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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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He lets the hot spray hit his back, easing the tension that has been there since he got to this god forsaken place. The anger still burns inside him like a banked fire, waiting for his magic to let it loose. It is one of the few times he is glad he doesn’t have use of his magic because if he did, this place would be leveled after he’d had the joy of torturing every male in the compound. He knew bringing her here would be a risk but even now he could not see an alternative. He hated feeling helpless against what was coming.
Already she was in the bedroom, calling ‘Alexander’ and letting them know tomorrow they would need extracted during their ride. Her voice soothed him more, although he didn’t know how to tell her he couldn’t perform now even if she begged him to. The knowledge that this was being forced on them couldn’t make him change his mood enough to be even slightly amorous. He will beg forgiveness from her later. He knew what kind of show they are expecting and only a show is what they will be getting. Anything more and his heart would break.
The sound of the bathroom door opening breaks his thoughts. He hears her moving around, clothes dropping to the floor. “Take it out.” He growls softly at her.
Her movements still, her voice small. “But I’m not done yet.”
“You said all of you and I’m sure enough time has elapsed that you are no longer in pain or bleeding heavily. Take it out and join me.” He closes his eyes, trying not to sound too harsh towards her. The anger is not her fault and although he needs to pretend to take it out on her, he must rein it in so he doesn’t hurt her in the process.
She steps into the shower, her back towards him. He can see her shoulders are slumped in defeat and he gently pulls her to him. His arms wrap around her, nuzzling close to her ear. “So long as the camera cannot see your lips, you are safe to say anything. I modified the spell so we can talk without being close. I cannot do what you ask” he leans against her to show her how soft he is “but I will need to make a good show of it. You must go along with it and fake it.”
She chuckles softly. “Well I’ve never had to before but I’m sure I know how it goes.”
“I’m going to turn you around and spank you for show. Tell me what exactly happened while your face is hidden.” He spins her around and pushes her to lean over, bracing her hands against the shower wall. Her gasp of shock elicits a chuckle from him as his hand roams her soft ass. In other circumstances he would make her writhe in pleasure, begging him to spank her.
He can hear her softly retelling the story, completely unedited this time and his anger rises again. His fingers dip down, skimming her folds and causing her to moan before his hand lifts away. Barely checking his strength at the last second, he smacks her left cheek hard. He rubs the print his hand has made, kneading it to bring the color closer to the surface. She continues to talk through clenched teeth as he strikes her again and again, always rubbing the spot afterwards. He has smacked her 20 times before she is finished, her breath coming out in gasps.
He gently pulls her up and turns her around, his thumb wiping away her tears. “That is for letting another man touch you. You are mine. Do you understand?” She nods, eyes never leaving his. “Now I will show you that all of your body is mine.” He grabs her legs, lifting her enough to wrap them around his waist. He grinds against her, hoping it will look as is if he is ready to take her.
She gasps, burying her neck against his. “Hope this isn’t your usual performance level.” She quips, trying to sound brave.
“It’s old age.” He begins to pretend to fuck her, his hips bucking against her. “Never can tell when it will cooperate.”
She hides a smile, before leaning her head back against the wall and moaning in ‘pleasure’. He tries not to smile at her overacting, knowing the people watching have no real way of knowing if she is. She closes her eyes, digging her fingers into his back to keep from sliding down the wall. If they truly had been fucking, parts of him would be holding her in place more and she can’t let them see that he isn’t that interested.
His lips find hers, roughly kissing her. His hips shift, ‘pulling out’ and moving farther back. He presses her tighter to the wall, shifting her for better access. He slowly moves forward, letting her nails dig into his back as if he was truly forcing his way inside her. His movements against her slow, letting her know that even if this were real he would not take her as roughly as she believed.
He kisses down her neck, letting her try to relax into his grip. He nips her shoulder, causing her to arch against him and gasp. He chuckles softly, letting the teeth marks on her skin stay. “Almost enough for their enjoyment, Eve.” He whispers softly.
She bites her lip, trying not to let the sensations of him rubbing against her arouse her. Even though she knows he’s as interested as an ice cube at the moment, she can’t help the way his skin sliding against hers and the feel of his teeth on her is making her feel. She can feel her nipples hardening more, her moans sounding more real.
The sound focuses him even more on ending this soon. He doesn’t want the smell and feel of her to actually cause him to ‘take her’ again for real. With a low growl, he stills his body and pretends he’s finished. He slowly lowers her legs, pulling her closer to him as he claims her mouth again. He kisses her until he feels her calm down again, letting her regain herself.
She finally blinks up at him, leaning away slightly from his body. “You are mine. Next time I will not be so gentle about it.” he runs his thumb along her swollen lips. “Now wash me.”
Silently she goes through the ritual of cleaning him, letting him keep the fragile control he needs for their act.
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