Pardon My Hand – Bluebell

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Wayne hummed as he felt someone’s arms sliding around him from behind, he figured it was Sheldon since he was currently out with him and a look down told him yep, those blue hands were his mates.

Moaning softly at the rubbing over his crotch, he presses slightly against the hands before freezing.

They could have been Sheldon’s hands… Except the nails were painted and Wayne knew Sheldon hadn’t gotten his done today. The next moment he’d pulled away and turned, bumping back against the railing of the bridge and staring at the short, blue woman standing before him.

Wayne felt scandalized, and looked it, too.

“What the fuck, lady?!”

“Hand it over? Now where would the fun be in that?” Bell bit her lip with an excitable giggle. He WAS fun to mess with and the blush was priceless, “How about you come and get it then?” 

Staring Wayne straight in the eye she leaned back and pulled forward her pants by the large belt buckle. With a well practiced evil laugh, she stuffed his wallet deep down the front of her pants and into her underwear. 

Wayne sighed irritably and took a step forwards only to gape at what she did.

“Dude what the fuck?!” Wayne gestured to Bluebell’s pants and looked even more scandalized.

“This isn’t funny!” Wayne growls. He so wasn’t in the mood. Stalking up to her, he grabs Bluebell by the wrists and drags her over and around, pushing her up against the fence of the bridge and glared down at her, not letting the woman go.

“Now listen here. I’m going to let go of one of your hands, and you’re going to get my wallet for me. You’re then going to give it to me and maybe I won’t bodily haul you to the station.

She thought he was a cop here, so fine. He’d be a cop for now.

“Oh baby~ You know I like it rough,” Bell purred and stuck her butt out tauntingly, laughing at the familiar treatment, “Real muscle man, aren’t you?”

Testing his grip… it reminded her of Wynette. Actually, now that she thought about it, he kinda smelled like Wyn too. Huh.

“That would take aaaaall the fun out of, big boy,” she looked back at him over her shoulder and licked her lips, “Big brave man like you afraid of what little old me has between her legs?”

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