moritat | there is always another au

Paloma somberly absorbs the confession, tucking it away for later puzzling.

"No! We're coming, just..."

She shifts in a half-circle within Jekyll's embrace, craning her neck to look directly into his eyes for a brief moment of longing. "I wish I could see more of what you meant, but having just a week, it, it isn't enough? I- I want to know more."

Her face feels hot. Too much?

Not at all! He blushes a little despite shaking his head. "You might have, a bit." You know, between the sexual tension and actual fucking.

"Hurry uuuuup." Hyde doesn't want to sit around talking about their feelings???? Fuck off. "He just wishes he wasn't such a goody two shoes, It's nothing special."

Jekyll purses his lips a bit at that comment but it's essentially correct, so he can't argue. A hand on Paloma's back presses in just a little to suggest they go.

She might have thought a thing or two about the unresolved tension these past several days and wanting very badly to... resolve that. Repeatedly. More than they did. Hyde's car fuck was truly an appetizer, as he said.

"Um! Coming!" That light touch scoots her with the momentum of a nervous squirrel, sparing a wistful and private wish for the matching underwear set she'd specifically bought for their last hours together.

One dainty foot in at a time, until she submerges with respect to the intense heat of the bubbling water. An enormous sigh leaves her. "Ah. Yeah. Nobody is." Being a goody two shoes all of the time? Not possible. Everyone slips.

"Harry sure isn't!" Hyde laughs, but Jekyll turns bright red the moment he steps into the water because of it. He'll just try to pass it off as the heat from the hot tub! It's fine!

"Well, no one's perfect..." Most people don't do incest, for one thing.

"More like I've totally taken the blame for you to keep that going!" Silence is telling. Especially uncomfortable silence like his.

Instantly tuning in to Jekyll's discomfort, Paloma sinks lower in the tub, only to lift a tapered leg and poke Hyde squarely in his chest.

"But is anyone being hurt?" The defining factor in sin, whether it's something to cry over. She almost puts the incestuousness out of sight and mind until it stares her in the face.

Hyde just goes on grinning, catching her foot so his hands can creep up her leg.

"Well, not literally at least... And not on purpose!" Shame in his voice, he can't deny that he might have inadvertently. It's just hard to stick to everything that's expected of a good well to do lord and have some desires!

Even scoffing can't disguise the true mischief in her answering smile, avoiding Hyde's eyes in a spurt of modesty. Misplaced, perhaps, given he's gotten inside her about four times (to his brother's one).

She likes his hands. She likes them moving up her skin, and lets him keep the leg in them.

"--I believe you, Harry!"

His brother, the original date. Hyde's just the more insistent one. Of course he's not going to stop at just holding her leg either, especially when she seems to encourage him. He's soon got her ass and hip and making up the difference between them to sit her on his lap.

"A-anyway! Thank you for seeing us that way, it's rare."

Paloma has a whole lot of nothing to make her feel like there's a barrier between herself and his... insistence. The breath whooshes out of her, even a solid five inches above water level. Jekyll's well-made shirt is no defense when his cock is nestled vertically against her naked bottom.

She balances one-handed on his wiry shoulder, sucking in her lips and looking behind them worriedly. Someone's being left out. "How... how do you see me?"

"Hmm, I don't think my impression has changed or anything? I thought you seemed quiet and sweet..." And she still is.

Hyde's just glad to have her ass on his dick. "I didn't think you'd be such a freak, but you do have those dick sucking lips. Should've known."

She isn't sure whether or not she can take offense-- Paloma certainly can't argue the point. It's true. She is a freak. Her mother would cry, if her mother cared at all to hear.

"Hey...!" A weak shove at his face, keeping Hyde at arm's length despite their closeness. "Sweet?"

At what point in their business relationship had he gotten to see her for longer than a minute, with other, more important individuals hogging his attention? She would have said no chance, but obviously that assumption is wrong, so one wonders what she missed.

"Edward!" He kicks his brother's leg, sending a tremor through them both inadvertently thanks to Hyde being Paloma's seat. "You just look sweet, I guess. Your eyes and voice, and the way you smile?" He knows he sounds like a fool and it's true, to be entirely honest.

It's okay, their mother would cry too. She's in good company.

The real sweetheart is Jekyll, scolding the nasty boy right there with her. She relents a little, allowing slack in the arm holding Hyde's face well away on the tub edge.

Paloma weakens more and retracts all her limbs in, shyness obliterating her bravado. Chin tucking, she can do nothing but smile like a moron with eyes squeezed shut. "Oh. How could you-- nevermind. Thanks." What else can she say? Lord knows.

"How could I...?" How could he what??

It doesn't really matter if she holds him back, Hyde still holds around Paloma's waist with both arms. A teddy in his lap. That's keeping his cock warm.

Ass on his dick, tits for extra pillowy comfort on Teddy's teddy. She allows this because a day from tonight, being held won't be an option anymore.

She babbles and bumbles in the bubbling tub, laying her cheek atop Edward's head. "...still feel that way."

"...How could I not?" He really isn't sure what she means. She's very sweet? If Hyde gets to cuddle though, he wants to too. So he moves in closer to lean his head on her shoulder.

There, right there, here's a good reason to stay up far too late in questionable company until they're a few hours from separation.

She's appreciative of the jets' noisiness breaking the night stillness, the uncertain silence. Her fingers move through fine strands of Jekyll's hair.

"Really, nevermind. I just don't think very highly of myself, but I know that's my trouble. Not yours."

"You wouldn't be the only one." He gives her a little smile and seeks out a hand.

Hyde snorts, "In case you haven't noticed someone else gets a little down on himself." She's seen Jekyll be a weenie, even if she hasn't gotten the full on crying over being awful and gross! Not gonna mention his own insecurities tho

All hands on deck and busy, but more innocently industrious than she expected their soak to be; the night is young, and Hyde is still sporting a boner which hasn't flagged.

"You do, too. You try to play it off." His sex addiction where validation is the prize, his outbursts, they point to a deep sense of inferiority. Her lips brush the top of his head.

Scoff! Scoff!!! How could he even entertain the thought of admitting it. "As if!" He laughs, even. How has she not noticed he's the confident one??

Jekyll knows any little giggle will set him off, so no matter how much he wants to, be just keeps his mouth shut. But Paloma's right on the money.

She remembers him flying off the handle a short while ago. Antagonizing him into rough sex isn't the way Paloma persuades a partner to manhandle her a bit, or a lot, so she just kisses his hair again without teasing.

"I think there isn't a person who exists that can go through life without a doubt in their mind."

"I guess." He shrugs, trying to play it cool. "But some of us just don't give a shit." Sure he doesn't. Edward "tantrums" Hyde does not give a shit.

Jekyll gives Paloma a Look to that effect, with sympathies for her having to deal with that. If he knew about what's going on below the water it mibht be for that too.

He is trying so hard to be cool and invincible that she hurts on his behalf, thinking of trying to navigate life and the judgment of people and hide as much as he does. Oh wait. She does that, too.

"Superhuman Edward. What's your superhero name?"

"Obviously Hyde." Superhero name, stage name, close enough right?

Jekyll has a surprisingly blank look on his face. Superhero?? He knows that's a thing sure but he doesn't know anything on the subject. Aren't they all like [insert super power]-man?

While Paloma might be getting used to things, he's getting bored with it, and sore with a neglected erection. A little friction against her ass sure would help, so he helps himself to rubbing against her.

Ten-hut!

She's startled, for some reason. His boner was going to interrupt their nice heart to heart sooner rather than later and it's definitely not the first instance he's hot-dogged her ass cleavage. Paloma only has herself to blame for twitching, jostling poor cuddly Jekyll.

"Wow! Creative!" she laughs, a high note of nervousness winding through it. But the hand on loan to Hyde flattens to his navel, below the bubbling water.

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