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“…Laying demons with our tongues? oh!”
Rumi felt the much desired presence between her legs pull away abruptly as Zoey jumped up, eyes shining almost as much as her mouth. Rumi took a shuttered breath- laced with disbelief and a bit of disappointment.
“Did you- Zoey did you just stop eating her out because you came up with lyrics?” Mira voiced Rumi's thoughts exactly as she ceased her touches along Rumi's body, propping herself and by proxy, Rumi who was sitting in her lap, up a bit to gaze at Zoey in what Rumi could best describe as lovingly horny confusion.
“Well yeah- I gotta jot it down- otherwise I’ll forget again!” Zoey had her notebook, one of many, open on her lap and was scribbling away, clearly not caring that she was leaving Rumi hanging.
Part of that was hot. Part of it extremely frustrating. Part of it adorable. Rumi was having many mixed emotions.
Except about one thing.
“Zoey-“ Rumi propped herself up with Mira's help. “We are not! singing about having sex with demons!”
Zoey's eyes looked like those of a kicked puppy at the quick veto from her girlfriend as she closed the notebook and put it back on the shelf. Rumi almost took back her words at the sight.
Almost.
“But this could really expand our brand! Reinvent our image a bit! Keep us relevant in the cultural zeitgeist!” Zoey recovered her momentum and turned to the two, energy nigh blinding. She was fully in sales mode.
“German aside, it’s only been a year since that overdramatic demon performance from the Saja Boys. People are gonna think we fucked them. Like more than they already do.” Mira's voice sounded mostly amused by now as she voiced her concerns. “The ship wars alone will be horrendous.”
Rumi turned to her girlfriend aghast. “That’s? Your issue with this idea?!”
“Please, a year is forever online.” Zoey snorted and sat down- maybe that meant they could finally get back on track.
But the girl had barely touched the bed before she bolted up again as if the thought that struck her was electrically charged. Rumi let out a frustrated whine, her patterns dimly lighting up, and Mira gave her a nigh condescending pat on the head. One she did lean into.
“Oh! oh!!”
Zoey jumped up and down then pointed at Rumi, finger outstretched. A finger that really! should be elsewhere if Rumi had her way.
“Rumi, you adorable glowstick, you can appear on stage in full demon patterns! It’ll be hot!- and bonus! It’ll help you get over all of the catholic levels of shame and guilt about them, that Celine forced on you!” Zoey rambled off, scribbling notes onto her arm of all places. Lack of paper was not stopping her momentum in the slightest.
“Way to kill two demons with one Shin-kal.” Mira gave a low chuckle at Zoey's enthusiasm.
Rumi just groaned. She had officially exceeded the amount of times that she would have liked to hear Celines name mentioned during sex.
Zoey was undeterred as she now focused her attention on Mira, who was lazily playing with Rumi's hair. At least someone still remembered what they had been up to- even if she seemed to be ignoring Rumi a bit more on purpose than Zoey was.
“Choreography! We gotta make it really clear we’re talking about her- yknow get all touchy feely-oh! maybe even lick her onstage? that would go so viral- And we can release it in June an-oof-“ Zoey was interrupted by being hit in the face with a large plush box turtle.
“Zo- I beg you-“
Zoey looked at Rumi with a smug look, now clutching her newly acquired turtle. “Off to a good start.”
Mira stifled a laugh at Zoey's salacious tone that did not help Rumi's situation in the slightest.
“Let’s just.. let’s just table it for now.” Rumi sighed. She wasn’t winning this. Especially not now. She let herself fall back onto Zoey's bed and into Mira's outstretched arms, with a huff of resignation.
“Maybe look at it with a bit of post-nut clarity?”Mira offered, semi helpfully. Kinda back on topic even.
“Well I already know it’s a genius idea.” Zoey shrugged but she put the pen aside for now, finally crawling back in between Rumi's legs.
But just as her head lowered again, just as Rumi could feel her breath on her thigh- just! As Mira picked up her onslaught of teasing touches- just when Rumi finally could hope that they could finish their impromptu workout- Zoey's head shot up again.
“We can make it a halloween special! Really appeal to the monsterfucker community!”
“Please don’t call our girlfriend a monster.” Rumi could feel Mira's fingers twitch, lightly scratching her skin with the motion.
She appreciated Mira's half joking defense of her, even if they both knew Zoey meant that term in an affectionate way.
Zoey didn’t seem to catch the joking undertone however.
“Oh no! I didn’t mean it like that- Of course Rumi you’re not-I’m so sorry-“ Zoey's jaw dropped in dismay as her hand shot to her mouth. Her voice was nigh pleadingly apologetic.
Rumi didn’t know if it was the tone that did it, or the renewed distraction or having been extremely unsexily, counterproductively, edged for the last twenty minutes. But she had had enough.
The half demons now clawed hands- wait when did that happen?- shot forward, grabbing Zoey's head and planted it firmly where it should! have been this entire time, eliciting a surprised squeak from the rapper.
“If you’re going to so proudly appeal to the monsterfucking community, I’d graciously appreciate if you actually! got to monsterfucking already!”
Her patterns flared up in an explosion of colors as she let, as best controlled as she could, her voice slip into the deeper resonance of her demon heritage.
“Looks like you could even be the concerts strobe light.” Mira ever so unhelpfully added in her two cents, sounding incredibly amused.
“That’s what I’m saying!” Zoey's voice came muffled and excited before she gave a content, yet strangled sigh. “Man I wish I was a sea turtle right now. Leatherback, preferably.”
Mira hummed against Rumi's neck, lips forming in a smile as she propped her chin on the leaders shoulder, looking down at Zoey.
“Wanna elaborate on that?” She asked, grinning at Rumi's look of betrayal.
Rumi was never going to finish was she.