Bad Girl

Trust

just not been feeling as inspired since Hard Times :(

The Baroness calms herself wiping her tears she hates showing emotion, she hates being weak. You put a finger under her chin so she looks up at you, she tries not to make eye contact, but her sparkling blue eyes dart around the room. 'Victoria.' you speak softly and she looks at you her eyebrow twitches. You hold her gaze and there is a longing there that you don't fully understand yet. 'Let's get some sleep.' you gently pat her hip. When she lies down she turns her back to you. Your fingers gently run across her back as you unclip her bra. 'What's this?' your hand touches a few faded scars you can see on her leg. 'Nothing.' she replies stiffly shifting the blanket to cover herself. You sigh and slip off her stockings she curls into the blanket. You look out the little cell window. 'It's snowing.' you comment. The baroness shivers. 'I could believe that it's freezing, don't these institutions have heating or are we expected to freeze to death?!' she curls up more.

You tilt your head and smirk, the cold doesn't bother you, you are used to it. 'C'mere.' you settle down beside her and draw her body against yours. This surprises her but pleases her. You gently massage her hip after you have made sure she is suitably tucked up between you and the covers. After a while, she shifts onto her back and looks up at you. 'Don't break me, don't let me down, I trust you.' You take her hand under the blanket. 'Victoria, I won't hurt you.' you feel guilty looking at the mark on her cheek. 'I wish we were free, I want to show you my real life, the luxury is....undescribable I want to share it with you. Take you to the finest restaurants, the best seats at the fashion shows, the clothes, the grandeur.' her heart aches. The Baroness is like a candle that has been blown out, everything she held dear was gone. Now she was rotting in a filthy prison.

'Hey.' you lean down and kiss her romantically. 'What?' she gazes up at you. 'Im going to get you out of here, I promise, I will get you back to that life, I'll take care of you.' The Baroness looks uncertain the idea of someone looking out for her is foreign, she doesn't understand this.' You look down at her and tenderly run a finger across her collarbone. 'You are a lot softer than people say.' you speak quietly. The Baroness huffs at this but she doesn't move because she likes you touching her. 'Don't tell anyone,' she adds under her breath. 'Or I will kill you.' she adds with a little more edge to her voice. 'I couldn't think of a better way to go.' you shrug and she gently slaps your wrist. 'Careful girl.' you grab her hands pinning her down she blinks and swallows looking up at you. You raise an eyebrow trying to read her, but you can't instead you lean in for a long slow passionate kiss. When you part from her she smirks up at you. 'You are going to be the death of me.' she whispers. You chuckle and without warning flips your positions kissing down your body again. What? You guys are just keeping each other warm?

The next morning you wake before and you admire the beauty of her face, the blankets have moved again and in the daylight, you see more clearly she has many scars closer to her inner thigh. 'What happened to you?' you whisper more to yourself, you tuck her back inside of the blanket. The movement shifts the blanket exposing her breast. You stare at it, it's just there, not being licked or kissed or- 'May I help you?' the drawl makes you jump. You look up the Baroness is staring at you. 'I-uh-no, I-uh.' you blush furiously. 'I'm waiting.' she tilts her head. 'I was uh, just fixing the blanket so you didn't get cold.' The Baroness smirks looking at her exposed breast. 'You haven't done a very good job then my dear I expected higher levels of competence from you.' she adjusts the blanket.

Getting up she holds the blanket to her chest but her arse is there for your ogling pleasure. 'See something you like?' she asks over her shoulder bending over as she selects her clothes for the day. You fall back on the bed looking up at the ceiling. 'You are a hell of a woman.' The Baroness chuckles. 'It is in the name dear.' when you look up she is dressed immaculately and her make-up and hair are done. 'How did you do that so fast?' The Baroness shrugs casually. The lock clicks and your cell door is opened up. When you dress you join her downstairs no one is talking to her and she looks alone as she lifts up the porridge in her spoon regarding it with disdain and letting it splatter back in the bowl. 'Too good to eat like the rest of us posh bitch?' someone calls out and the inmates laugh. The Baroness hates this, she adored her luxuries and this was destroying her soul. She looks around and is immediately face-to-face with you. She gasps in surprise and you kiss her. 'Hey beautiful.' there are a few wolf whistles, you smirk and she blushes suddenly she is glowing.

'You must really hate this, huh?' you ask gently sitting beside her and looking at the food. 'It's vile.' she replies sadly. Under the table, you take her hand. 'I know, but you gotta eat, you are already too thin.' you squeeze her hand. 'It's cold now.' she sighs. You take the bowl and give her yours it's warmer. 'Thank you.' she smiles softly at you. 'Y/n!' a guard calls and you look up. 'Your lawyer is here, you have to see her now.' you look confused. 'Apparently, new evidence has been found it looks like you are getting out of here.' The Baroness drops your hand.