moritat | there is always another au

“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.

"I wouldn't call it bullying, not with everything I did for him in return..." He shoots Jekyll a grin just in time to go tumbling and hit his chin directly on the stairs.

Jekyll tries to make a grab for Paloma at least, hoping to cushion her fall even though it's taking him down with her.

Never in the history of assholes has a douchebag eaten it so fast as comeuppance.

Problematically, she's going to suffer right there with him. She thuds hip-first into the top stair, yelling through clenched teeth out of a subconscious desire to keep staff from running to the rescue. Jekyll’s arm is soft except when her tits crush it to hardwood.

“...” Her head lifts. “Bully!”

"Ow, Jesus! Sucking somebody's dick is the total opposite of bullying!" He shouts it without a single care. While Jekyll yelps as much for his arm being crushed and tailbone hitting the edge of a stair as Hyde's carelessness. "E-Edward! Would you please stop saying this like that!" Maybe if he puts it that way anyone who overheard will misinterpret?

She army crawls up the last stair, wincing and huffing and guilty for causing everyone to tumble in heaps. “Yes! Jesus!”

Her ass wiggles in their faces as she moves up, hopefully reminding Hyde of better things to come. Paloma leans onto her side to sigh explosively.

“Dinner, movie, bed?” she whisper-coaxes.

"Sure, bed." He makes his first move, with that ass in his face how can he resist the urge to grab on? Jekyll sees it happening, though, and decides to be her knight in shining armour and tackle his brother just as his fingers brush against her.

All the way down the stairs they go, rolling and tumbling.

Jekyll’s senses are finely tuned in to whatever randy frequency that his brother operates on. Perhaps too much; his intervention has lead to a very violent fall.

“Christ— Harry— Ed— boys, no!!” And down she goes as well, as fast as her limp allows, clutching her hip. “Please don’t freaking hurt yourselves!”

"Asshole--" Hyde jumps on top of him to push at his face and mess up his hair. Maybe pull it a little. It's a good thing he's more or less sobered up or he'd be looking for more of a fight.

Jekyll tries to move his face away and bat at Hyde's hands, especially since his glasses are already askew and bent.

They have a head start on slap-fighting one another by the time she gets to their level of the staircase. It appears harmless, mostly, no blood or pain she can see, but just the threat of Jekyll’s glasses pushing into his eyes is enough to call for interference.

“Same team, same team!” She trips, almost falling again, righting herself in the nick of time. The next moment sees her bearhugging Hyde from behind and lurch, grunting from exertion. “Dinner! Bed!”

He grumbles, but Hyde lets himself be pulled along reluctantly while Jekyll gets up and inspects the damage to his glasses. But they're pretty wrecked, he frowns, trying to think of whether he has an extra pair anywhere. They won't sit on his face but he holds them on to at least get up tue stairs without incident. Or more of them.

Edward is no thicker around the waist than his twin, if harder and more muscled. Her wrists cross above his sternum in the attempt to heave ho. Their immediate cooperation is a huge relief.

“Was that worth it?” she asks, agitated and keeping her distance from both of them to not appear to be playing favorites. Paloma brings up the rear to circumvent the temptation of hers. “Harry, are you hurt?”

"Sure it was, I only regret not eating him in the womb!" He laughs, funny joke. Not at all in bad taste. As if everyone here isn't fully aware of how codependent he is.

Jekyll only frowns at him. "I'm fine, it's just that my glasses broke in the fall..."

She sucks in both luscious lips and counts to five before responding. The urge to scold Hyde is a mighty one.

“Oh, dammit, I’m sorry.” For dragging the three of them down and causing the first fall. She rubs an arm anxiously and feels every inch a walking disaster. What’s the point in putting a movie on if he can’t see it? “I am so sorry. We can skip the Gnomeo and Juliet. We can, umm, we...”

Paloma trails off from saying they can just lie together.

"I think I have an old pair laying about!"

"You'll get used to it." Mr too cool for glasses. Sure, just strain your eyes.

"You should really wear contacts at least..."

"I do. Sometimes." Jekyll sighs at him, just as they nearly bump into the butler and a maid headed into the bedroom with dinner. There's plenty of fuss over Jekyll's glasses while the brother groans, because once again Jekyll gets all the attention, even when it's not about accomplishments or politeness. At least he can hang back with Paloma while Jekyll makes nice with gratitude and propriety, acting like the master of the house. Visibly uncomfortable.

Over the course of this chance encounter Paloma drifts nearer and nearer to Edward, feeling extra alien in their estate, their clothes. Jekyll’s turtleneck, Hyde’s panties, bites along her throat and a tingle in her vag from his sticking it in.

She stops shy of leaning into him for appearance’s sake, but their sides touch. Her eyes fix onto the floor in this onset of misery.

Maybe they can't lean into each other, but Hyde still takes her hand, hiding it just slightly behind them.

Finally the plates are set and the servants leave. It's not like Jekyll's anticipating sex, but he tells them not to worry about anything else for the day. They'll get anything they need themselves, don't wait up.......

Handholding in secret like children uplifts her, strangely enough. As if they’re kids hiding in a treehouse, invincible, uncaring of strong winds.

She’s reddened when his staff leave at long last, thanking them in hushed courtesy. The door closing behind them lets her release a long breath.

“You must be used to having people at home on your payroll. I’m... the person being paid. Sorry.”

"That's right, you live with Samantha as well don't you? The house was busier when we were young, I count myself lucky not having near as much to see to. ...I'm sorry if it's uncomfortable for you, we've never known a home with much privacy so I'm afraid we don't pay much attention." Hyde's face says maybe he should speak for himself, just because he's used to it doesn't mean he isn't uncomfortable about it for his own reasons.

“Lived!” The correction is brief and offhand and she’s already forgotten, nodding otherwise in practiced courteousness. Yes, the realities of upper crust estate management are outlandish to a person in her situation, but the polite thing to do as a guest is put Jekyll, her host, at ease.

So she lets Hyde go to cross over and run her palm across Jekyll’s shoulder, smiling faintly. “Doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of knowing you. Both of you.”

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