some nasty librarian shit

[cagedinflesh]

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[cagedinflesh]

[Jekyll spends a lot of time in the library because of course he does, do I need to explain? He's a fucking nerd. And he's studying for his phd, so, like, it's justified, not just that he's a loser.

With classes and placements running in the day, of course he's going to take advantage of the late hours the university has set. Although there really aren't a lot of students who stay quite as late as him, so he's had more than a few awkward run-ins with the librarian. At least she's always free when he needs to sign something out when he finally head home, or to give help in locating a book!

Tonight though, he's fallen asleep sitting on the floor, leaning against a bookshelf with a book open in his lap and several more piled up beside him. It's been a long week.]

[gehennawind]

Mr. Jekyll is what the ladies call a repeat offender. A snoozer. An overrun workaholic. She was warned about his late sign-ins and sign-outs over steaming coffee and gossip in the storage room. Paloma pretended to drink and to be apprehensive of shaking students out of their stupor.

She kept her fangs to herself until after locating the cameras' blind spots, the bookcases and corners where a quick nip wouldn't raise the alarm. To date, Henry Jekyll and several other late departures are minimum four-time blood donors each, but she's mindful enough of their health to look him over now with no more than a pang of impulse.

Her eyes soften. Poor boy doesn't need to satisfy her appetite on top of exams this next week. Paloma kneels delicately beside the student and the pile of texts, jostling him lightly by his shoulder. "Mister Jekyll."

[cagedinflesh]

When you're recognised without even seeing your face, that's when you know you're coming around too often!! That embarrassment shows in the flush of his cheeks.

"A-ah, did I fall asleep again? I'm sorry, waking me up shouldn't be part of your job description, I swear I have a home, I don't just come here to sleep!"

[gehennawind]

Cutely pinkening cheeks that call to mind what fresh, spring-like blood pulses double time as his heart rate quickens. Hands kept firmly in check over her knees, Paloma smiles as warmly as she can. His glasses are a little askew...

"You're the most interesting thing I look forward to. When you and the others pass out, I mean," she tacks on quickly to dodge an accusation of harassment. The absolutely last thing she needs after getting licensed and situated in a well to do institution.

[cagedinflesh]

The damage is done by the time she gets the first sentence out, his heart quickens still more so, until she tacks that on and his heart sinks instead.

"I suppose it would break up the monotony of the night at least!"

Quick, do something to not have to look directly at her - he takes his glasses off to wipe them clean on his shirt.

[gehennawind]

Funny. The lenses hadn't seemed dirty, fogged, or as though they needed a wipe. She writes it off as a nervous tic.

"Exactly!" If cheeriness helps him feel better at ease then a little dimpling grin is no trouble, none at all. Paloma breaks eye contact to nudge books into neater stacks instead of their jenga nonsense.

"Does that really fix them?"

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"Fix them? Well, I suppose it scratches them really, but I'm always forgetting the cleaning cloth..." He's a bit scattered. For good reason though, all that work!

Her cheeriness is worse, especially her smile, it reminds him how attractive she is. Wonder why his heart just keeps pounding, that's a lot of blood flow for one young man!

[cagedinflesh]

[Did he say he wouldn't fall asleep in the library again? Oops. The longer he goes without sleep the harder it is to keep the promise. At least this time he's slumped over a desk, face in a book and crushing his glasses. It'll definitely leave a mark or two.

Just about closing time though...]

[gehennawind]

For better or for worse, Paloma receives a call around ten in the evening letting her know the library doors are closing early, and won't she make sure to turn the lights off? Her finger's on the last switch in a mostly pitch-black library when she remembers the last and only guest student in there with her.

Purse slung casually over a shoulder, the folds of her skirt rustle and swish on her slinky way to his slouching person. Her breath on his ear may be the first thing he wakes up to, and then the whisper comes.

"Mister Henry Jekyll."

[cagedinflesh]

Does it count as morning wood any time of day that he wakes up? Because the breath on his ear might just do it. It gives him a start, jumping in his seat so his glasses clatter onto the table.

"--Ah, I'm sorry!" That high-pitched voice, that thudding of his heart he can hear in his own ears.

[gehennawind]

No, it hasn't even struck midnight yet, how could it possibly be morning wood! He must settle for regular old late night chub.

"I know," she giggles, feeling like a cruel witch for playing even this harmless joke. Her conscience pricks and plucks her into conciliatory action. Feather-light fingers lie on his upper back, but she has yet to stand upright. "They told me to pack it in earlier than usual. You aren't overstaying with me."

[cagedinflesh]

"Oh, I see, I hope the hours won't be changing permanently?" His voice stays too high, it can't go down with her fingers on him. His dick also can't go down like this. But he's going to have to get up. Thank god it's dark at least?

"Shall I walk you to the car?"

[gehennawind]

He shows considerable composure given the scant inches her mouth was from his ear, the amused rasp of her voice, and the proximity of his hot face to tit. Worse, she hasn't backed up enough to let him up. Does she even want him to be?

"... I hope they won't change, too, but are you ready to leave?"

[cagedinflesh]

Jekyll's having a hard time keeping his eyes from wandering, the dress Paloma's wearing makes it very difficult for anyone not to stare at her chest.

For his part maybe he can be forgiven for wearing yet another suit the first time she sees him not in uniform, considering where they're going. But still he would be in a suit even if it was something casual...Just not a tailcoat with a bowtie.

He nervously makes small talk on the walk to the theatre, and while they wait for it to start in his private box. But finally the lights dim and the orchestra begins, and he can listen to the music to try to calm himself.

Unfortunately it doesn't work too well. It isn't long before there's a hand on her knee, searching for the hem of her dress to get under it...

[gehennawind]

Paloma feels a similar flutter of anxiety every time she replies and engages with him, whether it's the heat she feels through his tailored sleeve or remembering their differences. His inability to keep his eyes straight is the least threatening part of tonight when she hopes to God this won't end in death or addiction. Pain is inevitable. Accepting that drains some of the tension out of her shoulders. They've relaxed by the time the show begins; her smiles and glancing caresses are warmer.

His heart rate's sudden acceleration and shortness of breath turn her face toward Jekyll. She opens her mouth-- pauses, because he's trying something rather brave. "Naughty," she remarks, closing over his wrist and considering the benefits of letting him.

[cagedinflesh]

And yet after that surge in his heartbeat, just as quickly it evens out, and becomes almost lazy in how calm it is.

"You can't want to just sit here and listen without any stimulation..." His voice is a bit different too, maybe it's just because of the whisper and the music? More importantly, he doesn't wait to be allowed to continue on, his fingers already stroke against her panties.

[gehennawind]

He is the weirdest young man.

Paloma had thought she'd figured out an estimate of his character but this upends many of her notions. Her hold over his wrist tightens, keeps him scarcely three inches from ducking inside her panties. She thinks quickly.

"Mm? I thought you liked the orchestra?" To spread or not to spread, that is the slut's question.

[cagedinflesh]

Of course she should. He insists. Or tries to, anyway, and yet she holds him at bay. She's surprisingly strong. But he can find other ways to insist, like sliding out of his chair to the floor to kneel between her legs, eyes on the prize to be sure she can't see them.

"Sure, but isn't it hard to focus on sitting quietly and listening? Nothing to look at or occupy your hands?" True that he is used to always having some activity. He likes to keep busy. It goes with being a scientist. So Hyde isn't exactly lying...

[gehennawind]

Oh. Ooh. Now he's arrested her attention.

Yet something has changed in Jekyll, more than in his voice or demeanor. Something that crawls deliciously down her spine and proposes the merits of working that bit of blood magic for... vitality. The pretty picture he makes on his knees, all cut and tailored and proper, argues on his behalf.

She aches to be convinced. "Occupying your hands was supposed to come after... " Her palm plants against his cheek, caressing and stopping him.

[gehennawind]

Paloma seems rattled, notes the librarian she's shift relief for the next Monday evening. Boss nuke her schedule? Boyfriend? At the look on Paloma's face: Girlfriend?

No one, she says, naturally signaling that SOMEone is responsible. No further questions.

The worst part is always being alone afterward. That's always been her experience after every single affair without exception. The self-lecturing, the heavy heart, the vision of an unending future with more of the same. Unless she goes mad or meets the sun?

Small wonder some of the shelves appear to have taken on tiny chips here and there. Some too strong individual shoved the texts in too roughly.

[cagedinflesh]

He didn't get to see Paloma during his week off as he'd hoped. If the evening had gone well he would have asked for her phone number and to set another date. Instead, they hardly spent an hour together, and Jekyll ended up not only too ashamed of his behaviour to make an attempt to reach out, but afraid.

He considers not coming to the library, but he does need to. So he keeps his head and eyes down as he walks past the front desk, praying that by some miracle she'll have her back turned or be looking at the computer and not notice him. But he accidentally looks up, right into her eyes. The look on his face is absolute mortification, and a silent plea of apology. He doesn't deserve to look upon her!

[gehennawind]

The silly boy could've gone during daylight hours, unless the isolation calls out to him...

A desk between them makes a flimsy barrier yet an insurmountable distance both. It's no protection from the truly pathetic kicked-animal moroseness that wraps around her heart, squeezing. Her folder-bearing hands drift down until they hit hardwood.

"Henry," she greets him softly. Still Henry. The other boy wouldn't look at her like his. She doesn't think.

[cagedinflesh]

He has class during the day!

"Good - good evening, miss." His eyes dart back down as he clutches the books in his hands before finally offering them up. "I have books to return."

[gehennawind]

Ah. This is different. Why?

Because he's here, she realizes, not a hundred miles away or in her rear view mirror. Because it's him vying for polite impartiality, tip-toeing around invisible boundaries. The role sits oddly on someone else. Her mouth twists. She glances down to hide the pain of it.

"Just a return?"

[cagedinflesh]

"For now. I'm sure I'll need to take something out." He fidgets while it's being processed, pressing his lips together, glancing up when it seems safe. Finally when he determines that no one else is around, he speaks up.

Although it's barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry. I truly wanted nothing more than to have a nice time."