The Further Adventures of Jimwald. The morning after….

"Good morning!"

Jim awoke to see Oswald's happy, serene face gazing at him with contented, misty blue eyes. He was resting his face on his hand, propped up on his elbow. His raven black locks were all tousled and messy, and he looked like it didn't even occur to him to care.

At first Jim didn't register what had actually happened, and why Oswald Cobblepot - of all people - had ended up being in bed with him like this. Naked. As if it was the most natural thing in the world….

He flinched. Then he remembered. "Oh, my God - we really did it!" he thought. "We really went and did it!" His heart fibrillated momentarily. He first came out in a cold sweat, the shock of what he had done hitting him like a freight train. But then….then he felt a warm glow that he knew shouldn't be there, but nevertheless was strongly making its presence felt.

There was no getting away from it. Oswald Cobblepot was in his bed - and Jim was glad!

"Morning," he grinned. "How do you feel?"

"Hmmmm, how do you think?" Oswald winked a pretty blue eye at him.

"Well, I hope, pretty damn fine. I sure do!" He moved up closer to Oswald. He stroked his face lightly with the back of his hand. He wallowed in the feel and smell of Oswald's warm skin.

"Glad to hear that, Detective Gordon! Yes, I do too. I was just watching you sleep. You looked adorable." Oswald's voice was super soft and his little mouth was pursed up demurely. "Anyway, Jim - where's my good morning kiss?" he pouted pointedly.

Jim just couldn't help himself! Those lips looked so damned sweet and inviting. And he knew how they tasted. And he wanted more….

He was a dead dog for the Penguin. Damn you Cobblepot! he thought.

"It's right here, where you left it last night!" he retorted playfully, touching his mouth teasingly. "Why don't you come and get it?"

"Ohhh, I see!" Oswald smiled meaningfully. "So that's your game, is it? I didn't have you down for a flirt, Jim Gordon." His eyes ignited brilliantly with the thrill of being teased. He came a little nearer but then stopped. "Is that close enough?"

His heart began to race and his mouth watered with anticipation.

"Yeah, that'll do." Jim came the rest of the way and prepared his lips for contact.

Jim was mesmerised by Oswald's ice blue stare. It was like a magnet to him. He couldn't wait to relive that kiss.

As their mouths came together, and Oswald's eyes closed, Jim watched fleetingly as his eyelids and long lashes came shuttering down and snuffing out that bright blue light. His lightning blue irises were completely hidden from view, but the sight of those long raven lashes was a delight in itself.

And now, the kiss.

Oswald's lips still felt soft. They still felt good. Jim was hoping that they wouldn't, but the touch of that mouth sent his body on fire and his libido into overdrive. He forgot about all the wrong that had been done - he put aside their differences. This was not The Penguin, it was Oswald….his cute little Cobblepot….and kissing him...touching him….and loving him, was all he could think about now.

When the kiss had ended, they opened their eyes and saw in each other a shared desire that they had never been aware of before.

"Mmmm, that's better. Much better!" Oswald's mouth formed into a wide, feline smile. "Did you sleep well? I slept like a log!" He moved onto his back, stretched himself like a cat and yawned with deep satisfaction.

"Yeah, I slept fine." Jim cleared his throat. How could he not sleep soundly after what Oswald and he had got up to? It had not taken him long to follow his sweet slumbering psycho into dreamland….he had been blissfully exhausted after their antics….

He reached over distractedly to the bedside table and picked up his watch. He suddenly had an uncomfortable feeling that he should be somewhere….but he hoped he was wrong. He really wanted to continue pleasuring Oswald - to recommence where they had left off - especially now his new paramour had put himself in such a prone position….so vulnerable, and so inviting….

"Crap! I'm late…." The spell was broken.

"Late? Late for what?" Oswald couldn't mask his disappointment. He had visualised a nice leisurely morning - perhaps more lovemaking, followed by breakfast in bed - strong sweet black coffee, with warmed pastries….maybe even taking a bath with his handsome detective. The possibilities, for him, had been endless!

"Late for work, of course…" Jim swung out of bed and started picking up his clothes, which, of course, were strewn all over the floor….and attempting to dress in a tearing hurry….

"But...but I thought you said they wouldn't miss you…." Oswald sat up and frowned.

"I have to be there today, Oswald. I just remembered - the chief called a meeting….damn that Barnes! Now, where the hell did I put that sock?!"

"Well, this is inconvenient!" said Oswald stiffly.

That got Jim's immediate attention. He turned round, feeling guilty and remorseful. He didn't feel any less so when he found Oswald staring at him with large, glassy eyes. That look was intense - and heartstopping!

"I'm sorry" he said, pausing from picking up his clothes and trying desperately not to worry about locating his missing sock - and getting into his shirt. He had managed to struggle into his pants but was still bare from the waist up.

"I'm as pissed as you about this, believe me! I would much rather come back to bed with you than go to this meeting. But I will be in big trouble if I don't turn up!"

"Won't you even have some breakfast first?" Oswald passed his hand through his tousled locks with a quick, impatient motion. He looked over Jim's half naked form longingly and licked his lips.

"Can't. No time! Oh Oswald - please don't look at me like that….aww ok….ok..hold on….." Jim gave up trying to dress himself for a moment. He went back over to the bed and sat down next to Oswald.

He realised that the sight of Oswald's own slim, bare torso and his wistful, sexy stare was too much of a temptation. He was only human, after all!

He had remarked on what a lovely smooth chest Oswald had the first time he had gazed upon it - only just last night. Oswald's expression had been a picture - he had even blushed! "I'm so glad you're not a hairy beast!" he had told him. "You have such lovely smooth skin."

"Ooh Jim!" Oswald had replied coyly. "But - erm, would it have put you off me if I had been hairy?" "Well - I guess I'd have forgiven you….you do have other attributes…."

And now he was sitting up close - close enough to feel the warmth of his lover's smooth, slender body, close enough to see him breathing so hard in, then out… that lovely chest rising and falling with each quick breath he took….to smell his scent and see how intensely blue and bright his eyes were….and how open and inviting his lips looked…yep, those luscious lips!

So he took that bewitching face in his hands and gazed deeply into those wide, glistening eyes. Oswald looked so stunning in his melancholy mood that it made any resistance Jim might have had weaken and crumble into dust.

"God help me!" he growled. "I can't resist you! Screw Barnes!" And he kissed Oswald long and hard. He knew that he wasn't going to that meeting after all….he'd much rather screw his sexy little psycho...

Jim finally dropped Oswald a couple of blocks away from his club. After checking that they were not overlooked, he gave Oswald a final goodbye kiss, which was long and lingering. Once he felt those lips on his it was hard to let go!

"Call me, Jim!" Oswald had urged before Jim had driven away. "Yeah, of course I will - just be patient, Oswald - OK?"

Jim checked his rear view mirror just before turning the corner. Oswald was still standing where he had left him and was staring after him.

Jim put his foot down and screeched away, trying to forget that last image, but he knew it would be foremost in his mind all day - in fact, for each and every second until he could be with Oswald again.

Jim told himself that he should feel relieved at their parting. After all, this whole situation was completely insane! No good could come of it at all…

But he felt a tug at his heartstrings at having to leave his lover so soon….try as he might, he just couldn't shake off that feeling….and he couldn't wait to see him again.

The sight of his lovely little limper standing there in that long winter coat, with the feathers on its collar rippling in the breeze….along with his newly-vamped raven black locks….and those huge forlorn blue eyes gazing longingly….it was enough to make him want to throw in his badge for good! But he knew it wasn't that simple….not that simple at all.

"You're late!"

"Well done Harv - fancy you noticing that!"

"Ha ha! Barnes is really pissed at you for missing the meeting y'know."

"Well, I guess he would be!" Jim shrugged.

"Well - what happened - ahhhh, I know, I can tell by the look in your eyes…."

"What?!"

"You got lucky, didn't you, you sly old dog?"

"Shut up, Harvey!" Try as he might, Jim couldn't sound as severe as he intended to! He knew it was crazy but he was still basking in an afterglow that was making him want to break into a smile!

They had done it again. He hadn't been able to help himself...the kiss had turned into so much more! He had ravished his cute little Cobblepot, who had then insisted on making coffee for them both, and then warming some pastries in the oven and bringing them back to bed.

They had eaten ravenously. Then they had made love again - this time Oswald had taken his turn in pleasuring Jim. It was his first time in taking the lead like this, and he had been tentative, controlling his urges to penetrate Jim right away and instead copying the careful foreplay needed to get Jim open, relaxed and receptive for the main event.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he had asked when finally, thankfully, he was in situ, and Jim had winced.

"Only in a good way...don't stop!"

Then they had taken a bath together - again, Oswald's impetus . Jim had insisted on taking the tap end. He had loved seeing his sexy little psycho all wet and naked in his tub.

This had led to yet more lovemaking after they had got dry - towelling each other down after they had left the tub. As Jim had wrapped his lover in the warm bath sheet he had rubbed his body and towelled his damp hair - then smelt his freshly bathed scent and been driven wild with desire for his little Cobblepot again. Oswald had fully reciprocated, of course….Jim's touch having aroused him in the extreme, all over again.

So they hadn't parted until gone midday, and even then it had seemed like it was too soon.

"Ahh, there you go - you did, didn't you? Come on, then - who's the femme fatale, eh?"

"Oh - it's no woman you would know."

"Ooooh, that's mysterious! What's she like? Come on - spill!"

"What do you mean, what's she like?"

"Well, you know - is she tall or short? Curvy or thin? Is she blonde, redhead, brunette?"

"OK then, you wanted a description…. well, about five foot six - slim build, big blue eyes, great lips ….oh and a great head of jet black hair..." answered Jim, getting wistful. He really didn't know how he would concentrate on work at all today!

"Ahhhh - she does sound like a catch, Jim! She sounds - kinda like Snow White!"

"Yeah, you could say that! A little raven haired beauty I picked up in an alley!"

"You dirty son of a bitch! Still, I hope she was worth it…"

"Oh yeah - I think so!"

He knew that when faced with the choice of 'Cobblepot v Barnes' he was certain about which one he would choose! He knew that was reckless thinking, but he didn't give a damn….anyway, he knew which one he'd rather wake up with in the morning!

"What do you mean, you didn't get the information from Cobblepot?" Barnes had called Jim into his office to tear him off a strip about missing the meeting and turning up so late. Jim had told him that he was 'following up on an important lead' about a case they were working on. This led Barnes to grill him about his 'progress with the Penguin.' Of course, Jim had nothing to report….at least, nothing Barnes would want to hear!

"Erm - well, he wouldn't talk. But I'm working on it…." Jim cleared his throat awkwardly.

"What?!" Barnes was incensed. "You mean you couldn't get him to talk?"

"Well, I tried to - erm, pump him for information, but he couldn't tell me anything….and then he got away…."

"I've heard it all now….well, I suggest you get hold of him again Gordon - and not let him get away so easily this time….if necessary, recruit some back up and put maximum pressure on the little scumbag. OK?"

"I'll do my best, sir." Jim tried not to sound sarcastic.

"You'll do more than that if you know what's good for you. Right. You're dismissed then."

"Right - sir." Jim said, with forced politeness - through gritted teeth. He had to hold back a growl. There was something slightly threatening about Barnes, with his 'black and white' mentality about crime and criminals. He had an uneasy feeling about him - he wouldn't bend, so surely he was going to break. Now he had called Oswald a scumbag….he had called the little devil some names himself in his time, but never anything as bad as that. And anyway - Oswald was his lover now, and hearing an insult as bad as that was bound to hurt him by proxy. And he was afraid that Barnes wouldn't show Oswald any mercy if he ever got hold of him….man to man.

Barnes frowned to himself once Jim had left. He didn't quite trust him, somehow. He hadn't liked the look in his eyes….or the tone of his voice. There was clearly something he wasn't telling him….something he was holding back.

He determined to call in Bullock and try to get out of him what might be wrong with Gordon - if anyone should know it would be him. And if not, to get him to find out!

"Hello Jim."

Jim knew that voice! He felt a shiver run up his spine.

He turned around and there was Oswald, standing right in front of him with that trademark catlike smile on his face. This expression had used to fill Jim with trepidation, but now it just made his heart miss a beat with excitement.

It had been quite a while since Jim's 'chat' with Barnes but he had been unable to get away. It appeared that his little devil had been too impatient to wait to see him again….

"Oswald! What are you doing here? You were supposed to wait for my call…." Jim tried to sound firm, even a little stern, but he failed miserably.

"I've come to give you the information you want of course - like I promised - silly!" Oswald said sweetly. "After all - a deal's a deal! And..I was waiting a long time for your call!" He gazed at Jim with lovelorn eyes and reached out to touch him.

"Oswald - please - not here!" Jim hissed through clenched teeth, batting Oswald's hands away hastily. Now he really did feel panicked.

"Why not? You're not ashamed of me, are you, Jim?" Oswald sounded hurt and looked wounded.

"No, no, of course I'm not….but…."

"Well then...come here…"

"Oswald, don't. It would be bad for me! And - bad for us!"

"It would?" Oswald frowned uncomprehendingly.

"Yeah of course it would! If they knew that we….were involved…."

"You mean, that I was your boyfriend. At least say that, Jim." Oswald pursed up his lips petulantly.

"Please, Oswald! Keep it down!" hissed Jim through gritted teeth.

Oswald changed his tactic and tone. He came really close and looked up at Jim, staring deeply into his eyes. He spoke quietly and provocatively, and his blue gaze softened seductively. This was an attitude that didn't fail to make Jim go weak at the knees. It both scared him and turned him on.

"Why don't you take me home? Then you could, erm, interrogate me in private. You could even use the handcuffs….I don't mind if you want to make it kinky!"

"Shush, Oswald. Not here!"

"That means I can misbehave when we are alone later?"

"Yes, yes, all right…." muttered Jim. "But - please - not in here!"

He was panicked by his little devil's sudden appearance, as he had not expected him to turn up like this. He thought Oswald would wait for his call.

But of course, Oswald always had a flair for the dramatic...and patience never had been his virtue!

And despite his dismay at Oswald's unexpected materialisation, and his fear at being found out because of his reckless behaviour, Jim couldn't help being pleased to see him too. He had missed him!

And he suddenly imagined Oswald being handcuffed to his bed - completely at his mercy….Jim wasn't the kinky type but if that's what Oswald wanted, he was prepared to give it a go!

He wanted him so much it hurt!

However, he also had a job to do and there was a precinct full of people that would definitely not see Oswald the way he did, and would understand even less the nature of Jim's relationship with him. He barely understood it himself!

He was so thankful that Barnes wasn't around - he had been called away. Barnes would definitely want to keep Oswald in for further questioning…..and Harvey wasn't anywhere to be seen, either….

"Right." Oswald winked meaningfully. Then he stepped back, cleared his throat ceremoniously and said more loudly, "Detective Gordon, I have some information which would be very useful to you…."

"So Cobblepot has spilled at last?"

"Yes, sir. He was very - co-operative…." Jim cleared his throat.

"Where is he?"

"He left."

"What? Weren't you supposed to at least detain him for a bit?"

"That wasn't necessary. He told me everything that was relevant. There's no need to - erm detain him - or erm - interrogate him any further." The sound of the words 'detain' and 'interrogate' had formed a new meaning in Jim's brain and he hoped that he wasn't giving this away! He couldn't wait to get home….and get Oswald alone again, and maybe even take Oswald up on that idea about the handcuffs, depending on how the evening might develop….

"Well, if you're sure…."

"Yes, I'm positive. I got everything out of him that he had to give."

Jim turned his face away to compose himself. This was just getting too close for comfort - he was finding it almost impossible to keep his face straight. And a bad part of him just wanted to laugh openly at Barnes. That would clearly be a BIG mistake!

"Right, Gordon - well done. I want your report on my desk ASAP - understand?"

"Yes - of course." And then, Jim was done with Barnes - and his damned report. Now, he was going home….to be with Oswald….