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A Lonely Heart's Wish	By : shaliscarai Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 9056 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gargoyles/Disney related but the original character, Eve Anderson, is from my own mind and is not a character of Disney. I get no pay and am only doing this for fun

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“Yes, Justin.” Eve grins as she steps out of the jet. “We just got here. I should be there soon.”
Owen rolls his eyes, taking their bags to a nearby car. “Tell him we will get supper at the diner and to quit worrying.”
“Did you hear that?” She laughs, switching her phone to her other hand. “You don’t have to worry about rushing food down to the farm. We can get what we need while we’re in town. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Is he truly that worried?” Owen holds the door open for her as she hangs up her phone.
“Doubt it.” She leans close, lightly brushing her lips against his. “He would worry more if you hadn’t come too.”
He chuckles, helping her settle into her seat. “I would make sure he was prepared for you if that were to ever happen.” He walks around and slides into the driver seat. “And I would not let you travel without protection.”
She leans her seat back, shaking her head. “What did I say about not getting overprotective?” She grins as he snorts. “After all these years I would’ve expected you to at least been through this once.”
“I am highly aware of how easy it is to create children.” He pulls out of the airport and heads into town. “I am also aware of how easy it would be to have the worst happen to them. Medical practices were not as they are now.”
“So that’s why you built in protection in your disguises?” She lifts a brow, watching him closely.
“Absolutely.” His eyes roam the buildings as they go by. “I would never subject someone to the pain of not being able to deliver my child or the death that could result of it.”
Eve strokes her stomach, contemplating her children growing inside her. “That’s why I keep feeling fear mixed in with everything else.”
“Now that I have finally found you, I don’t want to lose you.” He pulls in front of the diner, turning in his seat to stare into her eyes. “But I’ve also only experienced fatherhood from a distance. I don’t know how to be a good father.”
“And I really don’t know how to be a good mother.” She sighs, turning more towards him. “We’ll both figure this out as we go. I’m not going into this thinking I will be perfect cause that’s something no one will ever be.”
“The fae are not known for being perfect parents.” He glances out the window. “We are a very selfish race.”
“Well I can promise you have been very selfless towards me.” She leans close, laying her head on his shoulder. “And I will promise to remind you of it when you become too needy and forget about us.”
His lips quirk up. “Yes, My Queen.”
“And stop that ‘My Queen’ business!” She grins, smacking his arm. “I prefer ‘My Wife.”
He chuckles, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “As you wish, My Wife.”
Eve lowers herself down into the bathtub, steam curling around her body. She sighs softly, the warm water easing the aches in her back from sitting too long. She leans her head back, resting on the side of the tub as her eyes drift shut. She relaxes, listening to the sounds of Owen puttering around in the bedroom.
“You coming in before the water gets cold?” She cracks one eye open and watches him pace past the bathroom door.
“I want you to be comfortable when you come to bed.” Owen growls back. “I had not thought to change the bed before we got here.”
“Can’t I just do it?” She levers herself up enough to see what he is doing. “It’s not like transforming it is going to be that hard.”
“At the rate you are leaking magic, I would rather you didn’t.” He stops in the doorway, frowning down at her. “Relax a moment longer. I will be there as soon as I am done.”
“I thought women were supposed to be the ones who nested!” She yells at him as he stalks off. She sighs as she sags back down in the water. She can feel the magic radiating off of her body, keeping the water at the perfect temperature. She finally hears him coming back to the bathroom just as she’s about to drift off to sleep. She opens her eyes at the sound of his clothes hitting the floor. “About time. I was beginning to wonder if I’d turn into a prune before you joined me.”
“Then it is a good thing I like prunes.” He steps into the water, lowering himself down next to her. “Better?”
“Much better.” She leans against him, snuggling close.
“I think I will see if we can adjoin the rooms next to ours somehow so that we can have a nursery that will connect to our rooms.” He gently kisses the top of her head, eyes staring off as he imagines it.
“Might work if we make a big enough whole in all that stone.” Her lips twitch up at the thought.
“We will not have to blast a hole.” He chuckles, pulling her tighter against him. “I will teach Alexander how to modify stone and make a new entrance.”
“Do I at least get to watch?” She bats her eyes at him.
“Of course.” He cups her face, kissing her softly. “I will need you to understand the concept as well.”
“Good. I hate being left out.” She smiles up at him. “And I have a feeling I’m going to need to learn everything I can just so I can keep up with these two.”
“Hmm..” He smiles mischievously at her. “I do hope your father did not curse you with one day having children just like you.”
“Me?” She sits up, staring at him in dramatic shock. “What about you?”
He shudders. “Perish the thought! We’d be screwed!”
“Exactly!” She grins, flipping water at him. “I’d have to bar the windows and doors just to keep them halfway safe.”
“Wouldn’t work.” He flips water back at her. “They would just walk through.”
“We’re screwed.” She laughs, settling back down next to him.
He pulls her closer. “We will get through.”
“You wanted to take things slow.” She strokes his chest, watching the water swirl away. “This doesn’t seem very slow.”
“I know.” He chuckles softly. “There’s still so much we don’t know about each other.”
“We have time.” She grins. “You still get five free questions a day. Ask me anything.”
“And if I ask more than five?” He grins back.
“I’ll make you pay for it.” She leans up, brushing her lips against his.
“I’ll gladly pay that price.” He captures her lips, deepening the kiss.
“Brat.” She murmurs against his lips, settling into his lap. “You keep that up and we’ll never talk.”
“You talk quite well in the throes of passion.” He nips at her neck, hands running down her back.
“Liar.” She growls back, threading her fingers in his hair. “You talk well and I just speak in one word sentences.”
“Hmm..” he allows her to steer his head lower, capturing a nipple. “Maybe I should tape us to see if you are right.”
“I’m too big to be on film.” She moans softly, arching into him. He growls, nipping her hard. She yelps, glaring down at him. “What was that for?”
“You are not.” He growls lower, pulling her tighter against him. “Or do I need to teach you that?”
“You wouldn’t…” She starts to growl back but gets cutting off when he roughly pulls her head down, kissing her thoroughly.
He finally allows her a breath, pulling her from the water. “A lesson it is.” He wraps a towel around her and lifts her into his arms.
He carries her into the bedroom, letting her see it covered in candles and rose petals. She opens her mouth but he kisses her instead, stopping her words before they can start. He sets her down next to the bed, stripping the towel from her. His hands run over her skin, taking in every bit of her. “You are beautiful.” He grasps her hands, pulling them behind her. “You need to remember that around me.”
She gasps, feeling him tying something soft around her hands. He steps her closer to the bed, pushing her down to lean over onto it. She closes her eyes, feeling his hands running lightly over her ass. He grabs her cheeks roughly, squeezing and kneading them. “It doesn’t matter if this is getting plumper. It gives me more to play with.”
He suddenly smacks her ass hard. She squeaks in shock, not ready for him to be rough. He gently rubs the mark he left, letting the tension flow out of her. When she is calm again, he smacks her several more times. She gasps, feeling her magic respond. His fingers dip into her, feeling how wet she is becoming. He strokes her a few times, feeling her already beginning to tighten. Magic builds around her, dancing along his skin.
“That’s it, My Queen.” He leans over, purring into her ear. “There is no one here to hear you or disturb. Let it go.”
One hand snakes down, pinching her nipple as he spanks her again. She cries out, magic blasting from her as her juices begin to flow from her. His purring laughing vibrates through her as he leans down, kissing a trail along her back. He unties her hands, pulling her up onto the bed and laying her down on her side. He lays down behind her, pulling her leg up and over his. He plunges inside her, holding her hips still so he controls how deep he is. Her whimpers become cries as the magic rolls from her in waves with her orgasms.
He growls low, finally pulling from her. She can feel how impossibly hard he is and how much control he is using to not cum with her. “Please.” She gasps, her breath coming in pants.
“Please what, My Dear?” His breath whispers across her neck as his fingers knead her breasts.
“Please,” she tries to turn but he won’t let her move. “I want to feel you cum.”
“What if I want you to do more than feel it?” His chuckle vibrates down her neck. He nips her softly behind the ear. “What if I intend for you to taste it?”
“Yes.” She moans softly. “Please!”
His growl becomes more feral, quickly moving behind her and lifting her to her knees. She can feel his length hovering in front of her lips. Her eyes open, gazing up at him as she slides his length into her mouth. She sucks hard, taking him in as far as she can. His fingers twine in her hair, urging her to move faster. His moans urge her on, their bond opening wide. Magic engulfs him, pushing him over the edge. She groans, closing her eyes as she drinks him down.
“Eve,” he moans softly, pulling her away as his seed spills down her lips. “Enough.” He kneels down next to her, pulling her into his arms. “I have no desire to be sucked completely dry.” He gently wipes her face clean.
“Sorry.” She smirks at him as he pulls her down next to him on the bed. “Got carried away.”
“Don’t be, Wife.” He kisses her softly. “Never be sorry for that.” He pulls the blankets over them. “If you did not get carried away then I am not doing my job.”
“And what job is that?” She snuggles closer. “Making me incoherent?”
“No.” He laughs and holds her tighter. “Making you so satisfied you think of no one else.”
“I wouldn’t even if you didn’t satisfy me every time.” She nips at his chest. “That’s what toys are for.”
“Then I will have to thank all the men on your floor for giving you enough toys to last for the next year.” He laughs as she smacks him.
Eve watches Puck putter around the kitchen, a cup of her favorite chai steaming on the table next to her. “So what is your favorite past time, besides making me scream in pleasure until I can’t breathe?”
He turns enough to smirk at her, flipping a pancake. “Yes that would be my first pick.” He pours more tea into another cup. “Present or past?”
“Both.” She sips at her cup.
“As Owen I would have to say it is driving David nuts.” He winks at her. “Sometimes I make him do things the hard way to get what he wants without him realizing it can be done without all the fuss.” He turns back to the skillet, sliding the pancake onto a plate. “Of course, he specifically asked me to make sure we do things more legal than in the past. It’s fun to throw legal road blocks at him and see him squirm.”
“For a man who is used to getting what he wants, that must rankle him at times.” She grins as he places the plate in front of her.
“It does.” He steps back over to the skillet, pouring more batter. “As for the past, it’s a split between reading all the new literature as it came out and making mischief for those who needed to learn a few lessons.” His lips twitch up at her soft chuckle. “What about you? And do not count riding since I cannot truly pick my favorite past time with you.”
“Whatever.” She snorts, cutting her pancake into smaller pieces. “It sounds like we will both be doing a lot of reading once I get so big I can’t play anymore. No romances though. Those are never realistic.”
“And your definition of real is?” He turns towards her, another plate in hand.
“Oh, haha!” She shakes her fork at him. “You know exactly what I mean.” She smirks as he settles down in the chair across from her. “I prefer fantasy and sci fi anyway.” She lifts a bite. “Which this counts as, by the way.” She waves the fork at him before taking her bite.
He tilts his head to her, accepting her theory. “And the past?”
She sets her fork down, a faraway look in her eyes. “I used to play the violin.” She shakes her head. “I haven’t done that in a very long time.”
He reaches out, caressing her hand. “Why did you stop?”
“My dad’s death.” She sighs, letting his touch soothe her. “I got in a very deep, dark place. If it hadn’t been for Justin and the horses, I wouldn’t have come out of it.”
“Then I am doubly grateful he was here.” He gives her hand a gentle squeeze. “Perhaps you can pick it back up again.”
“Maybe.” She begins to eat again. “I’m sure the violin is somewhere in this house.”
“If I find it, will you play it?” He lifts a brow at her.
She sighs softly, knowing he is challenging her to move on. “Yes.”
He stands up and walks out of the room. Confused and believing he won’t find it that easily, she continues to eat. She hears him walk back down the hall a few minutes later. “Your food is getting cold.”
He walks back in, laying her violin case on the table. “I don’t mind cold food.” He steeples his fingers, leaning closer as he watches her intently. “Especially if it means hearing you play.”
She looks from the case to him and back again. “You knew where this was at! How did you know where this was at?”
“I got curious the last time I was here and I began walking around the house looking at everything.” He shrugs. “You know how curious I can get.”
“Justin helped, didn’t he?” She leans back in her chair, arms crossing over her chest.
“Only after I had found everything and had it scattered all over the bedroom.” He looks back after sheepishly.
She closes her eyes, sighing softly. “Ok. I guess I would do the same if you had things lying around with your past in them.”
“Unfortunately, I haven’t given you that luxury.” His shoulders slump slightly. “I am sorry.”
“Don’t be.” She opens her eyes, a slight smile touching her lips. “You’ve been honest with me when I’ve asked. There’s nothing more I could ask.” She grins mischievously. “So what is your wildest fantasy?”
“You’ve already fulfilled it.” He grins back, taking a bite.
“And what was that?” She watches him as she sips her tea again. “Wild sex in the woods?”
“No.” He snorts softly. “More simple than that.” He gazes into her eyes. “Finding a woman I can love with all of me and marrying her.”
“You are a romantic at heart.” She shakes her head, laughing softly. “Well mine is more physical. I want to have wild sex on horseback.” She blushes at his mischievous grin. “But it will have to wait until after the babies are born.”
“That gives me plenty of time to plan.” He chuckles, enjoying the sight of her blush deepen. “Do you regret leaving here to come to New York?”
“No.” She stands, taking her plate to the sink. “It was a time when I really needed to learn to live on my own two feet. I wouldn’t be the person I am today if I hadn’t left.”
He walks over to her, wrapping his arms around her as she starts to wash the dishes. “I like that. Regret nothing because it made you who you are.”
“I wouldn’t have met you if I had stayed here.” She leans back into him.
“Now who is the romantic?” He gently gives her a squeeze. He kisses her neck before stepping away from her and pushing her away from the sink. “I cooked. I will clean as well.”
“Fine.” She grins, letting him take over. “I’ll go get dressed and start feeding the horses.”
“No hay.” He wags a finger at her. “Justin can do that when he gets here.”
“Ok. Grain only.” She kisses him. “I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to it.” He calls after her as she walks towards the bedroom.
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