moritat | there is always another au

Hyde certainly perks up at that, especially when he sees how it makes Jekyll blush. The poor weenie turns into a beet, and hurries to look down at the napkin and silverware in front of him. "What? Is ir that juicy?" That's when Hyde plops down onto his butt liek a normal person at a dinner table and whips out his phone to translate his best approximation of what she said.

"-Oh my god." He barks out a laugh, and leans over to hiss in Jekyll's ear, still loud enough for Paloma to hear, as he intends. "Don't be a loser, go take her to the washroom."

Her turn to flush. The illusion of a sexy, confident woman shatters and what's left is just Paloma-- mortified, sputtering, disbelieving that he'd actually gone and googled the phrase.

"It was just a phrase! No!" The foot harassing Jekyll vanishes. A swift, unchecked kick lands on Hyde's knee. She puts all of her anger at him into the force behind it.

"Jesus Christ! You were the one who said it!' He yanks his legs back, and pouts. "You two are so uptight."

"We can't all be like you..." Jekyll mutters, but looks up enough to give Paloma a little smile. "I think a foreign film would be lovely."

Lot of action happening under the table. Battles won and lost. Feeling as if she'd punished Jekyll for the sins of the brother, Paloma waits to compose herself, then snakes out for apology footsie.

"Great." As if Hyde isn't even present and with a wine-tinged glow of a smile, all of her attention and every ounce of interest is given to Jekyll. Shame it's not his foot she's caressing.

That foot sure plays back. Apparently he's more confident when it's out of sight. Which isn't untrue.

With things seeming to go alright for a while though, Edward being good, not interrupting them and actually behaving like a normal person, Jekyll excuses himself to the washroom...And still that foot remains.

The lack of interruption and the nice, quiet conversation she and Jekyll get to enjoy as a result are a balm to the instability Hyde brings everywhere he goes. She enjoys the liquor, the romantic lighting, their five star appetizer; the under-the-table play on her bare ankle, bold and curious.

She's smiling as Jekyll gets up to leave. It dies fast as he gets further away, and the action freezes. Her foot roots to the carpet.

"You know that wasn't on purpose, right." She just comes out and says it.

The disappointment is clear on his face. And it isn't the anger that might be expected, he looks almost hurt, if anything. But it quickly becomes a pout. "...What? I thought you were finally coming around!"

His surprise invokes her surprise. He'd really thought it was for him, after the blowout from his appearance?

It fits in with the inflated self-importance he exudes like the funk of a cigarette, but the flicker of emotion she catches in him makes her rethink pinning him with only the worst of mindsets. He's just another boy. Man. Whatever.

Paloma fumbles around with her napkin, using her lashes to shutter the look in her eyes. "No, sorry. I need to know-- would you be happier if I didn't try to get close to your brother?"

"Hm? No, what's the difference to me, why? Hell, it's good for him to get out and actually see someone." He leans forward to poke at his appetiser.

"I do kind of want him to myself, but..." He shrugs. At least he knows that's unrealistic.

Her appetizer has this incredible liquor glaze that keeps her coming back again and again. The knife and fork pause, however, on their way to the plate. Real silver or she'll eat her clutch purse.

"To yourself," she repeats uncertainly. Paloma doesn't see the depth of how he means it, but nonetheless it sits oddly. She wets her lips. "Honestly...? I feel like you're just here for him, not me."

His eyebrows raise immediately. "Really? It's you I want..."

To prove it, his fingers find her knee.

She checks the entrance to the hallway Jekyll disappeared into. Not a trace.

"--Sorry, but I'm calling your bluff," Paloma murmurs. She grips his hand like iron, trapping him, hoping she's close to the mark. "You waited until I was with him, didn't you?"

"What d'you mean? Waited until you were with him for what? I didn't see you until just the other day." Otherwise he would have jumped in much earlier.

"True," she's forced to acknowledge. The timeline puts some holes into her hypothesis.

Keeping his hand trapped where it is feels as reckless as jumping the gun on ideas about his motivation. It serves a purpose, though. He can't touch anywhere else, and it's just bare knee. Not her thigh or somewhere north of it. "You didn't have to track us to where we're having dinner." Last try.

"Sure, but how else would I ever find you again? And get you to give me a chance?" His hand might be caught, but he can still move his fingers, he can still make this lewd. "Besides, all three of us would be even better..."

Her leg jumps. His placement, too. Now he has access to the more sensitive inner knee.

Why not dislodge him? Well, if anyone notices... "U-umm. You're very optimistic about the possibility, for just having met me and never asking Henry."

"I don't need to ask, I know he would." That grin is just a little too wide... "He loves it.

And tickle the inside of her knee he does.

She can control her face and the volume of their little talk, but it's simply not possible to stop him from feeling her muscle twitch underneath his fingertips, or from squirming below the waist.

"You don't know I would," she informs him belligerently, ducking all sweet remembrances of the night she got rid of her virginity. "You don't even know you can get farther than where you're at."

"Yeah, and I'll never know if I don't try..."

True, isn't it? And she hasn't said she doesn't want to. Lucky, or unlucky depending, Jekyll returns to his seat, and Edward takes his hand back to himself.

If only this was simpler. If only he were simple, and this a matter of fighting over the same woman. It'd be intolerable, and she would leave-- but it would be simple.

"Welcome back!" Paloma's pitch is far too high and her rasp too pronounced. She's avoiding Jekyll's eyes as well as seems to suddenly develop a fierce thirst, but oh, one shouldn't drink expensive wine so fast.

"I-I was wondering, could we maybe see the movie later and take the rest to go? Only i-if they do takeout." God, probably not. Her face is hot.

"Certainly, I'm sure we could do that. Pardon me." Oops, sorry Paloma that means he's going to get up to talk to a server, leaving her alone with Hyde again.

And there goes his hand, higher. "Are we going back to the house? A little snack before your movie?"

Miracle of miracles, her glass doesn't spill. Paloma empties the remains down her throat and slaps the bottom onto the table. Consequently he has the time to get in higher than he ought. Much. Higher.

She grabs him, of course, by the wrist in a vice. "Yeah, yes! In private!"

"Are you that turned on already? Wow..." His fingers wiggle as if he's trying to get higher still to check. "You do like the idea of fucking two people at once, don't you? Does the identical part make it even better...?"

Hyde exists on a different plane from mere mortals. It's the only thing that makes sense. He lives in a universe where he can paw and grope his brother's date, proposition her for a threesome, and she'll be wet with anticipation.

The filth. The carelessness. The swine. He's not completely wrong.

"You're delusional," she lies through her teeth. Her thighs clamp together and crush his wiggling fingers. Paloma glares with the venom of a spitting cobra. "It would ruin everything."

"What would it ruin? How Harry sees you? I promise it wouldn't ruin that at all. Certainly wouldn't be the first time..." Just some fun trivia for her to think about. Consider the brothers in other threesomes, maybe more.

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