Awkward.

Pangs of guilt hit Jayne as she suddenly wished she had simply shown Maria her full self last night. But she wanted to address the questions in the order they were asked, even if she had to try very, very hard not to thrust her hips to try and feel her cock between Maria’s buns again.

Her face was crimson, “I did something... maybe kind of stupid. It’s just that I felt so safe, and at peace being held by you I was able to focus and meditate.”

Maria felt her heart flutter slightly at Jayne’s admission, she twitched involuntarily trying to maintain her composure, “go on.”

“I understand now, what that page was... or at least what it was trying to teach me, yesterday. I learned a spell. I can shape, at least my own, flesh and bone. All those at first beautiful and then frightening visions I saw were meant to show me the possibilities and a warning of what it might truly be capable of if carried to an ****.” She paused and looked away briefly, “I understood what it did I thought... but not how it worked until it was too late.”

Maria crossed her arms, which had the side effect of pushing her tits together in oh such a pleasant sight. At least in Jayne’s eyes. She started to shake with anger and closed her eyes.

Ten seconds later...

Breathing heavily Maria leaned down to whisper in Jayne’s ear, to better control herself and not shout at her, “you had damn well better listen to me, MIss Bronwen. First, yes that was stupid and reckless. But you didn’t know any better. Second, you were fine and beautiful as you were... not that” her eyes wandered over Jayne’s new breasts and nipples, her filled out curves and toned muscles showing now, “I mean... you’re still beautiful... I just. I- I-...” she sputtered for a moment having said far more than she meant to, quite flustered. “Third! Don’t you ever do that to me again! You scared me half to ****.” She willed the tears not fall, from her eyes in vain, and so instead she hid her face in the pillow next to Jayne’s softly sobbing, having gotten that out of her system.

Jayne felt like an asshole. She hadn’t taken any precautions, not that she knew what precautions she should have taken. She could’ve at least started by telling Maria. It had gone beyond merely trying to sate her curiosity. No matter how she tried to excuse her actions to herself, she came back realizing how selfish she’d been.

She did the only things she could do, apologize and try to make it right. She wrapped her arms around Maria and held her tightly. Try as she might to conceal her tears in the pillow, Jayne could still hear her pained sobs. “Maria... I fucked up. I am so, so sorry. So very sorry. I give you my word I will try to think these things through in the future, and take precautions. The first of which will be talking to you. I hope you can forgive me.”

Maria just laid there for a time, enjoying the contact and her warmth once again. She found herself relaxing slightly in Jayne’s arms and managed to calm down. “Of course I forgive you... it’s just... it’s weird. Okay. I don’t know how to handle feeling the way I do about you. Especially when I realize we’ve known each other less than I day, and I even tried to kill you in that meeting!”

‘Might as well rip the next bandage off while we’re at it,’ Jayne thought. “I wasn’t entirely honest with you either last night,” she felt Maria freeze up, but seemed to wait patiently to hear the rest, “I was shy for you to see me naked... yes. But I never really said why. What you felt poking you... yeah. I have... both sets of genitalia.” She felt Maria start to breathe again, but she remained quiet. “It’s... part of who I am... and even though I probably could’ve changed that about myself, I chose not to. Even if it’s been the source of a lot of misery for me.” Jayne closed her eyes a moment. The only sound was their combined breathing. “If you felt like things were left out at that meeting yesterday, that’s because they were. Miss Mallor, and Cecilia both knew... the former because I told her when she asked what happened to me that night, and the latter because there was no hiding it from her when she was in my mind.”

The silence was starting to become worrying for Jayne when Maria broke it first... “would you tell me then, what happened to you that night?” Learning the truth of the matter suddenly became important than the revelation about what was between Jayne's legs. There'd be time for that later.

Jayne felt a lump in her throat, “I’m ashamed of it... How much do you want to hear?”

“Tell me all of it, no more secrets, Jayne” Maria instructed her calmly, she still hadn’t moved a muscle to pull away yet, Jayne was afraid of letting go.

“It was Victoria Greer and her circle of sycophants. They discovered me despite me waiting until I thought the locker room was clear. That was at the end of school on Monday. P.E. was my last class. They taunted me, called me a freak. Pulled down my panties while one of them filmed it, I think it might’ve been Victoria but I wasn’t in much of a state to tell... They told me to cooperate, or they’d send it all around the school,” Jayne choked. “So... I did. They bound my ankles and wrists with tape... stuffed my panties in my mouth and taped it shut.” She trembled as she remembered the violation, “dunno which of them had it, but they got a vibrating dildo. T-they penetrated me with it. Tore my hymen... they kept using it on me, said they wanted to see if that ‘got both (my) parts off.’”

Maria was listening in horror, she couldn’t move. She couldn’t bring herself to look Jayne in the face right now, because she knew that she wouldn’t be able to stop crying if she could see the redhead’s eyes. She just laid there and continued to let Jayne hold her... part of her felt like a teddy bear right now. A stuffed animal held for comfort or even a sense of safety by a child. If that’s what Jayne needed her to be right now, Maria knew she’d damn well be that teddy bear.

“They eventually got bored of me. They stuffed the vibe back inside me and used that tape to secure it. Same deal as before one of them had a buttplug. They said it was ‘so (I) didn’t make a mess overnight’” Jayne’s voice had drifted off, there was no more emotion, only a cold detachment as she recalled the events. “So there I was, bound, gagged, both my holes stuffed, they stood me up, hobbled me to an open locker, and stuffed me in. One of them took one last photo of me tied up in there, I still remember what one of them said next ‘perfect’ like I was some kinda perverse art piece. They shut the locker and told me they ‘might’ be back to let me out the next day... I was in there overnight. At first, I shouted, I screamed, I cried. Either no one was still there to hear me, or they couldn’t. I was only found when I was because Tasya was heading into school early. I never did ask her how she found me though. Or how she got me out of there and back to her apartment... I guess I didn’t weigh much but she’s so short.”

It occurred to Jayne maybe she should check her phone, and send Tasya another text just so she didn’t worry, assuming she’d try to text her back yesterday. But right now she had no idea where it was and, understandably, didn’t feel like searching for it.

Maria moved just enough, it was enough for Jayne to get the hint and let her go so she could move. To Jayne’s relief, she didn’t pull away though. Instead, she shifted to lay down next to the redhead, facing her, and grabbed the covers to pull them back up over them both before embracing Jayne. Part of her burned with anger, a righteous fury to smite the creatures that had done this to her charge. But the most she could do now was be there for her. "I'm assuming the reason for not contacting authorities is because of Miss Greer's father?"

"Correct." The knight lightly touched her thumb to Jayne’s face, wiping away tears while she ran her other hand through the girl’s curly red hair. Jayne had a far-off stare despite looking right at her. “Maria...?” she asked. Her tone almost sounded like she just wanted to know she wasn’t alone.

“Mmhm? What is it, Jayne?” Maria previously had no clue how bad things had gotten for the girl. Experiencing that and then her powers manifesting themselves in such a violent way. The knight admired her strength. Cecilia’s reaction and subsequent behavior towards Jayne yesterday suddenly made a lot more sense to her.

“I think I might just be a little broken,” her eyes finally managed to focus on Maria. Her unlikely guardian angel. A bittersweet smile crept across her lips.

A selfish part of her felt sorry for asking Jayne about what happened, that part of her wished she never knew. But the rest of the sorrow was earnest. ‘No one should go through that,' she thought. Nevertheless, she was glad the redhead could share that with her even if it hurt them both right now. Thousands of thoughts and feelings, but trying to get them to coalesce together into something articulate was beyond her right now. “Even if you are, I will mend you” she had no idea where that came from as it left her tongue. But it was so factual, so authoritative it was as if a divine being spoke through her. Whether true or not, she did feel blessed to be in this girl’s presence. She embraced Jayne and kissed her on the forehead once more. “I don’t think anyone will mind if we sleep in today.”