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!"
He's been looking as high up as he can without just staring at the ceiling, hands on his knees. "So...have you been working together long?" Conversation! Ask her about herself, get to know her better!
With him over there and Paloma sticking to the kitchen area, they might just be able to keep their hands to themselves. A very good chance.
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Right, he'd said something! "Only three months! I only just landed an internship with her museum in Mexico. I'm fluent, and it's good training to start." Hope puts more light into her eyes. "I want to be an art historian."
"That's wonderful! I didnt realise you were only an intern, you seem more like a partner." She does good work!!! "I found I was a bit too stubborn to answer to someone like that - or maybe 'a know it all' would be more appropriate..." He laughs a little, smiling sheepishly.
Oh, if he goes and lays on the compliments she'll twitter and flutter directly over into his lap, and they can't have that.
She pushes around the bowl of fruit on the counter, wiggling her newly freed toes. Then heels had been a terror. "Between you and me? It's a lot of coffee runs and checklists. But I get to see so much, go to places I might never have gone otherwise... meet lovely people." Her little grin is just for him.
Paloma settles in, crossing her legs at the ankle. Their closeness makes her too aware of the indecency of her clothing if room service were to come right then, but getting up to change now? Laughable.
"It's okay because I have somewhere I want to be. I didn't always have that." Her chin ducks, smiling in remembered aches. "I heard you're already a doctor."
"That is wonderful." He might not know why it seems bittersweet, but he's glad for her. The hand folding over hers says so.
"I am, I've wanted to be a doctor my whole life! ...Admittedly, my position helped my ability to do so - for resources." Not that he didn't work hard to earn the title!
He likes a good handhold, does he? Her as well. Paloma turns hers over to trace inside his palm, impossibly light.
Jekyll's right there. Nearby and too distant all the same. Her body turns toward him in full. "I can imagine, but what drew you to it? With all the other choices you could've made instead?" She leans, but only to convey her attention.
"Well, I enjoy the sciences, and I'd like to help people as much as I can. Medicine saves lives, and I admire that." She's very close! And such a soft touch is rather sensual! He's embarrassed. very much so.
Then thankfully she hasn't inched any further in to actually corner him on this couch.
"I feel the same about the history of art. It's saved my life, I can say that much." And no more, because she swiftly changes focus. "How did you end up funding us?"
"Your own personal medicine!" He beams at her. "Well, we have English and European artists on display plenty around here, but so little from the Americas. I thought some diversity would be nice to see, and educational, not simply the same few well known paintings on rotation. I do things at the gallery already, so it wasn't much of a stretch to set this up."
A larger audience, a spacious gallery, advertisement in the right ear, and so on. Money makes the art world go round. Paloma nods enthusiastically along with their shared ideals. It brings them closer. Literally. They're probably inches away from touching lips... and hers are so plush and inviting.
"I would like to think I helped, at least!" He's not so sure about making everything possible though, that's a bit too much credit. "All I really did was set it rolling."
Her lips are extremely tempting. And he's a weenie. But the more he looks at her, the more he's drawn to her lips, until finally he goes for it.
Seeing as Paloma was sort of hoping intensely for another chance to kiss him, she's very quick on the uptake. She stretches herself up and into him, opening up for a leisurely repeat of what the car kiss had become. Her unclaimed hand rests above his knee to balance in an otherwise precarious half-seat. "Mmhmm," she hums agreeably. Rather agreeably.
Yeah, that's pretty agreeable. And he feels much the same about it. It's easy to get carried away, when she's so agreeable. His fingers curl around hers, and his lap is certainly open for sitting. The other hand brushes back her hair, and eventually manages to tangle itself in.
She ought to be ashamed of herself, years-long drought or none. Macking on her boss's investor and patron like a cat in heat-- like his brother--
Paloma feels a massive lurch of heat between her thighs and, mumbling something about truffles in guilty confession, sort of tumbles onto Jekyll. She straddles his knee and manages not to rock or grind on it, tempting as it may be. "I ordered something expensive," she says thickly.
It's not like he's much better. He might not be so much of the aggressor as Paloma is, he's not the one getting into her lap, but he's not innocent in this either. "Is that a guilty confession?" He laughs, bumping his nose into hers. "That's fine, I would have given a daily limit if I minded."
Don't call her an aggressor! Call her-- desperado. Makes sitting on his knee like he's her sugar daddy more attractive.
She holds onto his hand tenaciously, worried someone (either) might become sensible again if released. His fingers curling through her hair have Paloma positively melting, snapping up kiss after tiny kiss. Who's to stop them? Food service won't arrive for another half hour at least...!
"But," mmmmm, "I asked for truffle. Isn't it more than a plane ticket for just... one... meal?" Her pauses are punctuated with heavy and heavier kisses.
He laughs, "Oh, truffles? That's really living the high life!" But he goes in for a kiss, hers might be heavy, but his is soft, quick, and sweet. "But I think having done such excellent work, indulgence has been well earned!
I mean, please don't order it for every meal or I'll be bankrupt sooner than later, but it's really no problem once in a while." Actually even eating truffles for every meal probably wouldn't catch up to his daily earnings, so...
He stokes her guilty anxieties and calms them in one continuous gesture. It doesn't cross her mind that he might exaggerate for comedic effect.
"Oh!" Shall Paloma apologize again! She runs her palm up his sweater vest, marveling at the volume of her attraction to him. Guess nerds are in. "Watch out for my boss."
"Oh? Will she be buying up all the caviar and truffles in London?" He nuzzles her cheek with his nose once he realises he's been staring at her eyes too long. "I suppose I should allow it and not play favourites, although I do have a favourite..."
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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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Right?
Right, he'd said something! "Only three months! I only just landed an internship with her museum in Mexico. I'm fluent, and it's good training to start." Hope puts more light into her eyes. "I want to be an art historian."
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She pushes around the bowl of fruit on the counter, wiggling her newly freed toes. Then heels had been a terror. "Between you and me? It's a lot of coffee runs and checklists. But I get to see so much, go to places I might never have gone otherwise... meet lovely people." Her little grin is just for him.
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He scooches over so she might be able to sit beside him on the couch.
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Paloma settles in, crossing her legs at the ankle. Their closeness makes her too aware of the indecency of her clothing if room service were to come right then, but getting up to change now? Laughable.
"It's okay because I have somewhere I want to be. I didn't always have that." Her chin ducks, smiling in remembered aches. "I heard you're already a doctor."
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"I am, I've wanted to be a doctor my whole life! ...Admittedly, my position helped my ability to do so - for resources." Not that he didn't work hard to earn the title!
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Jekyll's right there. Nearby and too distant all the same. Her body turns toward him in full. "I can imagine, but what drew you to it? With all the other choices you could've made instead?" She leans, but only to convey her attention.
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"I feel the same about the history of art. It's saved my life, I can say that much." And no more, because she swiftly changes focus. "How did you end up funding us?"
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A larger audience, a spacious gallery, advertisement in the right ear, and so on. Money makes the art world go round. Paloma nods enthusiastically along with their shared ideals. It brings them closer. Literally. They're probably inches away from touching lips... and hers are so plush and inviting.
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Her lips are extremely tempting. And he's a weenie. But the more he looks at her, the more he's drawn to her lips, until finally he goes for it.
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Seeing as Paloma was sort of hoping intensely for another chance to kiss him, she's very quick on the uptake. She stretches herself up and into him, opening up for a leisurely repeat of what the car kiss had become. Her unclaimed hand rests above his knee to balance in an otherwise precarious half-seat. "Mmhmm," she hums agreeably. Rather agreeably.
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Paloma feels a massive lurch of heat between her thighs and, mumbling something about truffles in guilty confession, sort of tumbles onto Jekyll. She straddles his knee and manages not to rock or grind on it, tempting as it may be. "I ordered something expensive," she says thickly.
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It's not like he's much better. He might not be so much of the aggressor as Paloma is, he's not the one getting into her lap, but he's not innocent in this either. "Is that a guilty confession?" He laughs, bumping his nose into hers. "That's fine, I would have given a daily limit if I minded."
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She holds onto his hand tenaciously, worried someone (either) might become sensible again if released. His fingers curling through her hair have Paloma positively melting, snapping up kiss after tiny kiss. Who's to stop them? Food service won't arrive for another half hour at least...!
"But," mmmmm, "I asked for truffle. Isn't it more than a plane ticket for just... one... meal?" Her pauses are punctuated with heavy and heavier kisses.
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I mean, please don't order it for every meal or I'll be bankrupt sooner than later, but it's really no problem once in a while." Actually even eating truffles for every meal probably wouldn't catch up to his daily earnings, so...
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"Oh!" Shall Paloma apologize again! She runs her palm up his sweater vest, marveling at the volume of her attraction to him. Guess nerds are in. "Watch out for my boss."
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