Chapter 8

Mary's POV…

Straddling him I attacked his lips feeling his hardness against my sex from between my legs.

"I love you, Oswald, more than anything." I whispered moving my lips down his neck continuing down his body feeling his fingers in my hair.

"I love you too, my Mary," breathed Oswald as I began to remove his boxers giving him a smile before continuing. Once he lay naked before my eyes, I couldn't help, but stop to admire him. To anyone else he might not have been much, but to me he was everything. He was the only one that really did it for me. Oswald, with his pale skin, almost too pale even for Gotham standards, Oswald, with his blue eyes that could make me shiver more than the coldest water, Oswald, my Oswald. He was so handsome, so skilled with his hands when they ran over my body, and as I admired him I took pride in one thing. He was mine, he would always be mine. I would be the only woman to love him, the only woman he would ever love in return, and the only woman to know him like this.

"I love you," I smiled one last time as I took him in hand seeing from the look on his face that he was excited to see what I would do.

"Oh," exclaimed Oswald in response letting me run my fingers over his cock. His fingers went through my hair then caressing my scalp as I caressed him. It was how I could tell when I was doing something he liked. His hands would tighten in my hair and his breathing would become heavy; it was very sexy. It only made me want to please him more.

"You'll like this, Oswald, I promise," I smiled my grip on him tightening too as my eyes locked with his. Before he knew what was happening, I had his entire length in my mouth my tongue gently running over him. His skin was slightly cold still, but nice as I tasted him. I wasn't surprised to find he tasted like nothing I'd ever tasted before; Oswald was so different I knew he would. I could taste the salt of his skin, I could smell the musk of his freshly washed skin, and it all made me tingle. I wanted him and only him I knew then before, but as my head bobbed over him listening to the sounds he made as I did so I couldn't help thinking it again. When I did this Oswald groaned in the most delicious way his head falling back against the pillows.

"Mary…god," gasped Oswald keeping his eyes on me as I focused on my task making him swoon with pleasure.

"Yes…that's really…wow," breathed Oswald trying to control his breathing as he felt my tongue slide over him repeatedly his hands tightening in my hair. Every word he said only spurred me on and suddenly I found myself really wanting to make him feel good. Taking every part of him that I could I brought my hand to play with his balls as I slowly moved back up to his head? Only then did I focus on it sucking it hard before pulling away giving it a single lick before diving right back in. His hand was at the back of my head now and looking at him once more only then did I look away when I caught him watching me.

"Are you enjoying yourself, my love?" I purred looking up into his eyes as I continued to touch him. I was teasing him and I knew he knew that. Gently Oswald smiled at me and ghosting a lick over his head I waited for him response. But all I received was a nod.

A mere shake of the head, that's all I got, but pausing that just wasn't good enough. I wanted him to tell me what he wanted. I wanted to hear him scream my name as he came.

"No, no…dearest…speak up please," I whispered seductively. I was still teasing him now as I ran my fingers slowly over him. I laid there then looking up at him expectantly and by the way his eyes widened I knew I was killing him. I hated to tease him this way, but I wanted him to be a little more vocal. I wanted him to scream for me, so he was going to scream. I wanted to know how he felt; I wanted to hear him in his pleasure.

"No…I mean yes. Please don't stop," exclaimed Oswald wincing as my fingers moved over him.

"Then speak up…I want to hear you scream," I purred giving him a seductive smile. I received a groan not seconds later when I took him back into my mouth his entire body shaking. He wasn't quiet after that in fact if he wanted to I think he could have woke the dead. It was wonderful hearing as he came closer and closer to his end.

"Mary," growled Oswald as he hit the back of my throat making me moan as I went down on him over and over again.

"Jesus…fuck yes," exclaimed Oswald guiding my movements now as I brought my hands to him thighs gripping them tightly.

"Oh lord, Mary," whispered Oswald as I sucked harder moving my hand to cup his balls once more. At first I only played with them. At first I was gentle, but that didn't last. Suddenly I grabbed them giving them a tight squeeze that nearly made Oswald jump off the bed. For a moment this continued as I moved my mouth over him being careful of my teeth as I deep throated him. Oswald was close and if I didn't know it before I suddenly knew. He suddenly couldn't stop his hips from bucking hitting the back of my throat before I was ready. Gagging I pulled away for only a second taking a breath before I took him once more.

"Mary…I'm going to come," gasped Oswald making me move faster at the very sound of his voice. Both his hands were at the back of my head now and he was so hard now I knew he was close. All it took was for me to take him deeply down my throat one last time and it was over.

"Oh god, Mary," called Oswald keeping me firmly in place as he finally came. I couldn't have moved if I wanted to and sucking on him still I didn't want to. I could have stayed like that with him for the rest of my life and been the happiest woman on earth.

"Did you enjoy that, my Oswald?" I whispered as I gently moved kisses back up his body. Lowering my body over his, I gazed down at him in his wrecked state, and I couldn't deny I liked seeing him like that. He laid there perfectly quiet with his eyes closed his breathing still heavy as he tried to catch his breath. It brought me great joy to see him that way. Just knowing I had done that and I was the only one going to do that to him for the rest of his life. And staring at him my hands splayed out against his chest I just watched him silently waiting for him to open his eyes to look at me. When he finally did he looked at me in complete amazement his hand coming to cup my cheek. I thought he was going to pull me down to him, but he didn't. Instead Oswald slowly rose until he was level with me and looking at me that's all he did for a moment. He simply stared at me as his hands moved up my spine through the fabric of my gown and then coming to grip the back of my neck I knew what was coming before it came. Oswald attacked my lips holding me as close as he could get me and then pulling away he stared at me once more.

"Wow…you really know how to blow a person's mind. For a moment there I wondered if this was all real," whispered Oswald bringing the hand at my neck to stroke my cheek.

"I love you," whispered Oswald not giving me a chance to say the same as he claimed my lips once more. Oswald kissed me in the most passionate way his tongue moving over mine as my fingers moved through his hair tenderly. Our lips moved apart and we looked at each other.

"I don't know what I'd do if I hadn't found you again," smiled Oswald our foreheads touching as he simply held me in that moment.

"Mmmm…me too…I hope we never have to be apart again because I never plan on being like this with anybody else or doing that to anybody else," I said making him laugh returning his gaze to my face.

"Did you like it? I was a bit worried you wouldn't," I whispered sliding my hands over his chest. Instead of answering with a yes or no right away Oswald simply took my face in his hands moving his lips over mine without any hesitation. It was one hell of a kiss as his tongue moved over mine his fingers suddenly hot against my cheeks as my hands curled around his wrists. In that moment I could picture our life together. I could see our wedding day in my head and him kissing me just like this. I could see us together forever and I didn't want it any other way.

"Oswald," I purred as his lips left mine moving to my neck then my breasts before finding my lips once more.

"Yes…I liked it very much. Hopefully it won't be our last experience doing that," breathed Oswald his eyes running over me. I could feel my heart pounding in that moment. He didn't even have to touch me, he could just look at me, and get me all worked up. And I knew it was because he loved me. Not just that, but because I loved him too. We were in love and that's all that mattered. His hands ran slowly over me as our eyes met and I couldn't stop the smile that found my lips. My hands moved over him too and gripping his shoulders I could suddenly feel him. He was ready for me again and bringing my lips to his I began to grind my sex against his feeling as he responded. His hands found my hips and as our lips parted I saw his eyes had changed from the blue I loved to a deep coal black that I loved even more.

His response made me smile.

"Mary," growled Oswald his eyes closing as a groan left his lips.

"I need you, Oswald. It's been too long," I whispered as his head fell against my chest. I felt his hands tighten on my waist in response and that was all the invitation I needed.

"Make love to me," I purred receiving his answer when he kissed me hard his mouth bruising mine as my arms curled around him in an effort to draw him closer. We held each other close as our kiss continued.

I had always loved kissing him, ever since that moment in the alleyway, and didn't think that would ever change. I knew that in that perfect moment when I just wanted to kiss him, to hold him, and stay with him. For this moment was different from all others, there was no fear of my husband or of my suddenly having to leave. It was perfect because I could stay with him without a worry in my head. In that moment nothing else existed. It was just Oswald and I in this room where we were happily in love. And it stayed that way as our lips parted, his moving to my neck as he started making love to me. My hands came to grip his shoulders then as I ground my body into his still his breath on my neck.

"Oh, Oswald," I gasped arching my neck with a squeal as he nipped at my skin.

I melted in his arms as he continued to run his lips over every inch of skin he could reach. He marked me covering me and though I shouldn't have let him I did. In that moment I didn't care about the risk, it didn't exist, we were all that mattered, and besides I could cover them easily. I silently loved them. They made me his, they were something that he imbedded into my skin that told the world who I loved, who I belonged to, and I loved it. I loved that I was his. That I would always be his, before, now, and in the future. It didn't matter that I would have to hide them because I would know they were there. But still the more he kissed my skin the bigger the fire inside me grew.

"Kiss me," I exclaimed finally taking his face in my hands. With one gentle tug I made his lips return to mine and this time I bruised his lips. I wouldn't let him go. I just kissed him pouring all my love into that single kiss. And I felt as he did the same. This kiss was heated, tender moans leaving both of us as his hands moved over me still.

"Beautiful," breathed Oswald his hands leaving my hips to trace my sides then my back. It was like he was counting every single bone as he touched it beneath the skin, it made me feel beautiful in a way only he could make me feel. But then he got bolder running his hands all the way back down gripping my ass to pull me taunt against him.

"I need you," I whispered firmly gripping his shoulders.

"Oswald, I can't wait anymore. I need you," I purred pushing him onto the bed in that moment smiling as I hovered over him, so our lips were barely touching.

"Right now," I breathed molding my lips onto his feeling as his hands moved to tangle in my hair. He was all I wanted in that moment and I don't just mean the sex, I wanted to be with him. His wife, the woman on his arm every day; I wanted to be with him. That was why when my lips finally left his I did what he had done to me so many times. I worshipped him or tried to anyway. I kissed every inch of him I could reach and left my mark on him like he had done me.

"You are mine and I'm going to remind you every day for the rest of our lives," I growled running my tongue over his Adam's apple making his shiver beneath my touch. Moving over to the right then I kissed that patch of skin before I nipped at him like he did me. I left a mark right where everyone could see it. He didn't have to cover anything and I was going to make sure he couldn't. When a purple hickey marred his pale skin I smiled before I looked down into his eyes. Gently he brought his hand to touch it and then he looked at me a grin of devil's proportions on his face as he brought his other hand to touch the ones he had left on me. I pecked him on the lips making him look at me then back at his very first hickey.

"You mark me, I mark you," I smiled kissing him.

"People are going to see that," breathed Oswald a smile playing on his lips.

"Good other women will know to keep their hands off," I said firmly completely serious as I kissed him again. My hold on him was firm in that moment; no one was going to be touching him like I did, not while I was still living. He was mine and if I saw another woman even look at them I would snap their scrawny little necks. The kiss was hard, sensual, and when we finally parted it did exactly what I wanted.

"You are mine, "I whispered seeing the heat in his eyes as I spoke.

"I'm never going to want another woman. I never even think or look at other women. Why would I when I have you?" smiled Oswald making me smile too. I was still straddling him then and splaying my hands out against his chest I slowly sat up.

"Good, because that would probably be the cause of our first fight as a married couple. I love you, Oswald; I know you love me that's why we belong to each other. We're in love," I exclaimed snaking my hand lower down his body. My words caught him off guard because he didn't even notice where that hand was going until I held his cock in my hand. A groan left his lips in that moment as I held him waiting for him to be ready before making another move.

"Mary," growled Oswald his hands grazing my hips as I moved over him letting his head touch my entrance. When I started to lower my body over his I threw my head back feeling as his grip tightened. He entered me slowly both of us moaning as we became one. And then he was all the way inside me my body clutching his. It was perfect; it was meant to be.

"Oswald, "I gasped bringing my hands to cover his on my hips my eyes closing.

I took a long moment to open them. I just wanted to enjoy that moment with him. My Oswald and I getting to be together without a worry in the world. When my eyes finally opened I peered down into his eyes and I could tell he was savoring the moment just like I was. Suddenly we both smiled in the same moment and leaning down I kissed him so sweetly my fingers curling in the sheets just above his shoulders.

"I can't wait for it to always be like this," I breathed deep down knowing that this would be our future. No Maroni or Falcone, just us, and our love. Our lives, him as king, and me as his queen; living happily ever after. All Oswald did was smile a laugh leaving his throat in response. His arms encircled me and he simply held me keeping me safe. In that moment I think neither of us could wait for that time to come. Kissing him again, I began to move my hips over him feeling as he gripped my body as he responded in tune. Oswald met every one of my movements with one of his own. Sitting back up again I rested my hands up against his chest arching into his touch. Moaning I heard as my name left his lips repeatedly as I rode him my breasts bouncing in tune with the pace we had set.

Oswald's POV…

For a minute I only laid there my heart pounding as I watched her. Every move she made was so graceful, so beautiful. She was like an angel, my angel, and I was the devil lucky enough to get to love her and have her love him back. We were connected in that moment, as our hips met our bodies moving as one, and I never wanted it to be any other way. She was the only woman I would ever want. Despite the darkness of the room, she shined brighter than all the diamonds in the world; even still wearing that sexy black ensemble she glowed. Mary was beautiful. She was beautiful in every way, with the mere shine of her skin, the red tint of her lips that I loved to kiss, and her hair the way it hung low over her shoulders like a halo almost. Now, this moment, was almost too good to be true. But then my eyes fell on that same black ensemble she looked so enticing in. As much as I loved it, I wanted her out of it; right now. Pulling her closer, I kissed her once more as I sat up feeling as she grabbed my shoulders almost immediately. Ending our kiss, I gently ran my hands over her, gathering the fabric up in my hands preparing to relieve her of it. But then her hands covered mine.

"You are a man of your word and you gave me your word you wouldn't rip it," smiled Mary our eyes meeting. As she spoke her pace slowed to near torture telling me she was serious. She wanted to wear this for me again and that could not happen if I ripped it from her body. Though in that moment that's all I wanted to do.

"Yes, I did, though I shouldn't have. I am a man of my word as you said my love," I breathed motioning for her to raise her arms. She did immediately and in one movement I had her naked on top of me exactly as I wanted her.

"Oswald…eager," exclaimed Mary bringing my lips to hers for a brief kiss.

"Yes…very…I can't help it. You are too enticing for words," I growled kissing her firmly.

She was the love of my life. And as I kissed her I never wanted to stop. She was my goddess, my queen, and someday I vowed she would be my wife. That would be our future. We would be together. I needed her. I wanted her. I loved her. Rolling her underneath me, I moved suddenly hard and fast inside her, our lips parting as her nails ran down my back her legs tight around me.

"Oh god, Oswald, make love to me," gasped Mary her voice barely a breath as she looked up at me. Running my hands over her thighs I held her under her knees hoisting her legs higher around me.

"You are so tight, so good. You are all mine," I whispered bringing my other hand to play with her breast as my lips moved up her shoulder.

"I always have been," smiled Mary a string of moans following as she let her head fall back against the pillow. With every stroke we were both getting so close.

"You're the only one I want, you know that, right?" whispered Mary drawing me into a kiss.

"I love you," continued Mary ending the kiss with those three big words.

"I know and someday you will be mine, all mine," I growled attacking her throat leaving another mark for her to cover.

"Yes," hissed Mary arching her body beneath mine. I felt as she clutched me then coming with a scream that could have been my name. Everything she said after that was impossible to decipher because she was lost. And I had made her that way. I loved that almost as much as I loved her. I came not seconds after.

"Mary," I whispered bringing her lips to mine as I came. I wanted to stay like that with her forever. She was my everything. My heart, my soul, my life, my all. Even after our pleasure left us, we held on to each other sharing desperate heartfelt tender kisses.

"I'm never letting you go," I breathed as our lips parted. She smiled at me then both of thinking the same thing. This time she wouldn't have to leave me. This time she could stay with me and the knowledge of that made her so happy. It made her happy too I knew that just by the way she kissed me our foreheads touching as we looked into each other's eyes with love.

"Neither am I. Nothing could ever chase me away," whispered Mary laying snug in my arms for the first time not having to leave. Everything in that moment was perfect. We fit together like soul mates should. It was just another reason that told me she was my soul mate.

"This is wonderful," said Mary as our bodies parted and her head found my chest.

"Oswald?" said Mary suddenly making me look down at her into her eyes.

Nothing felt better than looking down at her as she lay in my arms. Many a morning I had woke up wanting to find her there and tomorrow that would be real. Someday I vowed every day and night would be like this.

"Mary?" I smiled holding her as close as I could.

"What happens now? Maroni knows who you are, so where do you go from here?" whispered Mary beginning to draw patterns in my skin. I could see that deep down she was curious, but I could also see she was scared. She didn't want anything to happen to me. She loved me. I looked at her in that moment, I loved her so much, she was the only one I could share everything with, even this.

"Now I gather information to leak discreetly to Falcone. I am spying on Maroni for him after all, but I must also continue to prove myself worthy. Maroni will expect me to continue to tell him about the Falcone's. Also I must prepare myself for when news of me still being alive is discovered. Falcone will have no choice, but to send someone to get me, but Maroni will protect me," I explained feeling completely calm about the whole thing. Mary, however, was far from calm. I could see the thought of someone coming after me scared her and I moved quickly to sooth those fears.

"Maroni will protect you…won't he? He needs you…I need you. I can't lose you, my Oswald," whispered Mary her voice trembling as she brought her hands to his face. Their foreheads touched then as tears slowly descended down her cheeks. He quickly kissed them away holding her.

"Of course not, my love, as I said Falcone will play dumb, but I'll be fine. He has to send someone after me, Fish will insist, but I'll be fine. He needs me to get him information; don't worry," I whispered kissing her temple making her smile.

"So can I help you gather information? I could be helpful," said Mary making me look at her shaking my head.

"No, no, no, my love I appreciate that, but I will not risk your life. I must protect you from him and that will only further endanger you," I exclaimed making her look at me, so she could see how serious I was. She frowned, I could see she wanted to fight me, but didn't. Mary knew I always put her best interest first. She knew I loved her and would always protect her. Her protection came before my spying, always.

"Alright, but if I do happen to overhear anything that could help you I will tell him. If I were your wife it would be my job to protect you too. To take care of you and I will, always. I love you," whispered Mary intertwining our fingers. Every time she mentioned being my wife I couldn't help, but kiss her. I loved her and as I molded my lips over hers I promised that someday as soon as this was all over she would be my wife. I was going to marry her even if I did it with my dying breath.

"You are my wife, you know, in my mind at least," I whispered looking into her eyes accepting another kiss from her.

"I love you, Mary, and you can help me," I whispered our foreheads connecting her hands covering mine.

"Tell me, I'll do anything for you," breathed Mary. With every word she spoke though I don't know how it was possible I loved her more. She was unbelievable in every way, in her loyalty, her love, and her unending faith in me.

"Don't do anything reckless. Don't risk helping me if it means Maroni might hurt you. I couldn't bare it if something happened to you. Without you all of this…everything I'm doing would be worthless," I exclaimed running a finger along her jaw. I peered into her eyes as I waited for her answer. I didn't want a life without her; she was the one I needed to live truly happy. Happy didn't exist without her.

"Alright," whispered Mary finally pecking me tenderly on the lips moving to pull away, but this time I wouldn't let her. I kissed her with everything I had wanting to imbed part of myself into her. I deepened the kiss making her moan as I pulled her closer against my chest. Our breathing was heavy when the kiss ended and looking down at her I smiled. I loved having her like this. Snug and safe in my arms her head against my chest; just how it was meant to be.

"Is there anything else you plan on doing now that you don't have to pretend you're Pablo anymore?" sighed Mary playing with the fingers of my hand. But my next words made her drop that hand.

"I was going to go visit my mother, so she knows I'm alive," I smiled, but when her hand left mine I looked at her. My smile soon faded when I saw the look on her face. It was brief, but suddenly she had fear in her eyes.

"Your mother," breathed Mary tears gathering in her eyes. She was holding them back I could see it and feel it as her body started to tremble. Mary looked ready to have a panic attack just at the mention of my mother and I couldn't understand why.

"Of course…Mary…what's wrong? Please don't cry whatever it is we can fix it," I whispered moving to touch her face, but she pulled away before I could. Slowly she shook her head and moved away from me so not a part of us touched.

"Nothing," answered Mary simply turning onto her side so she had her back to me.

"Mary," I breathed not understanding what was happening.

"It's nothing, Oswald…let's go to sleep," whispered Mary her voice cracking informing me of the tears I could not see. I didn't believe her though as I moved closer to her until my chest was against her back. All was silent between us as I kissed the skin of her shoulders bringing a hand to rest over her hip. I brought the other to move through her hair trying to sooth her into looking at me once more. And then I wrapped my arms around her holding her close determined to never let her go.

"Mary…talk to me…tell me what's wrong," I exclaimed continuing to kiss every part of her I could reach. She remained silent though I felt her shiver at my touch. But I was patient, I knew she would answer, she only needed time.

Before that answer came she suddenly broke down crying her eyes out as I held her in my arms. In that moment I let her cry as I held her. Her whole body was shaking and the mere sound of her tears broke my heart. But it was as she was crying that the answer I needed escaped her lips.

"You're going to leave me again," exclaimed Mary her words nearly unrecognizable mixed with the sound of her tears. I looked over her shoulder at her in that moment part of me not understanding what she meant.

"Mary…why would you think that? I told you I'm never leaving you ever again," I whispered wanting her so badly to look at me in that moment, but I knew I had to wait until she was ready.

"Oswald, I love you, and I know you love me, but you love your mother so much more. She made you leave me once and when you tell her that we're together again she'll make you leave me again. And I'll let you because I love you. I told you I'd never make you choose between us," cried Mary her shoulders shaking as I hid my face in the back of her neck.

All remained silent then as I held her crying form until finally kissing her neck I brought my lips to her ear.

"Look at me, my love, please," I breathed my voice pleading as I kissed the back of her head. Slowly she turned in my embrace, she had tears all over her face, and ridding her of them I kissed her. For a long time I only looked at her as our lips parted and kissing her forehead, cheek, and nose I stroked her cheek. It was then that I made her look at me planning what I wanted to say in my head as I rid her of her tears. Tears didn't belong anywhere near her.

"I love you, so much. I can't live without you ever again; I love you, my Mary. And yes, I love my mother. But she is not going to come between us again. Nothing she says will make me leave you again. I'm never leaving you ever again, not because of my mother, not for any reason at all. You're my Mary, I love you, you're all I want in this world, and without you none of what I'm doing now matters. I need you," I exclaimed making her cry more with every word. Slowly her arms wrapped around me then as she buried her head in my chest still crying. I kissed the top of her head then only holding her as I waited for her to look at me once more.

"I love you," exclaimed Mary looking up at me once more. She pulled me down to kiss her then her lips urgent, powerful as they devoured mine the taste of her tears there, but only faintly. When our lips parted I looked down into her eyes and wiping away the last of her tears I had a thought. I was the luckiest man in Gotham. This beautiful, sweet, incredible woman loved me. She wanted to be with me and looking at her I would never be less than grateful for that.

"You'll always be my girl…never forget that," I breathed making her smile her hand coming to cup my cheek.

"I know I am…I'll always be proud to hold that title," smiled Mary leaning in to kiss me sweetly.

"I'm going to hold you to everything you just said," whispered Mary her nose touching mine.

"Be sure you do," I breathed kissing her with every ounce of heat that I held in my body. Without any hesitation I rolled her to her back holding her in place as I claimed her lips like a conqueror. I kissed her with all the passion I had, I held her in my arms so tight wanting to keep her there forever as her fingers tugged desperately at my hair.

"Let me make love to you," I breathed running my tongue over the many marks on her neck. She smiled up at me in that moment as tiny laugh leaving her lips. In that moment I couldn't help, but think that this was how I wanted her. I wanted to always make her happy. I wanted to make every dream she ever had come true.

"Again?" said Mary clearly impressed by my stamina. There was a happy glint in her eye in that moment that I wanted to see every day from that day on.

"I can't get enough of you," I breathed wrapping her legs around my waist. I let her feel me then a breath leaving her lips as she did. It was like there was a fire, a passion inside us that just wouldn't burn out. I hoped it never would; I knew it never would.

"I hope so because I'm never going to stop wanting you like this," breathed Mary pulling me to kiss her one of her legs moving high above my waist.

"I hope that's a yes because I won't accept a no," I whispered moving over her throat, so hungry for her in that moment. I looked up at her then, both of our eyes filled with the same heat we only shared for each other. She pulled me to her our lips colliding immediately in answer.

"Have I ever said no?" gasped Mary as I entered her for the second time that night.