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Rumi hummed, taking their joint hands to her lips and then resting them on her own cheek. “We don't have to do anything.”

“I want to, I'm just worried I'm going to want it like – too much, and embarrass myself, and then you'll be like 'what the hell was that' and I'll be like 'I don't know I wasn't in my right mind' and you'll be like 'that was weird and too much' and I'll be like-”

“Zoey,” Mira interrupted, her voice such a low, quiet rumble that Zoey felt it in her chest before she heard it. “First of all - please stop having conversations with us in your head where we're that rude. At least make us a little bit nicer or I'm going to start thinking I should be offended.”

Zoey laughed and sighed simultaneously. “I know. It's stupid. I'm just.” 

“It's new,” Rumi said softly. “What can we put in place to make it feel easier? Would it make it easier if it was… less? What if it's only one of us with you?”

Zoey's eyes widened. “No,” she said, with such vehemence that Mira actually winced away from her volume.

“Okay, no to that, loud and clear.” Zoey could feel the smile tilt under her palm, and she thumbed the line of it as she thought.

“Maybe like… I do want to try rope with you, and like - so much stuff we haven't gotten around to yet. I want a lot of that. But I think maybe. Nothing new? During?”

“Done,” Mira said immediately, and Zoey could feel herself relax back into her shoulder. “And if you feel like you're losing yourself at any point, just safeword out?” 

“Yeah. Say the word at any point and we just spend the days cuddling and watching TV. ”