It's my 8 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
As it's my 8 year tumblr anniversary, here is a chapter from my ao3 work in progress Oswald Takes the Bullet and Jim Bites it. Hope you like it.
A Uniform Decision
Oswald arrived back at the apartment feeling weary and a tad shaken, but relieved to be home and really looking forward to seeing his fiance again.
“Jim!” he called. “Jim, dear! I’m home!”
He received no answer, but scented the appetising smell of goulash wafting through from the kitchen.
“Mmmm, things are definitely looking up!” he thought.
Whenever Jim made the effort to cook up a goulash he knew he was in for an especially amazing evening.
He took off his coat and jacket and hung them on the coat stand in the hallway. He unknotted and took off his tie and unfastened the top two buttons of his wing collar. Now he could start to breathe again.
He hobbled into the kitchen and found the goulash simmering away merrily in the slow-cooker. Jim had set it on a low heat to keep it warm.
Oswald picked up the oven mitt and lifted the lid on the pot. The smells coming from the fragrant steam and the sight of the generous pieces of meat and vegetables bubbling around in the rich red wine sauce made his mouth water and his heart feel much lighter. Jim really was spoiling him tonight! And he needed that so much….
He replaced the lid and then he became aware of Jim’s presence behind him. His man was very light on his feet but Oswald could always detect that he was there by the smell of the cologne his fiance habitually used. He turned round to find Jim standing there looking at him with a mischievous expression and a twinkle in his eyes.
“Jim! Am I glad to see you….” he exclaimed excitedly, then stopped mid-sentence and stood open-mouthed with astonishment as he saw what his favourite police detective was wearing.
“Oh….Jim….” He looked him over fleetingly - and then checked him out again - a lot more slowly and closely….
Jim had put on his old cop’s uniform. This was a very unexpected turn of events, and a very welcome one too….
“Surprise! Do you like it?” Jim gave Oswald a boyish smile. “I mean - ahem…”
Jim stood back, put his hands on his hips and gave Oswald a look of mock severity.
“Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, you have the right to remain….”
He paused for a second for dramatic effect.
“....sexy!” he completed, with a wink and a great big dazzling smile. He fingered the handcuffs suspended from his utility belt and jiggled them suggestively.
“Do I like it? I Iove it - of course. You’re wearing it! Oh, Jim - you look so….well, cute in that uniform! And I love that you read me my rights as well. That was a very good touch and I like the way you adapted it just for me!” Oswald’s eyes sparkled with joy and his dimples grew.
“Glad you liked that part. I thought it was more appropriate for you than the official version.” Jim grinned. “And….do you really like to see me wearing this uniform, Ozzy?”
“How could I not? That colour really sets off your eyes. And the way it fits you….it’s very...erm….cosy....almost like a second skin!” He looked over Jim admiringly again to emphasise his point. ”And, speaking of ‘skin’, Jim dear - I notice that you have had
a shave since we parted this morning.”
“Yeah, I have - do you mind, sweetheart?”
“No, not at all! Anyway, it does go better with the uniform - which as I just said, looks very fetching on you!”
Jim bit his lip, furrowed his brow and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Oswald was right - he had felt that this outfit called for a clean shaven face. Besides, in spite of Oswald’s liking for his bounty hunter persona, Jim knew that he had been giving his little lover some terrible friction burn in some pretty sensitive places whenever they got ‘up close and personal’ - which, of course, happened very frequently….
“Well, I’m glad you like me in this, Oz,” he smiled gratefully. “Barbara told me the uniform looked silly. She was glad to see the back of it.”
“Whereas I am glad to see you back IN it - get it?!” Oswald quipped, grinning impishly. Jim groaned.
“And by the way, Jim dear - Barbara was, is, and always will be - an idiot!” Oswald continued indignantly. “You look so handsome in it. Very - erm - ARRESTING, in fact!”
“Oh - ha ha, I see - ‘arresting’. Very funny, Oz.” Jim rolled his eyes and grimaced good humouredly.
“Sorry - couldn’t resist that one!” Oswald shrugged.
“But James, please promise me you’ll only ever put that uniform on for me - in private - and for no-one else?”
Jim straightened up and stuck out his manly chest, soldier-style. “Yes, Mr Cobblepot, sir. I promise.”
“Good.”
Oswald sighed contentedly. His hands slid down to Jim’s chest, feeling and searching for the beat of his heart. “Ah, there it goes!” he thought, reassured and comforted to find Jim’s life signs drumming beneath his fingers. He delighted in the sensation of steady pounding against his fingers, and then the feel of his man’s quickening pulse as Jim’s body responded to his touch.
“It’s so good to be home!” he sighed. He screwed up his face for a moment, then relaxed it again. “I’ve had a pig of a day, Jim!”
“Hey - d’you want to talk about it….?” Jim stroked Oswald’s jaw tenderly. His deep blue eyes studied his man’s face closely and anxiously.
“No. No, I’d rather not just yet, Jim. I will tell you about it later. For now I’d rather just unwind….and play with you.” Oswald placed his hands back onto Jim’s shoulders and his eyes and dimples grew large with anticipation.
“Mmmm, that sounds good to me! I’d just love to play with you, Cobblepot.” Jim winked suggestively. “But remember to tell me about what happened today - ok?” he said more solemnly.
“Yes, James - of course!” Oswald nodded emphatically. “Just….just kiss me, Jim. Please.”
“With pleasure.” Jim took Oswald’s head in his hands. Their lips came together and moved in unison as they slowly savoured every second of the experience.
Oswald’s hands swept over Jim’s uniformed body as they kissed. He relished every moment spent touching him, feeling the stiff texture of the navy material of the uniform that clung so closely to his man’s strong, lean body. It was a very sexy, snug fit - but Oswald couldn’t help wondering if Jim felt more than a tad uncomfortable in it.
He wondered if it was anywhere near as unpleasantly confining as his own starched shirts, stiff wing collars and tight waistcoats - his personal battle dress. Jim said he loved to see him in his full regalia and it was good to know that someone appreciated the effort he went to to make himself look as smart and sophisticated as possible - but his formal suits were hardly the most agreeable of apparel to wear.
They must both get out of their constraining garments as soon as possible - so that they could get down to the really important business of their day!
His hands moved down to Jim’s hips and found their way to the holster slung around them. He placed his hand lightly on the top of the holster and fingered the handle of the gun protruding from it.
Jim stopped kissing him, grasped his hand and gently prised it away.
“Be careful, Cobblepot. That’s likely to go off without any warning!” He raised his eyebrow meaningfully.
“Ooh! Is it?” Oswald’s smile stretched wide again. His hand felt for and found the handcuffs on the other side of Jim’s belt.
“So then - are you going arrest me for misbehaving, Detective Gordon?” Oswald raised his own eyebrow suggestively and hopefully.
“Well, yeah - of course, that goes without saying! You are such a bad boy, Cobblepot!”
Oswald chuckled excitedly.
Jim cleared his throat, stood up straight and addressed his little mischief-maker sternly.
“Right, Cobblepot, you have to come with me - I’m taking you in for interrogation.…” Jim fake-frowned and slipped the handcuff onto and clicked it around Oswald’s wrist.
Oswald’s eyes opened wide with delight. Jim stared back at him lustfully. “Let’s go, Cobblepot,” he growled, then led his tethered, giggling little Ozzy off to bed.
They were both very grateful for that slow cooker. It could keep their dinner hot for a very long time….while they warmed up one another….
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