moritat | there is always another au

"Yeah? What's your reason, always been too shy?" His arms stretch out over his head to fall where his legs had been a moment ago. Now all he needs is a belly rub.

He's rather physical for a near-stranger. Does he even remember her name?

Paloma glares at his long beanstalk legs, comparing them to her too-short ones. "Yeah, sure," she says cagily. Not very convincing, but she prefers to leave it there and not expound on her mistrust of people's intentions.

And some of it really is shyness. She pushes experimentally on his shin, hoping to get him off of her one limb at a time.

That's assuming he ever knew it in the first place. He probably didn't.

He's too loose and lethargic to steel his muscles against her push, and down goes a leg. "I think both are fun. Don't think Harry's ever had a girlfriend though, aren't you lucky."

Girlfriend!

"Getting ahead of yourself!" Emboldened, Paloma hauls his other leg off and away. Lord knows where he's been all day. "I haven't heard back. He's probably busy." Now, why did she go and tell him a goddamn thing?

"That too, but my bet's on pissing his pants terrified." Even if he's almost falling off the couch, he wears the biggest grin.

Possibly the shittiest-eatingest grin she's seen her whole life. Paloma flusters more.

"God knows why? Am I scary?"

Look at her. Is she?

"Not even a little!" He laughs, shrugging. "You might've noticed, but my brother's a bit of a loser. That's all. You're pretty and he's horny and repressed! It's a tough combination."

His gift for the lewd is pretty depressing, when it gets her thinking about how Mr. Jekyll might not care to know her as much as Know Her. It doesn't fit with her impressions, but suits her paranoia fine.

Uncomfortable, she impulsively pushes on his side to shove him off the couch.

Down he goes, and almost hits his head on the table. "--What the fuck!" He grumbles, before pulling himself back up to sit like a normal person, more or less.

When he can see above the cushions, Paloma is giggling despite her unease, impish smile curling behind a hand. He's allowed to rest in pieces-- er peace.

Helps to not be touched by strangers. "Being high doesn't mean you get to lay all over me."

"But I want to, I'd be laying on my bandmates if they were around, but it's you." Therefore because other people let him, she should too. Always about Hyde. "What I really want is to kiss you, but I'm being good."

'But I want to' is the most honest excuse anyone's ever given for doing something unnecessary. What he says after is what puts real heat into her cheeks.

"Um," she starts. Twin brother of the arts patron who has her digits is feeding her lines. She shrinks physically, looking away. "Yeah, you shouldn't be doing anything like that. It wouldn't end well."

Don't you dare.

"But I want to." He echoes himself, grinning with an eyebrow quirked. "You have nice lips, any moment that goes by without them being kissed is a crime."

Paloma, a weak, weak girl if someone clever starts in with flattery, who knows her weakness, freezes. She doesn't know whether to flap like an idiot moth caught in a web or to call him out for putting on the moves.

"Thanks for the cheese," will suffice. She slouches protectively, eyes down.

"It might sound cheesy but it's true!" He goes to rest his head on her shoulder, and in doing so finds it's a good place to plant a kiss too. And a little nip of a bite. "It's just not the same."

Being good her ass!

"Good!!" Rejecting the very curious part of herself who wants to see how he plans the attack, rejecting her severe attraction to him, Paloma scrambles clumsily off of the couch while she still can.

"I mean, it'd be good practice for you right? What else are twins for?" Since he looks just like him it'll be like she's kissing Jekyll! Then she won't be nervous when they go for it!

"You..."

Are full of it.

"I'm not a doll, or a toy," Paloma seethes. Her head is a bit clearer; she steps away. "And I told you I don't want to be in the middle of your problems with each other."

"I'm not putting you in the middle of anything! We get along great, thanks." Which isn't exactly untrue, they may be very different, and that causes tension, but they can't hate eachother.

She's not ready to believe him after he went and slithered into almost kissing her smack on the neck, and had the nerve to put his teeth on her. His TEETH. And she'd shivered--

Paloma sucks in a breath to puff up larger.

"But you don't deny that you're fucking with me!"

He rolls his eyes. "I'm not fucking with you. I want to have fun along with you, together, not just play with a doll."

Her blood pressure and volume both threaten to rise. Stupid idiot Paloma, letting her guard down when he's just after one thing. She banishes the trace of desire to see how he 'plays'.

"Fucking with me as in trying to stick your dick in without thinking about how it changes anything. Never mind. It's not happening." Her eyes knife into Hyde. "What's my name?"

"Paloma. Vasquez, I think? I don't see how anything would change if we made out a little or even fucked." One point to Hyde? He takes up her hand to nibble a finger.

She yelps sharply. It didn't hurt in the slightest, but he and the jolt of heat the bite caused make her about levitate.

"Jesus Christ." Paloma tears way, wiping her finger off on the jeans and backing up too far for him to grab. "Pretending not to remember your brother has my number would work better if you hadn't just tried that line about practice! I don't say I'll go out with someone and then mess with their family!"

"We're twins, we share." At least he seems to truly not see the problem? It's a bit better than the alternative.

And very disappointed in her leaving...

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