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[cagedinflesh]

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[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.

[gehennawind]

Her eyes are closed as he moves away. She truly enjoys the feeling of him, and responds to the sense of something raw behind his defense.

It’s like he’s defending what he , and she, have as much as what they do together. Paloma wants to defend it to everyone else, too. “She’d think I’m playing her patron and jeopardizing...”

[cagedinflesh]

He grunts in reply, but that bit of vulnerability shows through in the lingering of his fingers in the back of her hand. Until he finally pulls away entirely, taking his shirt with him to pull in as he heads in.

He's back after a few minutes with a knitted sweater, very cozy and large. The kind you curl up on the couch in.

[gehennawind]

Her everything lights up upon his return with something not just protective but cozy and— dare she say it— cute when she’s drowning in knit sweater. A sigh she’s held onto for the past three minutes escapes her long and heavily.

“I could kiss you!” And Paloma stops adjusting the material over her tits long enough to peek under her lashes.

[cagedinflesh]

"Only could?" He bends down, clearly expecting something!!

When he leads her to the back door, it leads into a vast kitchen space, room enough for at least a dozen servants to bustle around without bumping into one another. It's been modernised, but otherwise clearly the basis for period films. The hall it leads them into branches off into servants quarters and up a flight of stairs and through a set of double doors is finally the house as she knows it, placing them by the front foyer. There in the entrance stands Jekyll still in a lab coat, setting his filecase on a side table.

[gehennawind]

Paloma hides halfway behind Hyde by way of slowing her pace, hovering without fully committing to cringing. She stares bug-eyed at Jekyll, his case, and then her feet.

“Everyone’s here,” she says in a too-high pitch. His shower is upstairs. There’s cold semen soaked into the lace of her brand new panties. Can she tug the collar higher? She does.

[cagedinflesh]

"Oh- perfect timing!" There's that pretty smile. He has a keycard to take off and set with his case before stepping toward her for a small kiss on the cheek.

"She's making me shower, guessing she probably wants one too since I stunk up the place, right?" At least Hyde tries to give her an out for showering!

[gehennawind]

Jekyll shocks her with the chasteness of his kiss, after all she and Hyde did just a short while ago. Her responsive smile is helpless, unmanageable.

She’d forgotten the lipstick smeared everywhere over his lips and chin until his handy excuse makes her glance. Inhaling sharply, Paloma chokes.

“Yes! I-I would appreciate a quick one! Quick shower!”