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Set the morning after my fic The Prince (also in this series).
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- Part 5 of Missing Scenes
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Protective team
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He indulged in squeezing Bitty hard but not enough to hurt. He and Ransom had found, after The Talk Shitty had given them a few months ago, that Bitty loved this kind of smothering.“Touch starved; it’s why Bitty jumps a mile whenever someone gets near him if he didn’t see them coming. He’s not used to trusting it when people touch him.”
Shitty looked like some sort of druid or mage, sat in a hanging cloud of smoke as the living room darkened into mid-evening. He leaned intently from where he was crouched on the sofa chair and pointed his blunt at the pair of them on the couch, as if he were casting a spell.
“Some of the fuckers Bitty grew up around would have treated him like poison when they worked out what he was. He’d have seen them recoil from being too near him. People who used to hug him and kiss him as a baby, would avoid so much as sitting next to him. Not just random assholes either. Family, close friends. Their kids too.”
Ransom’s and Holster’s faces were stricken in the slight glare of the Netflix home screen on the TV. They both looked down to where Bitty was tucked backwards under Holster’s arm and sleeping peacefully with his legs curled into a blanket.
“Little Bits?” Ransom whispered.
“No one could be like that to Bitty.” Holster’s voice was just as quiet.
Shitty’s expression remained dark and stern. He exhaled a plume of thick smoke from the sides of his mouth and nodded.
“So you two keep on doing what you’re doing. Pick him up, hold him, touch him wherever he won’t feel creeped out. I know Jack says Bitty’s off limits but don’t let Bitty know that or he’ll interpret it as you guys rejecting him. Not just sexually but as a friend. Aright?”
The pair of them nodded gravely. Bitty scrunched around Holster’s arm, sleeping on unawares.
Unseen on the stairs, Jack looked at nothing and gripped his hands together.
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Huddled at the stove top was Bitty, apron tied over Holster’s clothes, and Jack. They talked quietly and Bitty smiled up at Jack as if he’d hung the moon and stars.If Bitty ever looks at me like that, Holster thought, Jack and his rules can both take a fucking hike.