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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.”

—

“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. 

“Yeah it’s… It’s weird.” Wayne sighs and is about to get up and get Bluebell’s jacket for her when Sheldon came out with the cocoa.

Taking his with a thankful look at his lover, he takes a few sips before leaning forwards to place it on the coffee table and watching Sheldon.

He could sense his feelings and with one quick motion, picked him up and pulled Sheldon onto his lap, burying his face in his neck and giving a gentle whine.

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.

—

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.

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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.”

—

“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.”

—

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.”

—

“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.”

—

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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Wayne fretted as he sat on the couch, constantly rubbing his hands over his face and through his hair, he didn’t care if he was smearing his tears all over his face, he felt absolutely wrecked, and he deserved it.

He wanted to go in there, he wanted to apologise profusely, do anything he could to let her know he was sorry, that he didn’t ever want to hurt her, that he was just a monster… Fuck, nothing would ever be good enough!

Wayne tried so hard not to listen, but it was hard not to, his super hearing picking up the sobs from the woman in the bathroom making him break down again, crying roughly into his hands.

Ignoring his nice clothing, Sheldon crawled into the shower with her, his arms wrapped firmly around her. He hummed gently as he rubbed her arms until she finally quieted, sniffling. All he could think was how grateful he was that Mets was out of the penthouse tonight, having been snuggled up with Devin earlier and that they’d left them together. The last thing this situation needed was a nosy, loud mouth dog in it. 

—

Bell stared at their fingers, threaded together, blue on blue. It was sort of magical, like a dream, except her ass still hurt too much for it to be a dream. With a shuddering breath, she finally asked what had been echoing through her head, “Why don’t you hate me?” she looked away, she voice so small and weak, “Don’t… I disgust you?”

–

It broke Sheldon’s heart, hearing that from her. God, how many times had he felt that was? And she was built like him… oh god, how much worse must that have been as a woman? Like that with the expectations of the human world?

Not even thinking it through, he moved over her, cupping her cheeks, “You’re gorgeous. Don’t even think otherwise,” he ran his thumb over her cheeks until she looked at him again, “Are you okay, though?”

—

Bell wasn’t sure how to answer that. How to take the kindness in his eyes. How real it all smelled. No one touched her softly accept for Wyn. Not since she’d grown. 

Swallowing, Bell licked her lips, “Ass hurts? Neck too. I’ll live,” chewing on her lower lip she finally whispered, “Do dicks normally? I’ve never… not with…”

—

“Oh god…” Sheldon paled, hands steady on her shoulders, “…Wayne was your first?”

—

With a shrug, her eyes shifted away. She’d only ever been with Wynette before now, “First guy, yeah…”

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Wayne let out soft sobs as Sheldon finally touched him and it was gentle stroking of his hair making him slide his own hands out of it and cup his lover’s hands in his own, against his hair and then down against his face, burying it into those smooth, blue palms and whining.

“Y-yes… Please, make sure she’s alright, please…” Wayne whispers brokenly, unable to believe Sheldon saying that he was making it out to be worse than it was.

It was already the worst!

Asking him not to do anything stupid? Fuck, what else could he do but sit here and panic?
“I hate myself, I hate myself so fucking much…” He whimpers while letting Sheldon go to let him check on Bluebell, curling up on himself again and crying quietly.

Chewing on his lower lip, Sheldon decided to reserve judgment on whether or not that level of hate was warranted until after he spoke with the girl. Letting his hand trail over Wayne’s shoulder as he left, Sheldon made his way over to the bathroom. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he wrapped lightly on the door, one arm hugging himself. 

“Do… you need help” he called softly, chewing on his lower lip as he shifted from one foot to the other, “Is it okay if I come in?”

—

Bell tightened her grip on her knees, glaring at the shower floor, “s’fine,” she grumbled with a shrug even if he couldn’t see. Her accent slipped back to street slang, “Yer house.”

— 

Another deep breath and Sheldon opened the door. Her scent hit him hard, the heat of the shower only made it worse. Oh breathing didn’t help at all, but he closed the door behind himself and made his way over to the edge of the shower. He’d been winding down for the evening, in a silk robe, a tank top, and yoga pants. Taking the robe off, he hung it on a hook and sat down on the lip of the tub. 

She looked miserable. Bruises and a bite mark standing out starkly on her skin. Stomach in knots, Sheldon reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly, “It’s going to be okay,” god, she looked just like how he’d felt that night. He’d cried in the shower too, “You’re not alone…”

—

Bell jerked at the touch, watering green eyes flashing up to meet eyes so much like hers. Chest heaving, she couldn’t hold back her sobs as she saw blue skin against hers. That comforting scent. Memories of childhood and those words… all she wanted was to be held. 

— 

Her small plaintive movements toward him had Sheldon reaching out towards her, drawing her into an embrace, foreheads pressed together. It was like reaching into the past; as if he could give his younger self exactly what he’d needed back then. 

“Shhh, shhhh,” he murmured, rubbing circles on her back as she cried, “I’ve got you. It’s okay.”