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[cagedinflesh]

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[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.”

[cagedinflesh]

The moment he hears Paloma's voice, Hyde scrambles to sit up and play it cool. He wasn't being a pathetic lapdog soaking up petting! "It's fine, whatever." Of course he won't apologise for being the one to freak out over nothing, but getting over it is still something...

But he does notice her hand, and grins at her when he thinks he's worked it out. "Actually, I've got something for you to apologise myself."

"Edward!" Jekyll sounds positively delighted, his brother saying sorry for acting irrationally, imagine! As much as it's a shame to lose a nice docile moment, he doesn't protest when Hyde gets up to take Paloma by the wrist and lead her back up the stairs once again, into his room where he goes to his dresser.

[gehennawind]

The change is comical, and their abrupt departure equally so, although she’s naturally apprehensive given what a hound Edward can—

“You don’t owe me a thing,” she declares, goosebumps raised on her exposed bits. At least they don’t have the aircon turned on, Lord Jesus. “Won’t the food be getting cold? I-I kept you waiting?”

[cagedinflesh]

"It'll only take a minute, and you'll feel a lot more comfortable." He's helping. That's why he digs around for a moment before laying out several pairs of panties, some made for a man, others he'd probably have to do some tucking in. Either way she has her choice. "Something's better than nothing."

Jekyll's sure to check on dinner in their absence.

[gehennawind]

Paloma could just die.

“Ah.” Her entire head tingles from the blood rushing to it. What can be done but gape at the impressive collection he’s laying out, for her, from his private dresser?

The hem of her dress makes for a grounding clenched fist. “H-how’d you know I have nothing on?”

[cagedinflesh]

"Because you're being weird and look uncomfortable. Holding your dress like that. Easy to guess they got a little too filthy." Just accept his panties. "Maybe this? Your ass might be too powerful for anything else." He laughs, offering a thong. It's only true.

[gehennawind]

Christ. He saw through it instantly, didn’t he?

The more items he brings out the more her palms inch up her cheeks, clamping over them in increasing humiliation. “Powerful— ass!! I’ve never worn a thong in my life and where did you get that!”

[cagedinflesh]

"At a store?" Well if she doesn't want a thong then there's still panties to try, a little looser than his hip size to not crush his junk, so there's potential... Another suggestion is held up, "If you like lace?" A similar style to what she had.

[gehennawind]

Paloma reluctantly takes a look through her fingers at the black little thing on offer. It DOES match, tempting her to silence and reconsidering borrowing his panties.

“Um!” His collection is certainly expansive, surprising her in a good way. She’d thought he was too macho-obsessive. Unless... “They’re not borrowed from some other...? Right? They’re yours?”

Wearing another lady friend’s undies doesn’t sit comfortably with her.

[cagedinflesh]

"Yeah they're mine, is that so hard to believe?" Doesn't she know by now he's into some shit? "I mean it's not like I just wear 'em around, it's not too comfortable. Keeping some girl's panties would be weird."

She's gonna mame him self conscious??? "I got some stockings if you want. Garterbelt?"

[gehennawind]

A curious look of interest flickers over her. Hyde in stockings and a garterbelt, huh?

“You didn’t bite my um, my ankles.” Flushing but lowering her hands, Paloma goes for the black lace and stretches them over her crotch. To check its elasticity. “Just my neck. ‘N my mouth...”

They’re better than wearing nothing. She steps into the undies, wiggling them up thighs thicker than his by far.