moritat | there is always another au

"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.

Well, that's revolting.

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."

Good, he's nasty and improper!!!

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.

Chin lying on Jekyll's upper arm, she's positioned well to return the grin with more sentimentality and innocence. Paloma hasn't thought of sending nudes when they've already seen her naked.

"See, if he's calling, you may as well call too. Group call." She feels foolish even saying the words, and goes red.

"It's better as a group, huh?" Waggling eyebrows......

"Well, if I know you're already awake anyway, I suppose..." Jekyll's cheeks redden while he pokes at his food with his fork. Shy boy vs lewd boy.

Paloma narrows her eyes to fob him off. “Some things...”

She crosses her legs at the ankles and swings them, nonetheless reaching out to stroke Hyde’s arm. Learning to evenly divide affection is half the battle. Worth the effort.

“Keep Edward honest.”

"I don't know how to be honest," he laughs. It's kind of a joke but one that holds water.

"It's true, I'm not certain that's entirely possible!" And another thing strikes him, "Besides, if you get two calls in a row at work..." What will the boss think??

Her face almost pales to imagine that scenario; taking first one call and talking to the caller in a girlfriend voice, hanging up, and answering the second person with the same sweetness. Veronica would be so disappointed in her, worse than any anger as an employer who sees a patron being misused.

“Jesus, no!” She inhales and squeezes them both to remind herself where they are. Jekyll remains a comfy pillow-man. “Remember... inside voice on the phone. Don’t yell about dirty stuff.”

Edward.

"Obviously I'm not gonna yell!" Unless he's currently at a show or something and has no choice. So yeah maybe he'll yell.

"I certainly won't!" Jekyll says it as if she was accusing him, panic stricken! Has he ever said anything untoward to her??? Oh god maube he has...

“Henry, you’re fine! Edward— you totally yelled in the car before we... left!”

Paloma loses a whole lot of steam after nearly saying a dirty thing herself. She smooths her dress out too primly.

"Yeah but that was at Harry, that's different." He can yell dirty things at his brother over the phone while he's at work if he wants! "He's the boss, so who's gonna care what he's up to at work, right?"

Jekyll makes an uncertain hum, but doesn't exactly try to tell him off...

“Is that so,” Paloma snarks. Tries to snark. Too much bonafide curiosity in the undercurrent, changing it from a sarcastic question to a thoughtful, rhetorical statement. Or better, a suggestion.

She smooths her skirt out a second time, a glaring tell.

"Well, technically that is true... But still, the phone is in a very public spot, I need to know ahead of time if it's a private conversation to take in my office!" He doesn't mean that to be a hint or invitation. But Hyde's eyebrows raising while he nudges Paloma is telling too.

She breathes in too sharply to play it cool, too astounded to respond to the nudge. Paloma goes overboard to try and appear prim and properly ignorant of the implications, finding a third wrinkle in her dress to straighten out all the while. Back straight, chin up... eyes somewhere in the far distance, seeing what Jekyll might do behind closed office doors.

“I’ll certainly warn you,” she rasps. Wine glass. Sip.

"-Are you alright?" Noticing all that smoothing of something already in order, Jekyll ducks his head to catch her eye. "Is something wrong?"

She clears her throat very aggressively.

“Harry!” Too loud. Paloma lowers her voice to a whisper, glaring at Edward whose fault this probably is, “Yes, I mean no, yes I’m alright! No, nothing's wrong.”

Just picturing him with his hand around his dick and you know what else.

Just jackin it. "...Oh, okay." If she says so? He doesn't sound convinced though.

Hyde just laughs, leaning in to press against Paloma and crane his neck around to get up in Jekyll's business too. "Sounds like you're in for phone sex at work, you probably got loads of Vaseline there right? Better keep it handy."

His brother flushes dark as a beet, "As if...!!"

Her brows and blood pressure skyrocket simultaneously. Vaseline! Phone sex!

“Ass!” Lips compressed and cheeks darker than they were seconds prior, Paloma and her glass break off from the fray. She drains it with one toss of the head to welcome the stress relief. They can just keep an eye on her ass, since Edward won’t be able to help himself.

They definitely have a moment's distraction following her ass up, with it exposed from under her dress from their lower angle. But Hyde notices Jekyll's gaze and gets more ammunition from it. He closes their gap, making a grab for Paloma's hips at the same time to pull back onto Jekyll's lap. "Maybe you should send some pictures to help him out. It's a good view you wouldn't want to miss."

Hyde is ever more familiar with the particular squawk leaping out of her mouth, Jekyll less so, but he was bound to hear it sooner or later.

She expected to land in hot food or on a plate, high heels flying out gracelessly and her ass tight from mid-flight tension. The glass in her fist—empty, thank God— extends for balance. Her other busily thumps into his stupid-ass brother.

“Freaking-!! Jerk!” Other, nastier names nearly follow. “What’s a good view!”

"Your ass, for one." He closes off her method of escape, and any chance Jekyll had of helping, by sitting on Jekyll's knees in front of her. Now they're all up close and personal.

That sure is a plush butt on his dick. "You're being awfully rude, Edward...!" As if he cares.

She shouldn’t have drunk that wine so fast. It’s gone to her head and to a deep place in her belly, warm and muddling. She shouldn’t have splayed her legs out like a tart trying to catch flies, and she shouldn’t have pinned her knees to Hyde’s sides to keep from dragging Jekyll down.

Paloma blusters and rambles and somehow holds the glass aloft like the Holy Grail, emptiness aside. “Yeah! Rude boy!”

"That's me." He presses against her front, pushing her back so Jekyll's face is in her shoulder too, just peeking over. "I'll send some pictures to keep you warm at night too. You can try to guess which one of us it is."

"-I haven't agreed to that, what kind of pictures!" Don't send lewd pictures who knows where they'll end up???

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