Hard Time's

bon appétit

You both sleep until midafternoon and when you wake you watch over her for the longest time you keep her tucked against your chest. Her body is wrapped in the bed covers you gently stroke her hair. After a time her eyes slowly open she gasps not knowing where she is and you tighten your hold on her. 'I've got you.' you kiss her shoulder and she gasps when her eyes connect with yours she reaches up. Her hand stroked your cheek. '(y/n)' she relaxes into a smile and leans up to kiss you. You return the kiss softly your arm tucked around her waist. 'Mhm.' you smile. 'I- oh, heaven's sake.' you're kissing her neck and your hand has slid back between her legs. 'Ohh, we n-need to taalk.' you nibble her ear lobe a kiss her shoulder blade.

Sliding under the covers you are no longer visible. 'What's going on, why are you touching th-' her eyebrows raise. 'oh, oh, ahhh.' she arches her back and closes her eyes. Her legs spread and she grabs the headboard of the bed. 'Oh, good girl, good girl, ugh.' she tries to control her breathing. Her eyes widen suddenly and her painted lips part. 'Ugh! Mmm, what are- oh, oh god yes, yes, yes, YES!' she moans banging her hand on the mattress. She tries to recapture her breath and you shimmy up her body. Sweetly you raise the quilt and peek up at her. 'Sorry, I just wanted to grab breakfast it's mid-afternoon and you looked so sweet earlier that I didn't want to disturb you to go get food.' you kiss her stomach. Panting she looks down at you, half aroused and half amazed.

'Where d-did you learn how to-' you cut her off with a kiss. 'A girl has to keep some secrets.' you raise an eyebrow suggestively. The Baroness blushes furiously and reaches up placing a hand on either side of your face. She brings your forehead down resting it against hers. 'I've missed you.' she whispers. You smile and enjoy the moment till she lets go of you. 'I am being serious. We can't hide here forever.' she sighs. 'Why not? John has a phone and takeout menus, everything I want is here. I have you.' you shrug. '(y/n).' The Baroness sighs. 'I need to clear my name, and there is only one way to do that. We need John to wake up.'

'Waking coma patients is one thing not in my skillset.' you laugh. She gets up rolling her eyes and grabs John's housecoat wrapping it around her naked body. That last five minutes before she was in a mood with you. You follow her out to the living room. 'If he doesn't wake up my life is over. Why is that such a joke to you?' she asks sitting on the sofa. You blink and realise she's quite upset. 'I'm sorry.' you pull on your vest top and underwear and sit down beside her. 'What do you want me to do?' you take her hand squeezing it. She smiles sadly and looks at your hand. 'Help me. Help me wake him.'

You sigh and nod. 'I think the best way to do that is if he is visited by you. You've known him longer than me. You might trigger his memory.' you admit quietly. 'That was my hope. But if it does not work we will need to run again and fast and I can't ask you to do that.' You tuck her hair behind her ear. 'You aren't asking. I'm offering. Or demanding if you like. But if we are going to do this I have a request. We wait till tomorrow.' The Baroness tilts her head listening. 'Today let us just have an ordinary day in, together.' The Baroness considers your request and gives a nod of approval. 'Well, what shall we do?'

A smile spreads across your face and you kiss her lips. 'Go into the bedroom and take off the robe.' The Baroness widens her eyes. 'Again?! Darling we were at it all last night and you took me again this morning.' she whines. You purse your lips. 'I...ugh, was gonna give you a back rub.' you point out awkwardly. The Baroness blushes and clears her throat. 'Oh. I...sorry. Yes, I would like that a lot.' you watch her head to the room and try not to laugh. Then you suddenly realise even with honorable intentions it may be difficult to rub her naked body with oil and not want to- 'Thank god I'm not a guy.' you mutter.

You are as good as your word and extra careful around the bruising you realise it's been some time since she has been pampered and release all the knots her body is holding. The baroness tilts her head to the side. '(y/n) I was wondering if tonight, if-' 'I was thinking.' you speak over the top of her. 'Tonight we could just cuddle. We can get some dinner, see if there are any terrible movies on tv then sleep.' You knew that was exactly what she was going to request and it doesn't bother you, you aren't an animal. And you know the subject embarrasses her, she knows what you are up to. Her hand opens and you grab it softly.xxxxx

"Appetite for seduction

Fresh out the oven
Melt in your mouth kind of lovin'
Bon a, bon appétit, baby"

The Baroness has a frown on her features as you open up the flat square box. 'I don't understand. What is it?' You look at her. 'What is? The food? It's pizza.' you inform. 'I see.' she says slowly. 'The perfect triangle sandwich shop with the correct width of cucumber slices doesn't deliver here.' you explain. She nods. 'Oh, now I understand.' You stare at her realising she hasn't picked up your sarcasm. 'Unbelievable.' you mutter. The Baroness lifts a slice as you sit down on the sofa she bites into it chewing. 'That's delicious! I could eat that all day.' she informs you through politely chewed mouthfuls. 'Yeah great isn't it, maybe on the way to wake up the coma patient tomorrow we can stop by McDonald's.' you reply sarcastically. The Baroness raises her eyebrows. 'Oh, do they make these?' she asks enthusiastically.

'What the hell am I dating?'