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"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.

He pisses her off way more than he flicks her switches on. Her nails pierce crescents into his skin, pushing relentlessly.

"D'you know what it's like to feel lonely all the time? Like you're not good enough for more than a quick screw? It sucks, Edward. It freaking sucks." And he'd better not touch her panties. They're a bit damp.

He presses his lips together, trying not to show her any emotion or take it too personally. He might be a verifiable sociopath, but he's still human. And acting the way he does sure pushes people away! Which likely only makes him do it more...

"Don't fucking patronise me." His hand pulls back, and there's that sulk.

"Patronize you?"

Free of his wandering gropes, the tension in her thighs releases. They can spread without fear that he'll reach in and touch between, discovering that maybe she's full of shit, actually.

"I'm saying I don't want him, or you, to think I'm just here for sex. I want a chance." The emotions running high at this table get to her a little, cracking her voice.

"I didn't fucking think that and obviously he's too goody goody to even start to think it either." Maybe he'll just bury his nose in his wine glass! "It sure as hell sounded like you were implying something." Something that's as true about him as her being a deviant who wants to fuck a set of twins!

She sucks air in through clenched teeth, relaxing her fingers around the glass before it explodes and everyone turns to watch their fight.

"I don't know enough about you to imply anything," Paloma tells the tablecloth. "Or him. I just know I don't want this to last a few days and it's over."

"... You sure sounded like it. Look, I wasn't just messing with you when I said I was looking out for my brother, okay? He likes you a lot. so you don't have to worry about that." He hunches over his plate, and refuses to look up lest he embarrass himself. "I really don't like sharing, but I'm gonna do it."

He feels sincere and real. Bit by bit, Paloma's hackles lower; the two brothers might be mental opposites, but she is the outsider in a relationship they've had their whole lives. His reluctance to 'share' comes from an understandable place.

She exhales, watching him refusing to watch her. "I believe you now. Don't worry, please. He could still decide we don't have anything but art in common."

"It's my only leg up on him, confidence in sex and shit, so it'd be a real shame to get shown up, y'know? But that doesn't mean I want him to fail." Implying he'd be glad if it didn't work out clearly offends him. It's not like that, he just wants to be part of it.

Say so!!

Jekyll has been delayed a while, she notes but, having sympathy for the servers and somehow reaching an accord with Hyde, doesn't sweat it. Paloma's next impulse is to touch the side of his hand (the one he'd put almost between her legs, it turns out).

"Okay, sorry. Are we good? Should I just think of the threeway thing as a joke?"

"No way, I was totally serious. ...The best case scenario to me is being in on it." And yet somehow his grin isn't as lewd as it had been. Linking his fingers with hers helps that.

"Not just in bed." Give him a weird polyamorous relationship?

She's not tugging away. Her eyes have gone wide and startled, rarely blinking. "O-ohh..."

For a boy who communicates primarily through vulgarity-- in their meetings-- she begins to comprehend that this is Edward, too. This is opening himself up to a personal rejection of him as an individual, not the derisive wave-off of, say, a bar patron. And yes, minutes ago he'd been sexually harassing her and no, he's not permitted or excused. But.

"We might have even less in common," she warns him in softer tones. "You'll have to find out if you even like me, same as him. A-and I have no idea how to start, or how to ask."

"Yeah, that's the point of things like dates." He knows, he'll put the effort in. "Anyway it's abnormal to start. But a good thing's still a good thing."

"But what do you mean, starting or asking?" With Jekyll?

Paloma fidgets, reddening the longer he holds her for. What insane turn of events led this to happen? He's right about another bit. Trying to date two brothers simultaneously is certainly irregular, abnormal, you name it.

"Starting to go with two people and, and umm, everyone okay with... that," she finishes lamely. "But you remember this is a first, too?"

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