Wayne fretted as he sat on the couch, constantly rubbing his hands over his face and through his hair, he didn’t care if he was smearing his tears all over his face, he felt absolutely wrecked, and he deserved it.
He wanted to go in there, he wanted to apologise profusely, do anything he could to let her know he was sorry, that he didn’t ever want to hurt her, that he was just a monster… Fuck, nothing would ever be good enough!
Wayne tried so hard not to listen, but it was hard not to, his super hearing picking up the sobs from the woman in the bathroom making him break down again, crying roughly into his hands.
Ignoring his nice clothing, Sheldon crawled into the shower with her, his arms wrapped firmly around her. He hummed gently as he rubbed her arms until she finally quieted, sniffling. All he could think was how grateful he was that Mets was out of the penthouse tonight, having been snuggled up with Devin earlier and that they’d left them together. The last thing this situation needed was a nosy, loud mouth dog in it.
—
Bell stared at their fingers, threaded together, blue on blue. It was sort of magical, like a dream, except her ass still hurt too much for it to be a dream. With a shuddering breath, she finally asked what had been echoing through her head, “Why don’t you hate me?” she looked away, she voice so small and weak, “Don’t… I disgust you?”
–
It broke Sheldon’s heart, hearing that from her. God, how many times had he felt that was? And she was built like him… oh god, how much worse must that have been as a woman? Like that with the expectations of the human world?
Not even thinking it through, he moved over her, cupping her cheeks, “You’re gorgeous. Don’t even think otherwise,” he ran his thumb over her cheeks until she looked at him again, “Are you okay, though?”
—
Bell wasn’t sure how to answer that. How to take the kindness in his eyes. How real it all smelled. No one touched her softly accept for Wyn. Not since she’d grown.
Swallowing, Bell licked her lips, “Ass hurts? Neck too. I’ll live,” chewing on her lower lip she finally whispered, “Do dicks normally? I’ve never… not with…”
—
“Oh god…” Sheldon paled, hands steady on her shoulders, “…Wayne was your first?”
—
With a shrug, her eyes shifted away. She’d only ever been with Wynette before now, “First guy, yeah…”
RP backup 