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Sheldon relaxed the moment he was back in Wayne’s arms were he belonged, melting into his man’s embrace. Threading his fingers through Wayne’s hair, he murmured, “I think your jacket was still in the bathroom.” 

He didn’t really mean to kick Bell off the couch… but he was also very needy and the reassurances from his mate were necessary.

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Chewing on her lip and feeling like she was intruding on the couple, Bell stood, “I’ll just go and… call Wyn…”

Clutching the cocoa cup close to her, she retreated to the bathroom for her jacket. Taking a sip of the chocolate she hummed in delight, shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. As good as Minion made.

Wayne nuzzled into Sheldon’s neck as his hair was stroked, whole body giving a shudder and once Bell was out of the room he broke down into repeated “I’m so sorry, i’m so fucking sorry” ‘s while clutching Sheldon tightly to him, trying to control the trembling he felt throughout.

His arms wrapped around Wayne’s head, Sheldon sighed, “I’m not angry that it happened, just how it happened,” lips drawn down into a soft frown, he tried not to get overwhelmed by Wayne’s emotions, “It just can’t happen like this again babe.”

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Bluebell dug her phone out of her jacket pocket. Gripping the case like a pair of knuckles, she found a private area in the penthouse to give the two lovers space and to call her own. This hadn’t ever come up before, though the general idea had been discussed before. Leaning back against a wall, Bell took a deep breath and punched up Wynette Scott’s contact. 

Her secret lover/nemesis was listed in her phone as a sexy ghost under a candy corn shower from last Halloween. Holding her phone to her ear, Bell chewed on the lower lip as she listened to the ring. One arm wrapped around herself in a hug of self-comfort. Please have everything be okay. Wyn was too important to her to loose over something stupid like this.