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[personal profile] gehennawind 2017-08-21 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
Paloma had changed her mind about staying the night the very same instant she realized her lack of something basic: clothing. Bizarrely, requesting to borrow Hyde's shirt embarrasses her a good deal more than looking him in the eye after-- congress.

Unnatural silence weighs on her over an hour into everyone arranging in bed. Henry Jekyll to her right, his hungry brother Edward to the left. The way their bodies lie even feels wrong and controlled, although perhaps in comparison to Hyde's lack of anxiety about sharing the closest quarters there could ever be... it's frozen, and she's floating in a heat wave of quiet when finally she slips off to dream.

A dream of wool suffocating her nose and mouth that peels away to cool vacancy and then slippery pushing, pulling. A boot's flat, rounded sole edging over her ribcage, and far lower. Paloma curls lengthily outward, like a kitten.
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[personal profile] gehennawind 2017-09-20 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
They'd carefully curated a film to watch without any sex scenes or subject matter that would definitely excite an excitable young man, which sort of felt like she and Jekyll were adults selecting a movie for some teenaged menace. Tea, biscuits, and a post-wank lethargic Hyde made for a comfortable pileup.

At ten in the morning, having overslept her text-the-boss time by an hour, Paloma's eyes crack open to a face full of shaggy blond hair. Even after resting in uncertain wakefulness for a minute she's unsure of where she begins and Edward or Henry end; whose knee is under her butt, who has their hand on her ribs, and whose foot is wedged between hers?

Her escape looks less likely by the second. She attempts to sit up and groans, the soreness in her snatch very pronounced. New and foreign activity.