Dizzy from their proximity, the smell of them as different as their body heat is the same, she's maybe too weak in the knees to pull as much weight as Jekyll. Bless his heart for trying when Paloma is sober but very, very conflicted.
"It?" Never mind. Better not to ask. She reaches with her free hand to hold the bad dog by his wrist. "I need to go, out, outside, it's nice meeting you? Henry, could I bother you for a ride-? I mean a drive?"
"Of course!" He'll definitely give her a ride and also a drive. Luckily though he doesn't catch the double entendre. Hyde, however, cackles to himself about it. "You had better eat that and drink plenty of water. I'm going to check with Arash." Because an Arash is always a good boy even if he hangs out with Hyde.
Hyde scoffs, but waves them off as Jekyll leads Paloma outside, through the back door so they don't have to deal with the crowd. When they reach his car, he opens the passenger seat door for her, because he's civilised. "Back to the hotel?"
Only in the safety of the passenger's side does Paloma's breathing slow to normalcy. What the HELL had she just allowed to happen because of a happy memory from her hindbrain?
Large gulps of air. "Oh, yes. Yes please." She catches him by the hand before he retreats. "Thank you!"
"Don't mention it," he smiles, partly for being embarrassed to hold her hand, but finally rests his other over them both, before making his retreat to his side.
He has a wonderfully reassuring way of treating her. Where Edward pushes and pulls on her like a Barbie doll, Henry acts like Paloma is a treasured equal.
An equal who, she finds when he takes a seat, is stupidly wet. No mistake. Old memories and new fantasies run amok in her mind's eye. She's going a little crazy. Crazy enough that she foregoes the belt, twisting toward him; she extends to brace on his shoulder and lean over the gap between seats.
"About earlier, um, before. D'you want to try it again?" Is there ANY doubt as to what she means.
"Again?" He's so white and his cheeks turn so very red, it's truly pathetic. "Really? I, ah, certainly wouldn't mind..." It feels wrong to say he actively wants to though, is he bad if he wants to??
Paloma nods, legs clamped together. Her neck cranes...
"Cool. Me neither."
Hsst, no shit! Why even say? Desperate to shut up and for even minor relief, her breath and his mixes for less than two beats before she's caressing him with a kiss-- a gentle, inquisitive, submissive greeting. A warm hello.
He's too much of a loser for unsolicited kisses, and it's a little awkward while leaning over in the car. It works together well to really get his heart going, which ends up pushing out the most pathetic noise from his lips. But he kisses her, reaching for her hand.
He hopes Hyde hasn't made her think poorly of him by association...
Paloma is about to pull away after he makes that noise, afraid of rejection even now. The weight of his hand dispels the last doubt over his willingness and plucks at her ribs.
Hyde has made her think many things, but poorly of him? Not if she's moaning softly for more, leaning ever closer in until this kiss cannot be called chaste. Their fingers tangling, she drapes across the car and capitulates to the urge saying her arm should snake around his throat.
Nasty hoe. He isn't much better. For all that he tries to appear reserved, the more heated it becomes, the closer he gets to pulling her into his lap. His free hand finding the small of her back doesn't help his desire. But he doesn't do it, even though he does moan into her lips. Hyde was right, she's pretty and he's horny.
Such a far cry from the stiff gentry she'd also met yesterday night. What a hidden delight in the reserved man who'd let Paloma scribble on his arm in pen, then been afraid to call the next day. Kissing him now she can hardly believe they're the same.
Her top rides up too easily from the tiniest glancing brush, but it was already on its way. The skin bared is burning, like Paloma and Jekyll, like the tongue twining into him. Her hold on him could very well be unbreakable. "Henry," she mutters, exclaiming lightly in her frustration with the car's obstacles. "I like this. I like you."
He's so hot in the face you could cook an egg on his forehead! And that's about as much of his face as she'll see, since he's terribly embarrassed and shy, and so his head dips down. "Ah- so do I, I especially like you, a lot..." He fiddles with her fingers.
But he's so sweet and this moved so fast, she jumped the gun, is this normal half-not-date behavior? Should Paloma rewind? Their foreheads rest together, and she inhales to perhaps clear the air, but she just breathes in more of him...
His touch is so shy, even now. "Do you think we should stop, or...?"
She's well aware of how it could look through a window; her about to fall into his lap, curled around him-- Jekyll holding her. It's a bit compromising.
"I could see you tomorrow," she rasps, kissing the corner of his smiling mouth. "Couldn't I?" The implication, of course, being that who can say what may happen then!
"Yes, of course, I'm free in the evening!" Indeed, who knows what may happen then. The thought occurs to him, but he chooses not to think too hard on it. It's too much for him.
She hoped he'd be glad after tongue-fucking her into a tizzy!!
"Wherever you pick." Paloma kisses him one last, lingering while. Then and only then can she bring herself to withdraw, despite the heady buzzing of desire, despite her poor impulse control. She keeps her thighs squeezed together.
At least she can hide her shame, unlike him. It would only be calling attention to his hard-on if he tried to mask it in any way. So instead he tries to very casually drive her to the hotel they've had booked. All expenses paid thanks to the patron owning the hotel. It's a damn nice place, almost as nice as his home.
She readily agrees to dinner, blood buzzing still, and pointedly never looks at his crotch.
His hotel (she knows about the ownership thanks to Veronica) sort of wags its finger, announcing just how affluent the man she'd been smooching actually is. Her flush deepens inexorably. "Ah.."
Paloma glances subtly, tugging at her belt loop. "Have you ever tried your own room service?"
"I do make a point to stay once in a while, to make sure the quality isn't slipping." Oblivious to her meaning, he answers entirely truthfully. She must be wondering how it is. "It's quite nice, I think."
Paloma giggles, feeling horrendously awkward for the misunderstanding. Her hand gravitates toward her throat self-consciously. "Very! D'you-- want to make a surprise inspection?"
Oh- she's inviting him in. But for what? Just to eat and spend time together? Or is more being implied, that's usually how it is when you're invited in, right? But that's usually after a date. Is it weird and rude if he goes in with her but turns down anything too handsy?
"Alright, sure - yes." Naturally he needs to open the door to let her out too.
As if she's not struggling to breathe and act like a normal person, she nods, smiles, and lets her eyes affix to the ground the entire journey up to her shared room with Veronica. It makes for an uncomfortable elevator ride.
Even after they've gotten to the door, Paloma can't get past her tied tongue until the phone is nestled right up to her ear. "What's your poison?" she asks shyly, covering the mouthpiece.
At least theyre in the same boat. Jekyll looks around as if he doesn't know exactly what the rooms look like, look at that painting he's never seen that before wow.
"Oh, ah, ice cream, I've had my supper." Why ice cream? Because it'll help cool him off, in place of a cold shower. At least he finally takes a seat though.
"Ice cream," she repeats into the phone, uncertainly. "Flavor? Umm-- matcha?" Getting a nod in return, she flounders for a meal of her own.
Paloma ends up hunching in and speaking quietly to avoid being seen as piggish. "Oh, umm, could I umm, please have the filet mignon with truffle? Yes, thank you," raising her voice, "and water. Thank you."
Guilt flushes her well after the phone is put down. "Ahh, so! We wait!"
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"It?" Never mind. Better not to ask. She reaches with her free hand to hold the bad dog by his wrist. "I need to go, out, outside, it's nice meeting you? Henry, could I bother you for a ride-? I mean a drive?"
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Hyde scoffs, but waves them off as Jekyll leads Paloma outside, through the back door so they don't have to deal with the crowd. When they reach his car, he opens the passenger seat door for her, because he's civilised. "Back to the hotel?"
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Large gulps of air. "Oh, yes. Yes please." She catches him by the hand before he retreats. "Thank you!"
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An equal who, she finds when he takes a seat, is stupidly wet. No mistake. Old memories and new fantasies run amok in her mind's eye. She's going a little crazy. Crazy enough that she foregoes the belt, twisting toward him; she extends to brace on his shoulder and lean over the gap between seats.
"About earlier, um, before. D'you want to try it again?" Is there ANY doubt as to what she means.
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"Cool. Me neither."
Hsst, no shit! Why even say? Desperate to shut up and for even minor relief, her breath and his mixes for less than two beats before she's caressing him with a kiss-- a gentle, inquisitive, submissive greeting. A warm hello.
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He hopes Hyde hasn't made her think poorly of him by association...
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Hyde has made her think many things, but poorly of him? Not if she's moaning softly for more, leaning ever closer in until this kiss cannot be called chaste. Their fingers tangling, she drapes across the car and capitulates to the urge saying her arm should snake around his throat.
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Her top rides up too easily from the tiniest glancing brush, but it was already on its way. The skin bared is burning, like Paloma and Jekyll, like the tongue twining into him. Her hold on him could very well be unbreakable. "Henry," she mutters, exclaiming lightly in her frustration with the car's obstacles. "I like this. I like you."
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But he's so sweet and this moved so fast, she jumped the gun, is this normal half-not-date behavior? Should Paloma rewind? Their foreheads rest together, and she inhales to perhaps clear the air, but she just breathes in more of him...
His touch is so shy, even now. "Do you think we should stop, or...?"
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"I could see you tomorrow," she rasps, kissing the corner of his smiling mouth. "Couldn't I?" The implication, of course, being that who can say what may happen then!
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"I'd be very glad to see you."
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"Wherever you pick." Paloma kisses him one last, lingering while. Then and only then can she bring herself to withdraw, despite the heady buzzing of desire, despite her poor impulse control. She keeps her thighs squeezed together.
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At least she can hide her shame, unlike him. It would only be calling attention to his hard-on if he tried to mask it in any way. So instead he tries to very casually drive her to the hotel they've had booked. All expenses paid thanks to the patron owning the hotel. It's a damn nice place, almost as nice as his home.
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His hotel (she knows about the ownership thanks to Veronica) sort of wags its finger, announcing just how affluent the man she'd been smooching actually is. Her flush deepens inexorably. "Ah.."
Paloma glances subtly, tugging at her belt loop. "Have you ever tried your own room service?"
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Paloma giggles, feeling horrendously awkward for the misunderstanding. Her hand gravitates toward her throat self-consciously. "Very! D'you-- want to make a surprise inspection?"
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"Alright, sure - yes." Naturally he needs to open the door to let her out too.
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Even after they've gotten to the door, Paloma can't get past her tied tongue until the phone is nestled right up to her ear. "What's your poison?" she asks shyly, covering the mouthpiece.
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"Oh, ah, ice cream, I've had my supper." Why ice cream? Because it'll help cool him off, in place of a cold shower. At least he finally takes a seat though.
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Paloma ends up hunching in and speaking quietly to avoid being seen as piggish. "Oh, umm, could I umm, please have the filet mignon with truffle? Yes, thank you," raising her voice, "and water. Thank you."
Guilt flushes her well after the phone is put down. "Ahh, so! We wait!"
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