some nasty librarian shit

[cagedinflesh]

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[gehennawind]

The theatre is dark and resonant with notes of Mozart. Nobody in here with Paloma and the horny bastard on the floor have a clue what's happening above, or across from them. They don't know, they can't see, can't watch.

More's the pity if they would enjoy the sight. Gnawing her lip, she presses his dick between her toes and his navel. No pulse of blood goes undetected. God. She's starving.

[cagedinflesh]

He moans almost immediately, lifting his hips to build more pressure. She could leave her shoe in, as far as he's concerned... Just a bit of heel. Fuckin step on him. Although the stocking feels nice.

"Fuck yes..." At least it's just a mumble!

[gehennawind]

One shoe's still on, boyo.

The blood magic hasn't been dispersed in their brief conflict, and she experiences desire in the same physical way as him. Her cheeks even feel hot, whether that's part of the facade or her two combined hungers.

(These are no cheap, scratchy stockings to chafe on his cock; some other lover left her with these. Given how they match her underwear, two guesses as to which one.)

Her foot crushes him just shy of causing damage in a daring experiment with pressure. "Good boy, stay down."

[cagedinflesh]

It might be on the edge of danger, but that's exactly what turns him on about it. If she's going to go ahead and step on him hard, he doesn't need to push back, so he pulls back to show he won't jump up. The way he looks at her says he's hanging on every word, or movement as the case may be. Absolutely enraptured.

[gehennawind]

She feels the muscle twitch and breathes out in exultation.

Aches and heat centered in her belly force her to rethink depriving him of another pie slice, in accordance with their back-and-forth about how much is too much, too soon. She could fill that emptiness with him--

No, this is fine as is. Paloma squeezes his cock between her big toe and the rest, flattening him out with the use of her entire sole. Release. Step. Crush. Lift. And she smiles, little and secretive and confusingly innocent.

[cagedinflesh]

His hand travels up her leg to feel the silk stocking, and her warmth, while he gazes at her, half lidded. When finally he comes he has to grind his teeth to keep quiet, and immediately takes up her foot to lick it clean before being asked.

There might be a little on the carpet but whatever they won't notice.

[gehennawind]

Perks of not being ticklish anymore: Paloma gets to sit and let him lick his own mess away without squirming free. All the sensitivity, none of the kicking.

"You listened," she whispers. The foot still in its shoe taps over his stomach, where flecks of come dot the fabric. Her heel deftly picks up a few.

[cagedinflesh]

"Yeah, I'm a good boy." Except that look on his face says he's a nasty boy. The way he really gets in there to clean, too. Or that bite that he gives her toes when he's done.

[gehennawind]

Paloma tuts and flicks his nose with those toes he's been salivating over, making her question whether to hide her stockings in the clutch now that one is damp (and smells like semen).

Her instep drags down the side of his lovely throat. "Suits you," she tells him huskily.

[cagedinflesh]

"You think? I'd rather be bad." Bad dogs get attention, even if it's negative attention.

Once he pulls his pants back up, he slinks into his chair, not bothering to be anything but disheveled.

[gehennawind]

Affords them a chance to calm down. Paloma needs time to squelch her appetite in every aspect. Closing her eyes to experience only the orchestra's practiced notes anchors her to the present, where Jekyll has the whole of his blood and she doesn't open him. Doesn't open her cunt to him and damn the music.

"What're you on?" Her voice is too casual.

[cagedinflesh]

"Hm?" He looks over at her, having actually been paying attention to the music, more or less. He does like that it's decadent at least.

It hasn't really occured to him to explain what's going on. And even when she asks, it still doesn't.

[gehennawind]

The telltale red says she's still dealing with Jekyll's odd outburst-prone body snatcher. Hyde, he calls himself. Hello, Hyde.

God. What on earth?

She licks her lips. "What are you taking?"

[cagedinflesh]

"Nothing right now, you got anything?" He laughs, pulling himself up from the slouch he had going in his chair.

"This is just the way I am, is that so surprising?" She hasn't even seen anything yet, geez.

[gehennawind]

A quick hand signal to indicate their volume stay low.

"Twenty years ago I was that gullible," she murmurs, eyeing him sideways. He cuts a catching figure and it's easy to remember how little convincing he'd need to straight up leave... "Your eyes, Henry. Hyde."

[cagedinflesh]

It's a good thing she corrects herself, because the grimace he makes upon hearing Henry is almost dangerous in itself. "That's the way they are, I don't fucking know why, a chemical reaction or some shit. Either way, I'm not Henry, how difficult is that to understand?"

[gehennawind]

Her hackles raise at the insult, particularly given the good deed she's just done. When he sounds like any other man, she contemplates leaving alone. It doesn't seem as if Henry will come out to play for the foreseeable future.

Perhaps a frosty cold shoulder will reveal her interest in being barked at.

[cagedinflesh]

He rolls his eyes, but hangs over the edge of the seat to get her attention again. "Look, your little boy toy's still floating around in here, he's the one that gives a flying fuck about science. I'm here, that's all I know or care about."

Except he realises he hasn't yet kissed her, and he wants to.

[gehennawind]

A flying fuck about science, art-- the thing they dressed to the nines for-- and not being caught out mid-coitus. She assumes?

Hyde is successful in diverting her attention right where he wants it. Partly reassured, her lips purse. "Boy toy? What's that make you to me, young man?" Such a shame a mouth this kissable keeps playing with him.

[cagedinflesh]

"I guess I wouldn't mind being that either." His smirk and quirked brow say plenty. "I'll be your pet, scold me when I'm bad, reward me when I'm good, and take care of my needs..."

[gehennawind]

Those last two tie into each other-- ties. Tying. There's a thought.

Paloma looks away from his smugness, mulling it over. If ever this was an unwise liaison before...

"And you'd keep me warm?"

[cagedinflesh]

"Sure, I'll make sure you work up a sweat." Lewd, always lewd. "Hell, you can see I've got money, I'll keep you in furs if you like."

[gehennawind]

He wins a piggish snort, not disbelieving but very doubtful he could make her sweat unless she wills it to happen. Where DID an ego this massive come out of? Nowhere sunny.

"Oh, you've got money! Well, in that case!"

[cagedinflesh]

"Of course, I'm a lord, I'll give you anything!" He laughs, before adding, "Well, Jekyll is. But who's got access to his bank account?" That's Hyde, it him.

[gehennawind]

Impossible to deter him with reular grade sarcasm.

"I'm not an escort," she informs him blandly. "But I can recommend you a service, if you want to throw your money around." Wait a minute. Lord? He said lord, didn't he? Nervous Henry Jekyll?