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"Zoey!" Rumi hisses, "Get down from there are you serious?"
Mira snorts, watching her smallest girlfriend scamper up a tree to peer into a second floor window. They are standing, supposedly outside of 'The Hallowed Halls of Burbank High School' which Mira felt was a dubious title at best.
Though the place was… massive. Like sure Mira had spend her own teen years learning at an estate that was multiple acres but it was a boarding school and it had cost them more than she was paying for her current university studies.
This place was free. Free and sprawling even among the mix of residential and commercial properties that surrounded.
And Zoey was currently trying to break in through a window on the second story.
"It's fine guys I've snuck in a couple of times." Zoey waives them off and then tries to leverage the window open. She wobbles a bit on the tree branch and Mira's heart leaps into her throat for just a moment before Zoey steadies herself.
The window hasn't budged.
Zoey swings herself back down to Mira and Zoey and starts chatting, "Okay well I was hoping to look cool and sexy as we broke into my old school and then maybe we could make out against my old locker but it looks like they finally fixed that window."
Rumi looks delighted by the non-criminal turn of events but pats Zoey sympathetically on the back anyway, "I always think you're cool and sexy."
"Well good!" Zoey brightens up, "Because — and I don't know if you know this — but I am a rich and famous pop star who is also an Alma Mater."
Zoey pulls a ring of keys from her pocket and jingles them in front of Rumi's face.
Rumi looks confused but Mira is smiling now, the insinuation clear, "Hell yeah Zo, how much was the bribe?"
"I'll have you know that my 'generous donation' came in the form of a much needed 'modernization' of their music lab equipment." Zoey responds, skipping towards the front entrance.
"Now come on it is time to revisit my youth!" The bubbly maknae calls over her shoulder.
Rumi is smiling fondly — the tension and anxiety over the rule breaking eased by the fact that there was not real rule-breaking happening and she could breath easier about the whole thing.
Rumi turns to Mira with a playful look on her face, "Race you?"
The purple-haired woman doesn't wait for Mira's response just bounds off after their other girlfriend. Zoey has managed to get one of the doors open by the time Mira and Rumi make it up to the top of the steps. She holds the door open for them as they both skid inside, panting lightly from the playful competition.
"All good?" Zoey asks, casting her girlfriends a curious look and Mira gives her a nod and then pulls her in for a kiss.
Zoey responds immediately and Mira moves to deepens it before she's being shoved lightly by Rumi, "Hey I won, thank you very much. Stealing my prize."
Rumi pushes herself in close enough to tip Zoey's chin towards her so she can get a kiss too.
"We never set terms and you cheated" Mira huffs, still clinging tightly to Zoey's frame.
Rumi breaks away from her kiss with Zoey to scowl at Mira. She opens her mouth to say some thing but the first syllable is swallowed by Mira's mouth when she surges forward to silence Rumi's counterpoint. Rumi's words turn into a soft moan.
Zoey's voice breaks them from their kiss, "Okay more of this please but against my old locker so it will finally be free of the taint of Brittavin."
She grabs both of their hands and tugs them along as Rumi voices the same question that had been at the front of Mira's own mind "Brittavin? What is a Brittavin"
"Brittany and Gavin — textbook high school 'it' couple. Honestly they were like fine people, but my god it was annoying to have them making out against my locker while I was trying to get books for my next class. That's actually how I met Brian. Freshman Honors Algebra. I had to share a textbook with him."
"That was the high school boyfriend Mikey mentioned?"
"Yep" Zoey lets the end of the word pop as she says it, but doesn't elaborate further.
"Was it serious?" Rumi asks more curious than worried, but there is still a small note of tension in Rumi's voice that Mira can pick up.
Possessive, even when she tries not to be.
Zoey must pick up on it too because she laughs, "I hope you're not jealous of Brian. No, babe, it wasn't serious. I mean I guess it felt that way at the time but I'm pretty sure that was just because I was 15 and horny and he was really nice."
Mira hums and nods at that. She was no stranger to how similar love and lust felt when you were a teenager. Her own 'high school' experience had been very different than Zoey's, but hormones were a bitch and there had been more than one occasion of Mira sneaking into different dorms late at night.
Zoey tugs at their hands more firmly now, pace increasing as they round a corner to a massive hallway lined with lockers. They skid to a halt in front of one and Zoey takes her hand from Miras to point at the number stamped on the metal, "Here we go, number 329."
She takes her other hand from Rumi's and spins around to face them both, "Now who is going to manhandle me first."
Rumi looks at Mira and crooks her finger towards the taller woman. Intrigued Mira moves over and lets her head be pulled down for Rumi to whisper in her ear, "You go first? I want to try something after."
Mira pulls back and looks into Rumi's eyes. There's a mixture of curiosity and desire brewing in them and it's a look that has Mira wishing she was the one being manhandled into the lockers. But also she isn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. If Rumi is good with letting her go first she sure as hell isn't about to protest.
She nods at Rumi and spins back towards Zoey who has decided to dramatically back up against the lockers, hands spread out to her sides. Mira takes two strides over and kisses Zoey hard. Both of Mira's hands find Zoey's and pull them up above her head and pins them both there with one arm. Her remaining free hand comes up to cup Zoey's breast and she grins against Zoey's lips when the younger woman groans against the assault.
Mira slips her tongue between Zoey's lips and thrusts deep into her mouth. She feels Rumi close in on one side. Her hand stroking softly on Mira's back as she leans her shoulder against the locker. Mira closes the eye that she had peeked open and continues her kiss. Zoey is attempting to wiggle her hands free so Mira pulls back but her grip stays firm, "I thought you wanted to be manhandled?"
"I do… but I also want to touch you." Zoey pouts up at her and it makes Mira's heart flip-flop in her chest.
God she loved her.
She smiles and does a quick check in, "Hmm the struggle never ends. Color?"
"Oh hella green like bright, grassy green." Zoey says without hesitation, "But I would like to grab your ass please."
Mira laughs, "Well since you asked so nicely."
She lets Zoey's hands go and moves her own hand down and around Zoey's back, letting her fingertips play at the waistband of Zoey's shorts. Zoey's newly freed hands come down to rest on Mira's hips and she tugs her closer. Mira leans back down, this time kissing at Zoey's neck. Making invisible patterns with her tongue and lips and teeth. Zoey's hips twitch up at the new contact and she lets out a keening noise. Zoey's head turns towards Rumi, "Kiss me?"
Zoey's voice is breathy in the request but Rumi smiles when she hears it and nods. She leands down and palaces a soft, chaste kiss on Zoey's lips. It's absolutely not the kind of kiss Zoey wants and Rumi knows that. Knows she's teasing.
Mira leans back and steps away from Zoey who whimpers at the loss of contact. Mira smirks and directs her words to Rumi, "Okay babe, your turn. Try out that thing you wanted to?"
"Thing?" Zoey asks, infinite curiosity present even after getting kissed stupid.
"Yeah it's, here let me show you," Rumi moves in close to Zoey's front and taps the insight of one of her thighs to have her spread them apart. She slots one of her own thighs in between Zoey's and does an experimental rocking motion.
Zoey's body shudders at the action as she blurts out, "A+ idea, more of this please."
Rumi's face lights up with excitement and she picks up the pace, leaning down to capture Zoey's mouth as she does so. Mira chuckles low in the back of her throat and takes in the sight of her two girlfriends. They are both flushed and focused on the motion between them, their kisses turning sloppy and uncoordinated as they continue to move.
She can tell Zoey is getting close so Mira leans in close to press a kiss to Rumi's cheek and whisper, "You're doing great."
Mira can see the words land as Rumi moans into Zoey's mouth and immediately increases the speed and precision of the way her thigh is grinding against Zoey's core.
The effect is close to immediate.
"Oh fuck—" Mira watches as Zoey shudders against Rumi's thigh and smiles. Her girlfriend is always hot but getting to watch her come undone under Rumi's hands — or knee rather — is an absolute delight and an experience she hopes they will get to repeat again.
Soon.
Rumi looks smug and satisfied with this result and places several featherlight kisses on Zoey's neck and jaw and face. She eventually settles her nose into the crook of Zoey's neck and turns one lazy eye towards Mira.
There's a touch there of something more. A moments of possession. A raw — mine, mine, mine, ours — emanating from soft brown eyes flecked with gold. She leans over then and kisses Rumi's neck, nuzzling her in a similar fashion. She feels the tension bleed out of Rumi
As Zoey comes down from her high she giggles, "Okay that was officially AWESOME. Best idea ever."
"Worth your 'generous donation'?" Mira teases leaning down to place one more kiss on Zoey's jaw.
"Absolutely every penny."