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My Big Fat Gargoyle Wedding	By : MelissaMaxwell Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 7467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"What do you like to eat?" Maggie asked Claudius, who had coiled himself up to stare at the wall.
"What?" he asked, uncoiling himself a bit.
"I thought you might be hungry." said Maggie. "We're not exactly a gourmet restaraunt, mind you, but if you'd like to eat, I could get something for you. What would you like?"
"No one ever asssked me what I like before." said Claudius. "Massster hardly ssssaysss anything to me, other than to mock my hisssssing."
"Well that's just mean." said Maggie. "I won't make fun of you for something you can't help. Now, what would you like? We have some peaches. Or I could make you a sandwich."
"I've never eaten a peach." said Claudius. "Massster only givesss usss nutritional sssssupplementssss, when he remembersss."
"Well, I'll bring you a peach." said Maggie. "And a ham sandwich. Do you like mustard, ketchup or mayonnaise?"
"I...don't know." Claudius. "I've never tried them."
"Well, we have packets, so I'll bring some for you to taste." said Maggie. She smiled. "And maybe we'll have cookies and milk for dessert." As she left the cell, she gave a polite nod to Thug who had been stationed as guard. She soon came across Delilah and Malibu. "Hello Delilah." said Maggie. "Malibu, Derrick told me you were hurt last night. How are you feeling?"
Malibu frowned. "Got needle stuck in bottom." he groused. "Malibu feel better now."
"We ran into Hollywood and Burbank on the way." said Delilah. "They were acting...very strange."
"I'll ask them about it later." said Maggie. "I'm about to wake Lili up from her nap so we can have dinner. Care to join us?"
"Thank you," said Delilah. "But, we've eaten."
In their lair, Maggie lifted Lili from her crib. "C'mon, sweetie." she said. "We're going to have dinner with a guest tonight." She went to the pantry and filled an empty grocery bag with lunch for two adults and a baby. She picked up the sacked lunch and strapped the baby bag across her chest. "Wanna try walking, sweetie?" asked Maggie, offering Lili her hand.
"Sure it's a good idea to bring Lili close to that monster?" asked Thug.
"Now, Thug," chided Maggie. "Claudius is no more a monster than you are. He and Lili both need to be fed." She walked back to the cell. Claudius watched curiously as Maggie hummed nonchalantly as she spread out a baby blanket as if preparing for a picnic. She sat Lili down on it and gave her a sippy cup and a Tupperware dish filled with a cut up hot dog. Lili started feeding herself. Maggie handed Claudius a sandwich through the bars of his cell. Claudius inspected the layers of the sandwich. "It's bread, pickles, lettuce and tomatoes." Maggie explained. "If there's anything in it you don't like, take it out. I also brought you the packets." She gave him packets of ketchup, mustard and mayonnaise. "Just tear it a bit, squeeze and taste. Whichever you like best, you can put on your sandwich."
Claudius tour open each packet and tasted them with his forked tongue. "I like all of them!" he decided.
"Then use all of them if you like." said Maggie. "You put it on your sandwich like this." She opened a mustard packet and squeezed some on her own sandwich. Claudius copied her. "Very good, Claudius! Oh, and Claudius? For future reference, when someone gives you something, you should say 'thank you."
"Oh." said Claudius. "Thank you." He started eating his sandwich.
"Did your master ever teach you proper manners?" asked Maggie.
"Masssster punishesss usss when we don't pleasssse him." said Claudius. "But, we never know what will dissspleassse him."
"Inconsistancy is no way to teach someone." said Maggie. "And who is 'us'? Are there others like you?"
"There are nine othersss." said Claudius. He named names in between bites of his sandwich. "Tybalt. Regan. Caliban. Tamora. Shylock. Goneril. Octavia. Brutusss. Sssalome."
Maggie nodded, saving this info for later. So it was no coincidence that they were all named after Shakespearean villains. Salome was the odd one. Oscar Wilde had written a play about the Biblical temptress and Richard Strauss had composed an opera. Perhaps the namer had been stuck for a name of a villainess. "Claudius, what can you tell me about your Master? Do you remember the first time you saw him?"
Claudius closed his eyes and tried to think. "I remember...waking up inssside a glasssssss tube. A man with red hair opened the tube and put ssssomething on my neck." His hand went up to the silver collar he was wearing."
"Sevarius." Maggie said with a nod. "Do you know where he is now?"
"Massster sssaid he probably took the money to a placcce called Rio. I'm ssssorry, I do not know where Rio isss."
"Well, never mind." said Maggie. "What else do you know about your Master?"
"Sssometimesss he shoutsss. Sssometimesss he laughsss. He frightensss me."
"Does he have big wings?" asked Maggie. "Like you do?"
"Yessss." hissed Claudius. "Big wingssss. Much like mine."
Maggie nodded. It was clear that Thailog had Sevarius create more clones for him. "All gone!" said Lili.
"All gone!" Maggie said brightly, reaching into the bag and bringing out another Tupperware dish. "Does Lili want chopped peach?"
"Peesh!" said Lili.
"That's right!" said Maggie, opening the dish. "Peach!" Lili shoved a handful of diced peach into her mouth. Maggie took a couple of whole peaches out of the bag. "Here, Claudius, would you like one?" Woman offering a snake fruit. Maggie thought. There's some twisted irony.
Claudius cautiously took the peach from Maggie's hand. "Thank you." he remembered to say. He took a bite. "I like thissss." he said.
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As soon as Griff and Michelle retruned with Regan, Octavia bounded up to her. "Octavia!" Regan cried out joyously as she knelt down to hug the beast. Octavia licked her face. "Octavia, what happened to your collar?" She rubbed the beast's bare neck.
"I took it off." said Lex, approaching with Staghart by his side. Nash was close behind.
"All he had to do," said Staghart. "Was reverse the polarity of the neutron flow." Lex and Staghart laughed. No one else did. "Ah, you'd have to be a Dr. Who fan to get that one." Nash made a funny face and pretended to strangle himself.
"Do you want me to take your collar off?" offered Lex.
"Yes! Certainly!" said Regan. She stayed in her kneeling position as Lex poked around at it.
"OK, here is the tracking device." said Lex, picking out the blinking red device. "Who wants to help me get rid of it?"
"Ooh, let me! Let me!" said Nash. He took the device and drew his wakizashi. He schooled his features into a serious expression and pointed out towards the city. He tossed the device into the air and used his sword like a baseball bat to send it flying.
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"I can't believe it, Brendan!" said Margo as she and her husband walked down the street. "We finally catch one of those monsters, and what happens?"
"You're going to tell me." Brendan sighed.
"The little bastard escapes!" said Margo. "It killed two guards and is now running amok in the wild! No one is safe until...." Something small and hard hit Margo in the head. "Who threw that?" Margo demanded.
"There's no one here, Margo." said Brendan.
"I know there's someone here!" said Margo. "Some little asshole threw a pebble at me! It was probably one of those damn gargoyles!"
"Oh, Margo, you're being paranoid!" said Brendan.
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Back at the tower, Griff and Michelle left Lex to undo Regan's collar. Michelle heard music playing. "What's that?" she asked, pulling Griff down the hall.
"Sounds like Violet is playing another Beatles album." said Griff. Michelle opened the door to a sitting room. Violet and Laertes were slow dancing. Katherine and Tom were sitting down on the black leather couch. Tom was sniffling a bit while Katherine comforted him. "And when the night is cloudy," sang Paul McCartney. "there is still a light that shines on me, shine until tomorrow, let it be. I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be."
"Are you alright, Guardian?" asked Michelle.
"I'm fine." he gasped, wiping his eyes. "Song just...just reminded me of my mum is all."
Violet pressed the stop button on the stereo's CD player. "Laertes," she said. "You know what I want to do while we're here in New York? I want to visit Strawberry Fields. Maybe we can take a rose from the garden to put on Lennon's memorial mosaic."
"Let me take you down." Laertes said with a smile, offering an arm.
"Perhaps we should go too, Tom." said Katherine, getting up.
"I'm in no hurry to go anywhere." said Tom, eyeing Griff.
She tugged on Tom's arm. "You have to...help me with something." Katherine practically dragged him out of the room.
"Is this wise, Katherine?" Tom asked as she led him away. "Leaving those two alone?"
"Griff strikes me as a genteel sort." said Katherine. "He won't go anywhere he's not invited."
"It's the invited part that worries me!" said Tom.
"Oh, Tom," sighed Katherine. "Michelle has shown little interest in her brothers. Maybe this charming knight is just what she needs."
Back in the room, Griff skipped to another song on the CD. "This song is perfect for you, Michelle." he said. "It's called, well, 'Michelle'." He pressed play,
"Michelle...ma belle." sang Paul McCartney's voice on the CD player. "Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble. Très bien ensemble."
"It's a pretty song." said Michelle. "But what does it mean?"
"It's French." said Griff. "It means Michelle, my beauty, these are words that go together well. And you know something? They do. You are a beauty."
Michelle giggled. "Griff, you flatter me!"
"I mean it." he said. "You're very beautiful. Have you ever considered wearing your hair down?"
"Well, I could try." She undid the blue ribbon she used to tie her braided hair back and shook it loose. Griff sighed his pleasure as he watched a cascade of straw blonde hair shake about before spilling over Michelle's shoulders. "Does it look nice?" she asked.
"Nice? Michelle, you're breathtaking!"
She smiled. "Should I wear it like this at the wedding?"
"Well, now, you wouldn't want to outshine the bride."
Michelle had to laugh. "Me? Outshine Angela? Now I know you're just flattering me."
"Michelle? Can I...can I touch your hair?" Silently, Michelle stepped close to Griff. It's been a while since I did this. Griff thought as he put arms around her. But, here goes nothing. He gently stroked her hair, appreciating how light and soft it was. She hummed softly and nuzzled against his throat. She was just tall enough for the top of her head to touch the bottom of his beak. She reached up and stroked the crest of brown hair on his head, causing a tingle of pleasure to sing through Griff's body. He held her tighter and stroked her hair more urgently. It was so soft. She was so soft. She was running a hand over his shoulder and bicep while the other stroked his crest of hair. Testing the waters, Griff gave her left wing the lightest stroke. She gave a very audible gasp. She didn't pull away. Good sign. "Is this alright?" he asked.
She nuzzled closer to him. "Do it some more." she asked.
Griff stroked her wing again. He was struck by how smooth and slick the texture was. Her fingers had found his wings. They were combing through the down at the base and teasing the sensitive skin underneath. Griff gave a small moan as he pulled her closer to him and panted as he stroked her hair and wings.
Not long ago, Michelle had asked Ophelia for advice on how to handle a male, in case she ever found herself in a romantic situation. "If you really want to get him hot," she advised. "You play with his wings. The skin right near the base is most sensitive. You have to touch it just right. Too light a touch will just tickle him. Too rough a touch can hurt him. My Gabriel doesn't mind if I claw his back a little, but be very careful not to claw up a male's wing. If you're doing it right, his tail will twitch." Michelle laid her head on his shoulder and peeked at his tail. It wasn't only twitching, it was thrashing about like mad. Ophelia hadn't told her what to do if the wings had feathers. Michelle quickly guessed that Griff wouldn't like being plucked, so she was very gentle in running her fingers through the fluffy soft down.
Griff gasped out Michelle's name as he embraced her as desire writhed through his body. He was so hot and lightheaded he was afraid for a moment that he might faint. He sat in the black leather armchair and pulled Michelle into his lap. He nuzzled his beak against hers and stroked her hair as he pulled her close and wrapped his wings about her. She snuggled against him as he let a hand stroke down the length of her body. He let his talon tips trail over the base of her tail as he buried his face in her fragrant hair. Michelle nuzzled his neck and ran her fingers through the light chartreuse fur on his muscular arms. He was holding her tight as he panted for air, running those large, strong, but gentle hands over her. She shivered with pleasure as one hand laid on her breast and gave the gentlest of squeezes. She shifted a bit on his lap and felt an iron hard lump against her leg. I knew males are suppose to get hard, but I didn't think it would get that hard! "Griff? Griff, I should tell you something."
"Um...what?" He was having a hard time forming a coherent thought.
"Griff...I...I've never, well, been with a male before."
"You sure?" Her touch had seemed so expert.
"Griff, I think I'd be pretty sure about something like that!" she laughed. "In fact, this is the first time I've even...."
"Well, it's been a good long while since I've had a proper snog session myself." Griff sighed. "Look, if you don't want to take it any further, I'll understand." I'll just spend the rest of the evening with Rosie Palm and her four sisters.
She nuzzled her beak against his. "Be gentle with me." she said.
Griff laid her back on the couch and undid the laces on her simple dress. As his hands caressed smooth skin and silky hair, her leg hooked over his hip as her hands undid the snaps on his leather garment. Small, soft hands reached in and tenderly combed the down and fur that mingled on Griff's chest. "Ah, Michelle," he gasped, trying to get a hold on his libido. "If this is your first time, you might not want it on a couch."
"I want you, Griff." she purred. "Let me know what it feels like to be a woman!"
"Right then." said Griff with a cheeky smile. "Iron my shirts!"
"What?"
"Oh, never mind." chuckled Griff. "That's one of those jokes that just isn't funny anymore." He pushed the sleeves of her dress down to better expose her. "Jokes aside, love, I can think of ways to pleasure you that won't result in a ruined couch."
"How do you mean...oh!" He was running a hand over her thigh and up her skirt.
"I haven't even gotten to the good part yet." Griff's thumb found Michelle's clit. She squealed with pleasure. "Easy, love." he crooned as she lay back against the arm of the couch, spreading her legs to give him better access. Her cries of pleasure were getting louder. "Dearest," Griff said sweetly. "If you get too loud, people might hear us." Damn, Griff thought. Wish we could snog like humans. A good long kiss would muffle her shouts. However, beaks put paid to that. Griff noticed the remote to the stereo. "Hang on a tic." he said, grabbing the remote. He turned the volume up. The song changed from the soft "Michelle" to the more vigorous "Can't Buy Me Love" Good. All the better to drown out the sound.
Michelle couldn't believe it. Alone, she had always been able to control herself, But now, that fluttery feeling inside her was driving her mad with ecstasy. She was riding a cloud of pleasure she never wanted to come down from. She thrust up against Griff's hand, begging for more. She shouted out in joy as she came, wriggling against his hand.
She's never looked lovelier. Griff thought, nuzzling the face of his spent lover. How erotically beautiful she looked, enjoying herself at his hands. She was shifting about now, reaching up to embrace him. He pulled her close to his bared torso, loving the feel of her in his arms. Her hands were going down and pulling his leather garment even further down. His hard cock was soon exposed to her. "Time I returned a favor." she said, getting on her knees as Griff lay back against the couch. He watched his cock being swallowed by a cream colored beak. He lay back with a half sigh, half groan as her tongue lapped at his length and the song changed to "Eight Days a Week".
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"Michelle" was written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney
"Let It Be" was written by Paul McCartney. Often credited to Lennon/McCartney, but general consenses is it was all McCartney's work. He wrote it about his mother (named Mary) who died of cancer when he was 14.
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