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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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Eve languidly stretches, enjoying the warmth of the blankets. She tries to snuggle back into them, Puck’s scent filling her senses. The sound of soft talking pulls her from her warm cocoon. She slides from the bed and pads down the hallway. She hears Owen’s voice floating to her from the kitchen. A smiles touches her lips when she hears who he is talking to on speaker as he cuts up carrots.
“No, David.” He sighs, back still to Eve. “I won’t send you a copy of the pictures. You are just going to wait like everyone else.”
“You know I don’t do that very well.” David’s voice sounds slightly irritated. “You know will find a way to get them if you don’t show them to me.”
“Are you sure you really want to go against me on this?” Owen’s hand still, knife poised over a carrot. “I may be bound to you but not in this.”
“No, I don’t.” David softly growls back. “But I am anxious to start on the nursery and I’d like an idea on what needs done.”
“I have already sent you a drawing of what I think should be done.” He begins chopping again. “And if you take away choosing the decorating and furniture from Eve, I am not liable for what she may do to you.”
“Fox would skin me alive.” David chuckles. “I will look at what you have sent and see if I can get the work started. Will you be extending your stay?”
Owen turns to put the carrots in a pan and sees Eve watching him from the doorway. “I do not believe so but if we do, I will text you.”
“I will see you both when you get home then.” David sighs.
“Until tomorrow evening, David.” He reaches out and ends the call. His lips twitch up as he grabs a potato and begins to chop it. “How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to hear you put David in his place.” She grins, walking over to lean against his back. “Is he really that anxious?”
“Yes, he is.” Owen turns enough to kiss her forehead, hands still busy. “He is very excited right now.”
“Jeeze!” She laughs, the sound echoing around the room. “So what are you making?”
“Pot roast.” He lays the potato in the pan as well. “The roast has already been started. These do not have to bake as long.”
“Smells good.” She steps away, picking up a kettle. “I’ll get some hot water started for tea.”
“I had Justin bring more tea when he stopped in this morning.” He opens the oven and places the vegetables in. “They are in the pantry.”
She opens the pantry door and sees canisters lining a shelf. She claps her hands, nearly dancing in place. “He got everything! I can’t get these in New York! I miss my local teas!”
“I plan on us taking those back with us.” He wipes his hands on a towel. “I also have someone interested in investing in a few of the local tea makers.” He leans against the counter, watching her closely. “Many of the local farms are in need of something stable to harvest along with their usual crops. I talked with Grandmother Willow and she said the herbs they could plant for the teas would grow well here and would give them a reason to not sell out.”
“You’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?” She turns enough to watch him closely.
“When I realized how much of a strangle hold Getties had on the farmers here, I knew I had to do something to make them more independent.” He shrugs. “I don’t want Getties to happen again.”
“And the places we now own?” She takes a canister and pulls a teapot out.
“They can still do as they wish.” He takes the teapot from her and sets it on the counter. “The option is there for them. I have also talked to a few about starting up a few bee hives in their greenways.”
“Wouldn’t you have to worry about pesticides?” She fills the tea basket before setting it down in the pot.
“Again I have talked with Grandmother about natural pesticides.” He winks at her. “Several of the Fae here are excited to help out to encourage the natural predators to get rid of pests.”
“You’ve thought about it more than I realize then.” She takes the kettle off of the burner, pouring the water into the pot. “Must be why David loves having you on his side.”
“I am good at planning and implementing” He pulls her closer, kissing her neck. “But you are good at finding things I am missing.”
“Well I’ll look at how things are going here next year and let you know what I think then.” She grins, leaning up for another kiss.
“I would expect no less.” He deepens the kiss.
Eve slides the plate away, groaning. “I’m full. Can’t do another bite.”
Owen laughs softly, picking up the plate along with his own and taking it to the sink. “I’m glad your nausea is better.”
“Maybe for the time being.” She stretches out her legs. “I’ll let you know how it is by morning.”
He brings over the teapot, filling her cup. “Then I will make sure my walls are down in the morning.”
“What? And make me suffer along?” She grins. “I think not!” She wraps her hands around her cup, warming them. “Maybe I should find out where I can get that fae liquor at so I can get you hammered enough to have a hangover the next day so you can be miserable with me.”
“That would not be a good idea.” He smiles back, shaking his head. “In your current condition I could get extremely violent towards any man that came within shouting distance of you.”
“So we tell Justin he needs to take a few days off and we have some fun.” She winks at him.
“You are determined to get me drunk.” He laughs, leaning back in his chair. “Maybe one day I will do just that for you.” He reaches out, taking her hand in his. “But not right now.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” She squeezes his hand. “I do think we need to change where I sleep though or I’m going to be stepping all over you to get to the bathroom in the middle of the night.”
Eve opens her eyes, gazing at the sleeping form next to her. She smirks, one hand lightly gliding over his chest. A soft moan escapes him, shifting slightly as her hand moves lower. She stifles a laugh, stalking her way down his body until she is just above her prize. She dips her head down, lightly running her tongue along the soft skin. He moans again, fingers twitching slightly against the covers.
Her smirk turns evil, tapping her fingers against the covers. They slide over his hands, trapping them against his sides. She dips her head down again, sliding her tongue along his half hard length. He gasps softly, eyes fluttering open. She quickly moves, trapping his legs with her body as she cups his sack. She kneads it softly, flicking her tongue along the skin.
“Eve,” He growls softly, tugging at the covers. “What are you planning?”
“I plan on playing with my favorite toy.” She laughs, the sound vibrating along his shaft as she licks it again. “I’m so glad you brought it with you.”
“Vixen!” He growls, arching his hips.
“MMM…” She purrs back, sliding him deep into her throat. Her fingers play lightly over his sack as she slides her lips along his shaft.
“Bloody hell!” He gasps, hips bucking under her and driving him in deeper in her throat.
She moans louder, loving the feel of him so deep. She works faster, taking him as deep as she can. His moans become louder, encouraging her for more. Her nails rake lightly along this sack. Their bond flashes open, showing her how close she already has him.
She gives him one last lap before leaning back on her heels. “Not so fast. I plan on having my way with you first.”
“And you call me a brat.” He growls back, panting loudly. “What is your will, Mistress?”
“Whatever I want, Slave.” She crawls up his body, nipping his sensitive skin along the way. “I want to enjoy you squirming first.” She slides him inside her wet hole, gasping at how hard he is.
He groans, trying to keep control. She feels so tight he knows he won’t last long. He is mesmerized by the sight of her above him, riding him slowly. Her head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy hardens him further. His fingers dig into the covers under him as her walls begin to spasm around him.
Sher cries out, soaking his length. She stills above him, panting hard. Her slowly open, hunger for him growing in them. She begins to ride him again, this time cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples. Her eyes lock on his, daring him to look away from her. She can feel how close he still is. She bites her lip, trying to keep control of herself as she feels herself ready to cum again.
The covers suddenly loosen from around his hands. His hands snake out, grabbing her hips. He buries himself deep inside her, letting her milk him as she screams in pleasure. He groans, filling her completely as he joins her. He holds her still as she calms, enjoying the way her breasts move as she breathes.
He feels her finally calm down, lips twitching up as her eyes open again. “There’s my vixen. So beautiful flushed with pleasure.”
“You’re still a brat.” She leans forward, nipping at his neck. “I was hoping to play with you longer.”
He pulls her down, rolling over until she is curled in his arms next to him. “You’ll have to try again then.” He kisses her, hand gliding down her back.
“In the morning, then.” She purrs, snuggling closer. “I might break your old bones if I play too roughly.”
“I am not that easy to break.” He chuckles, stroking her sides. “But if you don’t rest, there won’t be any fun at all.”
She yawns, wrapping her arms around him. “If you say so.”
“I say so.” He kisses her forehead as he feels her begin to drift off.
Eve hears music coming from the pasture next to the barn. She walks through the living room, glancing out the window. Two children play in the pasture, one boy and one girl. The girl’s dark curls bounce as she dances around the boy. His bow flies across the strings of his violin, a smile on his face.
Confused, Eve steps out onto the porch and watches the children for a few minutes. The song sounds familiar and yet not. The boy’s blonde hair covers his eyes as he sways to the tune. The girl spins and twirls her dress, laughter filling the air.
She lets the music lure her closer, her eyes following their movements. The girl sees her finally, reaching out her hands to her. Eve reaches back, fingers lightly touching the girl’s. “Isn’t it beautiful?” The girl laughs again.
“Yes it is.” Eve glances over at the boy as he smiles, his blue eyes glinting with mischief as they watch her under his bangs. “It sounds so familiar.”
“It’s my song.” The boy winks at her. “You’ve already played hers.” He stops for a moment, pointing at the girl with his bow. “One day I would like to hear them together.”
Eve stares at the girl, shocked for a second. The girl’s smiles, her green eyes lighting up with delight. “This can’t be.” Eve murmurs.
“It’s time to wake up now, Mommy.” The girl leans up and strokes Eve’s cheek with a soft hand. “You have to wake.”
Eve feels as if she is falling, confused at what she has seen.
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