moritat | there is always another au

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.

"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!

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.”

"...I fuckin' guess so." He did go to the trouble of finding some relatively nice clothes to put on. He has an aversion to shirt buttons but the top few unbuttoned is fashionable! It'd be a shame to just stay in his room.

So he follows like a good dog.

She worries that they’re not fooling anyone as to the nature of their relationship. Platonic acquaintances don’t dash through the hall and downstairs hand in hand.

Meeting Jekyll again is a relief in that respect, yet loath to release Hyde— she touches Jekyll’s sleeve, smiling dizzyingly. “Um. Wardrobe malfunction. He saved me.”

Sure they are........ Well, anyway not many people are watching. With only the two of them they don't need as many servants as the house once held. "Oh, I'm glad!" That he helped, that is. Sometimes Edward's a good boy! "Shall we?" Both brothers are sure to have Paloma sit between them when they take tea and cake on a sofa. This is all very normal...

She gets to sip quality tea leaves sandwiched between handsome big-dicked men. Life could be worse. Less awkward, sure.

“So,” Paloma murmurs. Cake for dinner? Where’s the meat of the meal, pardon the expression? She slurps by accident and flushes.

“Henry, um, Harry is going to drive me to the airport. Sooo...?”

Edward's gone for beer rather than tea, so, not too much of a stretch to figure out he insisted on dessert first...

"So we've got lots of time for fun, huh?" He grins, hand on her knee while the proper brother sputters into his teacup.

She jumps out of her skin, blood rushing from head to toe.

“You have a lot of energy after earlier!” Ah. If only one could take words back.

"Sure, I've had time to recharge." Jekyll turns beet red, staring into his lap with wide eyes rather than look their way. Sure he saw the marks on her but he tried not to look or call attention to it! That would be rude, and like, really embarrassing? But here they are. Making him wonder where it happened, trying not to picture it.

Yeah, three guesses as to what went on and the first two don’t count. The real question is where and when. Earlier in the night, obviously, but before or after the phone call?

Paloma is gonna file a complaint. “This is still a freakin’ dinner table!” Glowering up into his too-pleased face over a cup of tea, she neatly smacks off his hand. “Even if we’re starting with... cake!”

"Actually this is just a coffee table, so whatever point you're trying to make doesn't much matter!"

"There's other people around, Edward..." Jekyll keeps his voice very low, looking over his shoulder nervously. Maybe no one in sight, and they probably have heard a thing or two by now anyway, but still! There's no door to close.

Paloma aggressively cuddles Jekyll’s side, hiding her extreme embarrassment. Dinnertime is for eating and not groping.

“Yeah Teddy,” she chimes in with nothing but helpful intentions. “Please?”

"I thought we were making the most of your time left..." He pouts a little, but still he moves in closer. Awfully insistent on it for someone who'd complained about being seen as only good for sex, huh, haha.....

"We are, we're spending quality time together!"

Paloma can’t lie and pretend they didn’t implicitly agree on wanting to fuck at home, but also let Jekyll see her at her best! Her clothed, docile best!

As for Hyde— a sex addict who finds their value in favors will hardly give up their source of validation easily.

“Mmmm...” Nibbling the edge of her teacup buys her another few moments to think of a solution to make everyone happy. Her feet kick a little. “Would we be so bad if we took dinner in bed? To watch a movie.” Her tone sharpens.

That's a good way to put it, he drowns Out his problems in the addiction just like an alcoholic, even though it only creates more. "I don't see why not." He looks to Jekyll to confirm, not that there's much room to say no.

"Well...alright." Yeah, it doesn't have to turn into anything, it should ne okay...

Their cooperation signals Paloma to brainstorm the least sexy, electrifying film she could possibly think of. Something asinine. Something lukewarm. Uninspired.

“Gnomeo and Juliet’ll do it,” she says thoughtfully, and sips her tea as though innocent of conspiracy.

".....What the Fuck is that?"

Jekyll only smiles and says, "That sounds cute." He doesn't know what it is either but he can more or less figure it out, cute!

“Animated movie!” Paloma daintily sips her fancy tea, keeping up her too-casual facade.

Her elbow finds a way into Hyde’s ribs, light yet invasive. She sets her cup down to link arms with both brothers and dip her head bashfully. “It’s not the greatest, but.....”

C’mooon.

Hyde rolls his eyes. "Fine, whatever." Not like he'll be watching it anyway. He doesn't care how inane it is, he'll still get it up.

Jekyll's of the opinion that it's guest's choice and he's just happy to be with her. So he takes her arm as he stands and leads them toward the stairs. He stops in the hall first at a phone, "Hello? Would you mind bringing dinner to my room instead, please? Sorry to have you set the table for no reason, it can stay for breakfast tomorrow." There's a pause for the servant on the other end to agree before he thanks them and hangs up. Meanwhile Hyde keeps on rolling his eyes.

Paloma can’t shake the blush, knowing damn well what it looks like when three adults dine in bed. Alone. Her paranoia is not unfounded after she’s been heard screaming in ... delight is the word.

“You didn’t ask for truffles, by any chance?” She attempts to lighten up with a poor joke, digging an elbow into Hyde as if it comes naturally. Jekyl is unscathed where they’ve linked hands.

It's fine, he has a sitting area, he takes meals in his room while working sometimes! Not with company, but... "Somehow I doubt we have them on hand!" He laughs, offering her a smile.

"How're you gonna go back to regular meals after fancy ass room service, huh?" Don't forget Hyde knows what happened that night.

Perhaps the staff will think they plan on staying in the chairs!!

She inhaled in alarm, shooting a look of incredulity first to the nasty brother and then his gentlemanly half. “I... yeah, the experience is new and too good not to miss.” Why would he mention room service specifically, unless?

“But nobody here knows how to make something spicy.” Paloma seems to puff up.

Jekyll turns bright red in a split second, refusing to meet her eyes. "He - he made me tell him where I'd been!"

"I mean, you talked pretty easy." Not hard to make Jekyll spill his guts when he's aroused and ashamed! "It's true though, salt's a dangerous spice here."

This isn’t a discussion for wide open spaces, so in a fluster she guides them up the staircase with furtive glances behind.

“You were bullying him! Mister, uh— your butler was right!” She can’t race quickly enough, even handicapped by heels on stairs. Close to the top she takes a very wrong step, and the lot of them pitch forward.

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