"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.......
"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.”
"I'm sure it must seem incredibly stuck-up and entitled. Really it's more for the sake of maintaining the house itself than anything! No one person could keep all this clean and in good repair!" Nope he's suddenly self conscious and worried she thinks he's a rich bitch who just likes being waited on and bossing servants around.
She’s already shaking her head, caressing him in what she hopes are comforting passes up and down his arms. It means Hyde is neglected until this panic leaves his voice, unfortunately.
Just for the moment.
“No. They couldn’t. You can’t let it fall apart, either. It’s family.”
"Yes, that's it exactly, it would be a shame to get rid of it too. There's something comforting about our family being here for hundreds of years, I think."
"Yeah that's called stagnation and blueblood." Hyde keeps on rolling those eyes. But it's not like he's going anywhere either, he could get his own place and financial independence. Could.
They have points... though she’s inclined to say Hyde is making the right point at the wrong time. An adroit capital L Look over a slender shoulder reveals how impressed she isn’t.
“I must have hallucinated the hot tub on your balcony, then, since you’re not a fan of the estate.” She wanders to the plates, having resisted their aroma for long enough.
"Yeah 'cause that's been around 600 years with the rest of the house." He doesn't have to be a fan of the estate to appreciate a good time!
Jekyll sure doesn't need to hear any more empty complaining, so he gladly joins Paloma. "No you certainly didn't hallucinate that." A luxury, but a fairly middle-class one really.
She goes for the fanciest-looking wrap of fish she’s ever seen in her life, nibbling the end uncertainly, then with more enthusiasm. Paloma grins despite herself— at Hyde.
"You want a dip?" The other two might eat respectably but Hyde scarfs his food down like an animal.
"I think I could go for that, my feet are a bit sore from work..." So you know, if she wants to, Jekyll sure won't complain. She wouldn't be selfish. He forgets the lack of swimsuit.
Too late. She's already entertaining a fantasy of lounging in the tub until the absolute last minute before they need to take off.
"It's cold out, but..." But that didn't stop them from screwing in Hyde's backseat on chilled windows. Veronica has one of her own in her Mexico City residence, but using it embarrasses Paloma as a lowly intern. She plays with the hem of her dress.
"Could I borrow someone's shirt?" Her eyes dodge theirs.
Getting into the hot tub nude is much different than showering communally. One is for cleaning, the other a luxury. She sucks a finger clean. “It’ll be nice. Quiet, peaceful.” Yeah. Peaceful.
Um, yeah, it was actually. Hasn't he made that clear?
It'll be peaceful, for a couple minutes. "I'll find a shirt." Jekyll has the good sense to pick a dark one. His options are only dress shirts, so it will keep her a little warmer on top too! Of course, first they should actually eat. He for one is pretty hungry after a long day of work. Evidently Hyde is too, vonsidering how he scarfs his down like he doesn't need to chew.
After expressing appropriate gratitude toward Jekyll she turns around and realizes the extent of Hyde’s piggishness. It cannot stand.
She’s a fussy, nervous worrywart and put in obvious distress by his eating habits. Paloma unthinkingly zooms to his side. “Hey, Edward, no.” Dainty fingers poke and prod his cheek as it moves, ignoring any outbursts. She leans all in with knit brow. “If you don’t chew, your stomach is gonna hurt, or you’ll get acid coming back up.”
"I am chewing!" Just, you know, really fast and probably not as well as he should. His table manners are atrocious too, absolute retaliation against everything he must have been taught. And Jekyll's prudish insistence on maintaining proper etiquette. Always the right fork, neatly folded napkin in his lap, straight back even at a makeshift table...
“Nuh-uh,” she shoots back, knowing but uncaring of how childish they’re behaving.
Hovering and nagging at him serves as an excuse to press by his side, the fish wrap balanced in her free hand. Paloma’s never gotten to be the one worrying affectionately at someone else to eat right. “The less you chew, the more acid your stomach makes. It’ll rot your teeth off!”
"English guys are supposed to have shit teeth, right?" He just shrugs and grins at her. But if she wants him to chew, fine. He just fuckin goes down on it like he has no gag reflex. But at least he chews.
She appears to be content just where they are, despite wrinkling her nose at the sounds he's producing. Paloma contentedly takes small bites of her food, tucked against his side and feeling absurdly wonderful.
Jekyll appreciates a buffer zone between the two of them, Paloma being there keeps him from having to see Hyde being a shit and worry about it himself. "It's nice to have more company at dinner..." He smiles, willfully ignoring the pig on her other side. "We're often home at different times, it can get a little lonely."
The return of Henry Jekyll and dark shirt in hand! She gratefully accepts it, noting how it matches her borrowed panties, but his reverie draws her back.
Finishing the last of the wrap, she gazes up in dawning pity. “... I know about loneliness.” She’s already searching for his hand to gently hold. “Tell you what— call me when you feel that way, either of you. I won’t be mad if I’m asleep or working.”
"I couldn't do that! With the time difference you'll be asleep or at work almost any time I did, you would get awfully tired of us bothering you! It's not that bad..." But he'd still like to call her.....
"Sure, I'll call." Hyde grins, he'll do more than call, she's getting nudes. Or panty pics.
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"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.
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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.
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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.......
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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.”
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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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Just for the moment.
“No. They couldn’t. You can’t let it fall apart, either. It’s family.”
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"Yeah that's called stagnation and blueblood." Hyde keeps on rolling those eyes. But it's not like he's going anywhere either, he could get his own place and financial independence. Could.
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“I must have hallucinated the hot tub on your balcony, then, since you’re not a fan of the estate.” She wanders to the plates, having resisted their aroma for long enough.
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Jekyll sure doesn't need to hear any more empty complaining, so he gladly joins Paloma. "No you certainly didn't hallucinate that." A luxury, but a fairly middle-class one really.
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“Jealous,” she sighs. “As hell.”
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"I think I could go for that, my feet are a bit sore from work..." So you know, if she wants to, Jekyll sure won't complain. She wouldn't be selfish. He forgets the lack of swimsuit.
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"It's cold out, but..." But that didn't stop them from screwing in Hyde's backseat on chilled windows. Veronica has one of her own in her Mexico City residence, but using it embarrasses Paloma as a lowly intern. She plays with the hem of her dress.
"Could I borrow someone's shirt?" Her eyes dodge theirs.
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"Of course!" Jekyll wouldn't leave her nude in the cold. Hyde would. Let it get a little nippley.
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What was his car, an appetizer?
Getting into the hot tub nude is much different than showering communally. One is for cleaning, the other a luxury. She sucks a finger clean. “It’ll be nice. Quiet, peaceful.” Yeah. Peaceful.
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It'll be peaceful, for a couple minutes. "I'll find a shirt." Jekyll has the good sense to pick a dark one. His options are only dress shirts, so it will keep her a little warmer on top too! Of course, first they should actually eat. He for one is pretty hungry after a long day of work. Evidently Hyde is too, vonsidering how he scarfs his down like he doesn't need to chew.
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She’s a fussy, nervous worrywart and put in obvious distress by his eating habits. Paloma unthinkingly zooms to his side. “Hey, Edward, no.” Dainty fingers poke and prod his cheek as it moves, ignoring any outbursts. She leans all in with knit brow. “If you don’t chew, your stomach is gonna hurt, or you’ll get acid coming back up.”
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Hovering and nagging at him serves as an excuse to press by his side, the fish wrap balanced in her free hand. Paloma’s never gotten to be the one worrying affectionately at someone else to eat right. “The less you chew, the more acid your stomach makes. It’ll rot your teeth off!”
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She appears to be content just where they are, despite wrinkling her nose at the sounds he's producing. Paloma contentedly takes small bites of her food, tucked against his side and feeling absurdly wonderful.
"I like your teeth, you should keep 'em."
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Jekyll appreciates a buffer zone between the two of them, Paloma being there keeps him from having to see Hyde being a shit and worry about it himself. "It's nice to have more company at dinner..." He smiles, willfully ignoring the pig on her other side. "We're often home at different times, it can get a little lonely."
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Finishing the last of the wrap, she gazes up in dawning pity. “... I know about loneliness.” She’s already searching for his hand to gently hold. “Tell you what— call me when you feel that way, either of you. I won’t be mad if I’m asleep or working.”
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"Sure, I'll call." Hyde grins, he'll do more than call, she's getting nudes. Or panty pics.
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