Hard Time's

Silk

You both retire to bed that night and she looks up at you over her reading glasses. 'Thank you, that was a wonderful evening.' her lips twitch into a brief smile. 'My pleasure. Goodnight love.' you kiss her cheek and lie down. The Baroness pretends to read she's focused on you if you will demand any form of payment for this evening's pleasure. 'Ow!' you wince as your smacked with a pillow you had nodded off. 'Jesus, woman what is it?' you yawn and roll over. The Baroness stands naked as the day she was born brunette locks flow down her back. She looks vulnerable and her fingers twitch but she keeps her traditional British stiff upper lip. 'Take your clothes off, I want you to hold me.' she instructs.

You look at the clock it's after midnight, then you look at her body and the decision is already made. Quickly you get up and undressed. 'Nothing else, no funny business just hold me.' she states firmly. 'Whatever you need Victoria.' you reassure her and get back into bed she turns to do the same. 'Fuck.' you gasp seeing there are whip marks on her back that have faded well but she didn't tell you about her arse. There is bruising and scarring and it's not kinky it's horrifying. 'Why didn't you tell me?' you place your hand on her hip when she sits stopping her from lying down.

'Because...I find it more embarrassing than the wounds on my back.' she says simply. 'Oh stop being so ridiculous, bend over now.' you sigh. The Baroness sharply turns to look at you in fright. You are reaching for the healing salve on your nightstand when you realise what you said. 'Victoria, I didn't mean.' You see the fear in her eyes but she swallows and shakes her head. 'It's fine, I just misunderstood for a moment.' she plays with her engagement ring a moment you sit beside her. She is uncertain but gives in bending over your lap. You carefully apply the healing salve, you don't take advantage, you don't hurt her, and you don't embarrass her.

'All done.' you whisper closing the lid when the salve has dried in. You wrap your arm around her upper body helping her so she doesn't hurt herself. The Baroness doesn't budge she sits on your lap totally naked. 'I'm going to ask you something and I don't want you to be offended, then I'm going to tell you something and if you leave I won't question it.' you tilt your head. 'Go on.' The Baroness nods. 'When you had me in such a position, helpless, were you tempted to take me, I couldn't have done much to stop you.' You frown but remain calm and wrap an arm around her waist. 'No.' she nods and accepts the answer without question.

"Just looking for a protector

God never reached out in time
There's love that is a saviour
But that ain't no love of mine
My love it kills me slowly
Slowly I could die
And when she sleeps she hears the blues
And sees shades of black and white"

'What did you want to tell me?' The Baroness looks uncomfortable. 'I received medical treatment after you rescued me, I didn't tell you part of that treatment involved stitching. What they did, I don't want to go into, but suffice it to say parts of my body were damaged, torn. Please do not make me relive it.' she speaks firmly. 'I was told that if I engaged in intimacy again it could be painful almost like...' You tighten your hold. 'I was pure again. When the Baron took my maidenhead it was one of the most painful experiences of my life. I do not wish to relive that pain.' her lips twitch. 'Your turn, do you want to leave?'

You could go into a million questions or long-winded speeches about your love for her but that isn't what she needs right now. However, you choosing not to speak proves equally awkward as she worries you want to leave. 'It's past midnight, I want to get into bed with my stunning naked wife, and cuddle into her. Until you do that thing where you get too hot, start kicking me, snoring...' The Baroness looks outraged. 'I do not snore!' she is indignant. You smirk at her and her face relaxes into a smile. 'Are you sure this is what you want?' she cups your cheek and you kiss her wrist. 'Bed, now.'

The Baroness rolls her eyes but follows your command and you do the same you get in beside her but something strange happens. She holds you, you look over your shoulder at her. 'Don't you want to be the little spoon?' you play with her hair. 'No, tonight I want to hold onto you.' You laugh. 'I'm highly unlikely to run away.' she gives you the look. 'You better not try it, you are mine after all.' she kisses your shoulder. You feel her body against yours and her arm snakes over your waist. You take her hand settling down again. 'Goodnight Baroness.' you yawn. 'Sweet dreams, (y/n)' she whispers gently against your ear.

When you fall asleep the Baroness watches you in the darkness arguably you are the only loyal untainted thing in her life, odd being who you were. She snuggles down beside you and falls asleep. In the morning you don't know how it happened if she had been calling out in her. You have ended up holding her again her head is resting on your chest. Gently you stroke her hair back and just admire her beauty. 'Mm? Oh, I'm sorry.' she blushes sitting up realising she was so close to you plus holding one of your breasts. 'I must have been reaching for a pillow-' 'We're married, just because you aren't comfortable being touched doesn't mean I mind if you want to feel me up.'

The Baroness's eyes widen. 'I assure you I had no such intention let alone to do anything whilst you were unconscious and therefore not able to approve.' she has pulled from you like you are acid. 'Sweetheart, you were just moving around in your sleep, you didn't do anything wrong, you didn't hurt me.' she closes her eyes. 'I hate this I hate being so bloody weak.' she thumps her fist on the mattress. 'Would it help you get back to your old bitchy self if you bullied the new staff?' you suggest with a groan. The Baroness thinks for a moment and nods. 'I should vett the new staff? That's an excellent idea.' she quickly gets up to get dressed. You flop back on the bed. 'Here we go.'