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Chapter 2

Mary's POV

"Oswald," I thought constantly about him, he was on my mind all the time, but I hadn't spoken to him since we parted ways in that alley weeks ago.

"I need to speak to him, I need to kiss him," I thought remembering all the times I'd seen him out of the corner of my eye at the restaurant, but we hadn't spoken. I still always felt his eyes on me and I knew he longed to be with me again as much as I longed to be with him. And how I longed for him, I wanted him with every breath in my body, and every beat of my heart.

"I want Oswald, only Oswald," I thought as all this went through my mind I laid on the couch in my house alone. I hated my husband, I hated my marriage all I wanted was Oswald. I didn't love my husband; I loved Oswald. This entire time as I waited for the moment to come for us to meet again I replayed our encounter in the alley in my head over and over. Every time Salvatore kissed me I thought of Oswald, I thought of how his lips felt when he kissed me, and of the passion I felt when I was wrapped securely in his arms. When Salvatore put his hands on me and when we had sex only thoughts of Oswald made it bearable.

"What if I never kiss him again? What if I never get the chance to be in his arms ever again," I breathed not realizing as I said my worst fear out loud, I didn't know that very day my wish would come true. As I already said I was home alone laying on the couch in almost complete silence except for the sound of the TV. I wasn't watching it I only had it on for the sound; it wasn't until our name was mentioned that I turned my head giving the screen my full attention now. The story immediately caught my attention; our restaurant had been robbed and people had been killed. Oswald's face instantly filled my mind; what if he was one of the people killed. My mind and heart were racing as I called for Charlie to bring the car, I had to go down there, I had to know that he was alright I couldn't lose him, I loved him too much. If you had looked at me in that moment I would have seemed fine when inside I was in a panic.

When we pulled up in front of the restaurant it was completely deserted. That didn't stop me from bolting from the car before Charlie could even open the door and with a racing heart I went inside afraid of what I'd see. I looked frantic as I looked around in a daze for Oswald praying I didn't see him lying in a bloody mess on the floor. When my eyes finally landed on him I couldn't help, but breathe a sign when I saw him standing there right next to my husband Salvatore. Quickly I schooled my features into that of a worried wife, though the way I had panicked over Oswald didn't make it hard.

"Salvatore," I called hurrying towards the two of them as they both turned in my direction.

" Mary," said Salvatore his voice not hiding his surprise at my presence in the restaurant as I hurried towards him throwing my arms around him and letting the tears I had been holding inside at the thought of losing Oswald spill over in that moment.

"You're ok," I breathed against the shell of his ear letting my eyes stray to Oswald behind his back. I hoped he knew in that moment that my tears weren't for my husband, but for him. All I wanted in that moment was to be in Oswald's arms instead of my husbands.

"Mary what are you doing coming down here?" said Salvatore pulling away holding me by my shoulders.

"How could I not come rushing down here when I saw the news? Salvatore we were robbed, it said people were killed. I was so afraid I would come down here and find out one of those people was you," I exclaimed tears moving down my face as I stared him in the face before suddenly he pulled me close again. I cried in his arms silently picturing Oswald. I felt Salvatore kiss my temple and then he made me look at him as he held my face in his hands pecking me sweetly on the lips.

"Don't be scared honey, I'm fine. I wasn't here when it happened," whispered Salvatore smiling down at me before kissing my lips.

Drying my tears he pulled me so that I was plastered to his side. His arm twined around my waist as he turned us both in Oswald's direction.

"Who's this," I whispered looking up at Salvatore a tiny smile gracing my lips as I looked from him to Oswald our eyes meeting ever so briefly. "This is Palo. He saved us big time honey. The men that robbed us were Falcone's men, they took the money from the back, but this kid took one of the bags of money and he hid in the freezer," said Salvatore never taking his eyes from Oswald as he spoke. As I stood there silently listening to him I was so proud of Oswald; he had earned Salvatore's respect and I knew he would not be washing dishes anymore.

"Palo this is my wife Mary," introduced Salvatore suddenly bringing me out of my head as he did so kissing my head. Our eyes met again in that moment and it gave me chills I just wanted to kiss him and tell him how much I loved him, but that would have to wait. I smiled at him before I let my eyes return to my husband. I was a good actress, I was the picture perfect wife when in all reality I didn't want my husband at all, I wanted my Oswald.

"Mrs. Maroni," whispered Oswald in response to my husband's introduction. I silently hated when he called me that, I didn't want to be Mrs. Maroni with him, I only wanted to be Mary. We were both staring at Salvatore now; neither of us knew what to expect from him now.

"I've decided to make him the new manager of the restaurant," said Salvatore.

My entire body went pale and rigid as I followed his gaze. One of the tables was covered in blood and I could see a body on the floor. In that moment I just wanted to get Oswald and get the hell out of there; I was proud of Oswald for the promotion, but if that happened to the last manager what would happen to Oswald? I quickly hid my face in the crook of my husband's arm before he kissed my temple again.

"Mary, I need you to do something for me. Take Palo and buy him some suits, I want him looking nice if he's going to manager this restaurant," smiled Salvatore. He took both my hands in his and he kissed them as he waited for a response. I smiled up at him sweetly in response and nodding my head I tried to look resigned to having to take a stranger shopping, but inside I was all giddy. I knew Salvatore would kiss me in that moment so with Oswald in my mind I kissed him back when he did gasping and moaning when he thrust his tongue into my mouth, and when he pulled away I smiled up at him.

"I love you," breathed Salvatore.

"I love you too. Please be safe," I smiled before he kissed my forehead and we looked at Oswald.

"My girl's going to take good care of you so you go with her," said Salvatore. I extended my hand to Oswald and hesitating just a moment he took it. With a final wave to my husband I walked Oswald out of the restaurant. Charlie opened the car door and hesitating a moment Oswald got in first then I followed after him. I was so happy I was with Oswald and better yet I didn't need to hide it from my husband because it was his idea.

"Mrs. Maroni," said Charlie looking at me through the rearview mirror for directions as we began to move down the street.

" Take us to the best tailor's in town Charlie, my Oswald needs some suits and only the best will do," I smiled looking at Oswald in that moment. He was sitting rigid in the seat next to me and I quickly took his hand in mine. He still didn't move Oswald remained as rigid as ever staring straight ahead. But when I felt him squeeze my hand I knew instantly why; he didn't trust Charlie and I didn't blame him he didn't know him.

Oswald's POV…

"He was kissing her. He gets to kiss her in front of the whole world while I have to do it in secret in back allies. Is she mine or is she his?" I thought angrily as we moved down the street. I knew I had no right to be jealous because she was his wife not mine, but deep inside she was mine she had said as much and I didn't want another man touching her let alone kissing her.

"I should be the one kissing her not him. She should be my wife, my ring should be on her finger not his," I thought completely lost to my thoughts by now. I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt her take my hand as we drove down the street and suddenly I remembered where we were; in that moment I wanted to kiss her and remind her she was mine, but I couldn't. I couldn't take my eyes off her driver. It was the same man from the alley, he had already seen us kissing, but could he be trusted? I didn't know this man and until I knew any better he was a threat to us both.

"Oswald," whispered Mary making me look at her finally as her hand touched my cheek.

Turning my head, I found her right there and looking into her eyes I wanted so badly to kiss her.

"It's ok Oswald. Charlie works for me, he is my friend. He will keep our secret safe. I trust him so can you," smiled Mary. I couldn't help, but smile at her words as always she knew my every thought.

"You're sure Maroni can't get to him," I whispered looking into her eyes. Without waiting for her answer I brought a hand to rest at her waist and I moved closer to her our heads just slightly touching.

"Yes Charlie would never betray me. Now please stop talking and kiss me. I need you to erase all memory of that man's lips on mine immediately," whispered Mary. Again it was like she read my mind because that was exactly what I intended to do; when I was done kissing her she would know she was mine and a kiss with him would never be the same. I kissed her quickly and with no small hint of desperation. I kissed her with every ounce of heat and love and passion that I possessed and as I did, all I could think was how much I loved her and how I had missed her.

As our lips parted, I rested my head against hers, and I looked into her eyes.

"I hated seeing him kiss you. I want to be the only one to ever kiss you, but I know he has more right to then I do. You are his wife not mine. I know you said you would always be mine, but you said you loved him. Did you mean it?" I whispered letting a hand caress the skin of her cheek. She looked at me and shaking her head she pecked me on the lips before answering.

"No I didn't mean it. I love you Oswald how many times do I have to say that before you believe me? With him it's all an act; the only man I'll ever love is you. If I had a say, you would be the only man to kiss my lips, to touch my body, I only want you and you alone. Even today when I rushed down to the restaurant it wasn't because I was scared for his life; it was because I was scared for you. I was terrified you were one of the people killed. If he died it would be the happiest day of my life, but if you died I would have to kill myself because I love you so much I can't bear the idea of living without you. Please believe me Oswald, my Oswald I love you. When he kisses me I think of you, when he touches me I think of you even when we have sex I think of you not him. He could never make me feel the way you do because you're all I want; you're all I'll ever want," exclaimed Mary taking my face in her hands as she finished speaking and claiming my lips. And as I returned it I believed her; I knew she loved me that she didn't love him because I knew she didn't kiss him like this, she only kissed me like this with such passion it lit a fire in me I can't describe. Suddenly her driver cleared his throat making me jump away from her. With her hand still in mine she smiled at her driver before looking out the window. "We're here. Come on lets go get you some new suits. Only the best for my Oswald," smiled Mary before the car door opened.

Mary's POV…

Oswald and I spent hours at the tailors buying him his suits.

"You look incredible," I whispered into his ear as he stood before a mirror in one of his new suits. He looked at me through the mirror with a grin and I swear he could have made me melt. Finally we walked out of the store with his eight brand new suits. He wore one directly out of the store and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Charlie put his other new suits in the trunk before we got back into the car. Before I knew it we were moving down the street and I just couldn't keep my hands and eyes off Oswald; he was so handsome. This car ride was different from the one before, this time Oswald didn't hesitate to throw an arm around my shoulders.

I couldn't hide my smile when he kissed me my own arms sliding around his neck.

"I love you Oswald," I moaned against his lips. He looked down at me a certain light in his eyes.

"I love you my Mary. My beautiful Mary," breathed Oswald. He kissed me as soon as the words left his mouth and as always he took my breath away as he claimed my heart again. Before I knew it I was laying on my back on the seat of the car with his body covering mine.

I wanted him so badly. With Salvatore it took so much for me to even be ready for him, but with Oswald he was all I wanted. I wanted him in that moment so badly, I was so wet for him, Salvatore had never made me feel anything let alone anything like this, and I wanted so much for him to make love to me. What Salvatore and I did couldn't exactly be called making love because there was no love involved whatsoever. If anything it was merely me laying there while he took me and I usually had to fake everything; none of it was real. With Oswald I knew I wouldn't have to fake anything, and with Oswald I knew it wouldn't be just sex it would be love. We would make love.

Oswald ran his hands over my waist as he deepened the kiss making me moan, but his hands didn't stray any lower they stayed at my waist and they didn't move.

"Oswald," I gasped running my hands over his chest before attacking his lips hoping this would encourage him to touch me the way I wanted, but his hands stayed put. I didn't know what was wrong; did he not want me like that?

"Oswald," I breathed looking up into his eyes. Taking his head into my hands I looked at him and I knew he could see the confusion in my eyes.

"Make love to me Oswald. I want you so badly. I love you, I want you to make love to me, and I want you to touch me. I want you to make me yours in every way. Please Oswald touch me, make love to me," I exclaimed attacking his lips as soon as I was done speaking. And he kissed me back with so much passion and heat, but he still didn't make a move to touch me.

Finally the kiss broke, he stared down at me and I wished in that moment I could know what he was thinking. Was he going to give me an answer? He said he loved me so he had to want me in that way, right? In that moment part of me was scared maybe he didn't.

Oswald's POV…

Her words filled me with so many emotions all at the same time. Here she was my Mary, she was lying beneath me and she wanted me to touch her, to make love to her, but I couldn't. I wanted to obey her every command, I wanted to take her and make her mine in every way, I wanted to give her love and pleasure and make her feel things her husband never could, but I wanted to do it right. I loved her and I felt pride in the fact that I could make her want me like this, but I felt fear as well. She was married I knew she had more experience than I did; what if I wasn't enough for her.

"I love you Mary," I whispered. I felt like I had to say that to her before I said anything else. I was scared and nervous; I had never been with a woman mostly because I didn't want anyone that wasn't her and in that moment I was afraid I would disappoint her. And I couldn't make love to her in the back of a car; I couldn't make her mine like that.

Looking down at her still, I was completely lost in my thoughts once more when I felt her hands leave my face and come to settle on my chest. Her eyes peered into mine and as quickly as her hands found my chest they left again to fall against the leather seat beneath us. She stared at me and I stared at her and the sight of the unshed tears in her eyes made my heart clench. I hated seeing them and I hated not knowing why; I didn't know what I had done wrong.

"Mary, "I breathed moving to kiss her, but she turned her head away.

"Please Oswald make love to me," whispered Mary turning to look at me again. Tears were now running down her cheeks as I leaned my head against hers.

I kissed away her tears holding her face in my hands.

"I can't Mary, not like this," I whispered tenderly kissing her lips as I took her hands in mine laying them against my chest. She kissed me back, but I could feel as her tears continued to fall. When our lips parted I gazed down at her ridding her of her tears once more.

"Why don't you want me?" whispered Mary as I did this and her words stopped me in my tracks.

I suddenly knew why she was crying. She thought I was saying no because I didn't want her in that way; she didn't know that I wanted her more than anything in the world. I kissed her in answer to her question before holding her face in my hands making her look at me.

"I do. You have no idea how much I want you Mary. I love you so much; I want you so much. Don't ever think that I don't because I do, but I'm not going to make love to you like this. When I make you mine, when I make love to you it's not going to be in the back of a car. I want to take you back to my hiding place and I want to make love to you in my bed. Rest assured my love I want you," I exclaimed before she pulled me down to kiss her. Her arms coiled around my neck and I couldn't stop the groan that snuck passed my lips. God, I loved this woman, I loved her, my Mary more than anything in the world.

"Take me to your hiding place Oswald. Take me to your bed and make me yours. Make love to me my Oswald," gasped Mary running her hands down my chest seductively. I smiled down at her; her words did things to me I couldn't even describe. Slowly I kissed her in answer before pulling my body from hers. After I told her driver where to go, we sat side by side in the back of the car. My arm was thrown across her shoulders as my other hand held her hand.

She had her face nuzzled into the crook of my throat, her lips lightly teasing the skin she found there, and in that moment the world felt right. We were silent as we drove through the streets of Gotham, but in the back of my mind I was still scared. Like always she must have sensed my fear because suddenly she turned my head to look at her and she kissed me.

"What's wrong," whispered Mary smiling as I leaned into her touch as she cupped my cheek in her palm. Taking her hand from my face, I kissed her palm and the tips of her fingers.

I had never lied to Mary before, she was always the only one I told everything to, but I wasn't sure how to tell her this. Finally I decided to simply say it.

"Mary, I've never been with a woman…like that before," I said the words leaving my mouth quickly. Mary simply stared at me a moment before she smiled. Caressing my cheek once more, she kissed me before looking at me.

"Oswald you have no idea how happy that makes me," whispered Mary.

"Really, why?" I exclaimed looking at her.

"I've only ever been with my husband and every time I always thought of you. My body is just for you, I'm yours, and to know your mine, too, it only makes me love you more. I love you Oswald; I don't care how much experience you have I only want to be yours. This means we belong to each other in every way," whispered Mary smiling as she kissed me. Her words made my heart soar as I kissed her with every ounce of my love. In that same moment her driver cleared his throat making us both turn in his direction.

"We're here Mrs. Maroni," said Charlie before getting out of the car to open the door. As we waited for the door to open, we stared at each other. Suddenly she kissed me again as the door opened. Looking at her as our lips parted I could see only her love in her eyes.

"Take me to your bed my Oswald," smiled Mary before taking my hand and pulling me out of the car.