Oswald and Jim - the evening after the morning after….

"I feel dirty. I need another bath." Oswald murmured into Jim's shoulder. They were standing in Jim's kitchen and Jim was putting the dishes into the sink. They had eaten a large meal - the best that Jim could come up with given his meagre cooking talents - and then sat around lounging lazily and digesting. Oswald was standing behind him and leaning against his back restfully, watching him and nuzzling him thoughtfully.

He had protested, "Leave the dishes! Stay here with me!" He had been so comfortable lying against Jim's manly shoulder.

Jim had said, reluctantly, "Well you know, Oswald - I hate dirty dishes…." He had tried to play a little hard to get, in an attempt to add some spice to their shenanigans.

"Hmmm - you don't smell dirty - you smell good!"

"Do I? Well thank you Jim. But…. I'd still like to have a bath. It's been a long day….and I'd like a nice hot bubble bath. Wouldn't you?"

Oswald put his arms around Jim's waist and squeezed him. He pressed his slender little body up closer.

"Oh - I see! You want us to bathe together, huh? Why didn't you just say so?"

Jim had seen, or rather felt, what his sexy little psycho was getting at. He felt Oswald's arousal and this made him harden in response. He just couldn't help himself. And now, he knew that he didn't want to….

"Come on then….you sexy little scamp!" Jim decided to leave the dishes after all. He decided that this was enough teasing for today. He threw down the dishcloth and Oswald felt him up - and down - with excited, eager hands.

His ploy had worked….

Jim hadn't realised until recently how insatiable, how greedy he was for Oswald's attentions. But now he was making up for lost time - fast.

They stripped off, took a good long look at one another - and smiled. Oswald had lost his modesty and was now proud to show Jim everything that he had to offer. And Jim was glad of it.

And Oswald wasn't afraid to look at Jim and admire what he had, either….

They got into the bath and then sank down into the hot water, to which Oswald had added his aromatic foaming oils. The vapours rising up were intoxicating and heady.

Jim had offered to take the tap end. "Nonsense - come down here. Lie back. In between me. Come on, Jim." Oswald stared at Jim suggestively and gave him a cute, crooked smile. This was all the encouragement Jim needed.

It was an invitation that he definitely couldn't refuse….

He sat in between Oswald as instructed, and Oswald's legs closed around him. Then he wrapped his arms around Jim, nuzzled his neck and sighed.

"That's the way," he coaxed. "How does that feel now, Mr Police Detective?"

Jim took a deep breath in, smelling the oils and the scent of Oswald's warm skin. Then he exhaled slowly.

"That feels good, real good!" he sighed. Then he reached down and stroked Oswald's hobbled leg rhythmically.

Oswald gave a little groan of appreciation. "Mmmmm. That feels good too, Jim! Keep it up!"

"Don't worry...I will!"

"You're getting me all aroused, Jim Gordon. Be careful you don't start something…."

Jim felt the evidence of Oswald's words. Oswald was growing and rising up underneath him.

"Oh, don't worry - I can finish it if I have to!"

He groaned in anticipation of what was to come.

He felt his 'sexy little scamp' probe his body tentatively, then find his way in and enter him slowly. He caught his breath and braced himself.

"There, how is that?" Jim felt Oswald' s hot breath on his neck. His invasion of Jim's body was complete.

"It's….great!" Jim groaned in response. "Jesus, Oswald…." Jim was open and prepared …..having been stretched nicely by his experience that morning. He was feeling somewhat sore but still, more relaxed and receptive….the warm water having helped with that too….and now, he felt able to enjoy what Oswald was doing to him much, much more.

"Mmmmm, Jim! It's great for me too…."

Oswald clasped his hands around Jim's belly, keeping him close. Jim felt Oswald's heartbeat racing against his back and his chest heaving to and fro. He sighed. He felt so close to Oswald, closer than he had ever been before. He could smell his warm spicy sent. It was driving him wild!

"Here we go, Jim…."

Oswald began to move vigorously. Jim kept in rhythm with him, feeling intense, burning pleasure. He had never been made love to this way before Oswald had done it, and he now knew that last night had been Oswald's first time too. And this morning had been the first time that Oswald had done what he had done to Jim. He couldn't help feeling that they were extra special to one another because of this.

He felt himself becoming more and more infatuated with this sweet little sociopath. But what would happen to him if/when the GCPD found out about the two of them? His career would most probably be over. Harvey would most definitely never speak to him again. Having said that, this was Gotham, where nothing was quite black and white, and the grey areas could become richly coloured - Oswald was a rich, regal purple….

"Am I your dirty little secret?" Oswald had asked provocatively. And that was just what he happened to be….Jim's dirty little secret. He had such mixed feelings about it! He didn't want to think of it as dirty, as what they were doing was, after all, perfectly natural, although he knew that there were some who would still not see it that way. Tasting forbidden fruit was kinda tantalising, but it also meant that they had to sneak around and not show any affection in public at all….which, to Jim, felt rather cruel. Oswald had wanted to touch Jim at the GCPD and he had wanted to touch Oswald, too….but they couldn't do that. The look in Oswald's eyes as Jim had batted his hands away….it had brought a lump to Jim's throat….

He wondered if the situation would ever change?

Things in Gotham could change - everything turn completely upside-down - in an instant.

But he didn't hold out much hope. Oswald was a criminal and always would be. Jim was a cop and always would be. They were both men but there was still a huge void between them, no matter how close they might feel to one another now.

Jim climaxed, and Oswald followed him immediately, releasing himself dramatically. They both gave a groan of relief and then lay there recovering with rapid, panting breaths.

Oswald withdrew slowly, and Jim lay back against Oswald's chest. Oswald stroked and kissed Jim's head. He almost wept with happiness.

"You're all mine now, Jim," he whispered. "You belong to me!"

"Yes, I do. I think I actually do, Oswald! I can't believe it. It's well, kinda like a dream!"

"Well, at least you didn't say 'Nightmare!" Oswald laughed harshly.

"Oh, now look Oswald….don't…."

"Seriously - Jim - you don't regret it….do you…You don't regret being with me like this?"

"No no, of course I don't…." Jim turned over carefully and faced his lover, lying supine in between Oswald. He searched Oswald's face solemnly and sighed. "You know I don't…"

"That's good, Jim. Because if I thought you did….well…." Oswald pursed up his lips and his eyes got a little teary.

"Hey, shhhhh, don't worry….." Jim stroked Oswald's face, offering his lips, and Oswald kissed him with far more than gratitude.

"Oswald….I know I said - and did - some harsh things to you before….before…."

"Jim...Jim...you are of course forgiven….for all of it!" Oswald interrupted sweetly. He gave Jim a dimpled smile.

"That's very generous of you." Jim grinned. "I forgive you too!" He took pleasure in hearing Oswald's sweet tone and gazing at those adorable dimples.

"Oh - that's very - erm, magnanimous of you, Detective Gordon!" Oswald replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"You know what I mean. Seriously - Oswald, the last thing I'd want to do is.. well, break with you. I do care about you. And - for some reason….I feel….well, kind of protective!"

"Protective?! Over me?" Oswald laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, I know you can take care of yourself, you are notoriously difficult to kill….yadda yadda…."

"No, that wasn't what I meant! I wasn't making fun of you, Jim. I'm - just, well, surprised..and touched...that you would want to protect me!"

"Surprised? You shouldn't be. You know I would do..well, anything for you now. Right?"

"Except admit to the outside world that you're with me." Oswald's mouth tightened again, giving him that crabby, petulant look and sound.

"Oh….come on now, Oswald, we've been over all that..."

"Yes Jim - but I don't have to like it!"

"Neither do I."

"Jim, Jim, let's not fight. Not now. Besides - the bathwater is getting cold!"

""Shall I turn on the hot tap?"

"No - don't bother. Let's get out. I'm hungry!"

"What..you're hungry again? Mmmm, although - you have been pretty busy, I guess you earned it!" He took Oswald's face in his hands and smooched him. Oswald kissed him back, so hard that he bit Jim's lip.

"Ouch! My God, you are hungry aren't you?!"

Oswald chuckled demonically, his blue eyes glinting with mischief. "Well - I did warn you!"

They got out of the bath, Jim pulling himself up and slinging himself out effortlessly, and Oswald struggling up a little more, but proudly refusing Jim's help. "I can do this - I do it all the time!" he snapped, and, "Yeah -sorry, didn't think," said Jim humbly. "Never mind - you were just being considerate, I understand…." replied Oswald more patiently.

Once out, dried and robed they went into the kitchen and Jim made Oswald a tuna sandwich and a pot of coffee.

Then they sat wrapped in their dressing gowns and snuggled warmly together on the sofa, Oswald eating ravenously and Jim sipping at his coffee.

"This is nice!" Oswald murmured happily, in between bites. "And cosy! Are you comfortable, Jim?"

"Oh yeah - sure. Erm - by the way - has anyone ever told you you look very sexy with wet hair?"

"Ooh, you say the sweetest things - Jim dear!" Oswald smiled widely. "And - erm, no they haven't, of course - silly!"

"Well then, I'll make up for it. You look damn hot, Cobblepot!"

"You'll have to be careful with all these compliments, Jim. You'll spoil me - and make me vain!"

"In your case, Cobblepot, caution just doesn't enter into it!"

Oswald put the last piece of sandwich into his mouth. He pointed to his mouth and smiled with appreciation as he chewed and swallowed the last morsel. "That was a very fine sandwich!" he smirked, his face dimpling.

"Glad you enjoyed it! You want another?" Again with the dimples, Cobblepot! he thought.

Oswald put down his plate decisively.

"Not a sandwich, no…." He grinned meaningfully at Jim.

He came forward and his mouth fastened on Jim's again. Jim was glad he didn't mind the taste of tuna….