The one he never forgot

by scorpion22

Oswald had a great love once a woman he never could forget about. A woman he never could stop loving. When he sees he after so long will the spark reignite between them. Will she give him another reason to want power and will the fact that she's married change anything between them. Read and find out. I own nothing and it is rated M for later chapters. Also please review.

4. Everything and the truth

Here is the latest chapter, I hope you like it. I am so glad I have got such a great response with this story and I would like to thank Lola93091 for continuing to support this story. I am really grateful. Also I was wondering how everyone was liking the flashbacks in this story because I am going to have more of them, but I was just wondering. Please let me know what you think and please read, review, and enjoy.

Chapter 4

Mary's POV…

I was in my closet standing naked before my endless amount of clothing, my clothes were the only thing I really had in this marriage everything else was his, but this. I indulged in each and every piece because until now I had nothing else to live for, but that had all changed when Oswald had returned to my life. Now I didn't need any of this; I only needed him my Oswald. So I stood there before my clothes trying to decide what to wear for dinner. Never before had I had this much trouble deciding such a thing, for Salvatore I usually just threw something on looking as presentable as I needed to, but now I wanted to look beautiful. I had never wanted to intentionally look beautiful before, I didn't want to look pretty for Salvatore I didn't even want him touching me, and this wasn't for him. I would never be his; I was Oswald's only Oswald's. I wanted to look beautiful for him my Oswald, he would be there at dinner tonight, and though I couldn't be with him by his side I wanted to be beautiful just for him. I wanted to walk into that restaurant and have him look at me and know I was just for him. I wanted him to know that though I may be married to Maroni I was his, I would always be his, and hopefully someday I would be by his side. A week had passed since the so called robbery, Oswald was managing the restaurant, and he was doing such a wonderful job. He was going by the name Palo and while part of me was worried about when Maroni discovered the truth I was so proud of him. He was brilliant, he always had been, and he was meant for greatness of that I was sure. But one question that still filled my mind was why? Why was he being so deceptive with a fake name?

"He'll tell me when he can," I whispered as I riffled through my racks of clothes indecisively. Oswald would always be honest with me I knew this without any question. He would lie to everyone; everyone, but me. And I loved him even more for that.

Oswald trusted me and that meant more to me than all the clothes, all the money in the world. I knew he would tell me everything in time, I just had to give him that time; I just had to be patient. Though I wanted to ask him, I wanted to know, but I was afraid to ask. Part of me felt like I had to know, it was hard enough calling him Palo instead of Oswald, and I was constantly afraid of slipping up. Would he be mad if I asked though? Could I just ask about that, about why he was using a fake name without asking about everything else? But I let that all wonder to the back of my mind as I finally found what I would wear. Finally I knew exactly what I would wear to look beautiful for Oswald; I had three hours until I was expected for dinner, and for the first time I couldn't wait. I couldn't wait to see my Oswald. Laying back in a bath, I thought about the last time we had been together almost a week ago; it was incredible.

"He was so passionate. He made love to me so sweetly; it was wonderful. He was wonderful, my Oswald," I thought as I laid in the warm water the bubbles clinging to my skin. I had seen Oswald almost every day since, but it was so hard seeing him, but not being able to walk into his arms. Not being able to kiss him, to feel his arms around me was hard, and having to be with Maroni instead was so hard. I had to kiss him, I had to let him touch me, but only thoughts of Oswald made it bearable. And he didn't make it any easier always so handsome in his finely tailored suits, his blue ice eyes looking at me giving me chills that went straight to my core, and he was just so sexy. To others he might look plain, but to me he was my sexy handsome Oswald. I loved him; I couldn't wait to be by his side, to be with him, and away from Maroni forever. I couldn't wait for that day to come; I wanted to be with Oswald. He was all I could think of all of the time, he was even in my dreams. I loved when I would dream of him, in the safety of my dreams I could kiss him, I could be in his arms, and I never had to leave him. And though I knew it wasn't real, it was all I had, and it would have to be enough for now. Until we could be together in real life I would have to take what I could get, I would have to bide my time, and wait. As that thought went through my mind I left the water shivering as I wrapped my body in a towel. For a second as the soft white fibers hugged my wet skin I thought of Oswald, I remembered the way his hands, his lips had felt against my skin as he touched me, as he made love to me, and I silently wished he was here with me. I silently wished I could feel his arms around me keeping me warm and safe and loved, but I pushed that thought away opening my eyes with a sign as I left the room. Moving out of the room, I looked at my outfit as it lay across the bed; Oswald would love me in it of that I was sure. He would know I was his that I had dressed just for him when he saw me I would make sure of it. And even better than that tonight Maroni wouldn't be home until late so I could be with Oswald, we could be together tonight, and I had a feeling he would love me even more out of it. Retrieving my brush from the bedside table I thought once more about whether to ask him about this mystery that seemed to surround him. Part of me was afraid if I did I would lose him again and that couldn't happen, but another part had to know. What if he was in trouble really bad trouble? Why was he being called Palo? Why was he living as if he was in hiding; was he in hiding? What was going on?

All these questions were running wild inside my head as I moved back into the bathroom absentmindedly brushing my hair as I did so. I knew these questions would haunt my mind until I asked him, but what would he say. I knew he would be honest that was the only real thing I knew for sure, but the answers could be really bad. What would I say, or do if they were? I loved Oswald, but we lived in Gotham city crime was a way of life would I be able to accept that he was a criminal now. Just as that thought ran through my mind I looked in the mirror, I looked at myself, and I wanted to slap myself for thinking such a thing. The Man I was married to now was a mob boss, a criminal, and if the man I truly loved was too it didn't really matter to me. Oswald could be whatever he wanted to be, he could be a criminal, and I would still love him. I would still stand by his side; I would never leave him no matter what happened. I smiled at myself as I looked in the mirror, the answers didn't matter anymore all I needed was the truth, and Oswald as long as I had that I was the happiest girl in Gotham. Getting dressed I called Charlie to bring the car, and stepping inside we headed to the restaurant; I couldn't wait.

Oswald's POV…

It had been a week since the robbery, a week since Maroni had made me the manager, and a week since I had been alone with my Mary. What had happened between us was always on my mind. I missed her. I loved her. I needed to see her, to touch her, to kiss her. I didn't need to even make love to her though I really wanted to, but what we had wasn't purely based on that. I just want her by my side. I loved seeing her every day when she had dinner with Maroni at the restaurant, but I still wanted to be with her. I wanted to be like we were in my hiding place when it was just the two of us, when I could kiss her, and be with her. I loved her. She was my Mary; she was my girl. My life had been a mess since that day on the pier, but she was the one good thing that had come out of it so far. If I hadn't of done the things I had done, if I hadn't of snitched on Fish, and faked my own death I would never have found her again. I had her back now after so long, after making that mistake all those years ago in the park when I left her there in the rain; we had found each other again. And I knew this was because she was my soulmate, I would find her always because the two of us we were meant to be; she was mine, I was hers, we were soulmates. I would never leave her again nothing would ever keep us apart ever again. I loved her, she loved me, and she would be by my side someday. She would be my wife someday.

Mary arrived in that moment as if she could sense she was on my mind. As she entered the restaurant, I approached her to greet her, my eyes running over her; she was beautiful. She was always beautiful, but the way she looked then she was stunning in every way, and she was mine that made my heart fill with pride. Moving closer on my way to greet her, I couldn't help, but smile as I scanned her. She was drop dead gorgeous; it took everything for me to suppress the urge to kiss her.

"Look what she's wearing she dressed for me. She wouldn't wear that for him; it's all for me," I thought as I took her in. She wore a ruby red blouse that showed just a hint of cleavage, a short black skirt that left plenty of her long slender legs for me to see; they clung to her curves in the most delious way. It was what she wore around her neck, the way she wore her hair, and what she wore on her feet that told me she dressed for me; she was all for me. She was mine, Mary was my girl, and she had dressed especially for me that filled me with pride and love all of it for her. The soft mahogany brown of her hair was curled the way she had once worn it when we were younger. It hung down over her shoulders the way I had once told her I loved; years ago I had loved running my fingers through her hair when she wore it like that. In that moment I wanted to do that, I wanted to run my fingers through her hair like I had so many years before. I had only ever given Mary one gift in the entire time I had known her; she wore that gift around her neck. It was a simple necklace with a pearl pendant. It wasn't a real pearl, but that had never mattered to her things like that never did. When I had given it to her for her birthday so many years before she had loved it and now she wore it around her neck as a sign that she was mine. What she wore on her feet was what really made me love her. If we had been alone I would have kissed her then and there. She wore the dress shoes she had once called her come fuck me heels, they had once been her only dress shoes, and at first I hadn't understood why she called them that. I learned quickly though, she just looked so sexy in those black stiletto heels, I had loved watching her in them, and when she had worn them then that was when I would have naughty sexy thoughts of her. Thoughts of her on her back beneath me; thoughts of making love to her like I had done a week ago. Looking at her now as she stood in them I found they had the same effect on me. As she approached the soft click of those heels made my blood hot, hot for her. And then finally we were face to face and I so wanted to kiss her, but I couldn't. I hated that I couldn't.

"Good evening Mrs. Maroni," I said smiling kindly at her while in reality I hated calling her that. She should be Mrs. Cobblepot not Mrs. Maroni.

"Hello," said Mary simply looking quickly away from me, I knew it was all an act the way she acted now, but it still pained me when she seemed almost afraid to talk to me. Maroni had her under his thumb that was something I learned quickly when I took this job, she couldn't have any friends, she wasn't really allowed to talk to anyone; all Maroni expected her to do was sit at home doing nothing, or spend her days shopping. She was unhappy that was only another reason for me to hate him. Maroni spotted her in that moment, he came to be at her side pulling her into his arms, and looking at them I wanted to switch places with him so badly. I hated seeing her kiss him, I had no choice, but to stand there and watch her let him kiss her. When his tongue slipped into her mouth making her moan I wanted to pull her away from him, I wanted to kill him, and take her into my arms to replace his lips with mine. I wanted to be able to kiss her in front of everyone, I wanted to feel her in my arms her own arms wrapped around me in the most soothing way, but for now I was forced to watch him with her. I would have to bide my time and wait then the day would come when she was mine, she would be mine.

"Next time I see her I am going to make her forget every kiss he's ever given her," I thought my heart and mind filled with jealousy. It took everything not to become overwhelmed with rage at the sight of her with him; I couldn't help, but be jealous. I hated seeing my Mary in the arms of another man. Finally they stopped their display; Mary took his arm, and he led her away. I watched her out of the corner of my eye all night.

Mary's POV…

As Salvatore kissed me slipping his tongue into my mouth it was so hard not to flinch away from him. I felt his body against mine, his arms around me, but it took the image of Oswald kissing me to keep me from gagging. I hated this man only the thought of Oswald kissing me the way only he could made the whole experience bearable. I hated him; I loved Oswald. I wanted Oswald to be kissing me not this man who I was forced to call my husband that was all I could think about as the kiss finally ended. I was silent as Salvatore looped my arm around his leading me away from Oswald. Walking away from him I hoped the truth wasn't lost on him, I hoped he saw through the act I put on to the sham that it truly was, and most importantly I hoped he knew I loved him that there was nothing for him to worry about, or be jealous about. I hoped he knew I wanted him and only him. I knew he would be jealous, Oswald was just naturally jealous, but I hoped he could see through that to my true feelings, to my love for him and him alone. I loved him, only him.

Throughout dinner I could feel his eyes on me, it was like a gentle caress to my soul; it was one of the things that made the whole night bearable. I couldn't wait to be with Oswald later, I couldn't wait for tonight when I knew I would be in his arms. I couldn't wait for the moment when I could leave the man next to me and be with my true love. When that time finally came I wanted to jump out of my seat, but I controlled the urge to do so. I kissed my husband goodbye before heading to the door. As I was walking towards the door I saw Oswald. Our eyes met, I hoped he saw my love for him then, and looking at him a second I tried to convey that I would see him later that night.

Getting into the car, I smiled a genuine smile as we drove away, I knew Oswald wouldn't be back at his hiding place for a few hours, and it seemed too long. I wanted to be with him now. I wanted to kiss him, to be in his arms. I wanted him to make sweet passionate love to me. I wanted Oswald; I needed Oswald. I loved Oswald. And I wanted him sooner rather than later.

Oswald's POV…

"I get to see my Mary tonight. She's mine all mine for just a little while tonight," I smiled as I returned to my hiding place. The look she gave me as she left the restaurant hadn't been lost on me; she would be all mine tonight and I intended to take full advantage of it.

"I'm going to make it so she never forgets who her love is. She will never forget she belongs to me, only me," I whispered after walking through the door into my little home. Moving through the dim lighting I turned on what lights there were as I entered the kitchenette slumping down into the lone chair. Taking off my jacket I hung it across the back of the chair before sitting down with a sign. As I waited for her my Mary I thought about everything that had happened and that would happen. I would have to bide my time until I could reveal to Maroni who I truly was, I knew things must go as planned for me to get the power I desperately wanted; I needed that power to get my girl, my Mary. It was hard waiting though; it was hard seeing him with her on his arm day after day. The sight of my girl on that man's arm made my blood boil with anger and part of me wanted to fly into a jealous rage. She was my Mary not his she should be with me on my arm every day.

"She's my girl no one should be kissing her, or touching her, but me," I growled menacingly my fingers tapping against the linoleum table. I didn't like that man touching my Mary, she was mine, but until I had any power in this town I would have to suffer. Until that day came I would have to watch the woman I loved with another man.

When a gentle almost silent knock sounded at my door I instantly jumped up from my seat. It was her, my Mary it had to be, but I was still couscous just in case it wasn't.

"Who is it?" I asked staring at the door waiting for whoever was on the other side to answer.

"It's Mary," whispered Mary and the second I heard her sweet voice I grasped the doorknob yanking the door open. Mary was standing there looking as breathtaking as before and without any hesitation I grabbed her hand pulling her inside.

"I hated seeing that man kissing you earlier. I am the only man that should ever kiss your lips," I growled closing the door behind her leaning her against it as I claimed her lips like I had been aching to do. It felt so good to have her in my arms again.

"I love you Oswald. You know he means nothing to me," gasped Mary when I let our lips part for a moment, but her words only made me kiss her again. My arms encircled her waist as hers twined almost sufficatingly around my neck as we kissed with abandon. Her lips were the best thing in the world and deepening it I knew Maroni's kisses were gone from her mind now I would forever be all she could think of. Mary returned my kisses eagerly slipping her fingers into my hair using it to pull me as close as our bodies would allow, we kissed for an unknown amount of time becoming lost to each other, and in that moment I think we both felt complete. I never wanted to let her go. Finally our lips parted and we looked at each other; it had only been a week since we had last been together like this, but even that was too long.

"I missed you my Oswald," whispered Mary our foreheads touching briefly.

"I have missed you too. How long do I have you for?" I growled slipping my hands over her sides until my arms wrapped around her waist once more.

"Don't worry my Oswald I am all yours. Always all yours for the next few hours. Now please stop talking and kiss me," exclaimed Mary her hands sliding over my slim looking shoulders using them to pull me back to her. Mary practically glued her body to mine before kissing me with such a passion it made me forget everything, but her and the here and now. So I did as she commanded, I kissed her my hands still firmly at her waist as I guided her back to the kitchenette to my empty chair. Our kiss broke then, her hands moved over my chest, and suddenly she pushed me into the chair I had been sitting in. Before I could comment on her actions, Mary was in my lap straddling me as her hands cupped my face, and growling in response I gripped her waist tighter kissing her back when she attacked my lips.

"I'm all yours for three to four hours and I intend to use every single second of that time. I needed to see you Oswald. I needed you, I missed you so much; I love you Oswald, my Oswald only you. I love you, I love you, and I always will," breathed Mary her words making my heart beat fast as she kissed every inch of my face then along my jaw before finding my lips again.

I looked at her as she sat there with me; I wished every moment of my life could be like this with her. Her words of love filled me with even more love for her, they made me quiver as I leaned into the sweet softness of her skin, and the sheer fact that everything she said made her mine made me smile a smile like I could never remember smiling before. It amazed me the effect this woman had on me. Mary had just said she was mine, instead of being home alone she was here with me, instead of being with her husband she was here with me, and most of all out of all the other men in Gotham she wanted me. Mary loved me. This beautiful exquisite woman who I had fallen deeply in love with loved me too. I was the luckiest man in Gotham power, or no power.

"Are you comfortable; I'm not hurting you am I," whispered Mary as she moved to sit on my lap now no longer straddling me. She was referring to my bad leg, but I didn't really care as long as she loved me, as long as she was there with me everything was perfect, and as I felt her arms around me I was perfect.

"I'm perfect. As long as you stay right here I'm perfect. I love you Mary, my beautiful Mary. I wish I never had to let you go; I wish you didn't have to leave me to go back to him," I growled remembering the moment earlier that day when Maroni had kissed her and touched her. I kissed her again in that moment before finding the delicate skin of her throat kissing it before nipping at it making her moan that sound made me want to grab her and carry her to the bed to show her who she belonged to, but I knew there would be time for that. When I finally stopped kissing her she looked as if she couldn't remember how to talk so she merely nodded in agreement covering my hands with hers as they rested on her knees. Slowly she slumped in my arms and for a moment we sat there together in silence. She looked deep in thought, but I didn't know about what.

"Oswald I need to ask you something. Can I ask you something please?" breathed Mary looking me in the eyes. I looked at her in that moment, I trusted her like no one else, and I would answer any questions she had without hesitation.

"Mary I told you I trust you. I trust you with everything; I love you. You never have to worry about asking me anything because you can. I will always tell you the truth I promise you are the one person I will never lie to," I explained loving it when she smiled in response kissing me tenderly, but a little too quickly for my liking. And despite that when she smiled at me I knew she loved me.

"Why did you tell Maroni your name is Palo? Oswald I need to know what's going on your acting as if you're in trouble, as if you're hiding from something, or somebody." asked Mary. Those questions made me pause for only a moment, I had meant what I said I would always tell her the truth I trusted her, but would she still love me when I told her everything. What would she think of me when she learned about everything I had done and everything I had been doing; what would she say when she learned of everything I planned to do? Would she still be able to love me?

"I love you Oswald," whispered Mary our eyes locking as I looked up at her. She knew exactly what to say, she always did. And suddenly I felt like a fool for thinking this woman wouldn't stand by me come what may; she loved me she wouldn't leave me. She was the most important thing in my life, she knew me better than anyone, and she knew when I was struggling with my inner thought she knew how to make it better.

"Gotham city thinks I'm dead Mary. That is the way it must be for now, they can't know I'm alive at least not yet. I have a plan, but it must run its course for just a little while then when the time is right I will reveal myself. Palo is merely an alias I use with Maroni I have more, but to you my Mary I will always be Oswald, your Oswald. I am working out the moves I must make to achieve my ultimate goal; I am going to be king of Gotham Mary. I'm really working for Don Falcone, he thinks I am, he wants me to get myself among Maroni's men, and I have done that. I must make myself indispensable to him so I will know his every move and then I can tell Falcone. They will both think I am their lapdog, but I will not be that for either of them. I will never be that again; I will be the boss someday then I will work solely for myself. I was Fish Mooney's lapdog for a while, but I will never be that again. I might have to do many bad things, but to achieve my endgame it's all worth it. In the beginning when all this began that endgame was only to be king of Gotham, but not anymore. That all changed when I saw you again, it made me realize that wasn't all I wanted; I want you too. I want you Mary, I want you to be mine and mine alone. And if I get this power I will have you forever, you will be mine there will be no more going back to Maroni, and no more leaving me. You will be mine always and I will get everything I want. I want to come home to you every day, I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want to in front of whoever I want to, I want to hold you in my arms every day, and make love to you whenever I want to without wondering when you have to go back to him. I want you to wear my ring on your finger and call you my wife; I want people to call you Mrs. Cobblepot not Mrs. Maroni. I love you Mary, I want you Mary forever. I want to be king of Gotham and I want you to stand by my side as my queen. But the worst part is I could have already had that if I hadn't of walked away from you. If I hadn't of left you in the rain that day, if I hadn't of chosen my mother over you, you would still be by my side, and we wouldn't have to sneak around like this. You and I would be married if I hadn't of been so stupid and walked away. I regret that more then you know; it is my biggest regret I wish I could go back, and change it. But I promise I will never leave you again; I love you Mary," I explained signing as I finished speaking as I waited for her to leave me. I couldn't look at her not after everything that had been said; I couldn't watch her walk away from me like I had done to her. But when Mary took my face in her hands forcing me to look into her exquisitely expressive green eyes only then did I see everything that really mattered.

Those eyes I loved, her eyes were filled with nothing, but her love for me. Looking at her now I knew she would never walk away from me, she was with me for the long haul. She would love me forever just as I would love her forever.

"You will be king of Gotham Oswald. I know you will, you are brilliant, you are destined for greatness, and I look forward to the day you get your power. I will look forward to the day you can take me away from him; when that day comes I can stand by your side forever. I can be yours for the rest of my life. I love you; I love you more than anything Oswald despite the past. I have always loved you nothing will ever change that," smiled Mary ending her words with a kiss that lit me on fire in ways only she could. Pulling her closer, I deepened the kiss moving my hands over her body silently opening the bottom half of her blouse hearing as the buttons slipped free with little pops.

"You'll be my queen?" I gasped breaking the kiss my nose lightly touching hers. She answered me with her lips that were quickly becoming my favorite way for her to answer me. I loved kissing her and holding her close. I felt as her hands moved over my chest opening my shirt to slip her hands inside to caress the skin beneath. I loved having her touch me even this simple action had me coming alive like a livewire.

"Yes Oswald, my Oswald. I will be your queen, I will never leave your side, and I will always stand by your side no matter what happens. I will be whatever you need me to be; I love you," exclaimed Mary her eyes gazing transfixed into mine before our lips met again.

" I love you Mary," I whispered in-between kisses opening her blouse completely in that moment stopping in shock when I found nothing beneath the red fabric, but the soft smooth beautiful skin of her body. It was incredible having her here with me and peeling the red blouse from her body I looked at her. She was beautiful her skin shining in the dim light as I slid my hands over her before stopping to look at her. The sight of her made me crazy, I could feel myself harden almost completely, and when she smiled I knew she could too. As I peppered her neck with kisses I felt her hand then touching me through my pants and groaning all I could think was how I had missed her. And god how I loved her.

"Mary," I growled pulling away from the sweet cherry of her skin to look at her as she sat there her gaze half lidded as she continued to touch me. While my mouth had been tasting her sweet flesh my hands had remained at her sides gently stroking them. I wanted to touch her, to make her mine again like I had before. I needed her, I wanted her; I loved her.

"Touch me Oswald please touch me," exclaimed Mary her voice erotically low, it was so sexy; I felt myself harden even more. Letting my eyes travel over each and every one of her ravishing curves I ate her with my eyes letting my hands caress her breasts for a second before moving over the rest of her beautiful body. She was just so damn beautiful. Gingerly I peppered her collarbone and the tops of her breasts with kisses as I moved my hands over her flat belly then I took her breasts in my hands once more. She watched me the entire time without a word, but when I brought my tongue to lave over one breast; she moaned my name. It was quickly becoming one of my favorite sounds.

Watching her, I loved how her eyes became heavy with her passion, the way her body seemed to quiver in anticipation for me to touch her, and most of all I loved how she encouraged me to continue with her silent actions and sultry sounds. Finally leaving her collarbone, I moved to her breasts watching the mounds of flesh with hunger until suddenly I took a nipple into my mouth completely.

"Oswald," moaned Mary as her nipple puckered from within my mouth her hands finding my hardness once more. I groaned then and she continued to touch me as I touched her, my timid fingers playing with her other nipple making it harden before my mouth found it beginning to give it the same treatment as the first. When I was done with that I looked at her, she was out of breath her eyes were filled with desire, she was beautiful, and then suddenly she was kissing me.

I could never get enough of this, I would never tire of her here with me; I would never tire of her lips against mine. She was my missing piece. She was the other half of my heart; I don't know how I survived all that time without her. Mary was my heart, my soul; my everything. I loved her.

Mary's POV…

I don't know how long I sat there on his lap just kissing him, but when we looked at each other again the look in his eyes made me want him all the more. His eyes were glazed over with his love, his desire, and it was all for me. Slowly his lips found the cool skin of my throat as his hands left my sides moving over my legs, so now I was across his lap my feet leaving the floor. I was putty in his arms now. Oswald stopped his attentions to my throat and I watched him then as he seemed to look at every part of me. It was like he was devouring me his cold hands moving up my legs making gooseflesh appear his eyes watching his every movement as if in fascination.

He watched his hands move over my thighs, over my calves, over my ankles not stopping until he reached my feet only then did he finally look at me once more.

"You dressed for me today didn't you," smiled Oswald wrapping one hand around one of my ankles while his other hand moved temptingly up my spine.

"Yes I did though I wasn't sure you'd notice," I whispered moving to lightly kiss him. Oswald smiled that big toothy grin I loved then nodding his head as he too attacked my lips kissing me with a ferocity I had never known before.

" I did notice; I especially liked it when I saw you were wearing these," growled Oswald breaking away from my lips to scan me again removing one stiletto heel showing it to me in reference to his meaning. I smiled at him then I knew he would remember those heels.

I remembered the look on his face when I would wear them in the past, how he would look at me with heat in his eyes, but never do anything about it. I hoped that wouldn't be the case this time. As if sensing my thoughts as I sensed his he kissed me removing the other shoe before throwing the pair across the room with a thud looking at me the entire time. The look in his sexy mystic blue eyes made it clear this wasn't like long ago. Oswald loved me and he intended to make love to me right there and then.

"Stand up," whispered Oswald watching me as I did as he said moving to stand between his legs while he remained in the chair watching me. I was dressed in only my black skirt, heels, and the panties I wore beneath my skirt. Looking into his eyes I silently wondered what he was going to do. His hands found my waist first gripping them as he leaned forward in his chair looking at me as he did. Oswald brought his lips to my stomach covering it in loving butterfly kisses moving up the flatness of it to the valley between my breasts. It felt so good to have him love me like only he could. Wrapping his arms around me, Oswald pulled me even closer signing when my fingers moved through his hair caressing his scalp, and then I felt him kiss the tops of both my breasts before lowering the zipper on my skirt. Gently he moved the garment down my legs letting me step out of it, he threw it across the room like he had my shoes, and then he leaned back to take me in.

I stood before him now in only a sexy red thong and as his eyes scoured my body I couldn't remember feeling more wanted in my life.

"Come here," growled Oswald his eyes finally meeting mine. Not waiting a second, I straddled him once more our clothed sexes coming into contact as I settled on top of him both of us moaning as we felt each other. Oswald looked at me with such wonder as his hands moved over my waist before sliding them over my back to pull me closer. Sitting there chest to chest with him I felt the hardness of his cock beneath my core and I couldn't help, but feel pride. Pride that I had caused this in him, pride that it was my touch, my lips, and my body that made him this aroused. Holding him tightly in my arms in that moment, I kissed him; I kissed him with every ounce of love that I held in my heart for him.

Scraping my nails down over his chest, over his nipples like before making him groan I kissed him with so much passion my tongue finding its way into his mouth. When we ended it, we looked at each other I could tell something was on his mind.

"Oswald what is it," I breathed kissing along his jaw.

"I was thinking about you, about how I want to learn every inch of you. I want to know what you like and what you dislike. I want to know what brings you pleasure; I want to explore you. Will you let me do that? Will you let me explore every single bit of you; will you let me learn your body until I can play it like a fine instrument. I want to have my way with you if you'll let me. I want to make love to you and make you feel things he can't. I love you Mary; I want to make love to you," exclaimed Oswald his touch so tender across my skin as he ran his fingers over me making me wet with every touch. I answered him with an erotic lip lock shivering as his words and his lips made me feel beautiful and sexy and so many things that I couldn't even describe. This man could light me on fire without even trying.

"I love you my Oswald. I love everything about you. I love your kisses especially though. You're a very good kisser, no one's ever kissed me like you do; no one's ever made me feel the way you do," I breathed leaning more into his cool almost chilly touch. He smiled in response moving to kiss me again taking my hands in his.

"Good then I will kiss you more, as much as possible. I do love kissing you; it is one of my favorite things to do. Is that a yes though? Can I have my way with you; can I make love to you my beautiful Mary?" Whispered Oswald.

"Yes Oswald you can do whatever you want. I'm yours you don't have to ask to make love to me; you don't have to ask to do anything to me. As long as you're the one touching and kissing me I'm sure I'll enjoy anything you do. I want you as much as you want me," I smiled before his lips were on mine again kissing me in his exquisite way. When he was finished plundering the rich recesses of my mouth I could hard breath that was the effect he had on me. He looked at me as if deciding where to begin before a wicked smile curled his lips.

"Let's go lay on the bed," whispered Oswald and with his hands still on my hips I obeyed. Standing I watched him as he watched me, together we moved slowly out of the kitchenette to the bed, and when my knees hit the bed I fell onto it pulling him down on top of me. It felt so good to be with him on his bed again with his body covering mine. I had missed him; I loved him. Spreading my legs, I loved the way he smiled as he settled between them, and moving his hand up my stomach over my ribs he kissed me as he took my breasts in each of his hands.

"I love you," whispered Oswald into the skin of my neck as he moved down the length of it making me purr.

"I want you to tell me what you like; tell me what makes you feel good," continued Oswald looking at me briefly before kissing my shoulder then lightly nipping at it. Moaning loudly, I made it quite clear I liked what he was doing to me, my hands moving over his chest, and trying to slip his open shirt from his body I was surprised when he wouldn't let me. He grabbed my hands kissing them before laying them across his chest.

"Oswald please let me undress you, I don't like being nearly naked while you are still fully clothed. I want to touch you, to feel you completely. I want to be skin to skin with you; I don't want there to be any barrier between us. I love you, I need you; you have no idea how much I want you," I whispered beginning to remove his shirt once more, but he stopped me again.

"Oswald," I whined before he kissed me. It was quick as his lips left my lips moving over my face over my cheeks and eyes and forehead. He held my hands in his still his lips finding them now ever so briefly before he looked at me before kissing the tops of my breasts.

"Patience my Mary you will have me naked on top of you soon. This isn't about me this is about you. I must know every inch of you; I must be able to bring you pleasure without even trying. I want to focus solely on you. You my beautiful girl, my beautiful Mary. I want you to think of nothing, but the feel of me touching you, on the pleasure I bring you," explained Oswald continuing to touch me with his touch feather light.

" You already bring me pleasure without trying Oswald," I gasped feeling as my words made him smile before he bit into my milky flesh making me cry out in the pleasure that shot through me. And so I let him have his way with me then, I let him touch me, and get to know everything that made me quiver in my pleasure. I let him know what he did to me making sure to moan his name in my passion knowing it would turn him on more. I clung to him as he made love to me, as he showed his love for me, and touched me as if I was a goddess he felt the need to worship. It was clear he loved me as I loved him. I loved him like I had never loved anyone in my entire life.

Oswald's POV…

Hearing my name as a moan on her lips was beautiful; she was beautiful as she lay beneath me on the bed. Beginning at her throat I kissed the length of it finding her pulse for a moment, I already knew what that would do to her, and in that moment my name left her lips again.

"Oswald," moaned Mary as I continued down her neck taking her breasts in my hands once more running my thumbs over her nipples. She liked that and gently fondling them I became a little bit rougher with her making her repeat those sexy sounds I was quickly growing to love. As I suckled her pink pebbled flesh into the hot recesses of my mouth I felt her hands delve into my hair pulling it almost painfully in an effort to get me closer. She was magnificent and she was mine all mine. She still tasted of cherries, but also of something else. It was mouthwatering, it was something distinctly her, and I loved it nearly as much as I loved her, my Mary. Mary didn't need to say anything, her sounds were enough; they told me more than words did that she liked everything I did. They made it quite clear that she wanted me, only me, and in that moment I remembered that moment when she had said she would like anything I did to her. I knew she spoke the truth. Moving to her other breast, I let my teeth scrape over the tiny bud of her nipple before sucking on it to sooth the sting feeling as I did as her hands moved down the my neck to my back. I could almost feel the cut of her nails through the fabric of my shirt as she touched me her face burying itself in my neck kissing it as I had done her neck.

"I love you," breathed Mary and her words brought me back to her as our eyes met and I kissed her without a care in the world.

"Oswald," moaned Mary as our lips parted for the millionth time and then I looked into the expressive beauty of her green eyes. I knew I wanted to feel her fingers against my skin then, we had waited long enough, and as I felt her arch into my touch I suddenly sat up. I ignored the protests of my bad leg as I finally removed my shirt throwing it to land somewhere on the floor though at the moment I didn't really care where.

"Finally," smiled Mary grabbing my shoulders then to pull me back into the circle of her arms kissing me then with so much passion it filled my heart with joy. It felt like she touched every inch of me, her hands running over my bare chest and the long length of my back and as I looked down at her I smiled when I saw her smile. She really liked touching me as much as she had said. And that thought lit me on fire and all I wanted was her then I didn't need anything, but her.

I took her face in my hands then, I looked at her with love in my eyes, and I kissed her without restraint. I would never tire of her, my beautiful Mary. She was my one true love, she was the love of my life, and damn it all if I didn't love her more than all the power in the world. Breaking away from the sweetness of her lips I attacked her body with kisses over and over biting into the skin of her breast leaving my mark on her even though I knew I shouldn't. I wanted the world to know she was mine. I was lost to the passion, to my love for her, and most importantly I only knew her in that moment. My Mary; my beautiful Mary. Finally I let one hand wonder down between her legs stopping to caress her wet core through the fabric of her panties groaning when I found her wet, wet for me. I could feel her warm and wanting beneath me; I wanted her too. I wanted to make her mine again, I wanted to brand myself into her body, and make it so she would never be able to kiss him, or have him touch her like I was now without thinking of me. It was then I looked up at her finding her watching me waiting for me.

Returning to her lips, I continued to stroke her through the increasingly wet fabric feeling as her hand did the same. Moving between our bodies she cupped my hard cock through my black slacks and she made me groan as I felt her touching me making me harder if possible. Finally I could take no more of her light care free touches to my body, I wrapped my hand around her wrist drawing her away, but looking down at her I watched as she smiled her arms wrapping around me.

"I love you my Oswald. I like that I can do this to you; I like that I have such an effect on you," exclaimed Mary looking up at me with a brilliant shine in her eyes.

"Only you do this to me; only you can affect me like this. No other woman could ever have this effect on me, only you my Mary. I love you my Mary," I whispered gasping as I felt the wetness at the front of her panties now. The wet spot was much larger now; did I do that? Did my touch, the kiss of my lips cause this arousal in her? I felt the overwhelming need to ask her to get a confirmation that this was in fact the case.

"Did I do that to you?" I whispered cupping the warmth of her sex in my hand now as I gazed down at her waiting for an answer.

Mary kissed me in answer; her lips were all the answer I needed.

"Yes you did that to me. Only you could ever do that to me; only you could ever make me feel this way. You are all I'll ever want Oswald. I love you only you. The mere sight of you does that to me," exclaimed Mary her words filled me with pride. Nothing was said then as we simply stared at each other, but when I slipped my hand into the clinging fabric of her panties the response she gave was exactly what I wanted.

"Oswald," gasped Mary as I stared at her and she stared at me as my fingers felt the warmth of her folds. I loved hearing my name from her lips, but she knew that, I could tell as she looked up into my eyes that she knew that. Smiling, I watched as her teeth sought out her bottom lip drawing it into her mouth suppressing a moan as my fingers caressed her folds learning each and every movement that made her shake in her pure want of me. I found her sexy in that moment, I always found her sexy, but there was just something about the way she looked in that moment. She was my sexy beautiful Mary. And looking at her I felt the need, the desire to tell her that so she would know just what she did to me. So she would know that she was the sexiest girl I'd ever seen in my life.

"Oswald that feels so good," whispered Mary when I let my fingers find her little ball of nerves gently caressing it and playing with it like my new favorite toy. She was practically begging for me, slowly becoming a pile of bones and skin beneath me as she clung to me. I loved that I did that to her, I loved her. I loved knowing that I was the only one who could do this to her.

"You are so sexy. The sexiest woman in Gotham, the sexiest woman I've ever known. You are so sexy my sexy beautiful Mary," I growled continuing to rub her clit with my thumb a loud moan leaving her as my fingers found the wet pool that was her entrance. My words seemed to shock her as she stared up at me tears gathering in her eyes. They were tears of joy, tears of happiness, and tears of love caused by my words. It was like it was something she had never heard before, it was like she didn't know I spoke the truth, and it confused me because I couldn't be the only one who had ever told her how beautiful she was, who had ever told her she was sexy.

"Why do you seem so surprised my Mary. Surely I am not the first to have told you this. Surely other people have told you, you are beautiful that you are sexy," I growled leaning into the warm touch of her hands as they splayed across my chest.

"It's different when you say it. It's different when you call me beautiful because I know you mean it; you're not just saying it to say it. You mean every word. That's one of the many things I love about you, when you call me sexy, or beautiful you mean it. No one's ever called me sexy before, beautiful yes, but never sexy. I'm glad you were the first one to call me that because I know it's true. It means more coming from you my Oswald," explained Mary tenderly kissing my lips.

"I will be sure to tell you how sexy and beautiful you are every chance I get then," I breathed choosing that moment to slip two fingers into the tight warmth of her core. Mary looked at me then arching into my touch meeting all of my movements as I plunged my fingers inside her. It amazed me how wet she was all because of me. When I couldn't stand the way her panties stood in the way of my hand touching her into oblivion I ripped them from her body like the last time making her laugh. I looked at her then my fingers stopping all movement as I watched her smile giving me this mischievous look. Beginning to touch her again, I watched as she gasped her smile widening making me return it.

" You just love doing that don't you," smiled Mary moaning mid-sentence as my thumb brushed that bundle that seemed to bring her so much pleasure. It amazed me how sensitive that one part of her body was.

"I do yes," I grinned beginning to plunge my fingers into her once more making her squeal in delight. It was music to my ears. She looked delectable as she lay beneath me waiting for her pleasure to consume her, my Mary was so expressive, so responsive, and as her hand found the bulge that was my cock as it lay still incased in my pants. She made it quite clear what she wanted, she wanted me naked on top of her, and she wanted it now the look in her eyes said that clearly. And I was ready to give her exactly what she wanted. I was ready to make her come apart, and continuing to touch her I was shocked when it happened for the first time. Her entire body seized up as she came apart in my arms with a pinch of her swollen clit my name leaving her lips on a scream. Her eyes closed in her pleasure her head falling back against the pillow as waves of sexual bliss washed over her every nerve. As I watched her experience it, she was beautiful, and I had did that to her.

The sight of her and the knowledge that I had caused this in her made me harden even more than I thought possible. My heart was swollen with her love as were other things on my body. When Mary looked at me she was breathing heavy. I quickly started to kiss her covering every inch of her from neck to face. She smiled in response before moving to kiss my lips as if she needed my kisses, my touch to breath.

"I love you Oswald. No one's ever done that to me before not until you. I love you; I need you. I need you more then I need air, more then I need anything in the whole world," breathed Mary kissing me in-between each word as she begged for me in a way that filled me with pride, but also with so much love for her.

"I know my beautiful Mary, I know. I need you now as much as you need me, but I am not quite done learning every inch of you yet. We must have patience you and I then before you know it I will be buried deep inside you making you mine over and over again. I just need you to be patient for just a little while longer," I whispered making her whimper as my fingers left her folds. I slid my fingers into my mouth tasting the sweetness of her body. It was like nothing I had ever tasted before; I loved it. I wanted more of it and then suddenly I had an idea. Kissing her lips suddenly, I heard her moan as she tasted her sweetness on my lips, and then smiling at her I moved down her body.

Continuing down the length of her body, I kissed my way down her neck to her breasts then down her stomach until finally I was right where I wanted to be between her legs. Kissing the skin of her thighs, I felt her watching me questioningly, but I gave her no answers as I gazed between her legs at her wet pussy. And then suddenly I met her gaze a twinkle of appreciation and satisfaction in my eyes as I suddenly knew exactly what I wanted to do to her.

Mary's POV…

I watched Oswald as he settled between my legs spreading them wider to accommodate him. His hands settled on my thighs caressing my skin there as he looked at me a smile on his face and a twinkle in those eyes I loved so much. Just as I was about to ask him what he was going to do he did it. He buried his face in the folds of my pussy making anything I had to say die on my tongue.

"Oswald," I screamed my hands fisting into the sheets beneath me a long moan leaving my mouth finally as he made me his meal.

" Oswald dear god…don't…don't stop…so…so good," I squealed my words barely coherent as his tongue moved over me feasting on me making me feel things I had never imagined ever feeling even in my deepest fantasies. This was wonderful, this was amazing, this was unbelievable, and if he ever stopped I swore to god in that moment I would kill him. I don't know where he learned to do this, but he was certainly good at it. This man was wonderful and I loved him god how I loved him. I could feel his tongue as it moved over me tasting my folds sucking on them as if he was starved. I could feel his fingers circling my clit pinching it ever so lightly making me keen in satisfaction as he finally flicked his tongue at my clit in the most delious way. I heard him groan as he tasted me the sound of it making me maul out in pleasure as I practically trapped his head between my legs. If he hadn't of been holding my legs apart I probably would have and then just as I thought it couldn't get any better he sucked my clit into his mouth.

"Oswald what the hell. Yes…yes," I purred my voice a shaky whisper almost as he played my body like that finely tuned instrument he had spoken of before. He suckled my clit in his mouth nipping at it lightly with his teeth making every nerve in my body stand on end.

Suddenly I had a fist full of his hair as I gripped it guiding him in his ministrations. I didn't want him to ever leave me; I knew deep down inside he never would. He was going to make me come again I could feel it; I was so close I could taste it on the tip of my tongue.

" Oh god Oswald more…please more," I exclaimed my hips rising up off of the bed in response to the things he was doing to me before his hands were pushing me back down my clit leaving his mouth with a pop. He continued to pleasure me my screams echoing off the walls his thumb coming to playfully flick at my clit before his tongue found my entrance. His tongue slipped inside of me to lap at my walls and it was that single movement that made me burst. When that moment finally washed over me I saw stars, I saw fireworks, and pleasure ran unstoppable up my spine through my every bone. My fingers were in his hair again then letting it slip through the dark strands as he continued to feast on me as if he could never get enough. It was so hot; it only made me want him more.

Oswald pulled me closer in an attempt to get me as close as possible throwing my legs over his shoulders as he tasted me once more. In the meantime I found myself lost to it all, lost to everything, but him and the sensations coursing through my body. Afterward he climbed back up my body to gaze down at me with that devilish grin on his face. I returned that grin before I claimed his lips. My tongue entered his mouth instantly our moans becoming one as our tongues moved over each other in our passion, and in our love. We loved each other, I loved him, and I knew as he kissed me and as I lay in his arms that he loved me too.

"I love you," we whispered together before we began our kiss anew. And then letting my hands find the opening to his pants I opened them making him burst out falling into my hand with a groan. I was almost afraid he would stop me from touching him again and tell me to have patience, but he didn't. This time he only let me touch him and he kissed my lips more lifting his hips so I could remove his pants throwing them to the floor. Finally I had him naked on top of me, we were bare to each other, and everything was perfect.

"Finally Oswald finally…god how I need you. How I love you," I whispered my eyes scanning him. His body was perfect, I loved just looking at him, and as I did then my eyes eating him up with the utmost appreciation I felt him watching me. Looking at him then I kissed him letting him know without any words at all just how much I loved him, how much I loved all of him, and I hoped he knew that would never change. Oswald was my Oswald, he was my soulmate; he was the one I wanted now and until my life was over.

"I know, but wasn't it worth the wait my beautiful Mary. I liked seeing the effect I have on you. I like knowing only I do that to you," smiled Oswald continuing to kiss me as his hands moved over my sides to my hips grasping them. As he started to kiss me with more fervor his tongue attacking the inside of my mouth with a power that made me shiver, I ran my foot up his calf making him groan his cock finding my entrance then, and our kiss broke so he could look into the beauty of my eyes. Oswald slammed into me hard making me maul out in pleasure before his lips covered mine. He felt so good inside me, he was kissing me with so much love, and his touch gave me gooseflesh.

My body arched into his, opening my eyes I found him looking at me with such love in his eyes, but also pride and a hint of concern.

"Did I hurt you; was I too hard?" asked Oswald his hard member staying still inside me as he peered down at me waiting for an answer. I could see he was struggling to do so, he wanted to plow into me without mercy, but he didn't he wouldn't not until he was sure he wasn't hurting me.

"No that was perfect. That felt so good, so very good. You could never hurt me; anything you do to me will feel amazing because it's you Oswald don't worry. Do your worst, do whatever you please Oswald. Make me yours; don't hold back," I exclaimed running my hands up his back to the nape of his neck gently stroking his skin. Oswald smiled that smile I loved in that moment before he was suddenly kissing me breathless his hands moving to rest on either side of my head as he hovered above me. I returned his kisses, I loved him, and I would never love anyone who wasn't him.

When he started to move inside me it was unbelievable as he filled me; he made me complete. In that moment I think we both felt that way, we were happy, we were safe there in each other's arms, and we were complete. Moving hard and fast inside me, he finally left my lips to plunder the skin of my neck then my breasts, and it was then as his lips returned to mine that he hit something inside me that made me come alive in the best way.

"Oswald," I screamed looking at him then as our lips parted my eyes rolling back into my head. I gripped his shoulders for dear life as he hit that spot inside me again making me scream his name again. He had stopped all movement inside me, he didn't know what he had done, and looking at him he didn't know that he had brought me so much pleasure. I wanted him to continue; I wanted more.

"Don't stop Oswald don't stop. That was so good, it felt amazing, you feel amazing. Please don't stop my Oswald I love you, I need you," I begged wrapping my arms and legs around him my heart pounding in my chest as I stared up at him. Oswald merely looked down on me at first, but when he realized the pleasure he had caused in me a smile curled his lips. He kissed me then as he started to move inside me again his lips attacking my lips as his body attacked my body. It was wonderful; it was the best thing in the whole world being there with him. Our bodies were now completely covered in sweat as he made love to me like only he could.

He made love to me with such power, such passion, and such love that when he pushed me over the edge I almost didn't realize it until suddenly I was falling. I was falling over the edge into bliss. The same thing happened to him as he came suddenly with me falling into a heaping pile of bones, blood, and skin. As we came down from our high together, I laid my hands over his chest over the spot where his heart rested a devious smile on my lips as I looked at him. I wasn't done with him yet; I had more in store for him.

"Oswald don't move," I breathed looking into his misty blues eyes.

"Why?" gasped Oswald still slightly out of breath?

"Because I said so," I smiled kissing him somewhat teasingly before gripping his shoulders pushing him to his back.

I was on top of him now my body straddling his, I could feel as he hardened inside me once more both of us moaning each other's names as he went so deep inside me, and then we looked at each other. Oswald looked surprised by my actions, but at least he wasn't in any pain. I was afraid his leg would make this position hurt him, but he appeared to be fine. I looked at him as I felt his hands on my body moving up my legs as they rested on either side of him to my hips gripping them as I arched my back beginning to grind into him. I smiled at him then as I heard him groan in response.

Oswald's POV…

As I lay on top of her I didn't understand what she was going to do until suddenly I wasn't on top of her anymore. Now she was on top of me, the slender curves of her body straddling me in the most wonderful way, her core still wrapped around my cock, and with her one single movement I slid even deeper inside her. Looking up at her I found myself in a trance at the sight of her; I loved the view she made as she sat astride my body. I could see all of her now, I could see her sweat covered beauty and in that moment I loved her so much. I loved her, my beautiful Mary. She was my sexy beautiful Mary.

"Are you ok; is this comfortable for you?" asked Mary sliding her hands over the skin of my chest her nails lightly scratching me.

"Yes this is fine. I like this, I like the way you look now on top of me. Though that was unexpected," I smiled running my hands up her arms before pulling her down for a kiss. Afterwards her lips hovered over mine, a huge smile appeared on her face because of my words, and I felt her hands moving up my arms until she held my face in between them.

"It was a spur of the moment decision," whispered Mary and I kissed her then both of us remembering the last time we had been together when I had said that to her. As we kissed then I moved my hands up her back to tangle in the soft tresses of her hair, I still loved running my fingers through it; I would never tire of that, I would never tire of her. Finally Mary sat up moving my hands back to grip her waist as she began to move over me without a word. It was like nothing I had ever seen, or felt before as she rode my body her breasts bouncing with each movement. I couldn't help, but watch them as she moved. I couldn't help, but watch her. She was beautiful; she was always so beautiful. And I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"Mary." I groaned as she ground her sex against mine moving over me her hips moving in the most delightful way increasing both our pleasure.

It was amazing to feel her like this, it wasn't the same as before, it wasn't like when I had been on top of her making love to her; now it was like she was making love to me. I had made her mine and now she was making me hers forever. Mary was watching me drinking in my every expression, my every sound, and part of me wondered what she saw. Did she see my love for her? Did she see the deep desire I had only for her? Did she see how I longed for her every single day?

In that moment I let her pull me up into a sitting position wrapping my arms around her before she attacked my lips. I loved kissing her lips. I began to move with her then meeting her movements with my own strong thrusts, we were relentless in our love making, in our kisses, and in our passion as we sought out our final release. This time it was me who came first exploding inside her. When my pleasure washed over me it was like a shock wave ran through my body, I instinctively pulled her closer burying my head in the space between her breasts. Mary came soon after joining me in my bliss her arms like silk as they hugged me close her fingers in my sweat drenched hair until our eyes met then so did our lips.

With our lips locked in a heated kiss, we fell onto the bed once more, and when we had to stop to breathe our eyes met.

"That was amazing," gasped Mary her words filling me with pride.

"It was yes," I smiled kissing her forehead as she moved to lay at my side her head nestled snuggly on my shoulder. For a while we laid there in silence, we both knew our time was ticking away, and like always we didn't want to be apart. It was times like this when we were always separated that things were hardest. It seemed that was how it always was we were always apart, but we both held hope in our hearts that it wouldn't always be this way.

Someday I would be king of Gotham and she would be my queen; she would be mine and I would be hers. We would be together; someday we would be together. It was that thought that kept me going and it was as this thought was going through my mind that I noticed her watching me.

"What's wrong," I whispered moving a few wet tendrils of hair out of her face.

"Nothing's wrong I was just thinking. I just can't help, but stare at you. I want to look at you now while I am here with you so I have something to think about later. I'll have to leave soon and I don't want to; I wish I could stay here with you," signed Mary her arms wrapping around me as she buried her head in my neck. It was as she was lightly kissing my neck that I felt her tears. And then suddenly looking at her I saw she was crying.

I wrapped my arms around her then and I didn't say a word. I didn't say a word I only held her gently stroking her head my fingers running through her hair, I hated seeing her cry, I didn't know what to do I was never good with anyone crying, so I only held her as close as possible waiting for her tears to end.

"I don't want to go back to him; I want to be with you. I want to stay with you always," exclaimed Mary finally looking at me her eyes still red and puffy from her tears.

"I know so do I. I want the same thing; I love you Mary. I want you by my side, I want you to be my wife, but remember my Mary it won't always be this way. We will be together someday. Once I have even an ounce of power in this town I will take you away from him I promise you that. We will be together and you will be mine. You are mine as I am yours; we belong together we must wait awhile to be together, but we will be together. You must have faith in that; you must have faith that we will be together," I exclaimed drying her tears. Mary looked at me then the smile I loved returning to her face and pulling her close I kissed her. I kissed away her tears, I kissed the sorrow from her lips, and I tried to make it better. Together we put all our love into those kisses our arms tightening around each other until when it was finally over we found our time was up.

Mary slipped out of my arms to find her clothes as they lay scattered across the room, at first I watched her, but then I found my pants moving back to sit in the chair once more to wait to say goodbye. When she was fully dressed again looking as if nothing had happened between us, she moved to stand behind me. She wrapped her arms around me as I sat there in the chair her lips grazing my cheek and nothing was said. I leaned back into her arms a moment before I stood up turning to pull her into my arms one last time. I loved her; I didn't want to have to let her go back to him. Walking with her to the door, I stopped just in front of it looking down into her eyes.

"I love you," I whispered holding her close.

"I love you," whispered Mary leaning up on her toes in that moment to kiss me quickly and heatedly. When it ended we didn't move a muscle, but then she tried to leave me. I pulled her back to me before she could even open the door. I needed one more minute; I wasn't ready for her to leave me quite yet.

"You're mine. You are my girl, my beautiful Mary never forget that. You're mine, all mine," I exclaimed attacking her lips then making sure she would never forget this. When I broke it, she brought her hand to caress my cheek, and our foreheads touched.

"I love you my Oswald, I know who I belong to. I promise you that is one thing I will never forget; I love you. I'm your girl just like you're my guy. We belong solely to each other. I know I'm yours all yours I will never forget that I swear to you I won't forget. I love you; I love you so much you're my Oswald," whispered Mary kissing me one final time on the lips. I watched her leave me then, she left me standing there, and when the door closed with a click behind her I missed her instantly.