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She looked over at the sound of muffled conversation and felt her entire body perk up at the recognition of Rumi's gentle tones. She couldn't quite make out the other voice, a little too deep and low to hear through the walls.
"Mira! Sorry, I know I'm normally a little earlier, but someone-" Rumi said as she pulled in her friend by the wrist, "Was dragging his feet."
Mira looked at the new person. He was… handsome, she supposed, with his defined jaw and soft features and neatly parted hair. He gave her a friendly wave, and Mira waved back.
"This is Jinu, my boyfriend," Rumi continued.
Oh.
Mira had a crush on Rumi the entire time she'd been her dance instructor. She had a handle on it—she was good at controlling her emotions—until Rumi brought her boyfriend to class.
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“You know Valentine’s Day is coming up, and I…” Rumi’s fingers toyed with the edge of her notebook. She hesitated, then smiled certainly—like she’d made a decision. “And I—well, would you maybe—”
Mira didn’t let her finish.
The words tangled in her chest, sharp and panicked. She could already hear it—Jinu this, Jinu that. Some request for help picking something romantic. Advice she absolutely did not want to give—at least, not without a solid week to prepare herself. The idea of sitting there, nodding along while Rumi talked about her boyfriend, made something twist painfully in her chest.
“I’m so sorry.” Mira blurted, already shoving her chair back with an uncomfortable scrape. “I… I didn’t realize how late it was. I really have to go.”
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OR: Mira being oblivious while Rumi repeatedly hits her over the head with the "pls ask me out" stick. And then they fuck about it.
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“okay, so i’m gonna start now. just let me know if anything is uncomfortable or if you want to stop at any moment.”
rumi nods as best as she can with her face stuffed into a hole.
“sounds good,” she croaks. now she’ll also go to hell for being a liar, because nothing about what’s about to happen sounds good. it sounds awful and terrifying that a beautiful woman with presumably soft hands is going to be touching her naked body when she was so unprepared for this, even if ‘full body’ should have been indicative that she’d be getting quite naked. she just really didn’t anticipate mira.
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the one where rumi goes to a spa for the first time and discovers some things about herself when her masseuse turns out to be way hotter than she could've ever imagined.
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“I don’t want you to come just yet.” And Rumi smirks at the pitiful whimper Mira lets out, pleased by the shudder that rolls through her lover’s body. She knows that Mira likes to be edged, knows that her lover craves the roughness of her touch despite how whiny she gets. Mira’s desperation is a tasteful flavor added to their shared pleasure, and Rumi is all too happy to indulge in it again.
“Now stay still while I get the paddle.”
Mira’s breath hitches as the word lingers in the air. Fabric rustles as Rumi leaves the bed to rummage in the walk-in closet, leaving Mira to squirm and whimper as her body reacts viscerally to the command. She’s leaking more wetness as she thinks about the toy Rumi went to retrieve. It’s a finely crafted wooden paddle, not too big or extreme, and it has a heart-shaped hollow space at its center—perfect for leaving heart-shaped marks on her skin. Mira trembles as her mouth waters, her pussy clenching around nothing, and her desire punches her in the gut with a heavy swoop.
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All Rumi wanted was a haircut. She didn't expect to catch feelings in the middle of a salon.