Love in Gotham

[wouldjakoindly]

The look on her face as he spoke was one of extreme happiness. To hear him voice what she had always hoped meant more to her than he could ever know. "We were just made for each other, honey. We're lucky - most people never meet the love of their life so early." She kissed him again.

Her eyes twinkled when she heard his list of things for her to do. Laughing, she slid off of him and curled up next to him very close. "You do know how to work the help, don't you? I'd say let's get married now, but I don't think you can pull a priest out of your pocket. Tomorrow then. Or the next day. Any day, as long as it's soon. I don't need anything fancy, Oswald. Just you. Just you and a paper saying I'm now Mrs. Oswald Cobblepot."

 

[tcost]

"I was thinking that you would want your father, at least, to be there, and we will need two witnesses," he returned. "Do you want a priest? Episcopalian or Catholic? It occurs to me that I have no idea if you even believe in god; we Cobblepots tend to be agnostic, if not atheists. But if you want a priest, and he'll be willing to conduct a ceremony for an unbeliever, I don't mind."

He too rolled onto his side, facing her. "There are going to be other things we don't know about one another. Which way does the toilet tissue unwind? What brand of toilet tissue? What do you want for lunch?"

He brought up the palm of one hand to run along the smooth skin of her thigh. While parts of his mind might be a million miles away, the part that counted was -right here.-

 

[wouldjakoindly]

"Of course I want to Daddy to be there. But I don't think he'll be thrilled that I'm getting married so soon. Bruce could be a witness, but he'll probably be on daddy's side for a while - We're too young, it's too soon." She knew it wouldn't be a matter of disliking Oswald, or wanting to control her. They just loved her and wanted what was best, and she knew things might seem like they were moving too fast.

"I don't disbelieve in God. If there is someone up there, he's been good to me, but I don't believe in all the dogma. Catholics have the nicer churches, and I don't think they care as much if you don't believe." She smiled and leaned in to kiss him. "The simplest solution is just going to a courthouse and getting a judge to do it, but I know your family Oswald, you Cobblepots like to do things in style, don't you?"

She laughed again at his questions. He had always been able to do that, to make her laugh with his own brand of humor. She reached out and stroked over his hair, very gently. "I don't think we'll argue much about the toilet tissue, love. As for lunch - well, I want more of you." She kissed him again, a bit of a harder kiss. "But if you'd like to eat before we continue to have at each other, I could fix us a quick lunch."

She was hungry, but she was hungrier for him - it was clear in her eyes, the way she looked at him. Reaching up, with a few deft movements of her hands and a few snaps of hair clips being undone, she let her hair down. She had wriggled out of all her clothes by now - her heels were under her pants, and her underwear were still around one ankle. "Did your program get it right, honey?" she teased.

 

[tcost]

"About right," he returned. "but not exactly. Your real hips flare more, and your real thighs are just barely more slender." His hand went over the arch of her hip as he spoke of it.

" That I've been able to tell. Eventually, I want to do a three-dimensional modelling system based on this development. For uses in virtual reality. Would you like to be the model for that, or would you rather I employed someone else for the purpose?"

With greater agility than might have been expected of him, Oswald Cobblepot moved smoothly from his position on his side to one where he was kneeling, facing her. "You didn't choose a position when I asked you to, so I will choose one for you. I want to be able to watch your face, and for that, the best position is the missionary."

Lifting his chin a little, with a fond little smile that still, somehow, conveyed a touch of smugness, he bade her, "Assume the position."

 

[wouldjakoindly]

"You want to create more nasty little programs that people can jerk off with," she teased. He had basically told her he had pleasured himself to the pictures he had gotten of her. It sent a thrill through her body, imagining his hand sliding up and down his length while he thought about her.

"Yes, I'll model for your nasty little program. You're a wicked man, Master Cobblepot," she purred.

She had a million things that she could say to tease him when he commanded her, but she didn't want to. A shiver ran up her spine, a pleased one. Her cheeks, ears, and neck felt hot, but there was gooseflesh on her arms and legs. She couldn't remember a time when she had ever felt so excited. Nervous, yes - this would be her first time. He might not be gentle, like he promised. She was sure he would be, but now a bunch of paranoid thoughts ran through her head - maybe he would take her and then send her away, done with her after he had taken her virginity.

Noelle slid onto her knees so she could turn and face him, and then lay back on the rug, her legs parted slightly so they slid around him. She smiled shyly at him.

"Gentle, remember? I... I hope I don't disappoint." She felt silly once the words had left her lips. "I love you so very much, darling. I'm so happy to be here," she quickly added, but she seemed more nervous than she had been before. Happy, yes, but nervous.

 

[tcost]

"You're a wicked man, Master Cobblepot."

Oswald could only nod at that. Despite how happy he felt now, she was right. And Noelle deserved a better man than he was. Noelle had no idea just how wicked he could be, and not just in terms of having a dirty mind (which she did too, as he had always hoped she did, and was overjoyed to confirm today).

She deserved better than him -- she deserved Bruce Wayne. But she loved -him-, not Bruce. And he would take that and run with it just as far as she would let him go, all the way to the altar and beyond. He didn't deserve her, but there were lots of things that he didn't deserve that he took anyway. Noelle was just the most important of them.

"You will .never. disappoint me, darling," he returned, and he knew it was true. It was he who would disappoint her. Between now and then, though, she was his.

He knelt between her legs and leaned forward, planting a palm to one side of her head and slightly pushing up her chin with one knuckle of his other hand. "I love you."

 

[wouldjakoindly]

As she watched him, she couldn't help but feel that she didn't deserve him. She had loved him for all these years, but part of her had never expected to end up with him - the Cobblepots had always seemed rather distant. Oswald had been different of course - he didn't make her feel like she was just a Pennyworth, someone who would grow up to be just a maid, but it still nagged at her mind that that was all she was.

Noelle wondered exactly what it was that drew men like Bruce and Oswald - men she saw as rich and powerful and handsome and intelligent, men she knew were better than her - to her. She didn't think of herself as particularly beautiful - cute and mousy perhaps, but not beautiful - or charming, maybe a bit witty but that was because she had grown up with Bruce and Alfred, you had to have a quick mind to live with those two.

She smiled and nuzzled her cheek into his hand. "You are.." Everything she had ever wanted, she thought. Everything he did made her love for him grow in leaps and bounds. "So wonderful," she sighed happily. "Kiss me, honey."

 

[tcost]

Whatever else might be said of Oswald Cobblepot, he was well bred, and when a lady asked you to kiss her, that's what you did. Noelle might be a butler's daughter, but she was as well brought up as any wealthy person, and had a kinder heart than most besides. She was all the woman he had ever wanted, and it was all he could encompass that she had waited for him.

Her father was Alfred Pennyworth, a man who chose a life of service despite having had many other options. A man as wise and as deserving of respect as the best of his professors. Alfred was, in fact, a better man than anyone ever to spring from the Cobblepot family, at least in Oswald's well informed opinion. His years in school, even later on in college, had taught Oswald well that being norn to wealth and comfort by no means assured anybody of being a worthwhile person; it simply gave you a headstart toward accomplishing what you set out to do.

So he took her in his arms and kissed her, long and deeply, as lovingly as he felt for her. While he was very well aware of her breasts against his chest, of his cock against her stomach, of their limbs intertwined, he was mostly concentrating just on the kiss itself, on trying to express, physically through he kiss, all of the love that he felt in his heart for her.

 

[wouldjakoindly]

The way he kissed her made her toes curl into the shag rug, made her fingernails gently dig into his back as she gripped her arms around him and held him close. Every time she breathed her breasts rubbed against his chest, and she could feel his length pulsing against her stomach, it only made the kiss more passionate to her. She kissed him back, and she was not shy - her lips moved eagerly against his, moaning into his mouth.

She felt his love for her in everything he was doing, in everything he had already done. Even when he had shown her the outfit, even when he had pinned her arms with her shirt, even when he had showed her the program on his computer that made a picture of her nude. Perhaps she should have been offended by such actions, put off by them, but she wasn't - surprised, yes, but she knew he was doing it all because he loved her. She knew she could have said no to him right now and he would respect her decision. But she didn't want to say no. She wanted to say yes to him, forever.

Her skin was beginning to heat up, her cheeks blooming a charming rosy red, but she continued kissing him, despite her breathlessness and heat. Her tongue ran against his lips and dipped into his mouth. She couldn't help but moan again, a soft needy sound. Noelle had never had a hard time becoming excited - especially when it came to Oswald - and now was no exception. Actually having him here, on top of her, kissing her, holding her, touching her, ready to claim her - it only fueled her fire, her slit already dripping wet. She had a sudden desire to push him onto his back and ride him - her lips curled upwards into a smile against his as her kisses became harder, more passionate. Perhaps some other time.

 

[tcost]

Oswald had gotten the most important thing across -- she felt, rather than just heard him say, how much he loved her. But there was something else nearly as urgent and only a little less important, and now it was time to address that matter at length and in depth.

Oswald wasn't bad at reading Noelle, and as time went on he would get better still, but he was not a telepath, and absent her expression of a wish to be on top it did not occur to him that she wished to be. And so it was that their first time together would be in the missionary position.

Finally breaking the kiss, he raised himself up on one hand and looked down at Noelle's shining face. He used his other hand to guide himself into her at long last. Somewhat slowly, so that he was for a moment stopped by the barrier that told him that he was indeed her first.

Looking her in the eye, with a gentle smile, be drew back again, and plunged through.

 

[wouldjakoindly]

Noelle held gently onto him as he rose up, her face tinged red with sweet embarrassment, but she kept her eyes on him. She felt nervous, excited - she wanted him badly, but as the moment got closer, she became worried about so many things. But as he smiled at her, she realized it was silly to worry - it wouldn't be the end of the world if things didn't work out, and she knew he loved her, and she loved him.

Her body tensed a bit as he slid into her. She was hot, wet, and exceptionally tight. A soft, pleased hiss of breath left her, though she knew he hadn't even truly entered her yet. He pulled back and she trembled - and then he was inside of her. She felt a slight hint of pressure, a pop - a twinge of pain, but then the pleasure washed over her. Her back arched lightly up off the carpet as she moaned, her toes curling.

"O-oh, Oswald, I... it feels so good," she gasped, already breathless, her hips moving, thrusting lightly. She had never realized how much she had wanted him, how badly her body craved him until just this moment. The pleasure she felt was unbelievable, like nothing else, and she knew she would not be able to hold herself together for long - she already felt her stomach tightening, a trembling and pulsing beginning low.

 

[tcost]

So warm, so moist, so embracing; of course she was as tight as could be, she was a virgin, or she had been until now. For just a moment, Oswald Cobblepot felt sorry for Bruce Wayne.

That thought didn't remain long in his mind, though, there was far too much else for him to think about. Noelle felt like heaven, and the look on her face said that she was having a similarly great experience herself. He had expected her to feel a lot more pain; he had never been with a virgin before, of course.

For a moment he thought that he was about to cum, but it didn't quite happen. He came to rest inside of her for a moment, while she arched her back and gasped at him, even managed to speak.

"You feel incredible," he mustered in reply, his voice sounding thick and halting to his own ears. "You are incredible." Watching her carefully, once more he drew back out, and slid in again. And again, and again.

There was something predatory in his eye as he sped up, thrusting into her repeatedly, gathering speed and adding more force with every stroke, as his expression shifted from shrewd to triumphant.

 

[wouldjakoindly]

"Oh lover." She slid a hand to the back of his neck and drew him down to kiss him just as he started to thrust into her. His moment of rest had made it possible for her to take in a deep breath, to let her stomach uncoil from it's tightening - she would last longer now, though she didn't know how much longer.

He was being gentle, just as he had promised, but she saw the look in his eye - she wondered how hard it was for him to restrain himself. She stroked her soft fingers down his cheek, felt him starting to go a little harder, a little faster, a little bit at a time. His expression made her stomach tighten pleasantly - there was something in it, something of the dark pervert she had yet to see fully, that excited her.

Noelle wasn't able to last long. She had been waiting for this moment a long time, had tossed and turned in bed through long lonely nights thinking about it, dreaming about it. Her back arched up again, her hips thrust lightly, one hand dug into the carpet and the other pricked his back with her nails. Her surprised gasp turned into a heated moan, tears of relief sliding from underneath her closed eyelids to run down her cheeks as her insides clenched and tightened around him, over and over and over.

One down - and she could feel him already working her up to another one, her toes curling at the idea of another orgasm so quick after the first. She gently wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes slightly glazed and her plush lips open in a little smile as all she could say was a breathless repeat, a bit more drawn out - "Oooh, lover."

 

[tcost]

It was not an easy thing for Oswald to restrain himself. There was a constant temptation to simply let everything rip and plow into Noelle with the maximum possible force and speed. Instead he continued to gradually build up each, slowly, letting her come with him in more than one sense of the term.

It was even more difficult for him to forebear to let himself cum with her. He was at all points very close to his own orgasm, and this affected all sorts of things from his posture to the angle of his stroke, restricting the extent of his contact with her even within the incredibly tight confines of her virgin body. It was where along his length he pushed against her interior that made the greatest difference here -- but it was also true, he realized, that these tricks could only enable him to hold out for so much longer.

It gave him a deep satisfaction that he was clearly doing this right for her. The expressions that passed over her lovely face, the way she moved her hands and the rest of her body, the way that she opened up the skin on his back at least once, it all told him that while what he was doing might not be perfect, might not be ideal, it was in fact enough to make this a good experience for Noelle on her first time. She deserved that, and Oswald had been worried a good bit about whether or not his skill level was really enough to accomplish it for her.

"Yes, lover," he fairly sang back to her, surprised that his own voice did not sound more gutteral. "You are mine, now and forever," he promised her, as binding to him as any marriage vow could have been. He wished it could be eternal, and a little songbird of hope told him that maybe it could be, that this woman of all women might love him for himself and stand by him even once she truly knew him for what he was.

 

[wouldjakoindly]

Noelle felt a thrill rush through her body when he said she was his. Yes, she was, she agreed silently - more importantly, something else rushed through her body. Her first peak had just ended, her afterglow short-lived - again her body arched, trembled against his, again she let out a heated moan. This one swept up, higher-pitched, hotter - it was like she was singing for him.

And even now, her body didn't relax entirely, her hips twitched, she could feel herself pulsing around him. She could feel him throb within her, and her mind focused on that feeling, her pulsing, him throbbing, like two heartbeats joined. She gasped, cried out softly - and just like that, she was cumming again, tightening around him for a third time. Relief flooded her body like a tidal wave, and she laughed, a happy little moaning giggle, breathless and sweet. She nuzzled her cheek up against his, breathing softly into his ear.

"Yours... all yours, darling... o-oh..." She trembled under him again, her head falling backwards. "I... I'm going to... a-again...!"

 

[tcost]

Oswald had always thought that only in stories did two lovers cum at the same time. Well -- maybe once in a while. But Noelle was cumming so much and so often that it really was probably going to happen for the two of them this afternoon.

He couldn't see her face in this position, with her face nestled next to his, so he went ahead and closed his eyes, squeezing them shut. He didn't think that he could really go much faster than he was already now, so he just kept at it as he had been doing -- it was doing the right things for his lover, after all.

His heart was pounding, his temples were throbbing, he could feel the drive of it even in his eyes, so tightly closed. His fingers dug against the sheeting to grasp at the mattress below. A groan from deep inside forced itself up through his throat, and he kept fucking Noelle as hard as he could as he came.

 

[wouldjakoindly]

Noelle was glad there was no one else in the house besides the two of them. Someone would have heard her - she was not quiet, she could not stop herself from letting out the loud gasping moans and howls of pleasure that forced their way out of her mouth. He was going faster, and faster, and faster - there was a little hint of pain, her virgin body was unused to this roughness, but she was far from caring. Besides, the pleasure was so great.

And then she heard him groan, and she groaned with him - she felt it, felt him emptying into her, boiling hot and sticky. Once more her insides gripped him, once more she bucked underneath him. He was still thrusting - pumping his cum deeper inside of her. She realized - in a gray haze - that she could get pregnant today. She didn't mind so much.

Her arms were weak and trembling as she wrapped them loosely about him, laying back as she tried to relax, to catch her breath. She felt drunk, stupid - she was having a hard time thinking coherently. Some locks of her hair were slightly matted against her forehead by sweat. Her entire body was flushed.

Finally, she found words, cooing them softly. "My wonderful Oswald... mmm..." She smiled, happy and teasing and a little tired. "My sweet darling Ozzy." She had never called him that, wondered if anyone ever had - perhaps he didn't like it? But she said it sweetly.

 

[tcost]

Ozzy. The kids at school had called him that, to diminish him, to make fun of him. He had hated that nickname with every fiber of his being.. until now. Suddenly, it became an endearment, a special name between the two of them. Noelle was making the whole world a better place for him in ways she could never even have imagined she might have done.

He grew so much smaller that he could not help but slip out of her. He would rather have stayed there forever, as impractical as the idea might be. Certainly for longer than this. But Noelle was still in his arms, and that was what really mattered.

"Noelle," he answered back. "I was ungentle, I fear." It was an apology. At the time, it had seemed like something she could manage, maybe even something she liked, but he had been thinking with his gonads, he knew now. He had broken his promise to her.

 

[wouldjakoindly]

Her eyes had closed, but she was not asleep - she had raised one hand up to stroke over his hair as they lay there, curled together. She could have stayed like this forever, would have gladly let the world pass by if she could just hold onto him like this.

When she heard his apology, she opened her eyes and looked at him. It was not a reproachful look. Yes, he had been a bit rough, and taking stock of how her body felt right now, she realized that if he had wanted to go a second round, she would have had to disappoint him - she felt a little sore, and very sensitive, too sensitive. She could have lied to him, told him he had done nothing wrong. Well, he hadn't done anything wrong, but she knew he would see through her lies - he always had, a trick he shared with Bruce - so she told him the truth.

"Yes, a bit ungentle... but that's alright." She kissed him, soft, sweet. "I rather liked it..." A smile lit up her slightly red face. "Should I start on the Elder Edda in iambic pentameter now? Perhaps ending world hunger?"

 

[tcost]

"On further reflection," Oswald returned, in the same gentle tone of voice that Noelle had used with him, "it occurs to me that the Elder Edda is already poetical. It's the Prose Edda which really ought to be set to verse, don't you think? As for world hunger, yes, let's deal with that first. Let's start small, though, with just you and me for lunch. What do you say?"

He touched her hair with his fingertips himself before sitting up and craning his neck around, producing a few pops from the muscles there. His eyes were shining. "After all, it's fitting for us to start our new lives together with something routine and mundane. Except that there will be nothing ordinary about today at all."

 

[wouldjakoindly]

Noelle sat up as well, stretching her arms and legs. "Good, there's no way I could translate and poeticize an entire Icelandic manuscript on an empty stomach!" She lightly touched her stomach, suddenly thrilling at the idea that it might not be "empty" for very much longer - that it could be starting to fill up with something other than food. She blushed at the idea.

"What would you like darling? I'm a pretty accomplished cook, if I do say so myself... I could even do it naked if you like. Or wearing that nasty little costume you thought up... whatever Master would like," she purred the last words, unable to help teasing him. Wrapping her arms around him, she drew him in for a kiss and then stood, holding her hand out to help him up if he needed a hand.

"Today has been far from ordinary, love." Her eyes narrowed curiously, a bit cautiously, but mostly in playful suspicion. "Do you have something else on your mind, Ozzy?"

 

[tcost]

"I suppose that not everyone would look at it this way," Oswald responded, accepting the hand up and getting to his feet lightly enough. "But I think that it would be kind of romantic if we both remained naked. Unless you'd be chilly. It's not as warm downstairs as it is up here, and this can be a drafty old place. Though the kitchen is the warmest room downstairs."

Once again, he took her in his arms. He just couldn't get enough of that. "For food, take a look at what we have downstairs in the pantry and cook whatever you like, so long as it doesn't take too very long. Show off if you feel like it, or just make something quick and tasty. I care more, frankly, about just eating something you've made for me than I do about what flavor it might be."

He was so deleriously happy that he could cry.

 

[wouldjakoindly]

"Naked I shall remain then. Besides, cooking is warm work." She wrapped her arms around him, loving to hold and be held by him. She leaned in close, nuzzling her cheek to his, listening to him talk, breathing softly against his ear. She felt like she was dreaming, but she hoped she wasn't. If she was, she didn't want anyone to wake her up.

"Alright, I'll go see what you've got, Ozzy dearest." Kissing him, she drew away from him - just so she could walk, but she took his hand, squeezing it in hers, giving him a warm, loving look before starting out of the room and back down the stairs. It was colder - she felt her flesh erupt in goosepimples and her nipples perk up, but she ignored that. She'd be hot, or at least warm, once she got done cooking.

She took stock of what he had, and once she had decided on what she was going to cook, she began to pull out ingredients. She thought something nice, simple and greasy would do the both of them good - why not? - and a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich wouldn't take very long to whip up at all. Having gotten her bearings in the strange kitchen, she seemed in her element - starting the stove, getting the tomatoes sliced, frying the bacon, toasting the bread. She hummed as she moved around the kitchen, smiling to herself, getting acquainted with the room while she cooked.

 

[tcost]

Oswald smiled when Noelle took the initiative and took his hand before he took hers. The joy in his heart translated to his face as they descended the stairs.

It really was cold down here, especially without any clothes on. He had to chuckle a little at himself for his folly -- but he was also glad that he'd made that choice. He was pretty sure by now that Noelle knew how sexy he thought she was, but he wanted to underline that for her all the same.

Taking a seat at the old maplewood kitchen table, he watched her find her way about the room. He felt a little bit like he was drifting in space about six feet off of the ground, he was giddy with his happiness and his love for Noelle.

He'd seen the bills for his mother's final illness, for the desperate treatment's he'd authorized even though their insurance refused to cover them. He knew that a lot of the savings he would have inherited would be going away. Nonetheless, he was far from penniless, and he decided that a bit of generosity was in order.

"This was pretty much the kitchen that my mother inherited when she married my father," he told Noelle. "It's far from modern. You're going to be spending a lot of time here. Start thinking about how you'll want it remodeled to suit you."

 

[wouldjakoindly]

While she hadn't found out exactly where everything was in the kitchen, she was now getting around like it wasn't her first time in the room, rather like she had been cooking for a few weeks. She had found out early on that kitchens weren't all that different from each other, and this one was no different.

Bumping the silverware drawer closed with her hip, she finished frying the bacon and began to make the sandwiches, layering the ingredients onto the toast. Maybe it was a little too normal than what Oswald usually ate, but that was the fun part. While she had the means to make almost any thing someone could ask for, there was something rejuvenating in something simple. She brought the plates over, scooting her chair closer to his. She wanted to be near him.

"Spending a lot of time in here, hm? Barefoot and pregnant, I bet..." She leaned in, kissing his neck and ear gently. "Darling, I don't want you spending a lot of money on a kitchen. I think it's nice, I can get around it just fine, modern or not..."