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Carefully, Mira brought the cup to her lips, and took a sip, the boiling liquid rushing down her throat.
As Zoey liked to joke around, Mira liked everything too hot. The spicy food, the water, the drinks, and, of course, Zoey and Rumi.
Not that they knew that last bit yet.
"Mira? Is something wrong? You've been staring at me a lot."
Hmm.
Rumi usually didn't notice her stares, but today she was a little more alert, more paranoid, than usual.
It was obvious from the way her shoulders remained tense, and the way that, instead of just wearing a long-sleeved shirt, she was wearing a sweatshirt.
Today was a sensitive day. Which was why Zoey had pouted for two whole minutes trying to convince them to have a movie night in Mira's room (never Zoey's, Mira and Rumi had promised never to enter her bed again after being buried under a mountain of stuffed animals, and since Rumi hated losing her privacy, her room was out of the question).
Rumi, despite her desire to flee, was as weak as ever to Zoey's pouts, so even though she tried valiantly, she gave up, and now, she remains curled up in the middle of Zoey and Mira.
But that's not why Mira looks at her.
No, the reason is how her eyes, in the darkness of the night and on low-brightness television, seem to glow gold.
"No, just..." There was a piece of rice stuck to the edge of Rumi's lip. Since it was as good an excuse as any, Mira reached out, running her thumb across her lips to clean it. "You just had something on your face."
There was nothing platonic about how slowly she did it, but Rumi, oblivious as ever, wouldn't notice.
Or so Mira thought, until Rumi opened her lips. Not much, but enough to make Mira's breath catch.
Perhaps it was the lack of breath that made her see, believe, that Rumi's eyes shone a little brighter. That tone characteristic of a demon, that tone that Celine had made them memorize the first two months of their training.
Rumi, a demon...it didn't sound crazy.
Painful, of course, but that's how lies always were.
And when Rumi behaved like that... Well, if she wanted them dead, she would have done something by now.
Instead, she just breathed heavily, her pupils dilated, without taking her eyes off hers for even a second.
She looked beautiful and divine. Much more than usual.
Mira couldn't help herself, sticking her thumb inside her mouth. Rumi just opened her mouth wider, obediently, and Mira tried not to think about the heat building in her lower belly.
To be honest, she wasn't sure if she was happy or sad that Zoey was sleeping on Rumi's shoulder. Part of her wanted her to see them.
Would she like?
Hah, what was she saying? Of course Zoey would love it, she was the kinkiest of the three.
"Your teeth are very sharp," She murmured, feeling the fangs. There was no doubt that Rumi was a demon...a very obedient, and good one.
Rumi made a sound, but it was not understandable, and Mira wondered...
"You can cut with them." She hissed, with a smile, as she felt a flash of pain in her finger, and the sensation of blood gushing out. Oh, Zoey would go crazy with that information. "That's sick."
Rumi's eyes widened, her pupils even more dilated, and, shit. How could Mira be mad at her for lying to her when she looks like that? When she opens her mouth like a very good and needy girl?
"Fuck." She murmured shakily when Rumi's hot, wet tongue started licking her blood as if she liked it. "You're a total pervert, aren't you?"
Rumi only responded with a moan that sent a series of pleasurable shivers down her spine.
Slowly, Mira blindly placed her cup on the nightstand, and used her newly freed hand to stroke her hair.
"Clean up your mess, princess." She muttered hoarsely, glancing sideways at Zoey, who was completely unaware of how un-platonic the night was becoming for her friends.
Rumi let out another moan, closing her eyes and...shit.
Breathing heavily, Mira removed her finger from her mouth, ignoring the whimper Rumi let out, and lifted her onto her lap, grabbing her hips with one hand and guided her to a kiss with the other. One that Rumi willingly accepted, opening her mouth and playing with her tongue.
Zoey, having collapsed onto the bed without Rumi to lean on, blinked weakly, sleepily, until she heard a moan.
"What?" Straightening, Zoey's jaw dropped. "Girls!?"
Rumi froze, just for a brief second, but when Mira caressed her fangs with her tongue, she melted against her.
If she hadn't been busy eating Rumi, Mira would have smiled. It was too hot to know that she was making out with Rumi while Zoey watched.
"Oh Jesus." Zoey fanned herself, her face red. "Am I dreaming again? No, no. Rumi doesn't shine in my dreams."
Shine?
Mira pulled away from the kiss, gasping for air, and opened her eyes. Despite the multiple layers of clothing, Rumi's patterns shone so brightly, they pierced through.
Rumi just gasped, not having realized anything yet and...
"I want to see your patterns, princess." She murmured, grabbing the hem of her sweatshirt. "Can I?"
"I-" Rumi opened her eyes, looking from her to Zoey in panic. "How—?"
"Your eyes sparkle when you're happy." Mira smiled. "And you have great fangs."
Zoey, whose brain was working at top speed to understand that not only were her friends kissing, but that Rumi was a demon, let out a moan as she saw Rumi's fangs appear.
Oh, Mira was definitely going to memorize that sound of hers along with Rumi's.
"You're...not angry?"
"I am." Mira tightened her grip on her hips, digging her fingers into her and making her moan again. "But that's nothing a few kisses can't fix, right Zoey?"
"Y-yes? I mean, yes!" Zoey stood up, approaching them. "I'm...a little confused right now, but very excited too! Your fangs look hot."
Rumi frowned, squirming uncomfortably in her lap, causing Mira's breathing to become shaky.
She really wanted to see her writhe and break in her lap for a very different reason. Watching her moan and close her eyes, sinking against her.
"Really?" Rumi murmured, her hands fiddling with the laces of her sweatshirt.
"Yes. I could talk about them for hours, or even write a song! They make you look very, very hot!"
"Oh, I..."
Well, that was an awkward energy Mira didn't want here. If she did, she'd ask to talk.
"So can I take your sweatshirt off?"
"Uh." Rumi looked at her. "Yes. I would...like that."
"That's great, because I fully intend to find out if your eyes turn gold when you cum."
"Wha-!?"
Mira didn't let her finish, pulling her into another kiss that made both Zoey and Rumi moan.
Mira herself was no better when Rumi's hands grabbed her hair, and pulled at it. The pain only made everything feel hotter.
"Shit, can I go next?"
Oh, tonight was going to be fun.