Wayne shared Sheldon’s sentiment on wet clothing, having still been in his jeans. So he took them off and got himself a towel to wrap around his waist. After hanging up the towel he’d help dry Bluebell with, he came back over to her and lifted her again.
Carrying her out to the soft lounges, he sat in one and kept Bluebell on his lap, her bottom resting between his legs so that there would be no pressure on it.
Giving her a wavering smile, Wayne then began to stroke at her neck and shoulders, giving an apologetic gaze as his digits brush over the rough bite mark he’d made.
“I…Didn’t know it was your first…” He trails off, blushing and feeling horrible. Wayne couldn’t help it, it was just in him to feel bad about this.
Bell sucked in a breath as she was lifted up into his arms, her hands going to Wayne’s chest to steady herself. Chest hair… that was different, she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about it. Scruffing her fingers throw it with a thoughtful frown, “I am capable of walking you know,” she groused, getting a bit of her spunk back, “You’re good, but you’re not THAT good, big boy. I can, in fact, still feel my feet.”
At his comment, she scoffed, “Oh baby boy, all of this is well broken in,” she waved a hand up and down over her body, preening to cover the flip-flopping in her stomach. Not meeting his eyes, she admitted, “Just my first dick is all.”
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Sheldon disappeared into the master bedroom, chewing on his lower lip and trying and failing to not be jealous of the attention Wayne was giving to Bell. That was his lap. Blowing out a breath and steadying himself, he got a new robe and busied himself in the kitchen. He took longer than necessary, needing the time to remind himself that his being pissy wasn’t going to help things in the slightest. Besides, he didn’t want to upset Bluebell further. Any yelling at Wayne could happen later.
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