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[cagedinflesh]

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[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.

[cagedinflesh]

"Not too late for me to do it," he grins, waggling his eyebrows at her. But there he sees her interest and flashes even more teeth. "You wanna see, huh? I'll dress up nice for you any time."

[gehennawind]

Tighter fit than she likes to shop for, but this isn’t a dressing room and they’ve kept dinner waiting too long already. Paloma straightens with a hand beneath the dress to wiggle her new underwear around.

She puts on an affectation of disinterest. “Dunno. Maybe. If you want.”

[cagedinflesh]

"Well not if you're not gonna give a shit..." She should know better, he sounds pouty now. And that means he needs to at least get attention one way or another. "Jekyll's into it. He fucking loves stockings." Some shock factor with a legitimate tip for her hidden in it. But mostly he wants to get a reaction.

[gehennawind]

He cleanly saw straight through her panty-less facade! He’s supposed to do the same with her fake boredom!!

Her eyebrows hike up and she stops fiddling for a second. “Hmm... I mean. Hmm!” Handsome Henry Jekyll in a pair of sheer stockings. Maybe embroidered? He could afford quality...

Paloma smooths her skirt out with a dusting of red over her round cheeks. “So... how about cake?”

[cagedinflesh]

Wow rude she did not take it the right way, he meant Harry likes looking at them, specifically that he wears that kind of stuff when fucking his brother, she was supposed to be offended and maybe a little aroused about him!!!!

The pouting continues. "Yeah, time for cake then..."

[gehennawind]

Incest? What incest? They’re talking about how the twins rock a pair of stockings?

His pouting is too pronounced to ignore; she crosses the floor to him with vivid recollection of his earlier mood swing, sliding her arms over his shoulders. Distractingly, she hopes. “First, thank you for saving me from putting my you-know on your chairs...?”

[cagedinflesh]

Give him that reaction he craves!!!

"No problem." At least he reacts well to her touch, leaning into it to rest his chin on her shoulder.

But he mumbles, "I don't want you to go." Maybe that's why he's particularly volatile tonight.

[gehennawind]

He stoops a bit to do it, naturally. And here they are, the truth from him, all talk of stockings and Henry laid aside. His chin is bony and there’s not much cushion on her either, but Paloma likes how they fit, how he drapes over like a morose blanket. Lets her feel like she’s keeping him upright.

But what can she say?

“What were you up to last week, before the gallery showing? What did you wanna do?”

[cagedinflesh]

He thinks about it for a while, but really can't come up with anything much... "Fight? And like, get fucked and fucked up." And that's about it. He doesn't have a lot going on.

[gehennawind]

Hmm.

“Ah,” hmm. More pieces of the puzzle fall into place. If the highlight of his days is, was, mindlessly screwing and brawling and getting high...

Paloma caresses his upper back in soothing circles, feeling so badly for the boy who throws himself into a lot of nothing and of whom nothing is expected. “Why’d you study art?”

[cagedinflesh]

"Well I wasn't gonna study accounting. I just kinda took some arts classes because it was something to do, like I'd be painting or reading anyway so... I didn't have the band then so I just fucking sat around alone while Jekyll was in class all day every day. So I went to his with him a few times but that was boring as hell." He might be more passionate about it more than he lets on but that'd be lame.

[gehennawind]

He’d paint and read regardless of the classes! Paloma seizes that buoyant lifeline, identifying them as the important aspects of his life aside from music and his twin.

“I’d bet money nothing holds your attention if you don’t give a crap in the first place,” she teases, tickling behind his ear. “The painting you gave me has too much of you in it. I see that now, Edward.”

[cagedinflesh]

He laughs through his nose, part for the tickle, part for the tease being entirely true. "What's that mean? Why too much?"

[gehennawind]

Paloma replaces her tickling fingers with the arch of her nose, glad for his having showered. The rest is only his smell, without weed or sweat choking it.

“Too much for me to think you don’t care what’s on the canvas. Can’t fool me.”

[cagedinflesh]

"I never said I didn't care about what I make!" He clings to her. Cake and Jekyll are waiting for them downstairs but he's having a nice moment of attention and affection? Maybe being open and honest isn't always so bad either.

Go see a psychiatrist, I hate the psychiatrist

[gehennawind]

It’s not dissimilar to a skinny underfed bear hanging onto her. What she imagines that's like.

“Very true.” No arguments there. If they just had more time they could fall into bed and lie there obliviously. No one left waiting or forgotten, only a foolish pair. She smiles a wobbly smile against his skin. “If you do end up missing me,” if, “please try painting then.”

[cagedinflesh]

"Obviously I'm going to miss you!" He does nod though. This boy has a lot of frustration and it inevitably comes out through violence, music or art. Maybe he'll cut down on the violence if he's focusing on art.

"You hungry?" He knows Jekyll's too polite to ask them to hurry up, he's definitely waiting around awkwardly.

[gehennawind]

Every movement they make can be felt in this lopsided embrace, and his nodding fills her with relief and hope for him. She’s known burnouts and self-destructive artists well before the first night Edward tried reaching up her dress. Don’t let him be one of them.

“Promise you’ll paint and we’ll go downstairs,” she presses.

[cagedinflesh]

"Yeah, I promise! ....Wait, what if I don't want to go and want to keep you here to myself instead?" Then maybe he doesn't promise!

[gehennawind]

She levels him a look more patient than he deserves, wise to his game but suspecting he’s at least half-serious. Paloma walks carefully backward and tugs him along by the hand.

“Theeeen... I’ll remind you that good boys share.” It sounds obscenely flirtatious now that she’s said it, dripping suggestion and implying a reward for ‘good boys’. A sexy reward. “But you already promised, sucker.”