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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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The house they are led to speaks of wealth with its soaring ceilings and crystal chandeliers. Seeing the army of servants, Eve feels her anxiety spike. Having been around the truly rich and elite over the past year, she could tell Mr. Cortez has aspirations of grandeur. Only Owen’s hand resting lightly in the small of her back keeps her from turning and running the other way.
They are led into a small dining room where a man of definite Spanish decent wearing a dark Armani suit waits for them. He eyes her critically before smiling at Owen. “I see your very lovely Lady has finally arrived. Perhaps now you will feel less stressed.”
“Most assuredly.” Owen gently pushes her forward. “May I present Evelyn Nolan.”
She smiles warmly, trying to act slightly flaky and not show the surprise in the change of her name. “You have such a beautiful house, Mr. Cortez.” She grins up at Owen. “You told me he had ponies here but I didn’t believe you til I saw them!”
Mr. Cortez smiles back, waving them to seat themselves at the table. “Yes, I have several horses here, Miss Nolan.”
“Could I ride one? I’ve never been on one before.” She gives him a anxious look.
“Eve.” Owen’s voice has a note of warning in it.
She lowers her eyes, looking quelled. “I’m sorry. I only was thinking of us going for a ride and a picnic while we are here. We never get any alone time anymore.”
Cortez smiles and pats her hand. “It can be arranged, My Dear. I’m sure he does not mind rewarding good behavior after all the hard work is done.”
Owen nods to him, knowing it is not a request he can deny. “Of course, Mr. Cortez. Although I am rather busy tomorrow, perhaps we can go the next day.
“Very good!” He claps his hands and the food arrives.
She sits quietly during the meal, only answering questions when she is directly asked. She watches the servants through lowered lashes, seeing how afraid they are of him. The women especially back away from him, never turning their backs to him until they are out of the room. Over the years of watching her father on the police force, she had seen this behavior before and knew of the violence it reveals. When they finally make their good byes, they quietly make their way back to their assigned house.
Once the door is closed, Owen glances around the room before walking to the bed and opening the duffel bag. “I want a shower. Get it ready and be in it by the time I come in.”
“Yes, Dear.” She murmurs before slipping off to the bathroom. She quickly finds his shampoo, soap, and towels , laying them out for his use. Her nerves sing as she slowly strips of her clothes and runs the water. She steps under the spray, hoping it will calm her before he comes in.
Her shoulders relax, the heat calming her just as she hears the door click shut. She can hear him moving around the room, his clothes sliding to the floor. She closes her eyes as the curtain slides behind her. His arms wrap around her, pulling her close.
“The camera in here will hear whatever they want to hear now but I cannot fool the video. It will only show from the waist up so we can at least fake them that way.” He whispers close to her ear.
She tilts her head back, lightly skimming her lips along his neck while showing her breasts to their best advantage. “What is going on here?”
He groans, leaning his hips into her to show the effect she is having on him. “You are not making it easy for me to focus.” he sighs, stroking her side. “It seems that the Mexican cartel has gotten a foot hold here in Texas and they are using our shipments to smuggle drugs. That is why the shipments are never the right amounts.”
She arches more into him, using her body to distract however may be watching. “So what do you want me to do?”
“Turn around and wash me.” He chuckles. “But getting to the women and finding out what they know would be of more help.”
She smiles, turning around as she squirts soap into her hand. “And what will that accomplish?”
He groans even more as her hands slide along his skin, soaping first his chest before moving lower. “A major case of blue balls.” He growls back.
She leans close, whispering in his ear. “You aren’t the first one I’ve given a hand job to and I doubt you’ll be the last.” She sees his eyes piercing her with lust. “Talk to me.”
He captures her lips, kissing her thoroughly before whispering in her ear again. “The women know more than you think and they are rightly afraid of him. I want to see if you can get the information I need to have the police called in.”
She slides her hand lower, stroking him and enjoying the feel of him hardening further. “I’ll see what I can do. We can use the picnic as an escape plan if needed.” She takes her free hand and brings his to the base of her neck where he can feel the cut ends of her hair. “I have insurance plans.”
His grin disarms her and he pulls her closer still, grinding his hips into her hand. “I know you can’t but I can’t take pleasure without giving it in return.”
“Kiss me and play with my nipples.” Her breath comes out in short gasps. “That’ll be enough for them to see.”
“As you wish.” He kisses her roughly, enjoying the feel of her hand expertly stroking him higher and higher. He lowers his head, lapping and nipping at her as she arches into him. He can see she’s enjoying the attention, causing him to grow more anxious to have her.
His hips begin to buck against her and with a soft chuckle, she strokes him even harder and faster. She knows she has him close and they are putting on a very good show for the camera. The groans and whimpers he makes only turns her on further, wishing they could be doing this for real and not for show. His grip on her tightens just before she feels him spill his seed against her. She leans her hip closer, letting the feel of her skin against the tip push him further into his climax. He shudders, groaning as the last finally falls.
“Bloody hell, woman!” He growls at her, kissing her roughly again before calming down. He silently washes her in return, enjoying the feel of her in his hand. Finally he leans close, kissing her neck gently. “What do you use?”
She frowns, confused? “As in what?”
“Pads or tampons.” He skims his lips along her jaw. “I prefer, if this show is to continue, I sleep next to you as naked as possible.”
She chuckles. “Tampons for now. Thought it would be more convenient.”
He turns off the water and opens the curtain, handing her a towel. “We can dry each other and go to bed then.”
She gives his ass a squeeze as he steps out, earning her another growl. She openly gazes at his body, doing everything in her power not to blush when he catches her. His lips twitch up as he slowly runs the towel over her to dry her off. She does the same to him, catching him watching the way her breasts move as she leans over.
She bites her lip as he opens the bathroom door. “Um, I’ll be out in a minute. Gotta take care of a few things first.”
He reaches out and pulls her lip from her teeth. “Come straight to bed.”
“I will.” She waits til the door is closed before taking care of her necessities. When she’s done, she steps out into the bedroom and lets her eyes adjust before walking into the darkened room. She hears him lift the sheet, inviting her in. She slides in, curling her back against his chest. His arm wraps around her and with a soft sigh, she feels him relax into sleep. Knowing some of the items in the bag are meant to keep them safe while they sleep, she snuggles closer and drifts off.
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