Chapter 79

I set down my shopping bags full of vegetables, fruits, and other foods. After work, I made a trip to the farmer's market near the precinct and stocked up on everything I'd need to prepare the meal. I turn on the stove to its lowest heat and after setting a tall grill over the open flame, I lay the salmon on the grill.

I'm chopping up the last of the vegetables when Oswald stumbles in through the door.

"Tough day at work?" I assume, looking over from the kitchen counter.

He turns his head up, a malicious smile spread like a cheshire cat, "Oh no...no, it was fine."

Dragging his bad leg along, he bumbles toward me, his right foot making a thump across the floor with every other step, "What are you making?"

"An old dish I learned as a child. It's dried salmon with roasted vegetables," I explain, pushing away the diced mushrooms and starting to chop the carrots.

Oswald's smile widens, as his eyes leer at me. Slinking around me, he puts his arms around my waist, "Is that for me?"

"No, Ozzy, it's not for you," I grumble, "say, shouldn't you be with your mother right now? She seemed very upset to find that you were fooling around with me."

Squeezing my stomach with his hands, he presses my back against his chest, "She...she's a very caring mother, as I'm caring of you. And when she realizes what a...caring son she's produced, I'm sure she'll understand."

I somehow doubt that.

"I think it's going to take a little more than a little love-and-care to convince your mother of any woman, let alone me," a thought suddenly pops up in my head, "...is she okay with you liking men?"

He pauses, blinking several times before responding, "I...I don't think she even knows, you certainly are blunt with these things, aren't you Trixie?"

I twist my lip, I shouldn't be surprised. Although, I have to wonder how a mother like Mrs. Cobblepot would react to something like that.

"I'm not blunt, you just make too big a deal about it," I point out, "loosen up, go to one of those lavender spots and meet some guys."

He arches his eyebrow, "A what?"

I chuckle, setting the knife down, "Of course you wouldn't know."

With his hand in the center of my chest, he pins me to him. He's stronger, and much more forceful than I remember, to the point where I struggle to pull myself out of his grasp. What's gotten into him?
With his other hand, he picks up the kitchen knife, holding it in front of me, "No matter, I'm very content...just having you to satisfy me."

Turning the knife toward me, he places the tip just below his hand, right at my stomach, "And you know what would satisfy me right now?"

I'm really in no position to be protesting, and besides, he likes it when I'm submissive. At the very least, I can get him to put the knife down.

"O-Oswald, please...I'll do anything...just...please...put the knife down…" my back to him, he can't see the slight smile across my face as I stutter out my scared tone.

The hand on my chest slides up to my neck, lifting my head up so that I face him, "Don't play with me. I know you're not afraid. Although...hmm hmm...you should be."

Twisting the knife to the side, he lowers his head to whisper into my ear, "And please, don't tempt me with the promise of 'anything'...I might just take you up on that."

He kisses me on the cheek, the knife jabbing at my stomach so hard that he may just stab me on accident. Kissing me multiple times on the cheek, Oswald presses his tongue against the bottom of my cheek, gliding up in a slow, drawn-out lick.

I arch up against him, wrapping my arms around his backside and drawing up against his chest. He closes his eyes, before turning me around and kissing me on the lips, dropping the knife and wrapping both arms around me. With my foot, I kick the knife out of his reach, but he hardly notices as he leads me to the bedroom.

"I love you," he moans, sitting us down on the bed while he starts grabbing at my shirt.

Alright, I got him to drop the knife, now how do I get myself out of this? Although, a part of me doesn't want to get out. At the same time, it would be too much to have sex two nights in a row...right? Then again, how much is too much? I should ask Barbara.

We lie down on the bed together, cuddling. Oswald runs his hand through my hair, "You know, one day I'll get Mom out of the house so that we can sleep in my bed."

"Amid your Shakespeare collection? Poetic," I chuckle.

We both laugh, and Oswald gestures with his hand, "Well, I actually don't sleep in my room all that often. Many times Mom asks me to sleep with her."

My smile instantly fades, "Wh...what?"

His eyes widen, realizing what he just said, "No-Not like that! Just...in her bed...and...oh, I shouldn't have mentioned that."

"No kidding…" I murmur, but I glance over at Oswald, who's shrinking away in pain-stricken embarrassment. I smile, taking his hand, "Hey, if it works for you, that's fine. Just...nothing illegal, right?"

He gives a mischievous smirk, "Of course not."

I roll my eyes, "You do plenty of other illegal activities already, might as well make up for it somewhere, right?"

Oswald takes my other hand, toying with my fingers. My hands are much smaller than his, and he's easily able to clasp his hands around mine.

"At work, Maroni suggested that I take up the 'Penguin' nickname as a sort of mob title. What do you think?"

Really? I'd never thought of that. It certainly has a ring to it, catchy, memorable. Although, penguins aren't exactly the most intimidating creatures. They're cute...like him.

"I like it," I confess, "it certainly sounds better than 'Don Cobblepot'."

He chuckles, "Hey, I've always fantasized about being a Don."

"You fantasize about a lot of things Oswald," I banter, nudging him in the arm.

His smirk curls into a devious smile, as he leaps at me with a playful pounce, pinning me to the bed, "Perhaps…"

We kiss again, Oswald relaxing himself on top of me as he nibbles at my lips. This is nice...but I did promise to meet Barbara at Don Falcone's mansion in a couple of hours. How do I get Oswald off of me?

"Hey Ozzy, baby…" I coo, stroking his cheek.

Okay, that was a little too much, and Oswald picks up on this right away. He strengthens his grip on me, anchoring his weight down onto me.

"Oh, don't even try, Trixie. You're all mine tonight," he moans, kissing my neck.

Goddamnit. I kiss him on the cheek, hooking my legs around him. I'll indulge him, if just for a little bit, and hopefully, he'll let his guard down just enough for me to break free.

He wraps his arms around my waist, and pushes me up against the bedpost, "All mine…"

And I thought I was laying it on thick, although, I have a feeling that his groans are more to please himself than to please me.

Just then, there's a buzzing coming from Oswald's back pocket. What, he brought toys too?

Before he can react, I reach behind him, grabbing him on the behind. His cheeks become flushed red, but a smile still persists. From his back pocket, I remove what turns out to be a cell phone.

"You should probably take this," I recommend, handing him the phone.

He flips open the phone, "Hello? ...Ah, yes, Don Falcone...yes...yes, I'll be there immediately."

Hanging up, he stands, before depositing the phone in his pocket, "I must go, urgent business with Don Falcone."

I raise an eyebrow. Really? Despite the fact that I'll be breaking into his house in a couple of hours, Don Falcone comes to my rescue, or at very leasts, provides a coincidencial distraction.

"Of course, you do what you have to do," I encourage, placing my hand on his shoulder.

He smiles, "Wait here for me, okay? When I come back, we can finish up our little...play date."

I give a low chuckle, before he turns around and walks to the door. Waving to me, Oswald closes the door, closing it all the way and waiting for it to click in place.

With him out of the way, I march into my bedroom and dig out my Trickstress costume from under the bed. Stay here and wait for him? I don't think so.

Author's Note:

Guest: Yes, those songs will be used, as well as "Death Trap" and "Drives Us Bats" from the same episode. It'll focus on Oswald, Natalie, and Ed, and it will take place around the episode where Oswald and Ed meet for the first time

Langley21: Hmph, well it's good to hear that Barbara's getting some love after all :) And I'm interested to see where they'll take her character as well, especially considering what happened in the season finale. And it's good to hear that you like Ed, I find that he's a good opposite to Oswald, and it's hard to pick favorites between them

Thanks! :)