Hard Time's

all i want for christmas

major trigger warning ahead

The Baroness stands in her room her jaw clenched, the Baron is in her bed with two of his whore's. 'What's the matter, darling? Were you interested in joining us?' The Baroness tries to remain calm. 'You're in my room, you have your own bed.' The Baron laughs and goes to her gripping her and shaking her. 'But it's all mine.' Her lip twitches and she can smell the alcohol on his breath. 'Even you as useless as you are, you're mine.' he laughs. 'I took you as my wife thinking she's not very bright but she's nice enough to look at. Likely to give good genetics to my heir. Useless, useless, woman.' he grabs his glass of whisky knocking it back.The Baroness glares at him. 'Have you considered maybe it's not me that's the problem? Perhaps it's something you are lacking in?' He slaps her so hard and fast she topples over. The girls in the bed scream and run not stopping to help. Licking her lips she tastes blood she's not sure where from, he's never hit her face before she knows he's angry. 'Impudent whore!' he throws his glass it smashes and she jumps. Before she knows it he grabs her hair forcing her up over her vanity table. She does her best but he's too strong to fight off. 'Get off me!' she hisses.Her eyelashes flutter as she feels him rip her skirt up and her underwear down. 'Don't you understand you are just my possession, I can do whatever I want to you!' she's still trying to fight him as she hears him unbuckle his trousers. 'Bastard!' she hisses, lotion bottles and accessories have fallen to the floor. She braces herself for the inevitable, he's done it before. 'Useless good-for-nothing entitled infertile bitch!' when he enters her eyes immediately go to the vanity mirror. She watches herself in horror as he forces himself into her arse.Looking up she sees the smug look and the nasty sneer of hatred as he repeatedly thrusts. She's humiliated, her hands are shaking but she grips the edge of the table with all her might to block the pain. Fighting is useless so she gives up and stares at her reflection as the tears run down her face. 'Baroness, Baroness.' she wakes up with a start to the sound of your voice. 'Baroness?' you immediately get on your knees and touch her shoulder. She's sitting upright a hand on her chest trying to catch her breath she's sweating, and shaking. 'Sweetheart?' you rub her back. She swallows and blinks taking you in she immediately grabs your hand for comfort. You shift so you can hold her properly and she clings to you. 'My husband, I remembered, I mean I dreamt, I relived-' You kiss the top of her head and gently rock her. 'Sh, sh, sh.' you soothe her.With time you get her back to sleep you know what the dream is she's told you of it before. The next day at work you both look tired, especially her, and not all the cucumber in the world can hide the bags under her eyes. You don't care so much about yourself. You keep an eye on her. She stands at the bottom of the stairs designers buzzing around with fabrics. Some artist is talking at her rather than to her she's not listening. 'Perhaps, we could discuss this later?' you approach placing your hand supportively on the older woman's lower back.'But I need to know which shade she'd need for the fabric the show is in less than a week.' he whines at you. 'And Christmas is less than 24 hours Dan, get a life.' you reply coldly and guide your lover away. The Baroness smiles weakly. 'Thank you for rescuing me, dear.' You touch her cheek. 'You're exhausted love, I have the car ready I'm taking you home.' you capture her hand and kiss her wrist. 'No arguments.' for once she doesn't fight you. When you get home you both get ready for bed, she wears a long clingy cream-coloured gown, and you a black.Letting your hair fall loose you turn and see her staring at the vanity. 'Love, I was thinking of getting in the holiday spirit.' She snaps from her trance and you approach fixing the strap on her shoulder. 'I will not partake in caroling, or wearing a red satin hat with a white pompom.' she's stern. You burst out laughing. 'Oh I dunno I'd sit on your lap any day.' you tease playing with her hair. 'Be careful girl.' she warns but you know she's joking. 'I wanted to watch this new Christmas film it's just out, it's called "Love Actually" what do you say?'The Baroness admires the way your nightgown clings to your slender body, she places her hands on your hips. You feel her rub circles with her thumbs leaning down she presses kisses to your cleavage. You moan softly closing your eyes but stop her putting a finger under her chin. You capture her lips in a slow passionate kiss. 'There will be plenty of time for that my goddess, but I want to just spend time with you.' The Baroness seems confused, other than work, galas, and crazy sex you don't hang out. The Baron certainly had no interest in anything that didn't involve the abuse of her body.'If that would appease you then I think it's a very good idea.' she cups your cheek and you take her hand. You take her to the sofa which isn't the comfiest but you don't mind. She lies down and you lay with your head on her chest, you hear her beat it's erratic, and your face is gently on her breasts. Bonus, the ridiculously oversized bowl of popcorn you brought is at arm's reach. You grab a handful. 'Don't you dare get crumbs on me.' she warns. You pout dropping the handful instead selecting a single piece. You toss it at her and she catches it in her mouth animalistically. You raise your eyebrows. 'Damn.' she smirks.The film begins and she plays with your hair, you snuggle into her and feel her heartbeat slow. The Baroness watches you with a soft smile as she braids and unbraids your hair. She adores you with all her heart she can't believe how loving and gentle you are with her. To have anyone care for her as you do confounds her, you make her feel safe. She smiles brighter when you tighten your hold on her body. The film plays. 'Yknow for all these different couples none are the same sex, not very progressive.' you comment. 'No, but they managed to add in a storyline about a pornographic film?' You chuckle. 'Got to keep it family friendly.' The Baroness snorts. 'Oh, how festive.' You burst out laughing.When the film ends you look up at her. 'Okay, maybe next time we go for a film not so Christmassy?' The Baroness raises her eyebrows. 'Actually, I didn't think it was all that bad.' You blink. 'Are you serious? I mean there are things you can forgive but others? No. Alan Rickman's character giving the gold heart necklace to the office tart and not Emma Thompson's character? Ridiculous.' The Baroness chuckles. 'Celebrity crush?' You laugh. 'Oh let's just say I have a type.' you cuddle her and yawn.'Let's go to bed, I stopped you from getting a good sleep last night, I'm sorry dear.' You smile and sit up. 'I want to give you, your Christmas present.' The Baroness tilts her head. 'It's not Christmas morning.' she sits up smoothing down her nightgown. 'It is almost, fifteen minutes left. Cmon.' You hold out your hand and she grabs it following you. You take her to a cleaning cupboard. 'Um, is this a returnable gift?' You laugh opening the cupboard there is a large wooden box you open it.You have recreated the exact dress Estella made. 'Minus the moths.' you explain. 'Do you like it? I've been working on it for months.' The Baroness is aw struck and reaches out touching it. 'You've done it again.' she breathes. 'It's magnificent my sweet talented beautiful girl.' you smile brightly at her the praise makes you so happy. 'Your exact measurements. You will look fabulous in it.' you smile with pride. The Baroness grabs you and kisses you passionately. You run your fingers through her hair and when you part she just stares at you in awe. 'You're beautiful.' you tell her as you bask in her smile. Again a faint blush people tell her she's breathtaking all the time. It's only you who constantly reminds her she's beautiful even when not in a fancy frock. 'How did I get so lucky to find someone like you?' she draws you in for a hug and caresses your back. You return the motion. '(y/n), I was wondering would you mind if tonight we didn't....get physical.' she pulls back to gather your reaction.You keep your hands on her waist. 'You want me to sleep in my old room?' The Baroness immediately shakes her head. 'No! Please don't I just mean Id rather not...' You smile she can be so awkward about sex not when you are intimate just talking about it. 'You don't want to have sex?' you ask outright. Her blush grows and her eyes dart. 'I mean if you want to of course I'll submit but the dreams have just left me-' you kiss her shutting her up. 'We don't need to ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable.' you stroke her cheek.The Baroness looks uncertain, she's nervous even now after all this time the damage the Baron inflicted upon her remains strong. She worries you will force her. 'Right, then bed it is.' she says briskly and heads to her bedroom you follow. When you enter you turn the bed down and she slides in you do the same. 'Do you remember when Cruella broke in and freed a box of rats?' The Baroness shivers. 'I recall.' You lie on your side staring at her. 'Remember I got you to sleep by holding you, how about I do that again, no touching other than that scout's honour.' The Baroness raises an eyebrow. 'You were a scout?' You grin. 'No, but I can keep a promise.' The Baroness studies you. 'You may hold me.' you shift closer to her taking her in your arms. You feel she's tense her legs are clenched like she's frightened you will force her. The Baron really fucking hurt her and you despise him, you'll never understand how anyone could be cruel to your goddess. You keep her in your arms and gently stroke her hair. It's only when she falls asleep that her legs relax. You stay awake to watch over her, she buries her face into the nape of your neck. When morning comes you look like hell you've barely slept in two days but you don't care watching over her you soothed her. If there were any more dreams your touch took them away. Her lashes flutter open and she looks at you with soft eyes you are watching the sunrise and don't notice. She quickly accounts you didn't force her and that you look exhausted. 'Haven't you slept?' she touches your cheek. Your eyes immediately dart to her and you smile. 'Didn't want to, had to look after my Queen first.' you kiss her hand.The Baroness shakes her head stroking your cheek. 'I'm sorry. You shouldn't have had to do that.' You shrug. 'I can catch a cat nap later.' The Baroness smiles suddenly. 'That reminds me it's Christmas morning I can give you your gift.' She sits up in bed and grabs the phone calling for John. He enters carrying a large brown box and you sit up smiling but look confused. 'What is it?' you shift to your knees as he places the box down. 'Why don't you open it?' she suggests. You do and your eyes widen. 'Oh my god you didn't.' your smile is so bright reaching down you lift out the squirming dalmatian puppy. 'What do you want to call her?' The pup tramples around the bed. 'Genghis.'"Oh, I just want you for my ownMore than you could ever knowMake my wish come trueOh, baby, all I want for Christmas is youYou, baby"