo for a moment. When she feels the last of the tension seep out of Rumi’s spine (and when she’s moved her hands to less dangerous territory) she says, "we really do need to get cleaned up."

Mira can't see Rumi's pout but she can feel it in the air. "I don't wanna move."

Mira chuckles. "You're the one that said you feel gross. And I can definitely feel your cum on my thigh."

Rumi fully straddles Mira and slaps her chest in outrage. "Oh my God, Mira! Don't say it like that!" The covers fall down her shoulders and pool at her waist.

Mira laughs hard enough to jostle Rumi, who is watching her with an angry little frown that quickly melts into an expression of such open affection that Mira can hardly stand to see it.

She cups Rumi's face in her hands. "Do you want this to be a one-time thing?" She tries to keep her tone light. No pressure. With the way Rumi has been acting lately and the way the morning has gone she isn’t expecting an affirmative, but there’s still that wounded corner of her heart that anticipates rejection at every turn. (She is also trying very hard to not stare at Rumi's breasts like a freak. But they’re like...right there.)

Rumi looks stricken at just the thought. She grabs Mira's wrists and holds her tightly. "No! Of course not."

"Well then," Mira squeezes Rumi's face until she has fish lips. "You're just gonna have to get used to me talking about how you came on my thigh, and in my mouth, and on my d-" Rumi squirms out of Mira's hold, bright red, and slaps her hands over Mira's mouth.

Mira is laughing hard enough that it becomes difficult to breathe, especially with Rumi's hands covering half her face. The movement and noise is enough to draw a questioning little groan from Zoey beside them.

They both freeze and look at her. She’s looking at them with a sleepy pout.

“What are you guys talking about?” Zoey folds her arms under the pillow, stretching out her legs under the sheets. She groans in satisfaction, eyes half lidded, and then snuggles back into the mattress. She’s gorgeous in the sunlight. Her eyes are shining with warmth and affection. Rumi must agree because she rolls off of Mira and scoots up to Zoey, bumping the foreheads together and nuzzling at her. Zoey giggles happily and meets Rumi with multiple quick kisses to her face.

"Rumi said sex with me was gross and made her feel dirty."

"Mira no!" Rumi rounds on her, horrified and Mira can't help but cackle.

"Mira! Don't be mean to her!" Zoey is laughing as she grabs Rumi's face and pulls fer flush to her chest, in theory protecting precious Rumi from mean old Mira but actually just forcefully shoving her tits in Rumi's face.

Rumi flails for a second, bright red down to her shoulders, before she relaxes and accepts her lot in life. Smothered by boobs isn’t the worst way to go. Mira wouldn't mind.

“She also said she wants to be good for us.”

Rumi’s whimper is muffled.

“Oh yeah, that absolutely tracks.”

Rumi forcefully extracts herself with a gasp and looms over Zoey. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Baby, be so for real," Zoey coos patronizingly. “I’ve known you for years. Of course you have a praise kink.”

Rumi scowls and rolls off Zoey. “You’re both being mean to me. I’m going to go shower.”

“Aww, Honey, Baby, Sugar, Princess, Doll, I’m just teasing you.” Zoey says in a placating tone. She doesn’t attempt to stop Rumi from leaving.

Mira reaches out and lets her fingers trail over Rumi’s wrist, also not trying to stop her. “Yeah, Baby, you’re just so cute. We can’t help it.”

Rumi snatches her wrist away dramatically and crosses her arms over her chest with a pout. She then seems to remember that she’s fully naked and turns away from them slightly. Mira slips out of bed behind her and presses up against her back. She caresses Rumi’s shoulders and follows the line of her arms to her elbows, subtly tracing her patterns. She feels Rumi lean into her, just a little, and smiles. She glances back at Zoey, now propped up on her elbows and watching them both with dark interest.

“Why don’t you let us join you?” Mira asks, dipping down a little to let her lips skim the edge of Rumi’s ear. “We can all get cleaned up together.”

Rumi shrugs, pretending at disinterest, even as she looks back at Mira and then over to Zoey. “I guess.”

Zoey’s grin from the bed is predatory.

The shower is…interesting. All that wet skin. Hands sliding over each other’s bodies. Though Mira's sexual exploits in the past haven't been frequent, she's no virgin. She has enough experience to have a baseline understanding of what she likes and doesn't like in a sexual encounter. But this is the first time she's showered with someone(s) she's slept with. It takes far longer than it reasonably should for them to actually get clean, even considering all of Rumi and Mira’s hair.

She's ready the smut books and seen movies with sex scenes that show bathing together to be this salacious activity, and it's not exactly tame between them by any stretch of the imagination. But it is incredibly tender. They take turns washing each other's hair (Zoey and Mira have to tag team Rumi's. There's just so much!), Zoey washes Mira's back, Rumi discovers the ticklish spot on Zoey's ribs, and Mira's glasses fog up from the steam (She just wanted to be able to see!).

Afterwards is just as sweet. They mostly dry off individually but Zoey does wrap Rumi up completely in her largest towel ("Look! She's a Rumi-rito!" "The fuck?"). Mira doesn't even try to avoid looking in the mirror. It's harder to feel dysphoric when two beautiful women are wolf whistling and purring at you.

They end up back on Rumi's bed, Zoey air drying in a beam of sunlight while Mira helps Rumi comb out her obscenely long hair. She has a wide toothed comb, a fine-tooth comb, a detangling brush, and a whole host of hair ties to help her through the endeavor.

They bask in silence for a while, only the occasional sound of Mira placing a smacking kiss on Rumi's head or shoulder when she gets the itch. Mira is most of the way through the first section when Rumi speaks.

"I've been thinking of cutting my hair."

"Oh yeah?"

Rumi hums in affirmation.

Mira continues to tease through the wet tangles with the comb. "How short?"

"I still want it to be long. I like my braid too. Maybe to my mid back."

Zoey sits up and reaches across them, placing her hand at Rumi's back to measure. "Wow, that's like three feet of hair gone."

"Is that too much?"

"It's your hair. You could shave your head bald if you wanted too."

Rumi giggles. "I would never. What if my head is a weird shape?"

Mira snorts. "As if. Everything about you is beautiful."

Rumi doesn't respond. Mira leans around to meet her eyes and sees the most pitiful expression on Rumi's face. When their eyes meet Rumi sniffles and leans forward to plant a chaste kiss on Mira's mouth. "You too."

"Gay."

Rumi and Mira both shoot Zoey a glare.

She stares back at them with a cocked eyebrow like "what? It is."

Mira rolls her eyes and turns back to Rumi's hair. "If you're going to cut yours, I should do something with mine too. I've kind of been wanting an undercut."

Zoey leans forward with interest. "Ooooh that'd be so sexy. Like it looks the same when it's down but then you put it up in a bun or something? Arf."

Mira laughs. "Did you just bark?"

Zoey sits up on her knees like a begging dog and howls. It's comically bad. Mira shoves her over. ("Gah! Rude, see if I beg for you again."

“Oh, you’ll beg.”)

“Oh! I know! I’ll shave my head. That way all three of us have a different look for the comeback,” Zoey says once she rights herself and flops back into her sunbeam.

Something about that niggles at Mira’s memory. “Didn’t you say you’ve shaved your head before?”

“Yeah, when I was like thirteen. It was horrible. My head looked like a peanut.”

“Why would you do it again?”

“Someone has to.”

“No, we really don’t,” Rumi and Mira say simultaneously. They then both scramble to try and pinch each other but Mira loses quickly.

It takes an hour and two hairdryers to get Rumi’s hair mostly dry and by that time it’s early afternoon and none of them have eaten. The eggs Mira made earlier are long cold. They all get dressed in casual clothes (Mira strips the bed because she’s the only responsible person in this house.) and then pile onto the couch to order takeout. After a brief argument about Zoey always getting to choose where they order from, (“I’m the baby! It’s my right.”) they settle for comfort food and Zoey puts on a documentary about Machu Picchu.

Mira ends up with her head in Rumi’s lap and, after a brief hesitation, Rumi’s fingers combing through her hair. Zoey is curled up beside them with her head on Rumi’s shoulder and their hands clasped. They listen to the drone of the narrator for a few minutes before Rumi breaks the silence.

“So are we…” she trails off and looks between them.

Mira rolls onto her back to look up at her and then shoots a glance at Zoey. Rumi doesn’t continue.

“What?” Zoey asks, so gentle, rubbing her cheek on Rumi’s shoulder.

Rumi clears her throat and looks up at the ceiling like she’s asking a god for help. “Are we…dating now?” Her voice is pitched a little higher than usual.

“Oh.”

Mira looks at Zoey in surprise. “Oh?”

“I mean yes.” Zoey looks a little lost. “I mean, if you want that. I want that. I thought…”

“You thought…?” Mira questions, she’s looking at Zoey upside down.

Zoey shrugs. “I thought that was kind of a given but we didn’t talk about it so, yes. I want to date you both. I don’t have sex with people I’m not in a relationship with.”

“I also want it,” Rumi says it like the words are being yanked out of her forcefully. She’s sitting so stiff and straight that it looks like pole got inserted in her spine. Mira has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

“Ok,” Mira says. She can’t help but smile. “That’s settled then. Girlfriends.”