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Sweat shone on Elsa's skin, her muscles trembling, breath coming in heavy gasps, moans sweet to Rumi's ears. Elsa's right hand dug into Mira's hip, her left clenching Rumi's shoulder. The woman looked lost in the best of ways, her eyes half closed, mouth hanging open, pale skin shining.

She was straddling Rumi, hips rising and falling at a steady pace and it was one of the hottest things Rumi had ever seen.

The first time her girls had taken her like this Rumi had died and Elsa looked beautiful in the throws of her own little deaths.

Zoey's hands slipped around from behind, cupping Elsa's pert breasts as Rumi rolled her hips underneath her. Everywhere they touched her seemed to make Elsa shiver or writhe and Rumi understood better than most the need to be touched. How many nights had they spent here with Elsa on their little hiatus and Elsa still acted like she hadn't been touched in years?

But Rumi understood instinctively.

After all, how many nights had it been since her first night in her girls' arms and she still felt like she would die without their touch?

Or maybe Rumi just wanted Elsa to feel satisfied for another hundred years. She couldn't imagine the loneliness of watching the people around her age and die, until nothing remained but memories.

Head appearing from over Elsa's shoulder, Zoey kissed her skin there and winked at Rumi just before she jerked her hips, causing Elsa to cry out, pulling Rumi from her thought spiral.

Rumi pulled Elsa's head down, kissing her and then she rolled her hips and—as naturally as breathing—matched Zoey's rhythm. Zoey's hand slid down to Elsa's hip, resting over where Rumi's hand had moved to, then threaded their fingers together as Elsa broke the kiss, arching as she cried out.

Love you Zoey mouthed, the need to make sure Rumi knew that burning in her eyes.

Rumi mouthed it back. How much she loved Zoey, how much she loved Mira. It went beyond words.

"Oh my god," Elsa breathed. "Knew you were trouble, Zoey…"

Tangling her fingers in Elsa's hair, Mira pulled her head back. Her efforts were gentle, yet firm, loose enough that Elsa could stop it if she wanted. Elsa's hazy eyes lifted from Rumi's to Mira's and Mira's breath hitched, "All right, snowflake, that's enough talk from you."

Elsa's eyes fell to the toy at Mira's pelvis, pink and shimmering iridescently from the Honmoon. Then they flicked back up to meet Mira's as she licked the tip.

"Oh that's my favorite part," Zoey murmured, leaving little bite marks along Elsa's shoulder, her breath heavy as she continued the pace she shared with Rumi.

"Rumi's pretty good at it too," Mira said, fingers digging lightly into Elsa's scalp in a way that told Rumi she was trying to hold back.

"That I have to see." Elsa kept her eyes on Mira's face though, sucking lightly on the tip.

"Do you want to watch me choke Rumi on it?" Mira asked, fingers tightening in Elsa's hair, "Or do you want to do it yourself?"

Elsa's skin flushed from chest to ears, but there was a sparkle of interest in her eyes that left Rumi wondering which option she was considering. She dug her nails into Elsa's skin and started to move her hips up against Elsa faster as she decided either would be good by her.

Not that she'd ever admit that in words.

The action drew a low, long groan out of Elsa, her eyes going hazy as Mira's control started to slip, her hand pulling Elsa's head a little harder, pushing the shimmering strap deeper into Elsa's mouth. Her nails dug into Elsa's scalp like she could almost feel it.

For several intense moments Elsa hung like that between them, Rumi and Zoey driving into her with as much strength as they had left, Mira shivering as she moved at a slower pace, never too deep, one hand in Elsa's hair, the other cradling her face. Rumi's eyes remained locked on the sight.

Then Elsa tapped Mira's thigh and Mira immediately pulled away, dropping to her knees, both hands on her face. Rumi stuttered to a stop a second after Zoey, hand grabbing one of hers, "You okay?"

"That was…" Elsa nodded, panting, "Good. Got too intense."

Mira leaned in, kissing Elsa's forehead, "Good girl. Tapping out when you needed to."

Elsa looked flustered in the same way Rumi always felt when Mira used those words on her.

Rumi glanced at Mira, "Lets get her settled."

Mira leaned in, wrapping her arms around Elsa and lifting her up a little bit, allowing Rumi to pull out and move out from under her. Zoey moved much more slowly, and then Mira lowered Elsa back down onto the bed. Rumi shed her harness as quickly as she could, Zoey's landing next to it as Mira gracefully slipped out of hers.

Then, almost as one unit, they pressed in against Elsa, three bodies holding the one between them. Upright at first, then falling over onto the bed in a tangle of giggling limbs and bodies.

Pressed up against Elsa, Rumi stroked her hip, smiling as she watched the way Mira held Elsa in her arms.

"Don't say anything," Mira muttered. Her hand moved to meet where Rumi's rested on Elsa.

"I wasn't going to," Rumi replied, smiling brightly. She loved the tender side of Mira, and loved that it was coming out with someone besides her or Zoey. Rumi felt like Elsa was so much of a kindred spirit to herself that it was actually a relief.

A laugh bubbled up out of Elsa, and eyes closed she said, "I think I love this part."

She'd ended up laying mostly on Zoey, Zoey's hand resting on top of Mira and Rumi's as she seemed to accept her new life as Elsa's bed, "Body on body with three hotties?"

"Zoey," Rumi groaned.

Grinning in a way that was entirely honest, Zoey replied, "Not even sorry."

Rumi's laughter echoed around Elsa's cabin, before she buried her face against Elsa's shoulder. She kissed there, lightly, feeling Elsa's fingers join the rest of theirs.

Mira cleared her throat, eyes on Rumi's the moment Rumi looked at her. One of her perfect eyebrows quirked up.

Now? Rumi mouthed, gaze darting between her girlfriends.

Duh, Zoey inclined her head as Mira simply gave a short, encouraging nod.

"I didn't know the Honmoon made you telepathic," Elsa noted.

"No not—" Rumi laughed. "We wanted to know if you would like to come back to Seoul with us. For—"

"Awhile," Mira said.

"—ever," Zoey clarified, grinning nervously.

"As long as you want," Rumi said, rolling her eyes at her girls.

"We really like you," Mira admitted, looking everywhere but Elsa.

Elsa was smiling, expression soft, "Now that you know I'm not a threat to your feelings for Rumi?"

Zoey kissed the top of her head, "Nailed it in one."

Mira let out a breath, expression sour for all of a second before her face softened, "Honestly seeing you flirt with her was how I realized what I was feeling was a lot more than just a crush."

"I'm pretty sure it's how Rumi realized she liked girls," Zoey offered, ever the helper.

"Shut up."

Laughing, Elsa patted their joined hands. She sounded excited, "All right! I guess it's time to rejoin the world for a little while again."

Zoey answered with a joyful woop, Mira grinning wolfishly. Rumi's cheeks hurt from the size of her smile.

She had no idea how they were going to explain moving this random woman into their penthouse to Bobby, but somehow, she didn't think she had to worry too much.

"Is that when I get to choke Rumi?" Elsa asked with clearly feigned innocence.

Rumi groaned and buried her face into Elsa's arm.