"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!"
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."
"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."
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.
Oh he knows, and grins for it, very proud of himself. "Little stressed?" He laughs. "At least it's smooth sailing from here!"
He swings himself off the couch, and leans down to kiss her, before going off to the kitchen. Not a moment later, both are coming back with much different offerings. Some baileys in black tea should go nicely though.
Paloma must thank them for fetching like good boys. Careful to avoid Hyde's mouth, she expresses her gratitude with a tip-toe kiss to each man's jaw. (They would have to lean down for a normal peck on the cheek.)
"Henry! Do you ever spike your tea...? For nerves." She has decency enough to look embarrassed, thumb-twiddling before them.
Jekyll especially appreciates the kiss. He's still having a bit of a hard time, that doesn't just go away immediately... But something nice and chaste and sweet is good!
"Me?" He laughs, him, the shy one who has to pretend he's terribly outgoing all the time? "Don't tell anyone..."
He will certainly have some tea, but first he'll add even more booze in it. "Why should I do that? Bugging him's like my second favourite thing ever." The first being sex.
Meanwhile Jekyll is plenty happy with the amount of alcohol in his tea, just enough to calm the nerves a little, help him pretend like they didn't tell her an awful secret. He gives Paloma a smile, "Thank you. I apologise for my rude brother." Hyde scowls, but doesn't actually do anything about it.
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"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!"
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"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.
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"What, me? Never."
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But their hands are a comfortable fit. "Consider me shocked," she says drily. "Please let me adjust before you tell me any other secrets?"
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But he's returned to his cuddly state and tries to feed her a biscuit.
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Chewing and swallowing and not taking her eyes off of him, she licks a crumb off her lip. "Hmm."
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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.
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"Yeah? Makes two of us. Much more of... earlier and I'd have to explain to my boss why I'm walking strangely."
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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."
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"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."
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"Did I say nice? I umm, I thought it was fantastic. Filthy." She inhales bracingly. "And a shower sounds... nice."
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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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He swings himself off the couch, and leans down to kiss her, before going off to the kitchen. Not a moment later, both are coming back with much different offerings. Some baileys in black tea should go nicely though.
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"Henry! Do you ever spike your tea...? For nerves." She has decency enough to look embarrassed, thumb-twiddling before them.
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"Me?" He laughs, him, the shy one who has to pretend he's terribly outgoing all the time? "Don't tell anyone..."
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"Me?" A play on his own phrasing, coyly offered. "I'm not like Loose Lips over here."
Who could she possibly refer to!
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Hyde just shrugs, "It'll always get out eventually. But that's not all that's loose." He's a loose slut. And so is Jekyll.
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"Excuse me?" Did he just cast aspersions on the youthful tightness of her vag?
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Blowing on the tea, "Oh. Give him a break, Edward." He's tormented the boy plenty tonight and Jekyll doing nothing to deserve it. "Have a drink."
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Meanwhile Jekyll is plenty happy with the amount of alcohol in his tea, just enough to calm the nerves a little, help him pretend like they didn't tell her an awful secret. He gives Paloma a smile, "Thank you. I apologise for my rude brother." Hyde scowls, but doesn't actually do anything about it.
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