moritat | there is always another au

"Oh! No, I'm just about to see my last patient and we're closing up. Did you need something? I'll be coming soon." He might not have a cord to twirl but he does lean on the desk a little too intently.

She glances sideways out the car window in a paranoid flash, in case passersby happen to look in a stranger's window. They might not catch her fingering herself on the phone or anything, but the smile just now felt a bit too foolish.

"Oh!" Repeating after him unthinkingly. Paloma slouches further down the seat. "About that...! Edward thought we should head home, as in yours, so we're leaving soon..."

Why would Edward think that? Three guesses.

"Oh, alright, then I'll just meet you at home? I'll phone over for dinner to be ready, if you like?" He smiles into the phone as he talks as if she can see, surely some nurse passing by must think he's awfully strange.

Hearing the smile in his voice could distract her from present responsibilities. As self-appointed mediator, Paloma has to find a tactful method of telling Jekyll that there might be a delay on dinner.

Then again, does there have to be? If Hyde goes straight from the car to inside and dinner, anything else can wait.

Definitely.

She strokes the phone as if it's his hand in hers. "Yeah. I mean, if it's no trouble and nobody will be inconvenienced. Yes."

"It should be perfectly fine," it's what a personal chef is paid to do after all!

Hyde lets himself into the car right about then, and hearing only her side of the conversation has to find out all the details by force, of course. "What's up?"

She jumps like a scared rabbit, clapping the car's door handle before she realizes the man letting himself in belongs there, actually.

A frazzled Paloma levels him a guilty look despite having done nothing out of the ordinary, cupping the mouthpiece so all Jekyl can hear is a muffled, "Your brother! Wait, have you really finished helping them move?" Her eyes narrow in quick recovery.

"Yeah there's not that much, just the drum kit really." Indeed just a few spots over the other two band members are getting in a van. "You've got Jekyll on? Tell him to hurry his ass up. Hey!" Time for getting in real close and shouting, "move it or lose it, you're gonna miss out, she wants to fuck!"

Jekyll practically squeaks, cupping a hand around his mouth and the phone, "I'm at work, Edward, quiet!" No one heard that right??

The blood surges up and pops off her head. Paloma's head is gone, it burst and all they're left with is a darkening grape.

"Oh my God." She would scream but can only summon a thin, despairing wheeze, and pillbug curls into the passenger door away from Hyde. "Stupid!! We're having dinner!"

More important than sex! Probably!!

"Oh yeah? Hey can Poole make that cake? He'll do it it you ask, don't say it's for me!" He doesn't care how much she tries to get away he's still going to lean over her, on her even.

"Only if he's not about to sleep!" He sighs and lowers his voice so hopefully only Paloma can hear, "Is he drunk? I hope you're driving..."

Horrified and yet gratified in a strange duality by his persistence, she accepts that he won't leave her alone with the call. He's trapped her elbow between them but her other is free, resting on the ripped seat. Her mouth turns so as to keep Hyde from being the loudest thing Jekyll hears.

"He smoked something and he smells," she confides to his put-together and rather sober half. "I'm absolutely driving!"

Her palm smooshes into his narrow nose.

Stinky boy grumbles. "I'm good to drive!"

"Sorry you have to deal with him, I'll be there as soon as I can." Poor Paloma..... Soon poor Jekyll being left alone with Hyde when she leaves!

Not poor Jekyll for very long if Hyde meant a word of his declaration to follow her into Mexico...!

Perhaps splitting his attention in half takes up just enough of his energies, and their arrangement is for the best. Paloma hopes so. Blushing madly still, she wiggles the trapped elbow into his side.

"We'll be on our way!" In a spurt of shy gladness she adds, "See you very soon."

Paloma continues to flush and avoid eye contact in silliness after hanging up.

Maybe poor Jekyll especially then, those brothers might complain about one another, but what would they do if they were actually apart for more than a day? Co-dependence is pretty hard to get over!!

At least Hyde's dressed himself properly again, so when he drapes himself on her he's not half naked. But his hands have been left free, so they naturally try to get some of her clothes off. Just a little titty for him to feel? Maybe some thigh?

Forget the clinic, go to Mexico. Hashtag codependency he's young and hip.

The glow of infatuation lasted a hot minute before she's given a choice: chop his squirrelly hands off or submit to stripping in a bustling parking lot?

"Edward, Jesus..." Her eyes rove around from window to window, from passing cars to the group of smokers collected at the pub's back entrance. And Paloma with her titties half out of her fluffy dress, obscured by Hyde's back, thank God. The door juts uncomfortably into her spine. Without exactly rebuffing or challenging him, she splays her fingers out across his stomach. "Can't you wait until after dinner? We'll be late?"

"I just wanted a taste..." Retracting those hands, he goes in for a kids instead, and repositions his arms around her, one hand finding her hair. "I can't help that you're so beautiful and soft!"

Paloma goes red but she also ponders that statement.

"You even sound high," she remarks too casually for a young lady with one of her boobs on the outside of her dress. The bra didn't leave, luckily. Either she wears lingerie every night or just goes for sheer lace whenever they have a dinner date. More dinner dates required for study.

Over his head, the smokers talk amongst themselves without noticing. Thank you God.

"Just a little bit and we'll go?"

"How's that any different from usual?" He just wants to touch her, is that so bad? "Nah we'll go I gotta shower so you don't think I stink." But he does linger on her bra, feeling the lace between his fingers.

He's the one who said a taste!! Which is what he and Jekyll have both been getting, it's true, thanks to their schedule conflicts. Veronica already gave her Steady Looks on the first day, when Paloma showed up at the hotel with red blemishes all over her neck. No way she hasn't noticed the uptick in scarf ensembles.

Her face warms, glowing. Never mind the stiff nipple that's just what happens. "You like it, though?" Cost pretty pennies.

"Yeah, it's nice - but I was thinking you look equally beautiful in anything and nothing. It's hard to decide." Mr smooth talk over here.

"I was kind of just jealous at first, and you were hot, obviously, but I really like you..." Mr high and forthcoming.

This is fairly odd behavior from what she understands of his norm, but then those other times he hasn't smoked Something and opened the gates. More odd is the juxtaposition of honesty and a tit in hand.

"U-umm." Her chin tucks to stare at him, blushing dark. Can't very well leave him hanging. "... I'm happy that Henry agreed to us trying this. I just felt bad at the start, but-- you're more than your dick."

Uh. "Know what I mean!"

"You sure?" He laughs, "I think that's all anyone needs me for." Maybe because that's about all that he makes himself available for.

"I mean, I am pretty proud of it." Haha what, he wasn't being Real and talking about his shortcomings and fears, that's ridiculous, he's awesome in every way! "Harry got his phd last year but I've always had one."

Paloma has only a second to catch on before he's off on another tangent, effectively dragging her into his proud dick joke. Perhaps later she'll pursue the hint he dropped.

She sucks in a disgusted breath. "That means he always had one, too!" One can guess what the 'p' and 'h' before 'd' stands for, even if she hadn't watched that joke on Friends. His draping between her legs is becoming less enticing.

"Don't ruin the joke with technicalities!" Just because they're identical twins??? "With the piercing I'd weigh more, that's gotta count for something right?" He might sound like it but he's not serious about that, he's not so insecure that he needs to have a heavier dick than his twin.

Now she laughs, even though it's more at than with him (a little of that too). As if there's room to make fun when he's gotten her breast out of its holster and the hem of her dress almost up to vag level.

"Ooh, so heavy! I could feel the difference." When they were in two of three holes, she means. Flushing at her own vulgarity, she kisses him swiftly.

"It's like two whole grams more!" A kiss sounds like a good distraction to him too. He doesn't need to point out that she surely can feel the difference with a pierced dick...

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