Rumi feels a sigh leave her, or maybe a word, just barely a wisp of a sensation that’s a million miles away, as her gaze hazily drifts ahead. Focus is impossible. She’s too far away to tell what’s happening. She’s floating amongst the stars. Adrift in the gentle embrace of the fluffy clouds of a nebula. Clouds of colors indescribable, drifting in and out of her mind as easily as she drifts deeper and deeper into trance.

Time feels limitlessly stretched long and infinitesimally shrunken. Not that Rumi cares to let even a single thought anchor her enough to keep track of time regardless. The concept simply exists outside her care. Outside her understanding.

“3”

A voice tethers to her, wrapping her mind in a connection back to reality. Immediately she feels heavier. More real. More… Here.

“2”

Her body returns to her. Or, maybe, her mind returns to her body. Either way, she’s tugged warmly and sharply into herself. Back into herself. 

“1”

Rumi’s eyes snap open, awake and alert and present and smiling softly. In front of her is some comedy special playing on the TV, though for the life of her she can’t remember what’s happened so far in it. A quick glance to her left and she sees Zoey curled under a blanket –ever the freezing woman, no matter how warm they set the thermostat– watching intently and chuckling every so often. 

She must have dozed off. Fuck, she really needs to get more sleep if she’s dozing off in the middle of the day… Her first day off in a while too. She’s just been so stressed and exhausted from work lately, pulling late nights and weekends to make sure the next album goes out without a hitch. Before she dives too deep into those thoughts, she is distracted by Zoey’s snort laugh at whatever they’ve been watching. Damn, she really needs to be more in the moment. 

“You okay babe?” Zoey leans forward to rest a hand on Rumi's outstretched knee. The blanket slips to reveal her nude collarbone, but Rumi does her best not to focus on that, or how easily the blanket could slip lower to reveal more of her bandmate’s delicious body. Thankfully it’s easy enough to focus on Zoey’s gorgeous face –even scrunched into concern like it is now. “If you’re not up for movie night we can always just call it a night.”

“No!” Rumi yelps and shakes her head more violently than she means to. “I mean, no. I’m fine… Just, I mean, it’s a different experience you know.” She takes a breath and nods her head in the direction of their viewer.

When Zoey mentioned wanting to bring in some extra cash by selling a one seat ticket for watching the pop star duo have a night in, Rumi thought it was insane and only the most insane of their fans would pay that much for such a simple night. There were rules against making a sound or interrupting the night after all. But then she saw the bombshell pink-haired amazon warrior that got the ticket and suddenly her worries flipped. How was she supposed to have a normal night not interacting with who easily would tie for hottest person she has ever met –tie of course with Zoey.

That’s not even mentioning her fear about them all being nude. Like sure, it’s movie night so of course they all have to be nude, but it feels weird having a stranger with them. An unbelievably hot stranger who hasn’t stopped slowly and casually touching herself all night, but a stranger nonetheless.

Zoey however, has no issue apparently, since she sighs and leans back. “We agreed to this Ru.” She at least offers a smile before adjusting to be snuggled under the blanket up to her chin. “It’s not weird, just a bit of casual hanging out with a fan.”

“Right.” Rumi nods and tries to focus on the movie. It is a good one, one of Zoey’s favorites even, but she just can’t get her mind to focus. For whatever reason, she feels weird being naked and sitting on the couch –as if this wasn’t a weekly pastime for the duo. Her ass is just a little itchy from the worn cushion, and she can’t seem to find a position that isn’t leaving her nipples exposed to the air or letting her wetness pool under her. 

“You sure you’re good?” Zoey once again asks, though this time sitting fully up and letting the blanket fall to her lap. Rumi only just manages to hold back whatever noises her body would make at the sight of such perfection, and nods. But, her bandmate has always been able to read her, and now is no different. “Wait, are– are you…” Her eyes flick to their guest before she leans in to stage whisper –which is not at all helpful in stopping the viewer from hearing her Rumi can’t help but notice. “Are you horny?”

As if a dam has burst, Rumi suddenly realizes that’s why she’s uncomfortable. “Fuck, yeah. I am.” Of course. How out of it must she be to not realize she’s just super sexually frustrated right now, and that’s why she can’t focus on anything or get comfortable. Now that she knows though, there’s an easy fix. “Mind helping me out? I don’t think I can focus unless I get some relief.”

The bewildered, shocked, and red with embarrassment expression Zoey gives doesn’t really make sense to Rumi; it’s not like sex is weird or awkward and it’s not weird to ask for help given it’s not like someone could please themself or anything. But even still, Zoey stage whispers again. “You. You mean like. Like, touch you?”

“Yeah Zo.” Rumi chuckles and looks to their viewer for camaraderie in experiencing Zoey’s weird behavior. But the viewer doesn’t react beyond a small chuckle, so Rumi looks back at Zoey’s confused face. “Touch me as much as you can really.” When Zoey doesn’t move for another moment, Rumi groans. “Come on. I’m desperate here, so would you please get over here and make me cum like the oblivious exhibitionist I am?”

“You’re what?” Zoey cocks an eyebrow, but nonetheless crawls to Rumi’s side and starts kissing Rumi’s neck while running her hands across Rumi’s breasts and back. 

Even with Zoey acting so weird tonight, she at least still knows how to please a woman. Rumi can’t stop the relieved and gratified moan that rumbles from her chest. “You know. Me. Rumi. The oblivious exhibitionist. Now would you please be quiet and focus on getting me to the edge before the timer goes off?”

Thankfully, Zoey doesn’t say anything else and does indeed focus on Rumi’s very sensitive body. Apparently the movie doesn’t matter anymore, since Zoey straddles Rumi and practically demands all attention on her with how she’s kissing across Rumi’s breasts and teasing Rumi’s oversensitive clit with her hand. Rumi’s gasp turns to a growl when Zoey doesn’t plunge her fingers deep into Rumi’s core.

Desperate for more, Rumi scratches at Zoey’s back, urging the girl on without speaking a word, pleading for more without saying a thing. She nearly faints from arousal when her gaze happens to land on their viewer, seeing the stranger contorted to be able to piston her fist in and out of her ass while stroking her cock with fervor. The thought that their guest is so close just brings Rumi that much closer to the edge.

Though what sends her over it is when her phone chimes with an alarm and every trigger falls away. The insanity of thinking Mira –her Mira– was a stranger that paid to watch Zoey and Rumi watch a movie. The convoluted reasonings she came up with to reason out why they all were nude. The little things she said but didn’t even realize she was talking about, like the timer that made all three of them cum. Even the idea that she shouldn’t see Zoey naked. All the little triggers and trance-states and internal reasonings, gone.

Rumi’s shriek as she cums is only beaten by Mira’s downright deathcry as she cums. Zoey’s the only silent one as she moans and melts against Rumi’s sweaty form. The two are a mess of sweat and juices, and just lay on the couch as they catch their breath. It’s only when their adorable girlfriend collapses on the couch half on top of them that they actually come back to reality. 

Mira chuckles weakly, her voice hoarse and hair matted to her forehead. “Can’t believe you fuckers got me to think that was just a good porno.”

“Yeah, as if that’s as wild as you both getting me to think touching Ru is somehow blasphemous.” Zoey doesn’t even bother to lift her head off Rumi’s chest. “It should be blasphemous to not be all over either of you.”

“Bitch please.” Rumi smiles down at both of them. “At least you were able to finger yourself while on me. You both got me to think it was just impossible to touch myself, and that I should be flustered at seeing Zo naked!”

The three devolve into laughs and warm banter as they cuddle up together to finish the movie. Warm cuddles and soft comforting words the aftercare they all need after a goofy yet intense scene.