Hard Time's

secret love song

The snow lies thick and heavy surrounding Hellman Hall you spent the day playing with your new pup and haven't seen much of the Baroness. When you find her she is holding a cup of tea taking in the grand view of the garden. The snow is flurrying down she smiles seeing you and your pup runs at your heels. 'What are you doing?' you sit beside her. 'Just watching the snow fall, it's peaceful.' You lift Genghis onto your lap then wrap your arm around the Baroness. She instantly smiles. 'What?' you ask tickling the pup's ears.

Setting down her tea cup she shifts a little to look at you and also pets the pup who laps up the attention. Genghis rolls over in your lap and the Baroness tickles her tummy. 'You.' You tilt your head, which Genghis also does, not that you noticed. 'What about me?' The Baroness tucks your hair behind your ear. 'I like the way that you treat me. I like that you allow me to dominate you, I like that you dominate me but don't hurt me. I like that you are gentle with me and make love to me as well as fuck me.' You blink at the last part she's not usually so open. 'I like that when I walk in a room everyone is afraid of me but not you, you smile.'

You chuckle at this. 'It's part of the attraction for me if I'm honest, I like a woman who's powerful in public.' The Baroness smirks. 'But most of all I like it when you touch me, I don't mean in a vulgar manner. I mean like how when we met you soothed my ankle. Or the countless foot rubs, or just walking into a room your first instinct is to hold me.' You smile and gently squeeze her shoulder. 'You work hard too hard sometimes I guess I feel you need someone to look after you. Properly.' she puts her hand under your chin and leans in kissing you passionately.

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The Baroness holds the phone to her ear her other hand massages her forehead. 'Can't you tell that idiot driver to put his foot down?' You sit in the back of the limo holding the car phone. 'Baroness, there is wall-to-wall traffic I don't see me arriving before midnight I'm sorry.' cars are honking around you. '(y/n) you promised me you'd be here to bring in the new year with me, I don't want to be alone at this party!' you sigh stressfully. 'It was your demand for me to fly over and deal with the Paris office. I can't help that it's crazy out here.'

'Well if he is drunk throw him out don't ask stupid questions John!' you hear her snap. 'Why am I surrounded by imbeciles? Ugh, (y/n) put your driver on I'm going to have to insist he get you here before the new year arrives.' she sounds stressed. 'Victoria.' you say calmly and she stops instantly you never use her first name. 'It's going to be okay, I'll get there when I get there, don't stress.' There's no reply and she hangs up, you put the phone down and your head rolls back. 'Fuck it.' she needs you. You get out and start to run.

The Baroness is wearing the frock you gifted her at Christmas and she looks glorious her lip twitches in frustration. Grabbing her champagne flute she knocks back the full drink. Leaving she bumps into a crowd of party-goers knocking a few over. 'Baroness, when will-' 'John don't bother me with inane questions get me a drink.' he swipes one from a passing waiter and gives her it. She knocks that back as well. There are a group of girls looking at her and gossiping she quirks an eyebrow hearing them giggle. Striding over she stops a hand on her hip viewing them. 'You're wearing faux channel,' she turns to the other. 'You're too fat for that.' to the third. 'Perhaps a dress for someone who has cleavage to show off.'

The girls look furious and embarrassed, she looks smug and strides away. 'Baroness, there you are.' she turns to see an older man. 'I've been searching for you, my son and I have a proposal.' The Baroness looks bored. 'How thrilling, excuse me.' The older gentleman grabs her upper arm stopping her from leaving. Her eyes go to his hand she stares. 'Take your hand off of me.' she states firmly. 'My apologies, I didn't mean to offend.' he lets go. 'My son and I would like to court you and your young ward (y/n).' he nods at the young scrawny looking man approaching.

'I beg your pardon?' her voice is cold. 'Don't worry I'm sure you can keep up with him.' Her eyes dart back to the father who laughs and snorts. 'I jest, I jest. But you are of a certain age not too old for me and you've kept a tidy figure.' he slaps her arse and grabs not letting go. Thankfully your dress has such thick beading he can't do much damage but it's insulting. 'And your young ward would be perfect for my Jonathon. I hear she's a dab hand with a needle.'

'Perhaps you could take your hand off the lady's arse.' You fix the collar of your suit. You look sleek and elegant you are naked under your suit jacket and wear a gold statement necklace to draw attention to this. Your hair is in a high ponytail you saunter towards them. You look feminine but much dapper than the old creep or his scrawny son. He removes his hand looking at you in disdain. 'On second thought you may not be what we had in mind.' You sneer at him. 'Come along Jonathon.' he leads his son away.

'You made it.' she glares at the men leaving if looks could kill, then she's smiling at you. 'Course I made it but you may want to keep a distance I had to run here and this was all I'd time to throw on.' The Baroness leans in and kisses your cheek. She wants more but it's not possible with all the guests. 'I think you look positively erotic.' she whispers against your ear. You blush and step back to look at her. 'Not so bad yourself, I may not like Cruella but this frock is fantastic on you.' The Baroness turns looking over her shoulder so you get the full view. 'You fixed it, this one is better.'

'We've still sometime before midnight would you care to dance?' The Baroness looks around feeling uncertain. 'Hey, don't look at them, look at me.' you extend your hand. Her eyes go to your hand then the crowd then you both lock eyes. 'To hell with it, it's my party.' she grabs your hand. You chuckle and lead her to the floor with the other dancing couples. She allows you to lead and a few people do look but you don't care. 'How has your night been?' your hand is on her waist and hers on your shoulder. You look at each other like there's no one else in the room as the music plays. 'Better now that you are by my side.'

"Why can't you hold me in the street?

Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't we be like that?

'Cause I'm yours"

You carefully spin her out and then back so her back is against your chest. 'Mmm by the phone call I'm guessing better than John's.' you chuckle against her neck then spin her back out so you can continue to waltz. The Baroness raises her eyebrows. 'Oh, he knows how I get when I'm away from you I doubt he takes it personally.' You look over seeing John talking to other staff he has Genghis by his side. 'You're such a bad girl.' you laugh. The Baroness touches your cheek pursing her lips. 'The things we do for love.'

You both stop dancing and you double-take, she looks at you and you can see she's awkward. 'Ten, nine,' your head turns as they start counting down the clock to midnight. You look back at her and she still looks filled with regret, but you smile and it relaxes her. 'C'mon.' you lead her onto the balcony where no other guests are allowed. 'Three, two, one!' the crowd chants. There's an explosion of fireworks and you kiss your Baroness passionately. She responds gripping the collar of your suit you both never want it to end. The crowd is singing loudly inside, you finally part and you are panting for air she rests a hand on your exposed cleavage. 'Happy new year, (y/n).' her eyes sparkle as she looks at you. 'Happy new year, Baroness.'