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[cagedinflesh]

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[gehennawind]

The softest of touches lighting on his spine is a gentle hand that smooths up to his shoulder, reverent in a way. Paloma is braver in the face of his shyness.

“Not bad, just what you like.” Her forehead bumps his back.

[cagedinflesh]

"Bad to him, I mean!" He smiles a little, and in doing so betrays his blushing by turning to her. Moments ago the same face was unapologetically lewd, and now here it is unable to look her in the eye just because they're innocently nude. He still hasn't even touched his pants.

[gehennawind]

As time marches on without Jekyll pointing out the marks—whether or not he’s noticed— she feels safer and less anxious about what they’ve done. The difference in his and her degrees of nakedness does strike her as odd.

Paloma must be rather red, too. At least mulberry. “I... see you in there?” Ha... Ha.

[cagedinflesh]

"I'll just get some towels!" Another good way to draw out the need to undress. He runs away to get a pair (or maybe grow a pair), but it only gives him another minute before he can't find any other reason to put it off and has to undress like the slut he is.

He steps in, meek as ever, trying not to look at her tits.

[gehennawind]

Steaming hot water cures her of aches she hadn’t even been aware of, ones aside from what Hyde can take responsibility for. When Jekyll rediscovers his spine al that she’s doing is standing mutely, eyes shut and face upturned to the falling water.

With any luck, the steam will muddle all evidence of extracurricular activity! It is terribly hard to relinquish all attached guilt, despite the consent of involved parties. She dares to smile through a curtain of curly black hair.

“Could I just live in your bath?”

[cagedinflesh]

"If it means you could stay longer, then sure, why not!" At least it's a good way to bring him out of his shell, in fact it makes him want to kiss her badly enough that he does without hesitation. Big steps to progess.

[gehennawind]

He makes her heart quiver and seize. Really and truly, his sweetness more than compensates for the nervous shame that’s bubbled beneath the surface since arriving at his estate.

Paloma tilts up and into Jekyll to receive and give unto him as he gives unto her. She’s so, so careful to let them do this without expectation of anything further. “... You don’t know what I’d do for that.”

[cagedinflesh]

"If you have time off, will you visit...?" His hands reach for hers, because the other option is her waist and that's risky. He's gotta leave room for Jesus.

[gehennawind]

Well. Other than her nipples brushing his abdomen, room for Christ.

They aren’t saving much in the way of water by not-embracing while his shower showers on. Paloma forgets to care, gazing like a star-crossed idiot into his eyes. Theirs are such a lovely green...

“Any time I can.” Her pride won’t let her say a word about money.

[cagedinflesh]

Of course he'd pay for it???? "I'm glad... Are you going to stay the night?" A very hopeful note to his voice.

Maybe he'll just lead then to sit on the bench and offer shampoo and soap. That's technically the purpose of a shower.

[gehennawind]

The quick worried uptick to her eyebrows speaks to her kneejerk reply, that she can’t stay long and Veronica won’t wait for a dazzled intern. He distracts her long enough to give the idea another think.

“Umm...” Closing her eyes to prevent shampoo burn, her hands get busy. The bench is warm from the water. “I have to be back by one in the morning, but....”

Smart men should be able to conjure bright ideas.

[cagedinflesh]

Oh, that's sooner than he expected. "Then I'll, I can take you to the airport?" A weenie sounds awfully down, but trying to make the best of it. He scooches a little closer to make up for it.

[gehennawind]

His sad state of affairs lends her justification for acting just as pathetically, the same level of low-key-actually-desperate.

As soon as the water runs the last bit of suds from her hair she’s burying herself into his side, huddled and yet minding her hands to her own lap. “Swing by the hotel for my luggage and you can take me anywhere, Henry.”

[cagedinflesh]

"I will!" Jesus doesn't need room when it's their sides, if genitals aren't touching it's fine, maybe, so he puts an arm around her shoulders. There's a pause, and then, "Um, Harry?"

[gehennawind]

Ahh. Here’s the cuddling she craved after fucking like animals. A sigh can be felt, albeit not heard, rippling through her tiny frame.

She makes a noise doubling as a question, then, “Harry? Oh— Harry.”

The sound of it feels like intimacy, to. That brings a giddy shiver out. “I know too many people who call me Lomita, but I don’t mind if it’s just you who says Loma.”

And Edward. Forgot about him.

[cagedinflesh]

"Oh, that's cute." Loma, Lomita, it suits her. His other hand takes hers and laces their fingers together. Should they be hurrying up for dinner? Maybe... But his heart's all aflutter and he's feeling warm in every way so who needs it?

[gehennawind]

Loma is less diminutive, cutesy. A friend or foe might even call her that, but no one in recent memory has called her Loma; she wants to give that to him. To the brothers.

“—Shoot! Dinner! Your brother!” Lateness won’t improve matters between them!! She scrambles up far too quickly and pays for it, slipping and lurching into his lap.

[cagedinflesh]

He yelps, hands flying up - they tried so hard not to make contact like that and now look!!!

"A-are you alright?!" At least the first thought is not for her being all over his dick but whether she's hit something on the marble.

[gehennawind]

Neither is hers! Her whole life flashed in front of her eyes, but now she’s giggling and clinging to him by the waist.

“Yep! Yeah, fine, I just- thanks, sorry!” Paloma kisses him sloppily along his jaw, laughing foolishly.

[cagedinflesh]

"Oh, good, I'm glad!" But she's in his lap and he's really selfconscious??? "E-Edward...you're right, he'll be waiting...?" That's the reason he's starting to panic, he just really doesn't want to be rude, yep!

[gehennawind]

But of course he’s right.

“Edward!” He’ll be waiting and in a real snit, apoplectically if they climb all over each other in the bathroom. But just... she can’t help it, honest, one more heartfelt smooch lasting a good bit longer than it should. She does break away; reluctantly, and smiling lopsidedly.

[cagedinflesh]

Yep yep yep time to get going, run away before they have a chance to do anything dumb!

Sure enough, there's a petulant voice ringing out from the bottom of the stairs, "Haarryyyyyy, hurry uuuup."

Jekyll has to laugh a little as he steps out of the shower for the towels. "Oh, there it is."

[gehennawind]

Paloma covers her mouth to hide the next giggle, ashamed enough to be fast about conditioning.

“Hey... go ahead and talk with him alone?”

[cagedinflesh]

He nods, giving her a little smile. "I think that's a good idea. Don't worry about rushing yourself!" Although the sooner she's done the sooner he gets to see her more, so...you know.

Once he's dressed again, more casually than she'd have seen, although it's still a button-down shirt and slacks, he goes out to the hall. "Teddy? Come here." They end up on a sofa, one brother curled up and wrapped around the other's waist, clinging. Jekyll just sits there and pets his hair.

[gehennawind]

There is no salvaging the once-beautiful panties. They still match her bra— but there’s more to a serviceable pair than color. Paloma dithers for too long, looking around herself and the room as though a man’s drawers will have the answer.

Her unfortunate reality is to go without. In a fresh sweater and her dress underneath she descends the staircase with a fist clenched, keeping her skirt from flowing too freely. She soon finds the two. The cloud in her face clears at the picture they make, handsome but sad. A little lonely. Like their world is struggling to adapt to her.

“Hey, Edward, I... swear I didn’t mean anything,” she tries. “Poorly.”