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His Name

Ed and IS-A-BELL-A hit a rough patch after Ed accidentally says Oswald's name during an, *ahem* session, leading Ed to reevaluate his feelings towards his boss.

Ed POV

I sit in my car, still shaking my head and cursing myself for my imbecilic freudian slip of the tongue a few minutes ago whilst I was in bed with my beautiful, sexy, gorgeous girlfriend Isabella. I don't even want to think about it anymore, so I turn on my car and start driving home. I turn on the radio, the jazzy, bluesy opening chords of Amy Winehouse's Wake up alone playing. I shake my head, trying to erase the memory of him popping into my head at the most devastatingly, terribly inappropriate time.
The song's chorus hits, ripping me from my thoughts.

His face in my dreams, seizing my guts, he floods me with dread, soaked in soul, he swims in my eyes by the bed, pour myself over him, moon spilling in, then I wake up alone...

Crud. I'm thinking about Oswald again. Will get just get out of my head already?! I mean, he is clever. And sometimes in the morning when his hair's a mess and he has yet to apply his makeup, he looks kinda adorable. And his limp and pointy little beak-like nose make him look like a little baby bird. And he's always wearing those smoking suits that just look ah-mayzing. And whenever I'm around, his eyes seem to light up like christmas lights, really bringing out that beautiful blue undertone to his green eyes.

Holy cow...do I have... feelings for my boss? My best friend in the whole world? Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot?

Perhaps...

I finally arrive at the mansion, parking my car outside and walking up to the front door. I walk inside and lean against the wall to the left of the door, sighing deeply in exhaustion.

"Ed, is that you?" Oswald says warmly, hobbling around the corner. I look up and come face-to-face with the last person I should be seeing right now.

"Is something wrong? You like kinda funky..." He says quietly, looking me up and down.

"It's not important." I say quietly, avoiding eye contact.

"Ed, you're my friend. I'm worried about you." He says warmly, looking at me with concern and worry.

"I was with Isabella...in bed. I said the wrong name." I say quietly, humiliated and embarrassed. I bury my head in my hands, guilt-ridden and exhausted.

"Whose name?" He asks, a strange edge to his voice.

"Yours." I reluctantly mumble, wanting the earth to just swallow me up whole right now.

"What?" He says in shock, chuckling nervously. I look up at him, now finally seeing what it was that made him pop in my head at the most tragically inopportune moment. I love him.

"Yes. I was with her, but...I couldn't get you out of my mind. Recently, I've been going through a sort of...change." I say quietly, giving a nod to when I nursed him back to health at my apartment. "What kind of change, you ask?"

"Again, I didn't--" he starts.

"I've grown attracted to you, Oswald. I can't explain it, but...I wanted you without even realizing it. You made me whole, and I didn't even realize I was missing something in my life. But I always knew there was this...void inside me. First, I thought my work could fill it. Then I thought Kristen could, then I thought murdering people could. Isabella certainly couldn't fill it, not even close. Because you swooped in and filled it without me even realizing. I didn't need a cool job, or a beautiful, intelligent woman, or a homicidal hobby. I needed a friend. Someone I could rely on, someone I could trust to have my back...and my heart. I guess what I'm trying to say is...I love you." I say quietly, staring at him. He gapes at me in shock, at a loss for words. I move away from the wall, standing in front of him. Shit, he doesn't feel the same way...I know it.

"Look, I'm sorry. I understand if you don't feel the same way, we can just forget this happened. Our friendship is enough for me--" I'm cut off by him launching himself at me, wrapping his arms around me tight as if I'm going to disappear.

"I love you, too." He blubbers out, sobbing hysterically in tears of pure joy and shock. I wrap my arms around him, stroking his back.

"I'm very relieved. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm exhausted. I'm gonna go to bed." I say warmly, backing away from the hug and heading towards the stairs.

"Wait." He says quietly, grabbing my arm. I turn around and look at him, curious and concerned.

"Why don't we sleep in my room tonight?" He manages to say, blushing madly.

"I'd like that very much... Mr Mayor." I say huskily, leaning in and kissing him passionately.

There's one more void to fill tonight...

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