Fitting Back Together

The Happiest

"I'm still not easy," Magna mumbled against her breast.

It took a moment for Yumiko to place what she was talking about.

Felt tired amusement settle in her chest the instant she did. "Mm hmm."

"I'm not."

"Of course you aren't, sweetie."

Magna narrowed her eyes. "I'll have you know that I had sex like a hundred times before anyone actually managed to get me off."

The smug expression on her face was almost enough to make Yumiko laugh, instead she bit her lip, straining to keep her amusement in check. "Congratulations?"

Magna nodded shortly, accepting this as nothing less than her due.

You're ridiculous.

"So who was the talented person that actually achieved this rare feat?" She had the insane urge to send them a gift basket for finally managing to break the terrible streak that had apparently been set by Magna's previous sexual partners.

"Not important."

But the answer came so quick, so casually that Yumiko doubted its truth. She wondered whether it had happened when Magna was in prison. That was, after all, when she'd experienced her first sexual encounter with a woman. And she'd been reluctant to talk about it ever since Yumiko hadn't been able to hide her discomfort the first time the matter was dropped in conversation.

It was hard not to be discomforted, though, when she knew that encounter had taken place during Magna's first year in prison and her state of mind had been. . .

Questionable.

Yumiko may not have known her then but she'd read the court transcripts, had gone over those very same transcripts with Magna, navigating around the significant holes in her memory - and that was without getting into what recollections Magna had been both able and willing to share with her.

Consent in prison was a thorny issue on its own but the dissociative state Magna had clearly been in for the first part of her stay added another, even more disquieting layer. Even if it had mostly worn off after she'd turned eighteen, she still hadn't been. . . right.

At the same time, Yumiko was the only one who'd ever displayed any discomfort over the matter and there was always the strong possibility that she was projecting. Or the fact that she'd spent the majority of her career helping people whose consent had been violated clouded her judgment. Predisposed her to a certain kind of bias.

For all she knew, that encounter could have been a positive moment in Magna's life, and one of the few that she'd been allowed to have in prison. After all, she'd only ever become uncomfortable when she'd noticed that Yumiko was. Which hadn't been at all her intention.

Not wanting to reawaken that discomfort, she resolved not to voice her theory. If it was something Magna wanted to talk about, she would. Otherwise it was best to let sleeping giants lie.

Far less likely to get crushed that way.

Magna's bun had come loose at some point during their earlier activities, the hair tie lost amongst the sheets. Yumiko ran her hands through the strands now, feeling the soft curls that had become so distant to her.

"Remember what I said about no comment?" Carefully, she extricated her fingers from a tangle, leaving it be before delving back into the familiar tresses. "You don't have to tell me anything but I can tell that it is important."

Magna huffed. "Let's just say they were some Grade A asshole that made Randy look like the finest of gentlemen."

"His name was Randy?"