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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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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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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.