Hard Time's

The Power of Love

The next few nights - and mornings, are the same you make out a lot kissing her, her lips, and her neck. You never demand anything more because it's important that even if you are the more dominant lover that she must be in control. You also could just kiss her forever anyway so who cares. Making her happy is the only thing you care about. You hear the birds twittering outside and the golden glow of sunlight is slowly lighting the room. The light catches the Baroness blue eyes making them sparkle like sapphires. 'What?' her brow crinkles looking up at you as you stopped kissing her.

'Nothing, I was just thinking how beautiful you look Victoria.' you stroke her cheek. The Baroness raises her chin looking up at you her eyes roam over your body she licks her lips. You know that look, you've seen it in the eyes of many men and women but she is too polite to ask. You tug your gown over your head and toss it aside kneeling beside her naked. She blushes and looks away. 'Darling, we're married it's okay to look at me.' you tease. The Baroness turns back to you she is quick to start touching your skin as you return to kissing her. The Baroness is always caught in two moods, her role as a cold English woman, no sex please I'm British. And the primal animal within that is passionate and wants to explore every part of your body.

You kiss her and she pulls you on top of her feeling every part of your body you reciprocate but do not attempt to undress her. The Baroness shivers beneath you and arches her back so she is closer to you. You feel her hook a leg over your waist bringing you in closer. As focused as you are kissing her you don't miss her hand drawing up the side of her gown exposing her sex to you, you look into her eyes. 'Goddess.' you whisper. Her nipples harden but you know this is a very delicate situation that must be handled with the highest level of care. She waits for you to touch her but you don't, you take her hand placing it on her sex and she looks at you curiously. 'You drive this time, I'll just make sure you keep your eyes on the road.'

The Baroness is nervous but she nods. You go back to kissing her giving her all the attention she needs, her lips, her throat, her chest. The Baroness starts to use her fingers to massage her clit teasing the delicate bud it takes a while then she closes her eyes. "You look like a true whore now." his voice is in her head. You quickly notice the change, she's tense. 'Victoria, don't think, just look at me.' you stroke her cheek and she looks up at you. A single tear betrayed her and rolled freely down her cheek. Fuck. She needs you. Her hand stopped moving so you place your hand over hers. Victoria looks up at you her eyes sparkling between tears and sunlight.

'Just look at me.' you instruct and she does. You go back to kissing each other and she lets you guide her hand. At this stage, you know what her body likes better than your own. Her heartbeat is picking up the kisses are getting deeper, her hips are involuntarily bucking. 'That's it, god you are so sexy, just let go of your ladyship.' you kiss her throat. The Baroness gasps and her body violently shudders. She grips you tightly bringing you down so she can hold onto you. The older woman cries out in pleasure she keeps her right arm around you while her dominant left finishes her.

"The power of love

A force from above
Cleaning my soul
The power of love
A force from above
A sky-scraping doveFlame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goalI'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door"

The Baroness stares up at you and her lips quiver her chest is rising and falling. You bring her fingers to your lips and suck them letting out a soft moan. Your wife already looks better some colour has returned to her cheeks she has finally reached some form of release. The Baroness strokes your cheek and encourages you to lean down and kiss her again. She's tired, and she's much thinner than she once was her ordeal has taken its toll on her. You lie on your side and bring her body against yours protectively. Victoria entangles her legs with yours but within minutes she's in a sound sleep. This is the first time in weeks she sleeps without nightmares.

It's mid-afternoon when she wakes and you are still beside her she smiles seeing you. 'Good morning.' You smirk. 'Good afternoon.' you correct, and she groans looking at the clock. 'I slept all morning?' she yawns. 'Yes, soundly to I might add.' she stretches and sits up slightly. 'Because of you.' You wink at her. The Baroness gets up and you see there is still faint scarring on her tender flesh and your heart aches. 'Victoria.' you speak softly. She grabs her robe and hugs herself she looks at you. 'Are you okay?' you ask gently. The Baroness's lips twitch into a genuine smile. 'Better than I've been in a long while.'

You grin making her happy is what you live for, you get up and get dressed following her into her private sitting room she's sitting in an accent chair by the window and writing lists. Her hair is loosely braided to one side and her robe has fallen slightly exposing her bare shoulder. 'Is something wrong?' she stops writing and looks concerned as you are staring at her. 'I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you look.' you reply honestly. The Baroness raises an eyebrow looking amused. 'How nice of you to say.' You blush furiously at her words she wasn't actually meant to catch you staring.

'I'll get us some tea, and how about some french toast?' you suggest. The Baroness thinks for a moment. 'One milk no sugar?' You smirk. 'I know how you take your tea. 'Bro-' 'Brown bread, not white, and for heaven's sake remember to remove the crust?' you finish her sentence in a fake snooty English accent. The Baroness smirks. 'You think your so clever don't you?' she crosses her legs. You shrug. 'No, not really I just know how to make my wife happy that isn't a crime is it?' you smirk back. 'And I'm supposed to know this information about you as well?' she puts a hand under her chin. 'Victoria I love you, but I'd be highly surprised if you knew where the tea is kept.' she parts her lips in fake outrage as you head out the door. '(y/n),' you look back at her. '(thewayyouliketea/coffee), and as for french toast (yourresponse).'

You blink and stare at her totally shocked. The Baroness smirks as she puts on her reading glasses. 'I do my own research.'Well, damn.