Zoey looked up at the sound of a door closing, eyes locking on Rumi mere seconds later.

Rumi had just come out of the shower, dressed in nothing but her underwear, the heat of the water having warmed her all the way to the inside, long hair draped over her shoulders. Her back was turned to her and Mira as she reached for a glass to fill with water.

She felt her face grow hot as she watched how the muscles in Rumi’s shoulders flexed as she drank, eyes catching on the patterns on her shoulders. On the way they moved as she put the glass back down on the counter.

Zoey had never been happier that Rumi’s secret was out in the open. She never would have seen such a sight otherwise.

 

Her eyes followed the patterns running down her back, down below the waistband of her underwear, the fabric obscuring their path.

Hand darting out, she grabbed Mira’s thigh tightly, feeling like she was going to pass out from the sheer amount of blood rushing to her face and to her pelvis, feeling like there was nothing left over for the rest of her body.

 

Mira snickered at the look on Zoey’s face, but honestly, she could understand it. She would be lying if she said that Rumi didn’t have on effect on her too.

As Rumi put her glass down and made to leave to put on her pyjamas, Mira called out to her, ignoring the way Zoey’s face grew even more red as she did. “Hey, Rumi?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re gonna make Zoey explode, looking like that.”

Zoey covered her face with her hands, but the red had spread to her ears and all the way down her neck, making hiding it futile.

 

Confused, Rumi turned around, before seemingly remembering how she was dressed. Mira stifled a laugh as Rumi’s face grew pink. She had gotten pretty used to being naked around them now, but calling attention to it still had a chance at making her shy about it.

For a moment she just stood there, before making her way over, leaning over Zoey, who was now unabashedly staring at her between her fingers.

“How deep in the gutter are you, right now?”

 

A laugh bubbled out of Zoey’s throat, the look on her face making it obvious what she was thinking. It made Rumi equal parts pleased and flustered, but like hell she would let shyness win when she had the chance to make one of her girlfriends blush.

“You can touch me, if you want.”

Zoey met her eyes, before reaching out, fingertips tracing the patterns on her hip. Rumi felt herself shiver from Zoey’s touch, her fingertips cooling her warm skin. Her hands pulling her closer.

 

She let herself be pulled down between them, head on Mira’s shoulder, back against her chest. It was Zoey’s turn to hover above her, above both her and Mira, watching them, red still lingering on her cheeks.

Zoey bit her lip, and as she leaned down she pressed her lips to Rumi’s. Rumi raised her hands to cup Zoey’s cheeks as Mira’s hands now found her skin, fingers mapping out the marks on her stomach, making her shiver.

 

Zoey’s lips were soft against hers, making her mourn the loss of their touch as they parted, only for them to find her collarbones, softly pressing against the marks she knew were there, showering her body with affection.

The lower her lips moved, the brighter the iridescence of her marks grew, until their glow lit up Zoey’s face.

Zoey turned her eyes upward, meeting Mira’s, then Rumi’s. The smile on her face was as bright as the honmoon, the rainbow glow emanating from Rumi’s skin reflecting in her eyes.

 

Hands finding Zoey’s cheeks again, Rumi urged her upward, seeking her lips one more time.

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