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She winces, belying the thrill from that briefest of hurt. At least she quits tilting sideways, draping over Hyde's arm like a voluptuous fur coat.

"He's not and he did," she points out irritably. "Last night." Her frustrated squint could crack open the reclining station in this fancy pants shower, centimeters from her nose. Paloma wiggles around to practice glaring into Hyde's smug face.

"Oh, that's right. Almost forgot." That grin only grows, especially in coming closer to Paloma's face. But he doesn't try anything, only tapping their noses together.

Meanwhile Jekyll takes the opportunity to stand and face rhe corner while rinsing his hair, hide that chub.

Bull crap he almost forgot.

Every smart comeback filters out of her silly head, a stuttering fuzz taking its place. He's cleanly cut through her guard with just one tap of the nose and she shuts up, attempting to recoup. Not so easy when his eyes have caught her up in them, the only constant as she blinks away streams of warm water.

A last ditch thrown hand encircles Henry by the ankle, pricking nails and all. If he doesn't swoop in then they're going to get real fucky real fast.

"Is everything alright? Let me know if I need to beat him off for you?"

"Any time, I won't say no!"

"--That's not what I mean and you know it!"

Something is about to burst out of her mouth, some pressure about to blow the lid off her put-on denial. Paloma closes her eyes and breathes in...

"I did--!"

Her voice cracks off at the end into a squeak, throat working to recover. She turns her nose from Hyde to prevent further distraction via nose. "I, I um, left you in the lurch. Yesterday," she jumps to clarify. "Before Edward ran in."

"Oh, that's fine!" Really, don't mention it??? "Edward could learn to take that once in a while..." He offers a little smile for it while Edward rolls his eyes.

He's gonna make her work for this one.

The Gone With the Wind-esque pose she's struck with Hyde (except drenched and on the floor) can't help her persuasiveness. She very obviously will have an ulterior motive from the moment he turns and sees them. "Yes, but I'm doing it to you again. Right now."

Right now or never. "And... it doesn't have to be that way...."

"No you're not, it's fine, really!" He immediately closes in on himself to hide his shame. "You don't need to worry about things like that." Wasnt he supposed to be here to keep things clean??

That's an apparent no if she's ever heard one. Paloma acts as someone should if no consent is given and withdraws, curling inward physically as well as away from the propositioning.

"Right!" Her brightness couldn't possibly be real. "Sorry, you're right! Edward, lemme up?" She pats his cheek just like a puppy, navel-gazing.

Somehow he feels like he was rude? Should he have said something else, did he make it sound like he doesn't think she's attractive? "Not- not that I don't want to, you know?"

Hude meanwhile shows off his strength by not paying attention to her wishes and lifting her up with him when he stands.

Oh, Paloma knows he's attracted to her. He made that vividly clear the night in the hotel. With the truffles. She's just feeling like this threesome scenario is gonna take a miracle to happen and she's not much of a miracle worker.

She gets halfway through "Yeah, absolutely" and then she's airborne. What erupts from her mouth is more a shrill cackle of fear.

"I'm-fine-I'll-use-my-feet-THANKS," she rambles in a panic, aware of his penchant for devious ploys. Her palms lightly but persistently smack his arms.

Hyde cackles in return, although it's of a much different quality. Henry, having enough of his twin being a shit, takes the shower head and sets it to a harder spray before turning it on Hyde's face. "Let her down, Edward."

To her dismay, Paloma is close enough to the target that he may as well have put her in the splash zone.

She doesn't scream. "Christ!" She does grab onto Hyde's shoulders with all her might in the event that he drops her. Her feet thud and rattle the glass in their kicking. "Gently, though, please!"

He sputters, bending over to let her down, gently as she says. "Fine, fine!!" But really the reason he's complied is to go over to Jekyll and wrench the showerhead from him for the express purpose of tuening it on him instead. Particularly up his nose. Coughing, Jekyll tries to block his face and whines, all too pathetic.

"Knock it off...!"

A clever girl would leave them to it. They're all clean--

--she's used the shampoo on herself but no conditioner, and behind the fighting brothers is the bottle. Paloma chews her lip, thinks about it... decides to take that chance and defuse the tussling at the same time.

"Okay, okay," she inserts herself between Jekyll and Hyde and hopes for the best. A flailing hand blocks the shower stream. "Vengeance is yours, I need that bottle!"

Jekyll is glad to let her, but Hyde thinks they're not done with the showerhead. He lowers it, turns it in Paloma's direction, and goes for the cooch.

Paloma is the first human with the ability to spontaneously levitate.

What springs up must tumble down. Bending with her hands between her legs defensively shoves her butt out against Hyde's pelvis and shoves her face into Jekyll's abdomen, smothering her high screech. She is not gentle.

Jekyll jumps when she falls into him, a little confused about what's even happening until he finally sees where the showers been pointed. "Edward."

But blocking herself and Jekyll's badgering just means he switches target, got that ass wide open now after all........

Yeah, honestly. "EDWARD!"

The blast of (hot, admittedly, it could be cold) water to her puckered starfish wins Hyde a throaty scream. It's indignant, it's shocked-- it ain't happy, he can tell that much. Paloma pivots quick as a wink and flattens her ass into Jekyll where it's safe from sudden streams. Right there on his dick.

She's furious. "You're on thin freaking ice, jerk!"

Jekyll holds tight aeound her despite the ass on his dick (it doesn't help his situation), glaring at his brother. "Christ Edward, grow up!"

Edward's good enough to drop it, but all this shouting at him just makes him want to get his way all the more. Convenient that Paloma's pressed up against Jekyll and therefore it's easy to go in for a kiss.

"MmmmMMMHH," she hollers.

Son of a bitch really and truly goes for a full-on makeout like, two seconds after getting her worked up into an honest shitfit. Provocative, just not in the sense he'd probably like. Paloma pounds on his chest with balled fists, biting down on his tongue unthinking of whether he has a fetish for that, too.

Jekyll's erection continues to be rubbed and ground against.

"UuuUMmmm...!" Poor boy doesn't know what to do.

Hyde yelps, but he immediately starts grinning, "Thanks, but that's more Harry's thing."

Irate, irritated young ladies have no spare moments to take stock of what dicks they're all up on. Jekyll just has to cope with being cradled by her ass cheeks, same as Hyde was.

"Oh, please, like you weren't all teeth last night!" Mortification darkens her face but brightens her eyes. She covers her own nipples-- and gives one of his a harsh twist.

Ddddooon't think about it Jekyll.

"Ah--" he moans long and low, pressing his hips into hers. "I mean, I'm into it, but I'd rather be on the giving end."

Paloma, who has never counted herself a violent person or prone to extended fits, is already simmering down and regretting the outburst. This moment of wavering stubbornness brings clarity of what's going on in all corners.

She latches onto Hyde by the waist, too limp-wristed for actual shoving. The keen awareness of double duty hard dick to her back and front keep her perfectly still. (Not possible with wet skin. Slippery.)

"Henry already said he doesn't want to do this," she tries shakily.

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