Jamie tensed just the slightest bit as Nadia rested her head against her shoulder and started to cry.<i>Run! You broke the straight girl! Run!!</i>. Guilt, sympathy, and a surprising bit of tenderness from who the fuck knew where flared up and she willed her body to relax. Arms wrapped around Nadia as she cried it out, and she continued to gently rub her back and whisper ‘It’s all okay’. It was the sort of emotional closeness she had been hoping to distance herself from in order to be able to cope with committing such intimate sexual acts with strangers. But that plan was slowly going up in flames as she realized just how impossible that would be; Nadia didn’t need her to be an ice queen or a playful puppy right now. She needed Jamie to be a more emotional creature than that.<i>Son of a bitch…</i><br/><br/>“Stop apologizing, please…you don’t need to be sorry, promise. It’s not your fault we pushed too hard. It’s –ours-.” Jamie’s voice stayed soft, gentle, and almost motherly, as if she were indeed talking to a small child that was apologizing for something that wasn’t their fault. She didn’t want Nadia to be upset about the whole mess and take away only bad memories from the whole experience. Her and Carl had been the ones in control, not Nadia, it was more –their- fault than hers. But they were new Doms, they were –all- new, and strangers for the most part; things like this were just going to happen as they figured it out and got to know each other.<br/><br/>A light kiss to one of Nadia’s burning red cheeks was given before the taller girl pulled away and stepped back. Jamie scooted herself down to the edge of the table, legs dangling off the side as she sat there to just listen and watch. She couldn't breathe? Was she an asthmatic? Had panic attacks? Or was it because her and Carl had sandwiched poor Nadia in the middle too tightly...probably that last one. Jamie knew she probably would have freaked out way sooner than the taller girl in that position, maybe that was indeed where things had gone wrong.<br/><br/>Carl had now wrapped Nadia in a light hug from behind and was doing an amazing job being gentle; the blonde couldn’t help but smile. It was nice to see that Mr. Soccer All-star had a couple of sensitive bones in his body. And here she had just thought he was some domineering musclehead, who knew!<br/><br/>Green eyes meandered their way across the scene before her until finally they came to rest on Nadia’s wrists. Fuck…those had to be really sore right now. Had she really tied the bindings that tight? Her brow furrowed a bit in worry that she had accidentally hurt the other girl…maybe she’d practice on herself some more before tying another person down.<br/><br/>“Carl’s right…you were great Nadia. And you really shouldn’t leave upset…it’ll just bug you the whole day, yanno? Like going to bed angry… Maybe you should wait a bit before going to dance class anyways? Your wrists are…kinda…uhh…” Jamie bit her lower lip and glanced pointedly down at them. If it were on one it would be easy to explain, Jamie sometimes got them if she slipped while climbing and got tangled up in her rope…but rope marks on –both-…yeah there’s only one kind of explanation for that: you’re a sexual deviant. Nadia probably didn’t need people teasing her after she left here to make matters worse.<br/><br/>“Can I see, please?” She hopped off the table and held out her hand. When Nadia gave her one of her wrists, her fingers lightly danced over the red marks. They were a little more purple as if it were just a circulation problem rather than an angry sort of red like a burn, that was good at least. “It’ll probably go away in an hour or so... It’s not a rope burn at least; that would’ve stuck with you for almost a whole day." Jamie's fingers lightly traced both sides of her wrist, trying to help soothe the mark before she brought Nadia's hand up, kissed her wrist lightly, then released her. "How about…you stick around like Carl said. We all talk out what went wrong, and I’ll give you a ride wherever you need to go so you’re not late, deal?”