Hard Time's

The Cure

When you get dressed and head downstairs the Baroness already has the new staff lined up for inspection. 'This is really the best you could do?' You hear the Baroness's rich voice echo. 'You didn't permit much time to acquire new staff Baroness.' John is standing with his hands behind his back. The Baroness runs her fingertips over a table inspecting the dust she blows it off her fingers. 'Abysmal.' she tuts in disapproval. 'Where's your tie?' she asked the first young man. 'T-tie, Baroness?' She rolls her eyes. 'Ridiculous.' she moves further down to another young man who is squirming uncontrollably with nerves. The Baroness simply stares at him enjoying his discomfort, you rest your elbow is propped on the bannister your hand under your chin as you watch her.

The way the woman prowls around she is like a lioness and perhaps you should feel bad for the staff but it's nice to see her looking like her old self. The Baroness walks to a female next. 'Your hair is not tied up properly, fix it.' she instructs. The girl swallows and goes to step out of line then steps back. 'Should I do so now Baroness?' The Baroness rolls her eyes and walks to another woman. 'Your makeup is...bold.' The woman smiles. 'Thank y-' 'Why are you speaking?' she goes quiet. 'Wash it off, you are at work not auditioning for the role of a clown in Cirque du Soleil.' she finishes the last part in a french accent which makes you shiver, god she's hot.

The Baroness frowns and looks around them. 'Well, why are you all standing there? Get to work.' she juts out her chin and walks away. Back straight, shoulders down, but you always notice she gets that little wiggle of her arse in too. You tilt your head leaning over the bannister to admire it just a little longer as she walks away she hadn't looked up to see you watching her. '(Y/N)! My office now.' you jump tripping down a few stairs. Well, you thought she hadn't. 'Oh, um, just coming B-Baroness.' you see the butler with no tie smirk. He'd seen the full thing. 'Shut up.' you shove him on the way past to follow your lover. 'Get whatever you need, I wish to work at the warehouse today I want to make the most spectacular show London has ever seen.' she puts a hand on her hip.

You nod and should be offended she has gone boss lady on you, but you are kinda turned on by it. You clumsily gather what you need then follow her out to the car. 'And stop staring at my arse when the staff is watching, people will start to talk.' she says under her breath to you. How the hell does she always know? 'You do it every time I walk away.' she lazily trails out the last few syllables in that sexy upper-class accent. 'It's creepy when you do that mind-ready thing.' you get in the car with her closing the door. 'You aren't terribly hard to read.' she smirks and puts her sunglasses on. 'Well if we live in a world where I can't admire my wife wiggling her arse I don't want to live in that world.'

The Baroness's lips twitch and she hides her laugh. 'Try and be professional when we are at work.' You fake outrage. 'When have I ever not been professional?' you demand. 'You squeezed my arse when I was giving a speech to the staff, you spanked me that time you accused me of being rude and we have had sex on almost every surface in that damn building.' you pout. 'Yeah, it's clearly my fault we have had sex everywhere, you think I don't know your tells?' you are smug. 'The extra wiggle? Coming up behind me so your breath is on my neck? Leaning forward to show your cleavage? When you pop that extra button?' you are triumphant.

The Baroness purses her lips. 'Yes, very good, you learned to take my cues when I wished to enjoy pleasure, you were easy to train dear.' she pats your hand. 'Wait? You knew? You knew that I knew and that's why you were doing that all that time?' you are stunned. 'No I get overly familiar with all of my staff, what do you think?' she peers over her glasses and shakes her head at you derisively. 'And I thought you were clever.' she puts the glasses back on and you purse your lips trying not to laugh. 'Jesus and I thought I had you all sussed out.' the rest of the journey is quiet but you feel the gloved leather hand near yours and look down. You take her hand with a smile and wink at her.

The next few weeks are like working for a drill sergeant even, you are feeling it with her constant barking orders. Everyone is fair game and nothing is good enough. You don't say anything at first because it's nice to see her not being a frightened rabbit. One day you see her in a room and she is screaming at a young designer and it's bad. She grabs a glass of water throwing it. 'Victoria!' you throw the door opening and enter. The designer is soaked and terrified. 'A word.' you say sternly. You look at the designer. 'Get out of here.' you are alone in seconds and you close the door. 'Don't treat people like that.' The Baroness relaxes back in her chair. 'Like what?'

You frown. 'Like they are yours to torture when it suits you. I love you in bitch mode I do, and I understand you're stressed about the show, but there is a line.' The Baroness nods. 'Ah yes, I forgot the company was the House of (y/n), not the House of Baroness. Sorry boss won't happen again.' You raise your eyebrows in shock. 'Why the hell are you acting like a-' you stop. 'No, go on, finish, I'm waiting.' she mocks. You are getting tired of this fast and you place a hand on your hip. 'Like a bitch!' you reply angrily. The Baroness shrugs. 'Because I can do as I please, I am the Baroness, everyone else is useful but after that they are toast.' You are angry now. 'I am your wife Victoria. Don't speak to me like that.'

The Baroness snorts. 'Or what? You'll leave again, that's original.' You blink. 'Wow, low blow, nice, really nice.' you reply with a sneer. 'If you want me to go I'll go and I'll see you at home but Im done getting verbal abuse. Or better yet just go fuck yourself.' you head for the door. 'I can't.' you stop and turn. 'Since, that experience...I've found myself unable to even engage in self-pleasure.' she states this with a stiff tone. You tilt your head. 'You're frustrated...that's what all of this is?' she blushes and looks back down at her sketches. 'I'll see you later.'

"If I can't find the cure, I'll

I'll fix you with my love
No matter what you do, I'll
I'll fix you with my love
And if you say you're okay
I'm gonna heal you anyway
Promise I'll always be there
Promise I'll be the cure"