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[cagedinflesh]

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[cagedinflesh]

He presses his lips together with an angry blush. "Yeah, whatever... It looks fucking stupid." Maybe it's fine for Jekyll, but he's way too cool for nerdy glasses.

But it lowers his guard.

[gehennawind]

She grins, tries stopping, and grimaces instead. Her hand extends to brush the backs of her knuckles along his blushing skin.

"Punks look how they want to look, though." Don't they? In any event. Paloma is in his lap before he knows what's happening.

[cagedinflesh]

"Yeah, and I don't want to look like Jekyll any more than I have to." He pouts, but he sure doesn't mind her being in his lap.

[gehennawind]

So far so good. Keep it up, girl, get him away from the wheel and gas pedal.

Situated here, she rearranges her scrunched-up dress to a semblance of modesty. Her stinging throat registers. "Crap, need another scarf." His fault. All of it! She frowns. "Edward? Could you grab the one I brought? I think I left it in there, and..."

And it's a ruse.

[cagedinflesh]

Good thing he's such a nice guy! "In the greenroom? Sure." Good thing he's high on weed and sex. He gets out, taking the opportunity to light up a cigarette and realises what he's doing all too late--

"Hang on a fucking minute!"

[gehennawind]

BAM. The door closes in his face and locks immediately. Paloma releases the breath she was holding and relaxes into the seat, glad to sit normally and in comfort. Guy bruised her vag.

"Sorry!" she yells, unlocking the passengers side and gesturing to show him. "Forgot to bring one!"

[cagedinflesh]

"Fuck off," just for that she gets a smokey kiss once he's got back in and opened the window to let his arm dangle out with the cigarette. "I can drive you know, I'm fine!"

[gehennawind]

He can’t be mad if he kisses her for it. She takes the invite in stride but wrinkles her nose at the fresh flavor of cigarette smoke; without missing a beat she lowers the window on her side.

“Pass me for a sec?” Maintaining casual disaffection while plotting against him. Can he say no to sharing a cigarette?

[cagedinflesh]

Isn't she always complaining about him smelling or tasting like smoke? Oh well, if she wants a drag he's not going to tell her to go get her own, so of course he passes it. It's kinda hot to share it. "Yeah, go ahead. Don't tell Jekyll."

[gehennawind]

It would be kind of hot to share one if she planned on putting it between her lips. She accepts it.

“Promise I won’t tell,” Paloma swears solemnly, tickled that he’a asking her to hide a bad habit from his brother. A gentle smile for him, and then she flings the cig out onto the lot.

[cagedinflesh]

"Hey--!" He leans over her to try to grab it back the moment he sees what's happening, but too late. "What the fuck!"

[gehennawind]

While he’s moving she finangles the keys into her palm and the ignition, exultant in her post-sex euphoric bravery. Paloma feels completely invulnerable which, hey, maybe not the best state to drive in...

“Not with company!” she admonishes as the engine purrs. “Think about cake! Focus?”

[cagedinflesh]

Yeah, who's the I toxicated one now huh???

"The cake's for you," he pouts. But there's nothing stopping him from lighting another, and that's exactly what he does.

[gehennawind]

“Oh!”

He just lit another. Dammit, it was worth the attempt. She only tries a half-hearted swipe without expecting results. Her eyes cast over him.

Paloma frowns and guiltily dabs the corners of her smudged mouth. “Well— hey, seatbelt!”

[cagedinflesh]

"You're the one who just started driving without giving me a chance to!" But now he's just not gonna. He'll sit there, no seatbelt, no shirt, cigarette in hand, feet on the cash, not giving a fuck.

[gehennawind]

Her head turns rapidly twice to be certain of his audacity. The law-abiding citizen in her panics.

“Edward! Please!” They haven’t left the lot and nobody’s trying to get out behind them, so the car stops— slowly, to keep him from pitching. She lays a soft hand over his bicep, rubbing small circles she hopes will coax him. Her doe eyes light on Hyde full blast. “I really couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt.”

[cagedinflesh]

"I'm fine! Unless you're planning to ram us through a storefront, I'm not gonna die." He grumbles, rolling his eyes at her.

[gehennawind]

Alright, post-coital Edward is still belligerent. Doe eyes not working as intended. Round two.

Eyeroll or no, they’re alone and she won’t give up so easily when they don’t have other drivers waiting. Her caresses wander up to the hair at his nape and toy with the careless strands. “I’m careful, but I don’t know London. Please put on your seatbelt...?”

[cagedinflesh]

"It's not even far, just put on the GPS." But he does lean back into her hand. He's always up for petting. "I'll just lie down in your lap, your tits will save me."

[gehennawind]

That startles her into laughing, incredulous but unable to take offense after their exhibitionist rut. Her cheeks warm and her touch withdraws.

Both hands on the wheel. “You can do that when we get there if you put it on.” And whatever else needs doing to her tits. She avoids peeking to gauge his willingness.

[cagedinflesh]

"Hmmm...." He takes a long drag off his cigarette before finally buckling in. "Fine." And the seat goes down, until he's lying down with only his feet visible on the cash.

[gehennawind]

Is it impressive that she goes the whole drive without smacking his knee? How about that she sits in their mingled fluid with an aching vag the entire time?

They can’t pull up around the side of the estate soon enough, ducking the front driveway for reasons soon apparent. Paloma kills the engine while massaging her neck, mauled with angry purple hickeys. “Oh, God, they’re gonna know... how can I keep them from catching me before I shower?” Her eyes plead mercy. “Does Henry have scarves? Turtlenecks?”

[cagedinflesh]

"Are you kidding? He's got dickies, does you grandma even wear those?" He sits up, kicking off the dashboard to propel himself. "You want me to go get you something to cover up?"

[gehennawind]

She has the good sense to recoil, struck by the picture of Jekyll sporting dickies. Paloma looks at him aghast.

“Jesus...” Hardly wanting to judge him for his endearing lack of fashion sense, she recovers, gazing gratefully at his shameless indecency. “Oh, please. If this gets back to Veronica somehow....”

There goes her job.

[cagedinflesh]

"Would she really be that pissed about what you do on your own time? It's not hurting anyone, and it's not illegal." He frowns, but leans over to kiss her as he opens the door.