Wayne gasped as Sheldon growled that and pulled them up, allowing himself to stand while holding on to Bluebell and staring at Sheldon, swallowing thickly.
He haltingly nodded at everything he said, still finding it hard to believe thanks to the state he’d worked himself into, and felt even worse because he had yet to apologise to Sheldon properly, and let him know just how torn he was about it.
Wayne had a feeling Sheldon knew how roughed up he was inside over it but still… He wanted to make it right, somehow. Any way he could.
However he could also sense Bluebell’s distress and along with it making his worse, the sheer need to gather her up in his arms and cuddle it away was quickly overtaking him.
“Okay…” Wayne murmurs, running his hands over Bluebell’s shoulders before scooping her up gently and stepping out of the shower. Setting her down, he takes a big fluffy towel from the nearby cupboard and opens it up for the woman to step into and when she does, wraps it and his arms around her and begins to gently dry her off.
“Let’s… Let’s start again…?” He asks, looking between her and to Sheldon, his eyes still rimmed red from all the crying.
Bluebell gave a small gasp as she was lifted out of the tub, her blush going full rose. She really wasn’t used to getting treated so softly by anyone but Wyn. Never gave anyone the opportunity to. And now here was this man she’d been picking on for fun because he was cute, treating her like some sort of princess. Swallowing heavily she hugged the soft towel to herself, “Um… thanks.”
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“Right!” Sheldon announced, “Well if neither of you mind, I don’t want to wear wet clothing,” with that he stripped down bare and dropped the wet pants and tank top in the hamper and got his own towel, “You can have my robe, my dear, or I can go fetch you a clean one,” he gave a sympathetic smile and looked back to Wayne, “Get our guest comfortable and I’ll start up some cocoa and break out a new bottle of brandy.”
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Bell couldn’t help but let her eyes wander over Sheldon as he stripped. He wasn’t lying… his slit, the little stripe of fuzz… he was built like she was. Lost in wonder, it took a moment to realize she should respond further. She hated how soft she was right now. How weak. But she just couldn’t manage to get herself sorted, “That’s fine… I mean, the robe here is fine.”
Ducking her head slightly she accepted the silky fabric from him, sliding into it with a soft sigh. Princess. In fluff and silk with two pretty boys serving her… yeah a sore ass was definitely worth it for this.
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