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The framing helps her accept it for what it is.

"Like a habit," she says, holding onto Hyde's wrist to prevent his getting into her panties again. Paloma lifts a hand to the curve of Jekyll's cheek. "Oh... okay, then."

"More or less, yes - and it's...not so far from masturbation?" Right? They look the same...

"Something like that, sure." Hyde can at least concede something to Jekyll even ifhe doesn't agree. Give the guy a break. Although he's a little sad she's so accepting.

Funny what you can cope with when you're a bleeding heart and also desperately want to screw and get screwed.

She spares Hyde a scowl. "You could have waited to tell me!"

"What's the difference?" He shrugs, it doesn't matter to him, it's not that he's even bothered to tell, it just came out because he sucked Jekyll's dick.

"It's obscene, Edward! She should be running and reporting us to the police, it's technically illegal, you can't just go tell someone that!" Which is what he's really concerned with.

"Hold on, if you're both consenting--!"

They're getting off track. Paloma breathes in and out to compose herself, dropping her hand and taking his. Someone needs a shoulder and it isn't Hyde.

"It's not something you drop on a girl on the first date. Anyone thirsty?" Tea. Distraction. No further intercourse.

Jekyll might be a little dubcon sometimes... But it's cool it's fine! "I should very much enjoy a cup of tea." The mood still hasn't killed his boner but he will accept the blue balls. It's better than carrying on like this.

"Would it make it any different if it was later?" Hyde really can't care. "Not like we can have a kid so whatever, it's just inconsequential taboo. Some people would be more offended that it's gay." But as he shrugs he gets up to offer Paloma a hand.

Plus her vag is achey. More fun would really mess it up.

Very gentlemanly of him to help her up. She'll take it, even if it plants her against his front and brings back the memories of them fucking. She turns her reddening cheek. "That's not me."

"You're just the opposite, right...?" He knows a filthy bisexual when he sees one. Especially when he holds one in his arms like he does now.

His brother doesn't though, so it's news to him!

Bisexual? Oh, yes. Filthy? Doubly.

Paloma nods, not yet shoving off in a conscious decision to leave herself in temptation's way. Blame it on her perfume teasing faintly in his smell. "You two are an exception to the women I've... met up with before."

"Oh yeah? You guys are cute, Harry's mostly brought men home. or rather to our dorm back at school." Fine, but he grabs Paloma's hand.

"Sh-shut up, Edward, it was a boys' school, there weren't any girls around anyway!" Oh, wait, "and that makes it sound like far more instances than are truthful!"

Holding hands is fine. Her blush darkens, but her slender fingers tangle with his heavily callused ones and it's better. He's not forgiven, though!!

"I don't think either of us are judging you for bringing other men to your dorm," she points out. Paloma offers up her hand to Jekyll as well.

"even so! He's trying to twist things to paint a shocking picture." It's his turn to pout a little, but he does take her hand right away.

"What, me? Never."

The tension is in the process of draining from the room, helped along by the ribbing and maybe Paloma anchoring the two of them to a mediator. Could be thinking too highly of her influence, honestly.

But their hands are a comfortable fit. "Consider me shocked," she says drily. "Please let me adjust before you tell me any other secrets?"

"I doubt anything could be worse than that..." Really, it's true, what could they tell her that's worse or more shocking? "I'll make a fresh pot of tea." It gives him an excuse to escape and breathe. But leaves Paloma alone with Hyde.

But he's returned to his cuddly state and tries to feed her a biscuit.

Paloma watches him warily, wised up to how fast this harmlessness can turn on a dime. She suspects that Poole's presence downstairs wouldn't stop him from playing tricks, either. Her mouth opens for the cookie anyway.

Chewing and swallowing and not taking her eyes off of him, she licks a crumb off her lip. "Hmm."

"Hm?" He drapes himself across her lap, taking up her hand to kiss her knuckles. "I like you, you're fun." Both when she lets him get away with shit, and when she's giving him hell. He acts up because he wants to be scolded, really.

Fun in the sack, fun to antagonize, what's he mean? How fun and what fun? Endless questions for a squirmy lamprey of a mischief-maker.

He's not wholly wrong. She allows him to lay his lips on her knuckles for the novelty and pleasure of such treatment. "How's your neck?" she asks very casually, souring it with a note of sincere worry. Paloma can't help toying with his messy hair again.

He settles into the playing with his hair quite nicely, he loves it. "Sore!" But he laughs, like it's all in good fun, grinning up at her. "You can do it again." He doesn't mind some roughhouse.

The invitation to admonish him enflames her cheeks, now well used to burning around Hyde. Paloma glances after the hall for an excuse to look elsewhere, busy threading over his scalp.

"Yeah? Makes two of us. Much more of... earlier and I'd have to explain to my boss why I'm walking strangely."

"What's so wrong with that? You can just tell her you had a good night." His voice sounds smug, but the way he looks at her is questioning, making sure she is having a good night, especially in regard to the sex.

He missed the boss part or just doesn't care about the difference. Liable to be the latter.

He successfully gets her to look into his eyes, as beautiful and open as those of his twin. Her lips twitch. "It was nice," she concedes, downplaying how fantastic the sex was. "It wasn't bad."

Absolutely the latter.

"Just not bad...?" She seemed to be more into it than that, but maybe he's wrong... "I loved it. We should've showered together after though, that would've been better."

Paloma had thought he'd see clean through her bluff, but he seems a little wounded. Guilt pricks her conscience.

"Did I say nice? I umm, I thought it was fantastic. Filthy." She inhales bracingly. "And a shower sounds... nice."

Of course, a shower with him would mean more sex, probably... "Do you want tea, or something stronger?" Because he can go get her some booze if she'd rather. Maybe booze in her tea.

Fooling around in the shower is much cleaner. More privacy, more comfort... more.

Paloma scrutinizes him nonetheless. "Won't lie, a bit of liquor in the tea would help with everything. So many ups and downs tonight, you know?" She flicks his ear, letting him know he's responsible.

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