He scoots in when the door opens, placing a hand on her back. "It wasn't exactly my intention, no, but nor did I think to myself 'I certainly hope this doesn't happen'. I only wanted to spend time with you, which I've had even more of than I'd hoped, which is very nice."
Carefully shutting it behind him, Paloma holds back another blubbering at his rather excessive kindness. Just because he's letting her off the hook doesn't mean she should follow suit.
"I wanted to-," she starts, biting her lip harshly and weathering a fresh heat in her eyes. Her fingers brush the tears away impatiently, angry at their persistence. She sniffs and clears her throat. "Have I spent time with you, though? It feels like it's all gone to Edward."
"He needs a little more attention than I do." True enough that he has to laugh a bit at that observation. "But yes, you have. Didn't we spend all night together? I've really been enjoying it."
His laughter wins him a sad little giggle, albeit wet.
Paloma rethinks the evening, skipping the racy bits. He's not completely off the mark, but...
"I also enjoy you a-and learning more," she says in desolate earnestness. Her hands tug at each other. "What you work toward, why you helped me and Veronica. What makes you laugh. What moves you. But I haven't shown you, have I?"
"You don't think so? I do, you've been enthusiastic and attentive." Even when learning things no one should. Be looks down at her hands, and finally cups them between his own.
They're shaking until they can't anymore because he's captured them, caught her. Her cheeks feel at once cold and ablaze.
"I was so sure I'd destroyed your image of me." Whatever it was, it couldn't have been of this wanton girl or her emotional fragility. She swallows past a hiccup. "I mean... I woke up and he was already...?" Don't make her say that his brother was eating her awake. "I could've put my foot down. Obviously."
"No, I certainly understand! Do you think I'm in any position to judge?" He should be the one apologising for being a shameful slut. At least what she's doing isn't morally reprehensible and illegal.
At the reminder of their incestuous proclivities-- she'd somehow forgotten-- Paloma shuts up and instinctively tries to tug on her fingers again, stopped by his gentle hold.
"Mm," she acknowledges, mulberry-faced and avoiding his eyes. At the very least the tears have dried out. "Just... when I'm home, I-I want you to have something to remember me for that isn't doing Edward while you're trying to sleep."
"I have plenty to remember you for, and I intend to keep it more than only memory, of you wouldn't mind a visit..." Although it is true he would prefer not accidentally listening in on them.
Paloma sees Jekyll in her mind's eye, lost in the middle of Mexico City with a sweater vest and practically oozing pesos. It makes her want to protect him, to keep him indoors and well-fed in the meanwhile.
She cracks a smile. "If you wouldn't mind the mosquitoes." He's very pink. Her head bows. "Yes, I'd love to see you there more than anything I can think of right now." So... here's to hoping he won't lose interest.
Oh she earns a very pretty laugh. "Ah maybe I can make a 'Hyde' repellant! Although I'm not sure if it would be a chemical component or something on a wavelength only certain animals can hear." Actually it's amazing he hasn't blown out his eardrums with all that loud music.
She forgets the distress more easily than Paloma would've thought possible under the circumstances. Although it's temporary, and the dampness on her cheeks is drying, she grins at their shared silliness.
"Could I borrow the whistle, if you make one? Be handy..." If he wakes her up with head again she'll just blow.
A squirt bottle! Kept by the bedside table in case of emergencies. He wins a more lasting smile, and the press of her forehead against his chest in instinctive comfort.
Therefore he feels the sudden slight twitch at Edward's voice, speaking of the pest. "O-oh. That didn't take long, huh?"
At least they have a moment of his hand on her head, a breath of intimacy before danger comes tumbling in. "Not at all..." And it's plain to see the reason is that he hasn't relieved himself, the two of them being more or less eye level.
"Are you ever coming back, or am I literally being left with my cock in my hand?"
Her face burns up at the erect reminder of the state she'd left Edward in, apologizing on her way out as if that will deflate his dick. It leaves an admittedly impressive tent in his undies.
"Um," Paloma manages. She struggles to think of a solution without more sex, given the changed mood. "I thought, uh, that might go down and we could go back to sleep........."
Guilt plagues her but is swamped by relief. Nobody has to suck anyone off. More importantly, nobody has to see how simple it'd be to persuade her otherwise.
"I do feel bad," she confesses to Jekyll's pajama pants. "Leaving him like that?"
"A little..." But that doesn't mean they need to give in to him! He needs to learn to behave! "But he can't just be an animal all the time, maybe he's finally learning a bit of restraint? It's a good sign."
Paloma nods as emphatically as it takes to be convincing.
"Right, he's not a dog, he knows better!" She hopes he does. Henry would know better what his brother tends to. She collapses into his lap, cheek to thigh and sighing. "I, to be honest... I'm not tired anymore. You?"
Well, he knows better, that doesnt mean he pays attention to that knowledge.
Jekyll strokes her hair, shaking his head a little. "Not particularly, no. Would you like tea or coffee at all? Something to eat?" He wouldnt wanr to wake servants but he could try to make something.
That's lovely. Really nice. Her breathing softens, soothed by the touch of his hand. "You don't have to make me anything, Henry. What about the movie we didn't go to see? Me, you, lying down with un vídeo?"
As an afterthought she adds, "Um, Edward can come too."
His fingers brush against her scalp and through her hair, just as much of a comfort to him as to Paloma.
"That sounds lovely." Maybe especially so without Edward intruding, but..... "But if you need anything! I don't really know how to cook but I could at least prepare drinks and fruit or some such..." Sorry he's a useless rich bitch.
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"I wanted to-," she starts, biting her lip harshly and weathering a fresh heat in her eyes. Her fingers brush the tears away impatiently, angry at their persistence. She sniffs and clears her throat. "Have I spent time with you, though? It feels like it's all gone to Edward."
And that can't be right.
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Paloma rethinks the evening, skipping the racy bits. He's not completely off the mark, but...
"I also enjoy you a-and learning more," she says in desolate earnestness. Her hands tug at each other. "What you work toward, why you helped me and Veronica. What makes you laugh. What moves you. But I haven't shown you, have I?"
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"I was so sure I'd destroyed your image of me." Whatever it was, it couldn't have been of this wanton girl or her emotional fragility. She swallows past a hiccup. "I mean... I woke up and he was already...?" Don't make her say that his brother was eating her awake. "I could've put my foot down. Obviously."
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"Mm," she acknowledges, mulberry-faced and avoiding his eyes. At the very least the tears have dried out. "Just... when I'm home, I-I want you to have something to remember me for that isn't doing Edward while you're trying to sleep."
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She cracks a smile. "If you wouldn't mind the mosquitoes." He's very pink. Her head bows. "Yes, I'd love to see you there more than anything I can think of right now." So... here's to hoping he won't lose interest.
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"No, bug repellant works on them." Paloma stares down into her lap and fusses with the hem of Hyde's shirt, hoping for a laugh from him as well.
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She forgets the distress more easily than Paloma would've thought possible under the circumstances. Although it's temporary, and the dampness on her cheeks is drying, she grins at their shared silliness.
"Could I borrow the whistle, if you make one? Be handy..." If he wakes her up with head again she'll just blow.
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"I'll be sure to make two. In the meantime, maybe a squirt bottle?" Hiss at him like he's being a bad tomcat?
But speak of the devil, he clambors down the hall making too much noise, calling out for them. At least he's pulled up his underpants.
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Therefore he feels the sudden slight twitch at Edward's voice, speaking of the pest. "O-oh. That didn't take long, huh?"
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"Are you ever coming back, or am I literally being left with my cock in my hand?"
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"Um," Paloma manages. She struggles to think of a solution without more sex, given the changed mood. "I thought, uh, that might go down and we could go back to sleep........."
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He jerks, "No, Edward." It's met with an eyeroll from the younger brother.
"Whatever..." What a bunch of partypoopers. He turns around, ruffling his hair as he walks away to go wank in the washroom.
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"I do feel bad," she confesses to Jekyll's pajama pants. "Leaving him like that?"
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"Right, he's not a dog, he knows better!" She hopes he does. Henry would know better what his brother tends to. She collapses into his lap, cheek to thigh and sighing. "I, to be honest... I'm not tired anymore. You?"
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Jekyll strokes her hair, shaking his head a little. "Not particularly, no. Would you like tea or coffee at all? Something to eat?" He wouldnt wanr to wake servants but he could try to make something.
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That's lovely. Really nice. Her breathing softens, soothed by the touch of his hand. "You don't have to make me anything, Henry. What about the movie we didn't go to see? Me, you, lying down with un vídeo?"
As an afterthought she adds, "Um, Edward can come too."
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"That sounds lovely." Maybe especially so without Edward intruding, but..... "But if you need anything! I don't really know how to cook but I could at least prepare drinks and fruit or some such..." Sorry he's a useless rich bitch.
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