Explanations are made, and things calm down with some cuddling

“Johnny, Johnny, wake up, wake up!”

A voice finally snaps him out of it, and Johnny wakes from the hallucination to find himself staring up at Grace. A look of alarm is on her face as she’s been desperately trying to shake him awake. She seems to have laid him down on the middle of the bed, him seeing the ceiling behind her as she leans over him. Grace gives a deep sighs of relief as she sees appears to have come back to reality. His eyes blinking, and flicking around with recognition of the room a sign that he’s back with her.

“Oh thanks goodness, Johnny are you alright?” Grace asks there still a good bit of concern in her voice as she puts her hand to Johnny’s fore head to check for a fever.

“I-I think so OUCH!” Johnny yelps in pain, him instinctively trying to use his injured arm to sit up forgetting it’s still hurt.

“Here, here, allow me.” Grace insists, her carefully slipping her left hand under his back, and her right behind his head as she slowly lifts him to sit up right.

Johnny looks around for a minute his mind starting to piece together what happened before he passed out. As it all comes back to him he shifts back a little on the bed moving away from Grace still worried she might interrogations him again about the money. So fearful is he of the ebony woman in this moment that he brings a hand to shield his injured arm. The irrational part of his mind telling the boy that Grace might just attempt to attack this weak position if he doesn’t defend it. As he touches it though, Johnny once again whinges in pain as a terrible stinging sensation shoots up from his wrist to shoulder.

“BOY ahem Johnny, please I’m not going to hurt you.” Grace catches herself just before she snaps at Johnny, her making a conscious effort to talk use a more tender tone before she speaks.

Of course she only is tempted to yell at the boy because she sees he’s causing himself unnecessary pain.

“I-I didn’t steal anything I promise!” Johnny blurts out before Grace any say anything more his mind still the thought of what Grace must think of the money.

Grace seeing Johnny about to get agitated again she quickly backs up but only a little, her fearful that he might be foolish enough to do something that might end up hurting himself.

“Never mind that now, tell me you don’t have pain flaring up here.” Grace asks pointing to Johnny’s arm.

“Y-yeah it’s fine really.” Johnny nods him more concerned with making sure Grace knows he’s innocent then his own well being.

“J-just ask Ashlyn she’ll tell you I didn’t steal the money.” He insists again not letting the issue go.

“Alright, alright I will text her and ask right now.” Grace says her making a motion with her hand as she takes out her phone.

With it seeming like Johnny is obsessing over the fact that their still might be some doubt that he got the money through dubious means, Grace figure it is best to just clear up this incident instead for trying to get Johnny to forget about it. Johnny watches intently as Grace types on her phone anxiousness in his stomach as he waits for there to be a response. To both Johnny, and Grace’s surprise Grace’s phone dings back almost right away. With Ashlyn texting back after only two minutes of waiting.

“Hmmm.” Grace has look of thoughtfulness on her face on she scans the message.

“W-well?” Johnny asks, a nervous lump in his throat.

“This is what she had to say.” Grace says turning the screen for Johnny to see.

Looking at the screen Johnny sees a message from Grace that reads. {apologizes for messaging you so late in the night lady Ashlyn, but there is a matter of utmost importance I must discuss with you.}

Bellow that message is Ashlyn response, which is a series of texts. {lol this is about the money I gave Johnny isn’t it, sorry I probably should have told you but I didn’t want to make my dear baby sister think I was muscling on her territory lol \^+^/}

{JK JK but seriously the kid looked like he could use the cash \o.o/ such a little darling can’t go with out being spoiled with some pocket money, though immediately I got the vibe he was to polite to ask Stell for any, so I insisted he take some from me ^v^!!!}

{But plzzz keep this on a need to know basis I didn’t want Stella finding out about this. I don’t want her thinking I getting the notion that I don’t think she’s capable of caring John there. She lives in my shadow enough as is Grace ~_~}

{I know I overstepped a little here :( but my tender soul got the better of me O^O!}

{Plzzz Grace don’t let my sis know she’s got enough trouble with self esteem, with out her thinking I’m trying to cut in on this caretaker roles she’s taken her with darling Johnny T-T}

Johnny breathes a sigh of relief. In his head he silently gives his thanks to Ashlyn. Grateful that she is kind enough, and has enough tact to pick up he needed her to lie on his behalf. It’s actually really impressive with just vague message from Grace she was able to deduce the situation immediately. Truly behind that wild flamboyant exterior, lies a sharp, and adept woman who not only survives, but thrives in the corporate world. For a moment Johnny wasn’t exactly sure she would pick up on what was going on when Grace texted her. Yet it seems his worry was misplaced as Ashlyns quick thinking, and ability to read the situation has made it quite clear that she really was once groomed to be the heir to the prestigious QUEENS empire.

“See, see I told you.” Johnny says as he points at the phone screen, the surge of bold vindication making him forgot he is still naked as while he extends his arm to point he accidentally uncovers his chest.

“I can see that...” Grace says her words a double entendre as she flicks down her eyes down to Johnny bare chest.

Her gaze only lingering there long enough to make sure Johnny realizes he has exposed himself. Which he does quickly covering his nipples with his one good arm while he turns his head to try to hide his reddening face. Grace holds in a chuckle in response to the boys little slip up her only allowing herself a small smirk before turning her attention back to the phone.

Quickly she types out a message for Ashlyn.
{Thank you for the fast reply Lady Ashlyn, while your attentions were noble please refrain from such secrecy in the future, the family tree has to many hidden agendas as is, we don’t need secret coming between your relationship with lady Stella as well.}

Ashlyn again response quickly. {Lol yeah I getcha sorry! >~</ have a good night, and Grace watch over my sis for me will you darling?}

Grace then concludes their conversation with in final message.
{I am always looking out for the well-being of Lady Stella of that you have my word on that Lady Ashlyn, may you sleep well}

With that Grace puts the phone back into her pants pocket this leaving a small time of silence in the air as Grace, and Johnny kind of just stare at each other for a second. The cogs seem to be turning in both their heads, each one of them reformatting their thinking and approach to the site after Ashlyn’s “revelation”.

“Johnny...” Grace is the first one to speak, exhaling deeply Johnny sees there’s a slightly bit of relief on her face.

A reaction that’s a bit weird to Johnny, shouldn’t he be the only one relieved right now? It’s not like Grace, and Stella were in any trouble for something he did right?

“Please be more cautious who you accept things from in the future, Ashlyn, and James, and Stella’s father may be an exception to this rule but help from any other family members is taking fruit from a poisoned tree so to speak.” Grace speaks with a calm yet sternness about her.

“H-huh what do you mean?” Johnny asks not really picking up on WHY she is telling him not to do such.

Of course he isn’t planning to blatantly defy Grace as he doesn’t want to make her angry or do her wrong. What she is asking him seeming reasonable enough after all, yet he wants to know exactly WHY he shouldn’t accept anything from the other family members.

“It’s because their’s no such thing as a free ride to borrow the term, in this family if some one gives you something that once can deem substantial it’s a guarantee some one will come to collect.” Grace explains a sense of distain coming from her as she lays out the reality.

“Collect, w-what would some one want to collect from me?” Johnny squeaks, him attempting to cover up more of his nudity as the though of perhaps his body being the payment crosses his mind.

“It’s not you they would collect from, its lady Stella who they would claim owed them a debt since you’re under her charge.” Grace shakes her head dispelling Johnny misunderstanding.

“They would use them helping you as leverage over Lady Stella.”

“Would some one even like Haruto do that?” Johnny asks him not able to picture that sweet boy he meet at the party pulling something so underhanded.

“I said SOME ONE would look to collect a favor not necessarily the same person who offered you help, even if Haruto innocently enough wanted to assist you with something no strings attached some one connected to him like a brother, father, or more likely a female relative, or lover could invoke a favor from Stella on his behalf, even if he was against such a thing.” Grace’s eyes are cast downwards as she speaks her clearly finding this practice in the family detestable despite how common place it was.

“And what would happen if Stella didn’t want to return the favor?” Johnny asks him feeling like he might be prying to much, but his curiosity spurns him forward to inquire none the less.

“I would be a down right disaster, while technically Stella’s mother has complete control over the QUEENS conglomerate, a big part of its continued success is due to the family, there really isn’t much nepotism here despite how prude everyone acts a majority of the family members preform so well in whatever role they have they are almost irreplaceable, those in the family are expected to give it one hundred precent it’s in part why so many of them are always vying for more power they want to reap as much reward as they can for how much effort they put in.”

Grace paused for a second before continuing making sure that Johnny is able to follow along with what she’s saying.

“That’s why even if Stella’s mother can crack the whip occasionally to get every one behaving she can’t rule through **** alone she sometimes has to appease the other members of the family tree, like giving rewards or returning favors, that goes for almost everyone else in the finally tree, it’s a give and take relationship, if some one fails to reciprocate some reasonable debt protests brake out, and usually this will result in family members purposely hindering the business until Stella’s mom resolved the conflict.”

Again Grace pauses, let herself catch a quick breath before continuing.

“However if some one like Stella is viewed as not honoring the give take relationship that gives some one leverage over Rose herself, after all if those of her direct family are show to be flaunting the I scratch your back you scratch mine dichotomy with out Rose giving them consequences their would be out right rebellion, the whole company would grind to a halt with protests from those not of the main family, of course Rose could just fire everyone who isn’t falling in line, but the family is a huge part of what keeps QUEENS successfully, any outsider replacement undoubtably just wouldn’t be as good.”

“So to avoid that Stella would have do what ever some one asked her if I took any money for them?” Johnny asks him seeming to grasp what Grace is saying now.

“With in reason he’s, and if she didn’t they would take their demands to Rose, and if Rose didn’t give them what they wanted, well you know what I said about the company grinding to a halt.” Grace sighs her glad to finally be done with that long winded explanation.

“That....sounds like some sort of black mail.” Johnny speaks hesitantly, his pitch going higher as if he’s posing his statement as a question, him not wanting to act like he is able to make even an inference about this complex family business.

“Indeed, yet such a thing is often par for the course in QUEENS, shady alliances and all such.” Grace sighs, confirming Johnny’s tepid inference.

“I-I see, but before you didn’t mention Stella’s mom as one of the exceptions to the people I could take something from does that mean...” Johnny trails off him daring not to finish his sentence in case he causes offense.

Grace sighs again.

“No I didn’t misspeak Rose is a...” Grace stops to think for a second, her making sure to choose her words carefully.

“No I shouldn’t speak on the matter further it’s not my place.” Grace says her suddenly standing up from the bed.

“Come let’s get you in your pajamas.” She says going over to dresser.

Grabbing the sleep wear she comes back over to Johnny who slowly unwinds from the ball he had curled up into to cover his privates. Grace then sets about dressing the boy, her being even gentler this time while clothing him.

First is the plain white bra, Grace taking her time in hooking it around Johnny’s bad arm, and feeding it up to his body before having him bring his other arm over, and put it through. This method minimizing the movement of his arm. After hooking the notice in the back for Johnny the bra is in place. The young blonde glad that his nips are now hidden away.

Next is the panties this part being a lot more embarrassing. With Grace motioning for Johnny to spread his legs apart a little so she can get the undies on him. With it being hard for Johnny to move with out risking his arm, Grace pulls the panties up the entirety of his lower limbs. Johnny having to sit up a moment so that she can get all the way, to covering his cock, and butt.

After that comes grown, their being a sent of lavender coming form the piece that Johnny can detect as Grace holds it up to him. She uses the same method she did with the bra, injured arm first then, the good arm. With the outfit then completely Johnny gives himself a cursory glance in the mirror. The reflection he sees it just uncanny. It’s him yet it’s like him from another universe, gone is that tomgirl overtone that he usually exudes. In place of that aura of subtle self reliance, and independence is now an air of boyish vulnerability.

The image of him sitting neatly on the bed with his legs together, and his hands by his side while Grace stands over him seems to further empathize an air of traditional gender dynamics’s. The strong female standing over delicate maiden male as she caringly assists the man to rest. With that butler outfit, Graces wearing, and the fancy room on top of that it’s almost like a scene from one of the fantasy books Johnny’s read.

A fact that makes the boy feel veryyy flustered. Him both loving, and hating how he looks right now. Feeling torn by both the high of the experiencing fantasy made real, and the low of how fragile he looks right now. Ugh he never expected that he end up in such a compromising state.

Really looking like some a manly man, even when Ashlyn was taking those naked pictures he didn’t feel this much on the back foot. Johnny shakes his head, maybe it’s just because he can see his reflection. Surely if was able to view himself making erotic poses for the camera he’d be feeling exposed then he does right now.

Then as almost an attempt to see how much more red in the face Johnny can get Grace scopes up Johnny groom style so that she can position him comfortable under the covers. Heart fluttering with another mental image from a scene in his romance book, and twist in his stomach from embarrassment Johnny buries his face into his hands, trying to avoid Grace look at him going totally beat red.

“Heh, tell me is this a comfortable position?” Grace asks with a grin as she tucks Johnny in under the covers, her gently laying his head down into the pillow at the head of the bed.

“Y-y-yeah.” Johnny responds as he bites down on his lower lip, not appreciating Grace clearly getting a kick out of him blushing like this.

Surely there is a more stoic way to put him into bed Johnny thinks frowning as he starts to settle into the mattress. Him then noticing just how nice of a bed this truly is. So dang soft, it’s like lying on a cloud. The pillow too, Johnny’s never felt such comfortable and firm neck support! He can really get used to sleeping like this. Just then though there’s a ruffling of clothing, and Johnny looks to see Grace as discarded her gloves, and now is unbuttoning her vest.

“ I hope you don’t mind but I’ve decided that the situation calls for me to join you in bed.” Grace says nonchalantly as she finishes taking off her vest, and has already started taking off her pants.

Eyes nearly bugging out of his head, Johnny stutters.

“What-what?!?” He exclaims mouth agape.

Before Johnny can protest, Grace dresses down to just a pair of stripped boxers. The display of the now half naked butler cashing Johnny brain to short out for a second. He can’t stop his wandering eye from being pulled towards the butler’s body. Surprisingly she has quite the feminine form. She’s no bulging muscular alpha female to be sure, but under that prim, and proper uniform she wears is a surprising well toned body.

Unbeknownst to Johnny Grace took the liberty of sticking to a strict work out schedule during her free time when not in service of lady Stella. As while her duties as a butler usually only involve menial though constant work, she made a committed effort to stay in shape, not wanting to be unable to provide assistance in strenuous activities if her lady required it. As well she is also a representative of the QUEENS brand as she worked for them, she can’t exactly embarrass Stella or the family by getting pudgy.

That visual appeal of her effort most certainly has an effect on Johnny. Him appreciating Grace’s lean form. His gaze traveling across her, arms, and shoulders. Those limbs of her’s having a subtle hint of muscle on them. As well Johnny examines how her abdomen, and stomach are rather tight. There even being a light out line of what looks like a developing six pack on her belly. With this physique, he realizes it’s not really a surprise that she was able to womanhandle that Willow girl back at the party.

Besides the physical part of her body born of consistent exercise is one other part of Grace that catches Johnny attention. Her chest... her breasts... her boobs... her tits... whatever name they go by, those ebony twin peaks fight for Johnny’s attention. They are plump, yet also firm each boob a smooth sphere shape. The circumference is about the size of a soft ball, with two little chocolate chip like nipples standing up proudly. The vest Grace wears must construct her chest some what because Johnny is sure she didn’t look, this big with her clothes on.

Sticking his tongue out about half an inch Johnny wets his lips while his heart beat starts to increase. His mouth feels dry, his cock twitches, his toes curl. Squeezing his eyes shut Johnny tries to suppress the reaction he’s having, yet he can’t. Even as he blinds himself from those boobs his mind just recreates the image in his head, along with Ashlyn’s breasts as well. Ashlyn... she did say that she’s seen some boys have fetish, if others really have such desires is this sort of lust alright? Is it really okay, Johnny thinks as he slowly opens his eyes again. Once dry his mouth is now watering as he is allows himself to stare at Grace. Him indulging this strange perversion. Before he fully goes under again though the situation of what’s going on comes back into Johnny’s mind.

“Wait, you’re our not serious right?” Johnny asks him snapping out of the trance.

“Of course you still haven’t any where near fully recovered, me sleeping with you will not only give you easy access to my assistance if you need something and wake in the night, but it will also allow me to prevent you from tossing, and turning while you sleep, which might result in you hiring yourself if you roll over on to your arm or what not.” Grace explains her words being mostly truthful.

The only part of her reasoning she emits being that she also wants to lay with Johnny to provide him with some companionship. Not as in the same vain of a lover or anything quite so illicit, but as a tender touch to the soul. Emotional support to put it bluntly, Grace feeling that Johnny’s heart is in need of healing right now just as much as his bruised body. She can sense that there’s wounds on his mind, and soul.

Yet unlike the physical damage he suffered from the crash, theses mental injuries are much harder to deduce a origin for or tell just how long they’ve been their. After all it’s obvious it’s not just the crash itself that has made Johnny this way. The way he froze up during the party spoke to something more, perhaps some deep seeded trauma?

Whatever the case Grace is positive Johnny has had a difficult life on the streets, and she suspects that him ending in front of the car yesterday might not have been an accident on his part. Of course Grace isn’t suggesting insurance fraud or anything like that. The way he so vehemently denied stealing the money he got, made it clear that despite his dire situation on the streets the boy held to a conviction of not taking from others. No her thinking is more along the lines of Johnny’s having a much more tragic goal in mind that day when he collided with their car. Still as much as she’d like to probe Johnny on his past, and mental state during that night, she doesn’t think now is the right time to be interrogating him.

“I-I guess that makes sense...” Johhny says him shuffling his feet under the covers as he looks down at his knees.

He isn’t entirely sure Grace’s logic checks out to him, but having some one in bed with him might actually be a positive. Perhaps it might help stave off another hallucination episode of he can physically feel some one there with him. Johnny’s mind did some times tend wander during the night. Wander deep into a dark place that he can’t pull himself out off. Wander were bad memories lie. With Grace there though perhaps he can keep his thoughts on the brighter side.

There’s then a subtle blush on Johnny’s face as thinks more about sharing a bed with Grace. It starting to dawn just how intimate things have gotten. With particularly idea of her holding him in her strong womanly embrace, letting his manful imagination get the better of him. A chapter of one of those fantasy romance books flashes in his mind. Specifically an event where a new boy who has just become a castle maid has steamy encounter with an respected, and experienced female head of staff. Her coming upon his room in the dead of midnight. The maid being caught of guard as he’s slowly woken to the sensation of the head of staff’s hands on his body. Johnny gets all hot under the collar just thinking about the chapter, as it draws more then a few parallels with his current situation.

Grace then pulls up the covers, and slips into bed besides Johnny. He makes a small squeak as the weight of the bed shifts with her presence, her carefully shuffling around to find a comfortable position under the blanket. A shutter then runs up Johnny’s spine as he feels the touch of Grace’s hands against his body.

“Let me know if there’s any discomfort I don’t want to hurt you Johnny.” Grace tells Johnny as she slowly moves her arms around him.

Carefully she slips her left arm under his body, slipping it in just below where his ribs are. Then she moves her right arm underneath Johnny’s injured arm, her being extra careful to not cause Johnny any pain as she does so. With that Johnny is full enveloped in a warm embrace. Graces hands meeting together as her fingers interlock around Johnny stomach her making a conscious effort to avoid touching the boy’s, chest or get to low to his hips.

After all she is attempting to comfort Johnny not come on to him. Even still Johnny himself can’t help but, feel his heart beat start to race. It’s just alone in bed with a woman... Her strong arms cradling him gently... Johnny bites his lower lip, god this really is just like that one scene from that book! Just then Grace pulls herself closer against Johnny. Him glad that he is facing away from her as his whole face goes flush. Her breasts now pressing against his back the two, are now hip to hip, butt to crouch. Johnny feeling like he pass out as Grace intertwines her longer legs around his own.

“Are you comfortable like this Johnny, I hope that I’m not being to clingy.” Grace says with a small smirk revealing a bit as she can see poor boy is more then a little flustered.

“U-u-uh yeah it’s fine, y-you got strong arms, a-and your warm it’s like being in a heated blanket.” Johnny replies him fumbling his words some what as he speaks.

“Well that’s quite the compliment coming from a pretty boy like yourself Johnny.” Grace grins her rubbing Johnny stomach a little to show her gratitude for the compliment.

Johnny squeaks again, Grace’s finger tips tickling him some what as her hands glide over his smooth tummy. The night gown he’s wearing so thin it practically feels like she touching his bare skin.

“Now then you’ve had a long day, try to get some rest okay.” Grace says in a gentle tone.

“Right...” Johnny nods him now just realizing how tired he was.

Today’s events really took a lot out of him, mentally as well as physically. Closing his eyes he makes himself comfortable. The stillness of the room washes over Johnny the only sound he can he is the slow rhythmic breathing of Grace. It feels safe in her arms, that direct physical contact of another life here having a calming effect. Everything starts to become both light, heavy at the same time. Tranquility rises, as the hold of Johnny consciousness mind slowly starts to slip away. That sense of self falling, fading as the subconscious begins to take hold. A warm buzz is in Johnny’s chest, peace of mind becomes of peace self. All guards let down, every defense is put while sleep envelopes like a warm blanket. The land of dreams calling his name...