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Disclaimer: I do not own anything/anyone from Boardwalk Empire. I am making no money from this story. I do not know any of the people involved. This is a work of fiction.

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The first floor sitting room. Gillian lit a cigarette and sat down on the couch, looking at her daughter, who stood by the fireplace. Melody had just offered to pay for the club’s plumbing, but what she wanted in exchange puzzled her mother.

“Why do you care what Mr. Harrow does around here?” Gillian inquired, inhaling from her cigarette.

“Does it matter?” Melody retorted.

Gillian lifted her left eyebrow at her daughter. “You tell me. He wasn’t in his bedroom this morning when Tommy went looking for him”

Oh, how Melody hated this game of cat and mouse with her mother… and yet she was used to it. The funny thing was that she had learned how to handle her mother from Jimmy. “Yes, well… that’s between me and Mr. Harrow now, isn’t it?”

“Melody, dear, you know that I try to stay out of my children’s business… I just hope that you know what you’re doing. He’s a wounded man in more ways than one”

Melody bristled but kept it to herself. “Is it a deal?” she asked, smiling.

Gillian thought for a moment: she didn’t like the idea of her daughter being involved with Harrow, not in the least. As far as she was concerned, Melody should have been out looking for a nice young man with some money. Melody was attractive enough to catch herself a man of means… hadn’t she taught this young woman anything? “It’s a deal… Really, though, Melody, wouldn’t you rather hitch your cart to another star?”

She hid her frustration beautifully, so that her mother wasn’t even aware that it existed. “We’re going to take Tommy to the boardwalk”

Gillian sighed. “All right, dear, have fun… Oh, and I’ll need a check for eight hundred dollars as soon as possible”

“Of course” Melody replied, smiling.

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Melody stood next to Richard at the carousel, the two of them watching as Tommy rode upon a white horse. She was holding Tommy’s cotton candy and smiling.

“He’s like a little Jimmy” she mused, leaning close to Richard.

“Mmm” Richard agreed. “He has… his father’s eyes”

Melody turned her head towards her lover: it was quite an astute assessment. “It’s interesting what you notice”

He met her gaze, cocking his head in question.

She broke off a piece of cotton candy and ate it slowly, letting the sugar melt on her tongue. She offered a bit to Richard, but he shook his head no. Oh god, she had forgotten that he didn’t like to eat in public… Melody spoke quickly to cover her faux pas. “Angela used to like to take Tommy to the beach… I think that’s where she met that girl, the one who died with her”

Richard had never really discussed what happened to Angela with Jimmy, and he wasn’t quite ready to do so with Melody, either. Angela had been good to him, had been his friend, and he could remember visiting the room in which she died and seeing all of the blood… Manny Horvitz had done that to Angela while trying to get at Jimmy. “A boy… shouldn’t lose… his mother” was all that Richard could say, turning his gaze back to Tommy.

Melody felt bad: she had been trying to strike up a conversation, but apparently she had hit upon a tender spot. Well, she would try again… “Where are you from?”

“Wisconsin” he answered flatly. “A farm…”

“That’s right” Melody replied, nodding. “You have a sister, don’t you?”

“Emma”

“That’s a pretty name. Are you close to her like I was with Jimmy?”

Richard shrugged. “We were… close. Then I… went away… in the Army”

His words tore at Melody: when Jimmy had joined the Army, he had stopped communicating with everyone. It was as if he disappeared. Melody had worried about him, wondered where he was and what he was doing… Sighing, she ate another piece of cotton candy as the carousel began to slow down.

Tommy came off of the apparatus and walked up to Richard and Melody.

“So” Melody chirped, trying to perk up for Tommy’s sake as she bent down to her nephew’s height, “What next?”

“I want to go to the shooting gallery” Tommy responded happily.

“Okay” Melody answered, taking Tommy’s hand.

As the three of them wandered over to the shooting gallery, Tommy also grabbed Richard’s hand. From afar, they looked like a family… the thought didn’t escape Melody. At the shooting gallery Tommy stood on a box so that he could reach the targets. The little rifle in his hands made her think of Jimmy: she nearly started crying. This time, it was Richard who took over, showing Tommy how to hold the item and squeeze off a shot. In general, the little boy failed miserably, but he did hit one of the wooden targets, earning himself a prize.

“Richard, you shoot” Tommy pleaded, handing his rifle over. “You’re good… you can win Aunt Melody a stuffed animal”

“Alright” Richard replied.

Melody watched as Richard took hold of the rifle and aimed… it was as if something came over him. They were just wooden targets, ducks and circles, but as he fired, Melody felt two very separate emotions swamp her: sadness and awe. Richard was a sharpshooter in the war, she knew that, but it didn’t change the fact that she was amazed by his ability. He hit every target dead on, hardly even having to square himself up as he did so.

Finished, Richard handed the rifle back to the proprietor.

“What do you want, buddy?” the man asked.

“Teddy bear” Richard replied.

“One teddy bear for the lady…”

Melody accepted the stuffed animal as it was handed to her, looking at Richard. Something passed between the two of them… “Thank you” she breathed, smiling at her lover.

“Mmm” Richard answered.

She found herself hugging the little bear in her arms, and for a moment, she almost forgot about Tommy… all that she could think about was Richard sitting in a blind over there, waiting to take his shot.

“Aunt Melody, I’m hungry” Tommy piped up, grasping her left hand.

Melody shook her head gently to clear it of her thoughts. “Are you now? You haven’t even finished your cotton candy”

“I want a hot dog”

“Okay… but we’re going to go home after you eat it. You have a bit of homework to do before dinner”

“Aw… okay…”

Smiling, Melody took Tommy’s hand once more and led him over to the nearest hotdog cart.

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She was sitting at her vanity brushing her hair when there was a knock at her bedroom door. “Yes?” she queried.

Richard opened the door and stood there, looking at her.

“Come in, please” Melody entreated, standing up. “Lock the door behind you”

He did as she asked, stepping into her room. She was wearing a sheer white silken robe and nightgown: she looked so gorgeous that she made his heart skip a beat. “You told me… to come see you… when I had… put Tommy to bed…”

Melody nodded. “I wanted to see you. I get lonely”

“Mmm” he agreed. Normally he would be in his room at night, perusing his scrapbook and lamenting. Instead, here he was in her room, his mind already drifting to the ways that he wanted to touch her. Richard found himself wanting to see her naked, wanting to kiss her voluptuous breasts.

She could see the desire spread over his features, and it humbled her. She wanted him to want her… Melody moved closer to him, placing her hands on his chest. “I want you” she whispered, leaning up on her tiptoes and kissing him softly.

“Melody, I…”

“Yes?” she queried, pressing a kiss to his throat.

“I want… you too” Richard confessed, placing his hands on her shoulders.

“Undress me” Melody pleaded, taking hold of his hands and bringing them to her waist.

Richard undid the cinch on her robe and pushed the silken item from her frame, gazing down at her body. Oh, but the nightgown accentuated her curves and clung to them. Her breasts, so full, moved as she breathed, and he could see that her nipples were hard. He couldn’t help himself: he pulled her into his arms and kissed her left nipple through the silk of her gown.

Melody mewed in the back of her throat, digging her hands into his hair. “Richard…”

He slid his right hand down between her legs, hitching up the hem of her nightgown and cupping her pussy: she jumped in his arms, which only served to drive his desire higher.

She was surprised by his aggressiveness, but she liked it, and she returned it in kind, touching his cock through the fabric of his pants.

“Mmm, Melody…” Richard moaned. He pushed his hips forward for more contact.

“Let me undress you” she pleaded.

“Yes…”

He had come to her wearing only his white undershirt on top, so she started with that, carefully bringing it over his head so that she wouldn’t take his mask off: she thought it better to let him remove it on his own, if he wanted to. Kneeling before him, she undid the laces on his boots, left then right, removing them in kind along with his socks. Melody reached up to his waist, gazing up at his face as she undid his fly… oh, god, but he was returning her gaze, watching her eagerly, and it sent a flash of heat through her body. She brought his pants down and then grasped the waistband of his boxers…

His cock sprang free as she brought the white fabric down. She sighed to see him again, and he was so close to her face that she couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to his organ.

Richard nearly lost himself on the spot: the beautiful thing was worshipping him, and it felt so good. He watched as she held him in her little hand and stroked him a few times, kissing his cockhead. “Melody…”

She stood back up as he took hold of her shoulders and pulled her upward, never taking her gaze from his.

“Lie down… on the bed…” he requested softly.

Melody did as he asked, scooting across the mattress and waiting for him. As she regarded him, he went over to the left nightstand and slowly took off his mask. He paused for a moment, looking down at the appliance in his hands.

“You don’t need it” Melody stated softly.

“I… know. I just wish… I didn’t need it… at all…”

Her heart broke for him and she nearly wept: he had never been quite so forthright with her before. “Richard… come to bed” she implored, opening her arms to him.

He placed the mask on the nightstand and climbed into bed with her, pausing when his body was propped over hers. “Your… nightgown…”

“Do you want me to take it off?”

Richard shook his head. “Just untie… the straps…”

She obeyed, undoing the silk where it was tied upon her shoulders. The second that she was done, he pushed the fabric down her body, baring her breasts. Melody didn’t try to stop him when he lowered his head and put his mouth on her right breast, teasing her nipple with his tongue. “Oh, Richard…”

He slid his right hand under the hem of her gown once more, sliding the silk upward until his hand was on her pussy again.

Melody moaned with bliss. “My love… what you make me feel…” she whined.

“Open… for me…”

She did, crying out when his fingers touched her, tracing around her entrance gently.

Richard had never touched a woman like this, but with Melody, he just had to… He had to know her in that way. He watched her keen and felt her lift her hips as he slid his index finger inside of her. Such an entrancing feeling it was…

Melody licked her lips and ran her fingers through his hair, silently encouraging him.

It just seemed natural to move his finger in and out of her while he suckled her right breast.

“Richard…” she cried wistfully. “Please… oh, please…”

“What… do you need?” he inquired, releasing her breast and leaning up over her.

“You” Melody answered, tenderly cupping his face in her hands. “I need you… inside of me”

Richard pressed his forehead to hers, emotion swamping him at her words. Yes, to be needed…

Melody sighed as he removed his finger: she was quick to grasp his wrist and bring his wet digit to her lips.

He nearly lost it when she cleaned his finger with her mouth: the sensation of her tongue against his flesh made him groan.

Hitching her nightgown up above her hips, she moved so that her legs were around his waist.

Richard kissed her, placing his hands on her sides as he pushed his hips forward and he filled her.

Melody arched her back: dear god, but it felt so good. She held him close and pressed kisses to his face and mouth. Oh, but she loved him… for a moment, her mother’s words from earlier in the day came back to her. “… he’s wounded in more ways than one…” It took some doing, but she pushed the thoughts from her head, focusing instead on the way that Richard felt inside of her. He was moving in and out of her in deep strokes, moaning despite himself. Melody could only answer his cries with ones of her own. “Love you” she called, the breath hitching in her throat.

“Melody” Richard replied, pumping into her.

He was touching something deep inside of her, something so very sensitive… it made her toes curl with bliss.

She had her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him close as if she never wanted to let go: Richard loved it.

Melody gasped as he increased the pace… with the movement of his hips, it was as if he were claiming her body as his own. “Richard… oh god, yes… I’m all yours…”

“All… mine?” he queried, burying his face in her neck.

“Oh, yes” she replied. In her mind, there was no denying it: she belonged to him, body and soul. She saw beyond his wounds, beyond his exterior and straight into his heart. Take away his mask, his gangster personae… Take everything away and he was just a man who wanted the things that most took for granted. Love, trust, acceptance… that was all that he was looking for, and for some reason, it touched her deeply. Between her thoughts and his insistent thrusting, she was on edge…

He wasn’t an experienced man by any means, but when he felt her inner muscles flutter around his cock, he knew that she was close: it thrilled him to know that he could bring her to that state. “Melody” Richard lamented, groaning, “Please…”

Strange, but she understood his plea: he wanted her to come so that he could let go himself. She closed her eyes and let the pleasure crest within her, riding each wave of bliss that coursed through her body. Vaguely, she was aware that she was crying his name out of instinct.

Those sweet, inner muscles of hers squeezing him rhythmically… he was lost. Richard growled and grunted at each spasm of his cock as he emptied into her: it was beyond ecstasy. For a moment, he gave in to the sensations accosting him and he was unaware of where he was or even who he was… all he knew was that he was with Melody, the woman who loved him.

It took a while for the both of them to come down into the afterglow, but when they did, Melody was stroking his back and placing kisses on his cheek, gasping for air.

Richard finally found his bearings, and he rolled them onto their sides so that he wouldn’t crush her. He tucked her head under his chin and fought for breath along with her as he held her close. Oh, but she was so different from the other women that he had known in his life. She loved him, and frankly, he was beginning to feel for her, too. Of course, he had always cared for her, from the moment that they had met: she was Jimmy’s little sister, after all, which bound him to her in ways that she couldn’t comprehend.

“Richard?”

“Hmm?”

“Kiss me”

Smiling to himself, he obeyed her, joining his mouth to hers as best he could.

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