Hard Time's

All Over Me

When she wakes up the Baroness has a headache like hell she slowly gets herself focused. The first thing she feels is her hand resting on her bare stomach which tells her she's naked. Everything comes back to her suddenly, Jonathan, Harold, running, then a lot of it is a blur. She pushes herself up as quickly as she can fear runs through her heart. Her feet brush against each other they ache but she realises socks are covering them. Also that she has been very carefully tucked into a tan-coloured cosy blanket. Her eyes dart around the small apartment her heart is beating madly. Hearing a key in the door she immediately clutches the blanket. 'Hello princess.'

LAST NIGHT

You quite honestly don't have a damn clue how you are going to find your baroness who could she be with. Clearing up the last of the dishes at work you grab your jacket seeing the storm outside, switching the lights out you lock up. In your entire time with the Baroness it has just occurred to you she has no real friends. No friends or family care about her just you and maybe John. Now you think back you've never actually seen her physically touch anyone. Other than you of course and no one is permitted to touch her. The first time you properly touched her was when she tripped on the stairs.

When you had caught her she stared at your hand like it was acid to her skin at the time you thought it was because it was you. You remember when Jasper had groped her body. She hated it, she had a fear of being touched at all, no surprise after what the Baron did really. Who the hell could she possibly be with? You hear a commotion up ahead and frown a few car horns honk. Ugh, some drunk bitch is stumbling all over- You focus and you realise exactly who everyone is watching. Most people are tutting with disapproval a few are laughing. The mature woman is stumbling around barefoot and barely dressed. 'Baroness?' you speak to yourself.

It all happens so fast that a car skids around the corner and doesn't have time to stop because the driver hasn't seen her. She's holding her ribs everything is so blurry around her, she turns just in time to see the bright lights of the car advancing on her. The driver stamps on the brakes trying to stop the car and the tires let out a loud screech. You grab her mid-dive as you run when you fall to the ground you groan you used your body as a soft landing to stop her from getting hurt. Fuck. That hurt like a bitch your back aches. It was worth it, you are holding her in your arms she's safe.

The driver skids off without stopping and people rush over asking if you are okay you get up and assure them you are both fine. You shoo them away and with difficulty get the Baroness up off the road. It's difficult but luckily your apartment isn't far, getting her up the stairs is a task. You manage and get her onto the bed just as she goes on conscious. Her skimpy outfit is soaking wet and her feet are bleeding. You cut the outfit off and grab a towel drying her as best you can. You then get a small basin of hot water and soap, very carefully you wash and dry and what you can of her body. During this time to your horror you see how badly she is bruised.

For her feet you remove any thorns and wash and dry them as well you rub a healing cream on them and slip them into socks. You tuck her up in the blanket and let her sleep. After analysing she will just need to sleep it off you dash to the store you collect a few different creams for bruising, and painkillers. You also stop by the Second Chance store to get her some clothes. When you head back home you see she is already awake and she looks terrified clutching the blanket. 'Hello princess.' you greet gently setting the bag down you enter and lock the door. You see the relief bloom over her features and she starts to cry. You immediately approach her throwing your jacket off you gather her into your arms. She clings to you desperately never wanting to let go.

Your arms and legs are wrapped around her keeping her cocooned in your body your fingers run over her bare back where you see more bruising. For a while you just let her cry because she needs to your job is just to hold her and protect her. You whisper to her even though she doesn't reply. You tell her you are sorry you left, that she is beautiful, that she is safe. She tires herself out from tears and eventually falls asleep you hold her the rest of the night. Waking the next morning seeing you holding her she quickly grabs you making your eyes instantly open. 'I-I thought I was dreaming.' You smile and shake your head. 'Not dreaming, you are safe.' you reassure.

The Baroness swallows her throat is dry. 'May I have some water?' You look a bit confused she is never so humble. 'Of course Baroness.' she shivers at the loss of your contact but her heart warms hearing the respect of her title. You get her a glass of water she takes it her hands are shaking so you put your hand over hers and she makes eye contact with you swallowing desperately. 'You wanna tell me what's been happening?' you ask softly. She looks uncomfortable and you take her hand. 'It's okay no rush, you must be hungry. I'll get you breakfast.' She nods not speaking. 'Could I draw you a bath?' you ask gently and she nods again.

You draw her a hot bubble bath hoping you can help her relax. 'Cmere.' you lean down and scoop her up into your arms leaving the blanket on. You haven't been together in quite some time and it's important to you to protect her modesty and respect her boundaries. You carry her to the bathroom and very gently set her down and look away when she tries to stop the blanket from falling. She's observant and notices the chivalrous gesture on your behalf. 'I'll leave you to it. Some clothes are hanging on the back of the door for you, your ladyship.' she grabs your wrist before you can leave and you look into her sparkling blue eyes. 'Thank you, (y/n).' she squeezes your wrist and you give a small smile leaving to make her breakfast.

"'Cause I know, that you know,

You're all over me now.
And it's clear, it will show,
Your curtains will close.
But if your heart is cold, my sheets are warm.
I will shelter you through the storm."