She laughs exactly how one expects a sleepy post-coital young woman to laugh, roughly but affectionate. A hand wanders down her body (dodging theirs) to rub a sore spot in her inner thigh.
"Wait, yeah." Tired. Yeah. Consideration is a two-way street. "You went above and beyond, both of you."
Jekyll was a very good boy, too! Not so violent as Hyde, but when is he ever? She insists.
Low in her throat she makes a concerned noise, adjusting to press kisses along Hyde's jawline and stroking Jekyll from ear to chin, leaving nobody untouched. "Do you think I would? Even if we hadn't all, um, slept together?"
"We're all the way over here, you can meet someone else when you're alone for months." As if he has room to talk when he's so loose. But just sex is different. She can fuck someone. But if it's more intimate...
In a luxurious stupor she might be, but Paloma quiets after hearing that. She keeps up the caresses lest they think she's upset at him, or both of them.
"You took the words out of my mouth," she tries to laugh off her distress. "Just because we're very different people. You have time to regret."
Paloma has the leftover shame to at least blush, and hide it against the nearest chest.
"Maybe I'm weird. Maybe I need weird." Her public face, the sham of confidence and persuasion has always felt performative and exhausting. She has never felt up the standard of normality, of existing without questioning the point of everything.
"Sounds Like it." Pet him more pls. He runs his cheek against her, his nose, the side of his head to scrunch up his hair all the more. He is a needy boy, he doesn't care who knows it, just give him attention.
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"Aren't you tired...?" At least he's a little considerate. "I gotta wait a little..."
"You should take that while you can, he's always needy."
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"Wait, yeah." Tired. Yeah. Consideration is a two-way street. "You went above and beyond, both of you."
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But Jekyll just wants to cuddle. Besides he's not so sure if he did all that much.
"...Besides, we need to make sure you don't forget us." Maybe Hyde's a little sensitive too. Maybe that's why.
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Low in her throat she makes a concerned noise, adjusting to press kisses along Hyde's jawline and stroking Jekyll from ear to chin, leaving nobody untouched. "Do you think I would? Even if we hadn't all, um, slept together?"
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"You took the words out of my mouth," she tries to laugh off her distress. "Just because we're very different people. You have time to regret."
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"...Yeah it's kinda weird you're still around, even."
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"Maybe I'm weird. Maybe I need weird." Her public face, the sham of confidence and persuasion has always felt performative and exhausting. She has never felt up the standard of normality, of existing without questioning the point of everything.
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