moritat | there is always another au

"I said you're lovely." He kisses her face as he pulls out in order to better cuddle up to her. She's pulled up to sit more upright, which he does as well, and curls up more or less in her lap with his arms wrapped around her. Nap?

Paloma would rather not move yet, thanks, although his withdrawal elicits a soft moan of pleasure. Less charming is the jizz dripping after.

"A-ah. You're jus' saying that because my tits are out..." He tugs her into position like a kid's dolly, and for as long as it takes to regain confidence in her ability to stand, he's allowed.

The nap isn't to be. Holding the dress out of semen's way, she squirms and staggers to her feet. Sex legs make heels even harder. "Bathroom?"

"Across the hall." He frowns a little, more dejected than anything that she won't stick around longer. What if he gives her puppy eyes???

It's sufficient to give Paloma pause. She wobbled, looking at Hyde from his shiny flaccidity to that pathetic expression.The eyes are what convince her to bend, bracing on a cushion to tempt him with a kiss some inches away.

"I'll be back?"

Like a thoroughly baited good boy, he leans forward for the kiss, stretching out for it. "Okay..." In that case, he goes over to the bed instead, comfier, no semen or sweat.

Leaving her free to escape into a sterile environment, or one without recent cum stains.

Thank goodness nobody saw her creeping in the semi-nude through the hall. On her return trip she walks with a heavier swing, thanks to the ache Hyde left between her thighs, and a heavier conscience. They had let Jekyll run in obvious distress, and him the man who'd taken her to dinner, which nobody finished eating!

Therefore, it is only her cowardly head that pokes into Hyde's doorway. She seeks him out on the massive bed. "I, um... I'm going to check in on your brother."

"But you'll come back...?" He looks hopeful. And sleepy.

Meanwhile Jekyll paces his room trying to walk off the boner, and talk himself out of jacking it. Do the godly thing.

She smiles, unable to help herself. He's back to looking harmless, not like a boy who'd fuck her silly.

"Yeah." Probably. Why wouldn't she?

A light knock precedes her. It's the fourth door she's knocked on, but being lost is no excuse to barge in.

"Yes? Come in..." Whoever it is, he assumes Poole.

But quite the opposite, "Oh-" he flushes, at least she's clothed now but he's seen a lot of her.... "How a-" he nearly asks how she is, but that seems inappropriate. "Hello!" His bangs are damp from splashing cold water on his face.

She chews on her lips and leaves the door open just a crack, not wishing to trap him or give the appearance of it. Paloma looks rather small against the doorframe.

"Hello," she echoes. "... Are you okay, Henry?" After seeing her get drilled by his interlopong son of a bitch brother. The memory of her wobbly tits must be fresh.

"Of course, I'm fine!" A little...worked up, sexually frustrated, but not upset or anything. Hyde is very good at getting what he wants, after all. And he did say he didn't mind if she messed around with him.

"Shall we have that tea now...?"

Yeah, who was it that boned Hyde before she got near him again? Hmm.

He seems flushed. Small wonder, but... she drifts over on unsteady feet, wincing at the treacherous ache. Hyde's efforts will stay with her for a couple of days. "Sure, but... are you really?" Paloma gestures to his lower half and finds his erection.

"Yes, I'm quite alright!" It's fine, it's fine don't look, pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

"Is Edward in a better mood now, will he join us?"

"Uh!"

In a better mood? Well, he busted a nut and wanted to nap, so he ought to be perked right up. Paloma hugs herself. "Yes and no. He's in bed."

Even that rolls naughtily off her tied tongue, with the images it brings. She blinks excessively. Jekyll is NOT alright, whatever he says. Dude is sporting a good-sized tent.

"Oh, well, at least it will be quiet then. I do want to spend more time with you." He gives a little smile and offers his hand, so they might go downstairs together where it's safe, being more public, and with something so innocent as tea time. That bulge will go down eventually on it's own!

He turns her heart over without even trying. It's violent, how it flips and flutters and muddles her thinking.

Paloma gently takes him by the hand, finding only writing calluses that mirror hers, and swipes her thumb across them in quiet enjoyment. "I'd love that more than anything else right now," she confesses. "... sit down?"

Sit? Here? But the tea is downstairs, there's snacks too, it would be a shame to let it go to waste... He gives her a confused look but goes to take a seat on the sofa that seems to mirror Hyde's in much the same way the brothers themselves do. More elegant, taken care of. "Shall we have it brought up here then?"

Paloma grapples with shyness and courage both. "We could..."

Carefully, so carefully and deliberately, she gets onto her knees between his feet. His hand isn't forfeit yet; with a shaky slowness she guides it over her heart. He can't hear, but he can feel it hammer.

This isn't helping his situation. "Is everything okay...?" If her heart is so wild! Maybe she's not feeling well!

Even so, part of him knows what's going on, as foretold by the lump he feels in his throat. "You don't need to do anything," he whispers, reluctant to admit he isn't entirely naive.

She smiles lopsidedly, as if he isn't making her heart do gymnastics.

"I know," she whispers back, "and I don't know how to seduce anyone, either. But..." Paloma leaves his hand over her heartbeat to stretch out and frame his face between her palms. She handles him like a baby bird until she's pulling lightly down, down to kiss her.

He'll gladly kiss her! Although the look on his face is truly pathetic. "You're very good at it, but you shouldn't - I shouldn't..." He chews his lip. "Rather, I don't?" Why is it a question? Because that's a lie, he does, but he needs to do a better job of not especially if it's going to be a real relationship!

It stings to think she could be the cause of that distress in him. She's no Edward. Pushing him into a physicality he's not vocally ready for isn't her.

"You know better than anyone else what you can do," Paloma says in faint tones. The kiss had felt electric, and being on her knees isn't so bad...

"I want to, that's the problem... You make it awfully tempting. But I don't want to be that sort of man!" Give her the wrong idea and think he's just after her for sex! Or that he's a slut like Edward said. Which is true but still.

She listens without judgment, if with a small amount of confusion. That sort?

"What sort of man, Henry?" Her thumb strokes the curve of his cheek. Her sort?

"Who...only wants one thing, and makes it meaningless..." Her sort, yeah........ But mostly Hyde's sort is what he means. And the sort he is too, with other people.

He pauses a moment before quietly admitting, "I've done that, I don't want you to see me that way."

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