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Show me your scars- Reposted

Oswald POV

Ed kisses me passionately, fisting his fingers in my hair. I moan desperately, desire coursing through my veins.
"Let's continue this in the bedroom...." Ed gasps against my lips.
"Oh, hell yes, Edward..." I pant.
He clasps my hand, leading me up the stairs to my bedroom.
Once I get him inside I yank his tie off in frustration, impatient.

I want him... Now!

I pull off his suit jacket rather clumsily. He pushes me to the bed, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. I squirm impatiently underneath him. Oh, come on! I need him. Finally he takes off my shirt and pants, leaving my briefs in place for the moment. I groan in longing, flipping him over and setting to work quickly taking off his clothes. But I only get as far as his dress shirt and he stops me.
"I -- I want my undershirt left on." He gasps.
"But I -- I wanted to feel all of you..." I pant feebly.
He looks at me for a few moments, then relents, letting me take off his shirt. I gasp as I'm met with the sight of his torso. I stare in horror at the small belt buckle sized scars marring his beautiful flesh. And a small cluster of round white scars on his chest, directly over his sternum. I almost want to cry, thinking about the fact that someone hurt my Edward, someone hurt my Edward....

He just sits there motionless, staring at me.
"They don't hurt." He says sadly, looking at my shocked and concerned expression.

Tentatively he takes my hand, lifting it and placing it on his chest over the cluster of scars.
I gasp lightly, partly from the feeling of his skin under my fingers and partly from worrying that I'm hurting him.

"I don't want to hurt you..." I say weakly, staring into his stunning brown eyes.

"You're not. You can never truly hurt me. Not like he did. Not....not like my father did." He says quietly, his voice small and trembling. I just sit there in shock, unable to process this bit of information.

"He drank beer, and I'm pretty sure he shot up heroin... But I definitely know he smoked cheap cigarettes. One after another, and he could never find an ashtray..."

Ed's words leave me speechless.

"Oh, Edward..." I say shakily as I pull him close to me, hugging him.
His reaction is immediate. He hugs back hard, sobbing quietly.
I shift him so that were laying side by side. I clasp him tight, comforting him the best I can.

"He called me worthless and ugly and pathetic and stupid... And sometimes he's still right." Ed whispers shakily.

I pull his face up to meet mine, his eyes full of tears.

And I smile.

"Ed, you are so perfect. You are beautiful and priceless and amazing and I love you. I love you Edward Nygma. Don't you ever forget that." I say warmly, staring into those chocolatey orbs.

He stares at me disbelieving, then he smiles slowly.

At me.

"I love you too, Oswald."

"I'll never leave you, my precious Edward..."

"I know."

And with that I kiss him once more, gently. He places his hands on my head, cradling my face.

"I love you so much, Ozzie..." He sniffles.

"I love you too Eddie..."

I just keep staring into his beautiful eyes, unable to believe that anyone could possibly hate him. He's just so amazing. I love him with everything in me....

"Edward Nygma, can you please sleep here tonight?" I whisper softly in his ear.

"Of course Oswald Cobblepot..."

Man, I fucking love him...

~Loveislove~

This is for you, Ozzie....

I'll always love you....