Try To Sort This Mess Out

"You better follow her and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid." Doe reprimands you. "Go try and salvage the clusterfuck you created."

"R-right." You reply and get to you feet shakily. You are still a little unbalanced from the crazy sex you just had.

"NOW!" Doe yells at you angrily.

"I'm going, I'm going!" you reply, getting your clothing back in order. "Keep you pants on."

"Once of us had to." She mutters unhappily. You groan, a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance filling you, as you head into the kitchen. You spot Cinderella sobbing into the corner of the room, her body shaking. You feel like such a toolbox.

"C-Cinderella?" You ask softly. Her body stiffens and she tries to stifle her crying.

"My...my lord...please excuse my appearance." She replies without turning around. "I'm afraid I feel...um...somewhat..." Her words die out as she starts to cry again.

"I am so sorry." You start off with an apology. "I shouldn't have done that to you back there."

"No, no." She shakes her head. "You did something wonderful for me. Something I never thought I would ever experience." She gulps and continues to try and talk between tears. "It is my fault for getting so attached and forgetting my place. I am but a servant girl and I should not have expected anything beyond what kindness I have been blessed with from you."

Your heart breaks at her words and you walk over to her, hugging her from behind. She flinches, as if she has never been hugged before. You remember that that might not be too far off. "Don't think like that. You deserve as much happiness as anyone." She breaks down again, but turns around and buries her head in your chest. You hold her close and she lets you support her. She cries into your chest for a good long while and you stay put as she does. You owe her that much. You notice Doe watching you from the counter.

"You are a kind man, my lo...John." Cinderella says finally, after the tears stop.

"No, I'm just a pervert who took advantage of a poor girl." You say. You hurry and continue before she can interrupt with more platitudes. "I want to make it up to you. Let me take you to the ball. I will get you the man you deserve."

"You mean...?" She looks up into your eyes.

"Yes. The prince. I can make this work out for you." You say.

"That's ludicrous, my lord." Cinderella shakes her head. Then she stops and looks back up at you. "Can you really get me the Prince?"

"Of course I can!" You grin. "Leave it to me!" Cinderella smiles and, leaning up on her tip-toes, kisses your cheek.

"Thank you." She says. "You are amazing, John." Her cheeks then flush red and she clears her throat. Her voice is low and soft when she continues. "And while we wait...maybe we could do what we did before? If you don't think your lady will mind?"

"We might be able to pencil something like that in." You say with a grin. "As long as you are okay with it being platonic."

"Of course." Cinderella smiles. Then she runs a hand through her hair. "Ahem...let me go compose myself." She says hastily. "I must look dreadful from all that weeping. Excuse me." You nod and the girl disappears around a corner.

"Unbelievable. " Doe says from the counter. "Just un-fucking-believable. Only you can end up salvaging your relationship with that fragile girl, get her to agree to go to the ball and get her to sleep with you again all at the same time."

You shrug. "It's a gift."

"At least I know I chose a capable interloper, if not a horny meddling one." She sighs. "Okay...so what next? Should we check up with Cinderella or go find some way into the ball?"