Hard Time's

Hunger

You head back to Hellman Hall and help the baroness to her room as best you can. She has her staff bring her a pot of tea she sips from her cup she is wearing the most gorgeous dressing gown. You knock on the door of her office. 'Enter.' You look inside and see she is going over some sketches. '(y/n)' she frowns slightly. 'What do you want?' You almost laugh. 'I dont want anything.' You enter showing you have an ice pack wrapped in a towel. 'I figured it'd help soothe your ankle.' The baroness looks uncertain like you are playing a trick on her. 'That's thoughtful. Leave it there I'll get to it.' You frown. 'Don't be silly, just keep going I'll take care of it.' You grab the chair at the other side of the desk and sit it closer to her.

The baroness watches you take the seat with interest and you pat your lap suggestively making her double take. A smile breaks on your face. 'I mean your ankle.' She looks flustered and clears her throat and with grace lifts her leg placing her foot on your lap. 'Be careful.' she warns. You are, and you gently place the ice against the swelling she gives a slight hiss of discomfort causing you to quickly place a comforting hand under her calf. 'Shh it's okay.' The woman has the most gorgeous smooth legs you have ever seen you note as you massage her leg. When you look up you see the baroness is studying your ever move you smile brightly. 'What are you working on?' she passes you a few sketches and you spend the rest of the night collaborating with her.

When you leave her you feel disheartened and actually can't wait to get up at 5 am to spend time with your baroness again. When you are next at the house of baroness she has you upstairs sketching everyone is nervous as she walks around. You are too but for a different reason, she approaches you from behind. You can feel her as she leans over your shoulder to examine your work. Her necklace swings forward gracing your face as she comments on your work. Not that you can hear a word she is saying her cleavage is eye level when you turn your head if you lay back a little your head would be on her chest, god you can smell her perfume. '(y/n)?' You look up and blush making eye contact with the baroness. 'I asked if you agreed?'

Agreed what? Agreed you'd love to unbutton the front of that frock right now, agreed you were totally smitten, agreed if she asked you to lie down so she could step on you, you'd comply. You have no clue what she was asking you so you say yes blindly. The baroness laughs which unsettles your colleagues greatly they look scared. 'You're so funny dear.' she reaches over you taking your hand holding the pen. You feel her body against your back as she adjusts your work. When the others leave for the night you wait on her. 'I forgot to ask, how's the ankle?' you ask sitting on the side of her desk. She relaxes in her chair looking up at you. 'Much better thanks to your care.' she smirks up at you.

"Tell me what you need, oh, you look so free

The way you use your body, baby, come on and work it for me
Don't let 'em get you down, you're the best thing I've seen
We never found the answer but we knew one thing"

You tilt your head looking down at her with a tender smile. 'Any time, my queen.' you give her a dramatic bow. The baroness raises her eye brows. 'When did I get a promotion?' she teases you. It becomes a habit you both fall into you visit her room every evening and swap ideas on what the next design is going to be. As each day passes she seems to get more and more comfortable around you. It probably helps that she gifted you a red silk night gown for you to sleep in. It's during this time that Cruella emerges on the scene whoever she is she seems to really have it out for the baroness. When you enter her study she has a copy of tattletale a picture of Cruella is splashed on the cover. 'Baroness.' you greet softly.