moritat | Victorian weenie au

Here comes the part where bravery is most important, and the answer will always be 'no' if she does not ask.

Paloma can't seem to find his eyes. "May I lie with you?"

That wording has another meaning, and his heart races for it. But after the moment of shock he knows what is really meant. "-Oh. Well..." He does need to think about it, it isn't proper, but... "Alright..." And so he opens the door wider to let her in, and to get back into bed. Hugging the edge.

Her relief is as visible to Jekyll as the racing of his heart is audible to Paloma. She pretends not to hear and hopes he won't dwell on what he sees in her.

Clutching the collar of her-- his robe, she touches his shoulder in passing. Gladdened to be out of the hall. Lost as to what she ought to do once they've hugged their respective edges of the bed.

"It is your right to sleep where you like, Harry. Behave like I am not here?"

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But then he would be dangerously close to her, he can't possibly do that. And certainly not in her state of dress. "I am!" Yes, pressed right up against the far side is exactly how he sleeps all the time. "And you may of course do as you will."

He will adamantly lie there trying not to think about anything but sleep. Don't give in to the impulse to do what she says and get closer, to kiss her or be her big spoon!!

Oh. He's being stubborn about giving her space to be proper.

"You will fall," she points out. Paloma turns over and faces him, ignoring how the robe tugs into a licentious slit down her front. It's dark, anyway. "And I cannot sleep."

Light pressures on the small of his back are her fingers, extended to suggest peace.

"No, no, I shall be just fine, I assure you!" So long as he keeps that chub down, anyway. But she's making this all terribly difficult. It would be awfully nice just to hold someone in bed, even ignoring any sexual aspects. Which would also be nice. But all the more inappropriate. "Sleep will be good for your stress levels."

He tries too not to react to her fingers on his back, but there's a small startle nonetheless.

Lower her stress levels, he says. Paloma smiles wonderingly, not remembering what it's like to sleep as he means it.

She stays even after that twitch, despite an instinct to retreat. "I do not ... drift like you can. Nor dream."

Please, please turn and look.

As if on cue, he does turn to her, not quite his entire body, but it does shift along with his head. Curiosity has the better of him. "No? Is there anything I can do to help?"

She likes just seeing his face. The fogginess in her smile changes to something outright wistful if not quite carefree.

"No ... ah," Paloma stutters and curls her fingers. "Yes. I fear you may not wish to be improper?"

"...Is it something improper?" Surely it isn't, he says it as if it's a joke. Decidedly innocent.

Is it a trick or do her eyes seem eerily reflective?

"I am not your wife, so begging you to hold me could be seen as improper." The boldest thing she's said all night, if not done.

Once again Henry Jekyll turns red. There's nothing he could want more, but she's right, it's improper!

He can't say anything, all he can do is turn to and wrap his arms around her. Although he has to be sure to keep his hips away.

There he goes. The biggest dickest weenie around, hugging her with his pelvis awkwardly angled away.

Paloma does not read the problem accurately and snuggles in nice and close, nosing in against his chest. She thinks that poking issue is his bony hip for all of two seconds.

UHHHHHHHHHH they can pretend it's his bony hip, right. That's definitely all it is. He does not have the biggest weeniest boner, he is nnnoooottt remembering that they fucked before and definitely no details of it!!!! nope. he is innocent. And will just...hope that she doesn't notice and let her keep her nose in his chest!

Sure, they could pretend that. And sure, Paloma could keep her mitts to herself, be content with the intimacy he's putting up for grabs.

She is content. Kind of. Understanding of why he kept his lower half ... distanced, too.

"Harry?" she pipes up, a hand dropping lower between them. Her knuckles bump against his actual not-erect hip.

Now that's distressing. He jumps a little, muscles tensing. "--I apologise, I do not intend to make you at all uncomfortable, although I think I must!" Oh god, oh god. He's horrible, why must his body betray him this way. Maybe if he wasn't so damn repressed.

Paloma smothers a guiltily interested smile into the front of his gown. She plucks at it in distraction; a safe several inches from the weenie's weenie.

"I am very not uncomfortable. That is not the word to use." Honestly, honestly, the memory of him inside her tickles pleasantly at her hindbrain.

Well. He isn't exactly opposed to what's being implied here. But he also feels that he shouldn't, and he is also currently aware of the shame and guilt he'll feel afterwards. Especially when it would be dangerously close to taking advantage of her current situation. "I, ah...do not think you are in a good position, currently, or rather, state, to entertain such thoughts...!"

Ah. That's fair. Speaks well of him, too, to mind her vulnerability tonight. She leaves his dick well enough alone and idly knots the fabric much, much farther up and nearer to their chests.

Paloma nods into him with a rustle. "If you do not want to think of it, I will try not too, also. I only ... this may be the last I see you."

Oh. He hopes it isn't. He could never say it, but he does think of her so often, wishes he hadn't ruined everything so that they might see eachother more often. "Should that not be a reason, then, to avoid it?" If they don't see eachother again, then wouldn't it be worse on her?

'RUINED EVERYTHING' ...

That's a way to look at it, even if he may not be thinking of her death as she is.

Paloma curls closer, determined fully to enjoy the cuddling for what it is and not what it could be. "As you say," she whispers.

And now he hopes too that he isn't disappointing her. Or offending her either. He wants to have sex with her, really! Very badly!!!

"I hope it is not the last I shall see you. ...I enjoy your company very much." Read: I have a huge weenie crush on you.

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Meanwhile, she hopes she hasn't offended him by suggesting something so improper!!!

She sinks blunt teeth into her lips. Really, really bad habit to get into as a vampire, but so hard to break. "I like to be with you, too. I feel I know you better every time we meet and when we go I feel a loss. Harry, to lie with you like this gives me happiness. I am less frightened of the death Carlos will give me."

"He will not harm you, if he should lay a single finger on you, I shall see that he is run off." And he is apparently very serious about that, truly thinks he could do something about it.

It's baffling that she could still have any affection or respect for him, after the things she's seen, but Jekyll is grateful for it. It's the only reason he can dare to ask, "...May I kiss you?"

His sincerity means a thousand times more to her than any other empty promise made to date. It's not empty, because Paloma can tell he's more genuine than the parade of liars and parasites her life is inundated with.

She smiles giddily, very foolishly-- not where he can see, as she's bumped her forehead against him explicitly to hide it. "Yes, you may. Nothing would give me more pleasure."

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