Love in Gotham

[tcost]

"You already know something, but you want to hear me say it.. explicitly." There was nobody else in the mansion, but still be closed the door.

"Writers and producers have a rule that it is better to show than to tell. But I shall do both. Yes, I want you to wear the outfit without the top." He walked directly toward her, fixing her eyes with his. He came to a stop directly in front of her, and reached out for the front of her shirt just as she had reached for his tie. "That's telling. Here is showing."

He began, very, very slowly, to unbutton her blouse.

 

[wouldjakoindly]

Yes, she did want to hear him say it. Her mind told her that no matter what, she wouldn't wear the outfit without the top - but her heart knew better. So when he - explicitly - told her he didn't want her to wear it, an exquisite shiver ran up her spine.

And she knew she'd never be wearing that top.

She turned towards him fully when he approached, curious as to what he meant by 'showing' her, but her question was immediately answered. As he began to unbutton her blouse, she glanced down, watching his hands slowly work, then looked back up into his eyes.

"I wasn't expecting something like this the first day," she admitted. "You're moving quite fast for someone who hasn't seen me in four years." It was mostly a tease - the kind of joking she did with Bruce - but at the same time, Oswald was beginning to surprise her. Was there something she hadn't known about him all along?

"I shouldn't even be letting you do this, you know. But..." Her words trailed off, despite the smile on her face. But the fact was, she didn't want him finding some other woman. The thought made her burn with jealousy.

 

[tcost]

"I've thought a lot about this," Oswald returned, undoing the last of the buttons and pulling the tail of her shirt out from her slacks. "Mostly while staring at pictures of you. Now, I don't fully trust my own reasoning. But, Noelle, you're not only putting up with this, you're smiling in the most amazing way. You may want this as much or more than I do, and you know it."

He made no effort to disguise the sound of triumph in his voice, of vindication. He reached up and pushed the top of the shirt down and off of her shoulders, onto her upper arms, leaving the top of the garment bunched halfway between her armpits and her elbows. It would be hard for Noelle to move her arms very far now, unless she could get her shirt either back up her arms or down and off of them.

He slid one hand beneath where the shirt hung along her left side, and ran his fingertips along her bare flesh there. "I'm a sick little pervert, Noelle, but I'm your sick little pervert." His left hand pushed her right bra strap down her arm to catch up with her sleeve, baring that shoulder.

Somewhat surprisingly at this point, he took a few steps away to where he had a computer monitor set up on a dresser top, at a higher point than someone at a desk would want to have it located. It was at a height for someone who wanted to watch the monitor while standing up.

"Let me show you one of the programs I've developed. Referring to a huge body of statistical data relating to genome research and body types, it can extrapolate what a woman wearing clothes in a picture would look like without them. Let's see how well it really works."

He flicked on the monitor, and then made a few keystrokes on a keyboard which must be connected to it via a computer of some sort. The first image was of Noelle, taken within the past few months. At first she is seen pushing a shopping cart through a grocery store, with most of her top half clearly visible above the cart. Then the image closes in and the background is replaced by a field of light gray. Slowly, the clothing in the picture fades away to reveal a depiction of a naked Noelle.

"Now, how close have I come to the truth, my dear? We shall see shortly."

 

[wouldjakoindly]

Noelle was smiling, wasn't she? But even with that fact stated to her in such a situation, she found she couldn't stop. Even hearing the satisfaction in his voice, she couldn't stop - in fact, her lips quirked upwards even more, like she was satisfied too. Why shouldn't she be? Wasn't she being undressed by the one man she had craved more than anyone else? Craved more than even Bruce Wayne?

So it was moving a little faster than she expected. So maybe she shouldn't have let him treat her this way, like she was utterly his to command, to be dressed up like his own personal little doll. These thoughts occurred to her, but she brushed them away.

Here she was, right where she had always wanted to be. He had made her a dress. It might not be like other dresses, but it was hers, made exclusively for her. No other woman would have been put into it. And those women he had tried to date at college - he had compared them all to her. He wasn't lying when he said (and the way he said it made her toes curl pleasantly in her heels) that he was her little pervert. Shouldn't she, in return, be his good little maid?

Oh, not to say she didn't still have reservations about everything. But her love and desire for him, her passionate envy at the idea of some other woman in her place right now, mostly outweighed the nervousness.

Even when he clicked on the monitor, even when he showed her that he had a picture of her that he must have gotten by stalking her, or having someone stalk her for him.

She took a few careful steps forward, looking hard at the picture as the miniature and still Noelle on the screen was suddenly - like a perverse magic trick, alakazam - naked.

"You've been quiet the busy little pervert, haven't you?" she said calmly. "How many other nasty little programs do you have? Did you make?" The smile and tone of voice turned teasing. "You were always too smart for your own good."

 

[tcost]

"Several of them," he returned, almost chirped, in response. "Not all of them like this, but these are the most fun. It works on men, too. Is there any movie actor or sports star you'd like to see naked? I already have quite a few subscribers. Though this model isn't available for anybody but me to see. However, if you want, I can change that. I can put you on my front page -- if you would -enjoy- having thousands of men admire your body."

He brought up one hand to caress her hair for a moment. "In this instance, I can't guess what will make you happier. And I want to know everything that makes you happy. And I want to do every thing that does, over and over again, until you are absolutely sated."

He drew the other bra strap down. "Now, where were we? Ah, I remember."

He gestured toward the closure on the front of her bra. "Now, I might be wrong about this, so you will have to tell me, but when a girl wears a bra that fastens in front, isn't it an implicit invitation for the boy to open it up?"

Which is exactly what he did.

 

[wouldjakoindly]

His question almost made her laugh, and did make her eyes twinkle rather fetchingly. She had always seemed so innocent, so pure, that any hint of impishness on her face was surprising, but beautiful. Who did she want to see naked?

"The program is fascinating," she agreed. "But I'm not sure you have who I want in your database. And if you do -" she managed a constricted little shrug despite the shirt pinning her arms. "Well, why look at him on a screen when I can just get a peek at him lifesize right here?"

Leaning forward, she softly pressed her lips to his forehead. She didn't move away, so that when she began to speak softly, her mouth and hot breath played lightly against his skin. "You're a sweet master, aren't you? Wanting to make me happy..."

She straightened up, looking seriously at him now, though the twinkle hadn't left her eyes. "I don't think that's quite how the master is supposed to act towards his maid, but I like it."

Again glancing at the monitor, something in her face seemed to falter. The twinkle in her eyes was momentarily replaced by something else entirely - a hint of sadness maybe? No, not quite that. It was a hard emotion to place. She tried to laugh. "I don't think there's many men who'd rather admire me than some actress. Someone like Selina Kyle would be better on your front page, she's... she's gorgeous." Noelle let out a little wistful sigh, but before she could think more on how nice it would be to be that skinny, Oswald was undoing her bra.

Her breasts fell out, the dark nipples perking slightly in the air, and now she was blushing again.

Well, she had already told him - rather bluntly, considering - she would rather see him naked than any actor or sports star. They were already past shyness, past subtle hints.

"Oh no, you're right. Except in this case, the girl's been wanting the boy to open her bra up for years."

 

[tcost]

"Selina Kyle, you say? Remind me of her later sometime, because I'll never remember her at this point. The only woman in my mind right now is you, Noelle.

"But," he went on, "since we've both wanted this for years, we ought to get on with it." He fished for something in his pocket with one hand, while the back of his other hand brushed roughly against one of her nipples.

"There's only one real question to ask now," he said. "Will you marry me, Noelle Pennyworth?" He opened up his hand and displayed a diamond ring.

 

[wouldjakoindly]

The red on her face had subsided to pink, but now it was red again. How did he know just what to say to make her feel better? Maybe she didn't need to be as skinny as Selina Kyle after all. She smiled and was about to lean down and see if she could manage to steal a kiss, when his rummaging in his pocket stopped her. She tilted her head curiously.

The diamond ring utterly stunned her. No sly, teasing grin or impish twinkle in her eyes now - just a look of pure, wide-eyed, slack-jawed shock.

"You... I..." It was the first time since childhood she had been so inarticulate. "I..." She licked her lips, trying to find words to all the feelings she suddenly felt, feelings that were mentally grabbing her and twisting and pulling her about in all directions.

"We haven't seen each other in four years. First day back and you've already got me half undressed and willing to wear a maid's outfit for you." She took a shaky breath, trying to calm herself. It didn't work as well as she had hoped it would. Her palms were now sweaty, her legs shaking, her heart thumping hard in her chest. "And you want me to marry you."

She flicked her gaze from the ring to his eyes. "And you're asking me, while I've got my arms pinned and my breasts hanging out."

Noelle closed her eyes for a moment. "Oswald, I'm... I'm not... I'm not a debutante, I'm not like you or Bruce, I'm nowhere near the same social standing - I'm the help."

She sighed, opening her eyes, looking down at her feet, and shook her head. But the smile was returning to her face. She laughed. "Yes, alright, yes. I'll marry you, you silly little pervert." Her smile became rather seductive, her gaze sultry. "You're going to kiss me now, I hope."

She felt rather silly - felt like maybe this was all some big joke - but if it wasn't, why waste time? She felt the chemistry, he must have too - for all these years, he had felt it, hadn't he? Father and Bruce might not be exactly pleased, but she was sure she could soften them up to the idea.

 

[tcost]

Of course, he kissed her. He took her in his arms and kissed her, it was like something in a movie. Pure joy surged through him, followed rapidly but not quite instantly by nearly overwhelming lust.

He couldn't help thinking about the way that her uncovered breasts were pressing against his torso. And she must feel the bulge in his trousers against her abdomen. He ground against her even as his tongue came into contact with hers.

The bed was too far away. He began to push Noelle dpwm onto the carpetimg, new and deep-piled. It was a little stiff, but so what?

As much as he wanted to say something in reply to her, his mouth was just too busy right now.

 

[wouldjakoindly]

When they kissed, she felt sparks, and one foot lifted slightly up from the carpet. She pressed close to him, her body trembling against his, a light but muffled moan escaping her as she felt his tongue pressing into her mouth.

She did not struggle or fight or try to pull away - she kissed him back eagerly, and feeling him push her, she obligingly slid down onto the carpet, feeling it scratch against her back, but it didn't matter to her. All that mattered was the man kissing her right now.

But no, that wasn't all that mattered. There was something else. She had to tell him something, something important. She wasn't sure what it was, but it was something he needed to know.

As they continued to kiss, her body arching up against his, her breasts rubbing against his chest, aching for him to grind more against her, she remembered what it was. She didn't want to break the kiss but she did, gently.

"Oswald, wait - you..." She wasn't exactly sure how to tell him this. She felt shy all of a sudden, and looked away. "You'll have to be gentle with me."

 

[tcost]

Oswald had gotten to be better than most people at keeping his reactions to things showing up on his face, but his guard was down. For a moment, Noelle could see the confusion in his eyes.

"You prefer gentle sex? It's a good thing you told me, because I wouldn't have been, just now. But I'm happy to oblige, my love. My dearest love."

He was balanced on top of her, both hands busy trying to unfasten the top of her pants. He was off balance in more than one sense of the term.

 

[wouldjakoindly]

Noelle smiled gently at his confusion, but she still felt embarrassed. It was a rather hard thing for her to explain, maybe because she had saved it just for him. She leaned up and kissed him again to gather her courage.

"Lover, it's not that - I'm a virgin."

Now that it was out, she felt silly for having been embarrassed to say it. She kissed him again, smiling against his lips. "I saved myself, you know. For you." Not for marriage or the right man to come along - though both things had come to pass - but for him.

"So you'll just have to be gentle at first. I trust you, or I wouldn't be here right now."

 

[tcost]

"I didn't know," Oswald returned, frowning. "I had been told that you have had a long running affair with Bruce. If you have saved yourself for me, it means a great deal to me -- but so does the fact that you want me to know it. And, Noelle -- it's true of me, too. I've been with a lot of girls, paid a few of them, but I have never, with any of them, done what I'm about to do with you."

He more or less stopped what else he had been doing. All of his attention was focused on only her.

 

[wouldjakoindly]

"Told by who? The person who got you those pictures?" Her smile faded a bit, but not in an angry way, just in a troubled way. "It's... not like that, between Bruce and I. Alright? He respected my decision. I think he knew..." She let her words trail off, sighed, and shook her head.

"Right now isn't about Bruce. It's about you and me." Her gaze was soft and loving. On her back now, she had been able to wriggle one arm free of her shirt, and then the other. She reached up, beginning to unloosen his tie.

"And about how excited you're making me... are you going to tell me what you're going to do?" Her voice dropped down into that husky, sensual purr. "Or are you going to show me? I'm dying to know what you like, honey - what's so not vanilla about my handsome Oswald, hm?"

 

[tcost]

Oswald shook his head. "Not the same person. Few people can see what goes on inside stately Wayne Manor."

There really were few suspects.

"Let's not get into that just now. It will take time and destroy the moment. But I won't keep it from you if you really do want to know."

Her question made him smile again. "I can talk up a storm," he said, the twinkle appearing back in his eye now. "But actions speak louder than words."

In the back of his mind, though, something niggled. She kept calling him handsome. He never thought of himself that way -- but she really did see him through the eyes of love; no other explanation made sense, unless she had some other motive for marrying him. And if she really was a virgin, she wasn't lying about that, either, despite what he'd been told, despite the reliability of his source.

 

[wouldjakoindly]

Noelle nodded. "Alright. Later then. I don't want to stop this..." She got his tie loosened completely, running a hand down his chest and stomach to the waist of his pants. Her fingers paused there, then slipped lower, drifting across his covered bulge.

The other hand reached up, cupping his face. Her thumb ran gently across his mouth, then she replaced the digit with her own lips. "I do like hearing you talk," she stated with a smile after breaking the kiss. "I always did." Now she pressed her lips to his cheek, leaning up further to place them against his ear. Her tongue flicked out, just for a moment, stroking along the curled top.

"So actions speak louder than words. Humor me - tell me what's going through your mind, lover. Tell me what you want to do to me." She couldn't help herself, the idea of her sweet - perverted, yes, but even then a gentleman - Oswald talking dirty was delicious. "I just bet you can make me moan without touching me."

 

[tcost]

"I will be touching you, though, Noelle," Oswald returned. "I'm laying on top of you and I have no intention of breaking contact any longer than necessary to get us both the rest of the way undressed."

And so he did roll off of her, and began to tug off his pants and boxers. "I intend to discover just how many times I can ejaculate in one day. I intend to cum first in your mouth and then in your cunt. I intend, as soon as you are ready, to impregnate you and start a family, but that, too, is a discussion better left until later."

 

[wouldjakoindly]

Noelle watched him as he rolled off of her to start undressing, a pleased smile on her face. "Oooo, talk more like that honey, you're making me all excited..." Reaching out, she helped him pull his pants and boxers off, sliding herself between his legs as she got comfortable on her stomach. She had been about to show him just all of what she could do with her mouth when his admission that he wanted to make her pregnant made her pause.

Her body thrummed at the idea. Didn't he know how dangerous that was, to tell a woman like her he wanted to make her pregnant? It set her biological clock to ticking happily, it made her pussy start to throb pleasantly. She could feel her underwear getting wet.

Glancing up at him over her glasses, she began to gently stroke his dick, running the tips of her fingers down his skin. "When we're ready, you'll have to fuck me quite a lot," she said matter-of-factly, a little surprised at herself but loving how the words sounded. "Until it takes, you know." She wasted no more time with talking, and finally did what she had dreamed about for years. Leaning down, she took him in her mouth, slowly sliding her lips down his cock, and groaned around him. He tasted just as good as she had always thought he would.

 

[tcost]

Oswald might have protested that Noelle still had her pants on, but when she began to give him head, well. it just seemed pointless and irrelevant. Looking at her there between his legs, a sight that he had always wanted to see since they were about eleven, was all that he could ask for.

Not to mention that she had reacted well to his reference to starting a family. He was the only surviving member of the Cobblepot family now, and he wanted it to endure. He had some second cousins who were his next of kin, but they weren't Cobblepots. Now, Noelle was going to become a Cobblepot herself.

His cock flinched at her touch, jerked and spasmed, responding instantly. He had already been hard, and now it had reached its fullest erection. Her lips were warm, the inside of her mouth warmer still, and she knew what she was doing.

It wasn't the first time he'd felt a woman's lips there. He had paid for it. He had paid to fuck girls. But this was totally different, in so many ways.

 

[wouldjakoindly]

She put her arms around his waist, pulling him closer to her as she worked her lips down farther and farther. She took him deep into her mouth, into her throat, groaning again around him. She began to bob her head in his lap - her lips sliding back up until they just barely held his tip between them, then back down, all the way, almost to the base of his cock.

She did this for a few long, sensual moments, then gently pulled up. She kept teasing his tip with her tongue, looking up at him as she did so.

"You taste so good, honey. I bet your cum tastes good too... do you want me to swallow it when you blow in my mouth?"

Not waiting for his answer, she leaned down to continue gently sucking him off, but kept her gaze on his face as she worked her lips and tongue around him.

 

[tcost]

Oswald was naturally thin. He was not given to spending a lot of time on exercise, but he did the minimum to keep himself in acceptable shape. Even with his questionable diet, at this young age his metabolism served him well. There was no flab around his waistline, not even love handles.

He nodded in response to her question. "It usually makes the least mess that way, and for the time being at least you're the one who will have to clean everything up," he teased her. Really, he cared less about that than he did about doing it whichever way pleased Noelle the most. If she wanted to taste his cum, that was fine with him; it would have been fine if she had not wanted to.

Of course he smiled at her as she looked at him in this posture. Right now nearly nothing could have kept him from smiling. This was the best day of his life.

 

[wouldjakoindly]

She smiled slightly around him, pleased at his response. Her eyes closed for a moment as she started to blow him faster. She didn't keep the speed constant - she would slide her lips up and down very quickly for a moment, then just as quickly she would slow down. She would tilt her head a bit, so that his tip pressed against the soft inside of her cheek. She would pause with her lips around the middle or the head of his cock and slowly work her tongue around and over and against him.

Then, as her lips slid down around him and she took him deep into her throat, she began to hum lightly - not only making a pleasant muffled sound, but her throat started to vibrate around him. Her gaze once again swept back up to his face, a devilish gleam in the green depths. She wanted him to enjoy what she was doing just as much as she was enjoying doing it.

 

[tcost]

Though he was still a virgin, Oswald had had plenty of blowjobs. He'd paid for most of them; one way or another, for all of them. Several had been from professionals. None even approached what Noelle was doing to him now, and he had to marvel at that. He took her at her word that she had had very limited experience, but perhaps Bruce Wayne had shown her a few things that he liked which he had, in turn, picked up from some exotic sources?

It didn't really matter. He was distracting himself with this line of thought, anyway. Better just to enjoy the fantastic experience. His mind would inevitably come back to the topic later, whether he wanted it to or not. As sick as it might be, he was obsessed with sex.

He would try to lay back and just zone into the rhythm of what Noelle was -doing- to him, but she kept changing things up. This had the added benefit that it kept him from cumming as fast as he would otherwise have done, at this level of excitement.

Nonetheless, despite Noelle's clever tactics and Oswald's really formidable will power, when she made her throat vibrate, the dam broke. There was this wonderful tingling near his prostate, and then he could feel the jism inside him, or he fancied he could, shooting up through his cock, and right out of the tip, into her mouth. Oswald made a quiet keening noise and scrunched his eyes shut despite his great desire to keep them open so he could see her face, her beloved face.

 

[wouldjakoindly]

Noelle could feel him twitching between her lips and she knew he was about to cum. She concentrated even harder on him, the humming became faster and louder, the only time it stopped was when she paused to work in a swallow that made her throat almost hug him - and then she felt it, sticky and hot, against her tongue and sliding down her throat.

She didn't pull away immediately. She slid up a bit and wrapped one hand around him, jerking him off into her mouth, to make sure she had every drop. When she was sure he was done, she slipped off of him, and for a moment she didn't move - his eyes were closed, so he couldn't see that her eyes were closed too, and her mouth was moving, not like she was talking but like she was savoring something. Like she was moving his cum around in her mouth, savoring the taste of it.

After a moment of this she swallowed it, moaning softly. Wiping her lips, she slid up him and kissed his chin, his cheeks, his ears, his forehead.

"I love you, Oswald," she murmured, smiling, before nuzzling her face against his neck. "What can I do for you now, Master?" she teased, licking a patch of skin and blowing on it. She wanted to please him more, in whatever way he had in mind, and she couldn't help but be eager about the idea of him taking her - after all these years, after all her waiting, here they were and he would get to be her first, just like she always wanted. She didn't want anything to ruin this moment.

 

[tcost]

"And I love you, Noelle. I think I always have. I know I always have." He put one arm around her, and gently kissed the top of her head through her hair, which he toyed with using his other hand.

"We've really beaten the odds, you know. Neither one of us found anybody else, during exactly the part of our lives when we were the most apt to meet and connect with someone. The bond we made so early on was extremely strong -- and I think it will be for all our lives."

She could hear a little mischief in his voice when he answered her question. "What can you do for me now? Fix me lunch; clean the house; translate the Elder Edda into modern English, in iambic pentameter; and end world hunger. Before you do all that, though, or in fact any of it, lay here with me for a little while so we can set a date and talk about the wedding -- and then roll over onto your back, or adopt any other position you might prefer, and prepare to make love with me."