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Oswald looked up as the doors of the club were thrown open, and in flew a flurry of skirts and flowing hair; a beautiful creature running right passed him without saying a word, despite the fact that he had called out her name. That alone causing him concern, never mind the sound of crying that had followed her. Oswald quickly rising from the well upholstered booth and grabbing for his cane, before going after his angel.

"(Y/n)...........?" He called out, as he made his way through the club. Anger growing inside him as he heard the sound of her continued tears. Oswald promising that if anyone had hurt her, they would pay dearly; for no one hurt his darling (Y/n). No one hurt what was his and got away with it. No one made his seraph cry. Oswald stopping as he got to a door, his hand hesitating as he saw it was the entrance to the lady's powder room; but given that the club was closed and it was obvious that his darling needed comfort, he pushed open the door.

"(Y/n)..........?" Oswald's head just poking into the room. The sound of more tears urging him to be bold. He straightening out his long jacket, before stepping through the ingress.

"My angel.....what is the matter.........?" The son of Gertrud Kapelput, limping slowly towards one of the cubicles and knocking gently.

"Ozzy......just.......just give me a few moments....please........." Came a reply, the voice so soft, so timid......so full of hurt; and it was the hurt that fuelled his anger. The grip on the ferrule of his cane getting tighter. He imagining that it was his hand around the throat of the person that had done this to her.

When she had left him that morning, she had been so happy; so full of life. The audition that she was going to, offering a chance to do big things, to prove herself, and perhaps achieve some fame, bringing her so much joy that Oswald had not wanted to tell her that he would rather she didn't go. That she had job for life singing in any club that she wished; that in truth, he hated the notion that it might take her away from him. He instead doing his best to smile, as she had kissed him passionately, before heading out of the door. But now......now his darling was unhappy, and that just would not do.

"My sweet dove......why are you in tears.......you know you can tell your little Ozzy anything..........If someone has hurt you, I will............."

"I didn't get the job, Ozzy........."

"What............?"

"The audition.......I had barely opened my mouth before they had called for the next singer.........what's wrong with me, Ozzy. Is my voice that bad......am I that ugly..........?" Oswald placing his hand on the cubicle door as she finished her teary explanation.

"You, my sweet, have the voice that would shame a choir of angels. And your beauty..........your beauty could outshine that of Aphrodite herself. And as for Helen and her thousand ships.....well she is nothing compared to the exquisite creature that I am fortunate enough to be loved by. Those fools know nothing, the job was not good enough for you. It is not your loss, but theirs........" Oswald told her. A smile coming to his lips as the door to the cubicle began to open.

"You......you mean that...........?"

"Every word, my darling angel." Oswald replied, reaching out his hand and placing it on her cheek, brushing away the tears with his thumb.

"Now, why don't we go somewhere a little more salubrious, and I can do my best to cheer you up. Show you just how beautiful....how perfect you truly are......" (Y/n) nodding before taking his arm and allowing her wonderful Ozzy to lead her out of the room.

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"There, isn't that better........?" Oswald leading her to the large sofa in his private room and having her sit. The once umbrella boy of Fish Mooney carefully moving some of her hair away from her face as he took a seat next to her.

"Now......would you like your Ozzy to make you feel better......?" A heated blush coming to her cheeks, as he inched ever closer. They both knowing exactly what he meant. That he had the most wonderful way possible of making her feel better and reminding her just how much he loved her.

"I would like that very much........" Oswald slowly pushing her back, before he leant over her, his lips finding her neck. All thoughts of the audition, gone, as he whispered sweet nothings while his hand slowly made its way up her leg. His fingers running around the inside of the top of her stocking, before moving to caress her silken underwear. (Y/n) gasping as his lips moved to the top of her breasts. Her hand gripping onto the back of the sofa, when her lover pushed his fingers under the silk and began to touch her; began to caress her already slick, soft folds. (Y/n)'s hips bucking upwards, inviting him to enter her.

"My sweet angel......always so needy for my touch; to feel me inside her. But have patience my love, we have all night. And I intend to make you feel better than you have ever felt before....." Oswald told her with a chuckle. The smile on his face getting broader when he inched one of his fingers inside her and her head fell backwards. His finger quickly followed by a second, causing (Y/n) to moan again as they curled up inside her, finding that spot that only her darling Ozzy could find. He continuing to kiss her, to stimulate her until she came undone and called out his name. Breath heavy, as clothes were removed with all haste, so that bodies could finally touch. His cock replacing his fingers, so that he could continue to pleasure her. Oswald smiling once again, as his beloved took him like the good girl she was. The good girl that she always was for him. He determined that by the time he was done, she would never think about that audition again. And that they would both feel so much better.