Snorting, Bell reached up and smacked Wayne lightly over the mouth, “Shut up. What did I say? I have a better memory than you obviously. I said ‘i love it’ and to fuck me harder. So just shut the fuck up.”
Shifting around, the blue villainess got comfortable, leaning her head against his shoulder. Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she nodded, “I should call my girl,” idly she played with Wayne’s chest hair, spinning it around a finger, “And nah… after I explain she’ll prolly just be jelly.”
He was quite taken aback by the smack to his mouth, surprise written over his face before he settled into a small smile.
“Okay… Okay.” Wayne murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of her head when she rested on his shoulder and bit his lip as she continued on.
“So… Am I right in assuming it’s… A female… Me?” He asks, the concept not as foreign to him as a while ago but still pretty crazy.
“I hope not… Too jealous.” Wayne mumbles and looks to the woman.
“Do you need a phone or did you have one on you?”
Bluebell’s brows knit at that thought, “Oh you? I mean she’s the same species I’m positive…” shifting up she looked between Sheldon and Wayne, “Wait… you’re not just the same species… fuuuuuuck that’s going to give me a headache,” she groaned and slumped down into the large man again, “I got a phone. It’s in my jacket, where ever that went.”
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“Cocoa,” Sheldon announced, reappearing from the kitchen with three mugs, “And it would seem so, hun. There are versions of us throughout the city, but some blue people who aren’t as well. Hybrids too. But the standard for us is coming here after… well…” he cringed and sidestepped the thought, “Usually there’s one blue person, one minion, and one metronian,” he pointed at Wayne.
Handing out the cocoa, he cradled his and sunk down into the couch opposite from Bell, just barely not touching Wayne. He was trying very hard, and somewhat failing, at restraining his saltiness about not being on Wayne’s lap himself.
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