Someone Competent

Chapter 8: Steamy

AN: I struggled to write this one, so I hope you all enjoy. <3

Xoxo, Roses

TW: Smut
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"Care to join me, my dear?"

Her words replay in your head like a broken record. You mentally argue with yourself for what seems like hours. The wine from earlier influences your thoughts. Deciding to throw caution and rationality to the wind, you accept her offer.

You unzip the back of your emerald green dress with shaking hands. The fabric falls from your body and pools around your ankles. You remove your undergarments, avoiding eye contact with the Baroness as your skin flushes bright red. You leave your clothes piled on the floor. The Baroness' sage green gown pokes out beneath the layers of your clothes and hers.

Gradually sinking into the warm water, the lavender-scented bubbles surround you. You hug your knees close to your chest and glance at the Baroness. She's smirking at your shy display. She leans her head back and closes her eyes. Water drips down her arms as she rests them on the tub. The smirk still paints her face as she sighs languidly. You slowly grow more comfortable as you watch the Baroness. Easing the grip on your legs, you release some of your body's tension with a sigh.

"Relaxed, my dear?". The Baroness asks softly, noticing the lack of uncertainty in your movements. You hum in agreement but instantly catch your mistake and reply verbally. "Yes, Baroness." She smiles at your quick wit.

You shift your position, determining what to say next. The sound of the water gently sloshing against the tub is the only noise that breaks the comfortable silence. You decide to be bold, knowing the Baroness appreciates it.

Clearing your throat, you ask. "Would you like help with your hair? It's pulled into such a tight bun it can't be relaxing.".

The Baroness lifts her head from the edge of the tub. She smiles softly, gesturing with her left hand as an invitation. The wine from the dinner and nightcap affects your subjectivity. Alcohol clouds your mind as you approach her with growing confidence. You disturb the bubbly water with your fluid actions. The Baroness' enchanting blue eyes follow your movements amorously.

You straddle the Baroness' thighs, delicately removing the crystals from her hair. The Baroness smirks and holds your hips in place, balancing you on her lap. A short table sits behind the Baroness' head. Containers of expensive oils and exfoliating bath salts rest on the table. Reaching to place the crystals on the table, you press yourself further into her. The Baroness' breath hitches as your body pushes closer to hers. You smirk at the effect you have on the older woman.

You pull the last bobby pin out of her long brown hair. It gracefully falls over her shoulders, getting submerged in the water. Strands of grey poke out of her lengthy hair, adding to her beauty.

You gently cup her chin and wipe the mascara stains off of her cheeks. She watches you, eyes filled with fondness. You lean back on her lap to admire her. Her brown hair frames her face, and her eyes shine with adoration. A soft smile paints her glowing face, highlighting her crow's feet. She is an ethereal being, gracing the world with her radiant beauty.

You marvel at her. "You're glorious.". You whisper into the steamy air, running your fingers up her arm. A spark follows your fingertips, warming your entire body. You feel like an unknown entity is pulling you forward with a magnetic force. Your eyes lock on the faded red lipstick lining her lips. An electric buzz fills the space between you as you both lean forward.

Your lips meet in a desperate kiss, sending heat through your veins. Her perfume fills your nostrils, and her lipstick lingers on your tongue. You finally got your answer to how her lipstick tastes.