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.
She grins a little bit into his thigh, mouth curving enough to be felt. A far cry from the disaster he'd needed to chase into this room.
"Do you want to learn?" She could teach him. Wouldn't have to charge. And it's an activity that Edward can butt into without ruining the flow of things, or getting handsy with a pot bubbling on the stove or some such.
Yeah, it's not like he would interrupt an involved cooking project to interrupt them in the kitchen for blowjobs or doggy style dicking while Jekyll tries to chop carrots. For example.
Her nose itches and yet she can't bear to lift her head for a scratch. "It'll be my way of training you for the real deal. In Mexico." Thought after tentative, hopeful thought bubbles and lifts her heart.
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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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"Do you want to learn?" She could teach him. Wouldn't have to charge. And it's an activity that Edward can butt into without ruining the flow of things, or getting handsy with a pot bubbling on the stove or some such.
Optimism.
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And likewise that Hyde cant do much to ruin it.
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Her nose itches and yet she can't bear to lift her head for a scratch. "It'll be my way of training you for the real deal. In Mexico." Thought after tentative, hopeful thought bubbles and lifts her heart.