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Seven Nights Down Under	By : SilverSpider Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 1718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Gargoyles, and I do not make any money from these writings.

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Author's Note: So yeah I know, I've been gone a little while. I was in London for a little over a week with no access to the internet and limited access to a computer, but the good news is that the next chapter of this is already in progress. Again, since this is a night chapter, it has a hard R or NC-17 rating attached to it, though I'd like to think I'm being tasteful with my sex scenes. Enjoy and please review!

Night 2
Beauty

It did not take her long to figure out that their destination was the city's great arch bridge, the Sydney Harbor Bridge. By the time they were at the mouth it was well past nine and behind them the nighttime city was alight. Robyn made an effort not to glance back at it until they reached whatever spot he was leading her to. They were at the halfway point on the right side when he stopped and pointed across the water.

The sight was indeed breathtaking. With the contours of th arching rooftops traced with light, the whole structure reflected off the bay and cast an odd sort of magical feel on the city. It was a strange word to use for such a modern metropolis as Sydney, but it was the first thing she thought off. A singularly perfect weave of technology and enchantment.

The wind from the bay picked up a little, and she reached into the pocket of her skirt to pull out a rubber band. Once her hair was firmly tied back and out of her face, Robyn leaned on the railing. It was not lost on her that her guide spent more time looking at her than at the opera house, but she spent a few more minutes purposefully focused on the scene before her.

“Enjoying the view?” she finally asked tilting her head to look at him from the side.

“I've seen it,” his tone was nonchalant. “View's much better from where I'm standin' .”

“Is it now?” Robyn smiled coyly.

Coming from anyone else such a cliché line would have made her roll her eyes and pointedly tell her date to have a good night, but she had asked and he answered truthfully instead of bumbling for some lame excuse about where his attention was really focused. She found the honesty refreshing. Seeing that his comment had pleased her, he smiled as well.

“But if we're talking about the opera house, really the best is from up there,” he pointed at the top of the arch above them. “There are tours that climb up across the top during the day, but I didn't know if you'd be up for it.”

Robyn eyed the metal beams that made up the massive arches, wondering just what the bay and city would look like from that high up. The view was wonderful as it was, but she imagined it would be even more so from that hight. Her companion must have seen something in her face because he gave a little smile.

“We could go now,” he suggested wryly. “Course that's if you're in the mood t' get arrested.”

“I'll pass,” she chuckled and turned her eyes back to the opera house. “The view is lovely from here. The architecture is quite incredible. It's a shame what goes on inside bores me to tears.” Realizing she might have just unintentionally insulted the famous landmark, Robyn waved her hand dismissively. “I've never been a fan of opera. Maybe as an alternative to sleeping tablets, but not as a form of entertainment.”

Instead of being offended, he laughed. “Who was cruel enough to drag you t' that?”

“My father. He took all three of us to see a production of Faust when we were in Paris once. Five acts of nonstop singing. In French, no less. My little brother was asleep before the end of the first act. I managed to hold out till the third.”

“Impressive,” Dingo replied as if they were discussing a very serious matter. “Guess it's lucky I never actually been t' one myself. What do you prefer?”

“Anything but opera,” Robyn laughed. “I like modern dramatic performances, most of Shakespeare's works, except maybe “Romeo and Juliet”. “Much ado About Nothing” is my favorite comedy and “Hamlet”, my favorite tragedy.”

“Classics,” he thought of his own choices then finally said. “I'm gonna go with the histories, though. “Henry IV, Part 2”.”

Robyn gave him a curious look.

“What? Thought I don't read?” he challenged.

“No, it's just that most people would have picked the first part. Why that one?”

“Character growth,” he said simply. Anyone who had read the play would have known exactly what he was talking about.

“Fair enough,” she said glancing back at the opera house.

“It might have somethin' t' your taste,” Dingo offered with a nod in the same direction, “if you wanna go just t' be able to say you've been there.”

The part about going with him remained unspoken, but she understood. For some unimaginable reason it made Robyn feel a little sad. She released a light sigh and curled her fingers on the railing, feeling his eyes on her again. The metal was cool, and Robyn allowed herself to focus on the feel for a few minutes before finally responding.

“Don't you have anything better to do than show a foreigner around?”

It had come out harsher than she had intended. Or on second thought, maybe not. She realized that maybe she had intended to offend him or scare him off with her abrasiveness. Then she could return to her typical solitary vacation, and this day would be just a pleasant memory. But if that had really been her intention, conscious or not, it had not worked. The man shrugged his shoulders.

“Not really. Like I said, I just made it back myself an' still figurin' things out. Pretty sure I can spare however long you're here.”

“A week,” it was just as much a reminder to herself as it was a reply to him. “Six days now, I suppose.”

“So let's hang together,” he offered. “I think we had a pretty good time today.”

“Aye,” a little specific Scottish slipped into her speech.

The truth was that Robyn could not remember the last time she had let herself relax so much. What was the harm in letting herself spend the rest of her vacation with this man? It was not like she'd ever see him again, but in the meantime why should she not enjoy herself? She would no doubt get more out of the trip with a local as a guide, plus... Robyn smirked a little and turned back to him, leaning back against the railing.

“How long would you say it'd take us to get back to the hotel?”

Dingo, not expecting the question, quickly did the math in his head. “ 'Round this time? Probably 'bout an hour and a half.”

“Ah, then I hope there's some late-night drugstore open around there, because I doubt there's one in the Rocks.”

She started back towards the shore they had left, and Dingo watched her in bewilderment, his look clearly asking what she needed at a drugstore. Robyn turned, walking backwards for a moment as she faced him with a sly grin on her face.

“I like to live dangerously, but one night of unprotected sex is plenty dangerous for this little venture,” she declared. “So unless you have a secret stash somewhere, we need condoms. About six nights' worth.”

The only clue that he was surprised was a slight rise in his brows over his sparkling eyes.

“Is that in way of payment or fee for my services as a guide?” Dingo asked mischievously as he followed her.

“Oh,” Robyn pretended to think. “It's definitely payment. At least tonight.”

* * * * * * * * * *

If there was one thing Dingo could say for this woman, it would be that she was not subtle. The college aged young man must have just come in on the graveyard shift at the 24/7 pharmacy across the street from their motel when they passed through the automatic doors at five minutes past eleven. He was bleary-eyed and looked more than a little started when the tall blond walked over and asked where the contraceptives were. The kid, having trouble tuning into her accent, looked like he was about to ask for a clarification but got it before she could get annoyed.

“Isles 3. All the way in the back,” he blurted.

Robyn headed in the indicated direction in long strides. She had the gate of a soldier, direct and purposeful, despite the obvious feminine allure of her body. Dingo watch for half a heartbeat then, winking at the kid across the counter as if sharing a shared male understanding, followed her. It did not bother him in the least that the young man just stared in bewilderment. He would understand some day that when a woman like that walked into a man's life, for however brief a time, and told him they needed condoms, he did not question his fortune.

When he reached the back isle, she was already holding a box in hand ready to head back to the cashier. Dingo immediately noticed two things; one good, one not so much. The good news was that the box was as big as it came without falling into the wholesale category. The bad... He snatched it from her hands and made a point to put it back on the shelf and pick up a different one. Robyn raised a single brow.

“Have an awful high opinion of yourself, do you?”

“If you have any memory lapses from last night, I'd be more than happy to remind you that those,” he pointed at the box he had just set down, “won't do much good. 'Sides I think I know my cock better than you do, sweetheart.”

A different woman might have been startled by the crude language. Robyn merely took that as a valid argument. “We'll see to that.”

Dingo was firm in his impression that she intended to lead this dance, and he did not mind letting her. He did not argue when she led him to her hotel room, shut the door behind them, and with a firm push directed him towards the bed. He sank down at the foot without bothering to pull off the top covers and had just enough time to shed his jeans and shoes before she walked back to him, still fully clothed save for her sandals which lay discarded at the door. He propped himself up on his elbows, ready to help speed up the process, but she pushed him back down, not too gently.

“I told you tonight's payment,” she admonished and produced one of the silvery packets from the box they had just purchased. “Just lie back and relax.”

Again, Dingo did not protest but was more than a little surprised when something warm and wet covered his already half-erect shaft, and it was definitely not her cunt. He jerked involuntarily, but she pushed him down again and continued to work her magic. Dingo swallowed hard, his eyes rolling back, hands threading through her long blond hair. Good God, the things this woman did with her mouth... He was lost in the liquid heat, feeling himself grow at every stroke of her tongue.

Time seemed to stretch on forever, but eventually his cock twitched. If she kept this up, the night would be very short-lived, and he was determined that he be not the only one enjoying it. His fingers tightened in her hair, urging her up lightly. She finally moved, but not before giving his head a little extra attention. He forced his eyes open to watch as she unceremoniously stepped out of her skirt and plane practical white panties and straddled his hips, the heat and wetness of her rubbing tantalizingly against his length.

“Shirt off,” he demanded, tugging the edge of her tank top upwards.

She pulled it off in one smooth motion, baring her firm creamy white breasts for him to admire. Before she could protest, he pushed himself up just enough to take a rosy tip into his moth, alternating between licking and blowing warm air on it until it puckered. His hands roamed across her torso as he lavished the other peak with the same attention until she moaned softly.

Robyn leaned forward, lips hovering above his. Their tongues dueled for a few moment, but he eventually relented, letting her do as she pleased, and, oh, did she ever. Her mouth was making a good effort of distracting him from what was going on bellow, but he could not have missed her hand at the base of his cock, guiding him within her body. Her hand remained there, even as she began to move. They had not bothered with the lights, but he could feel her body slide along his, creating a wonderful friction everywhere their flesh touched.

Almost no words passed between them, yet the room was far from quiet, saturated with the recognizable sounds of sex. Hardly able to form anything akin to coherent thought at the moment, Dingo still wondered what it would be like to have her really let go until she writhed and begged for completion. Certainly an appealing image, one that nearly sent him over the edge, and he made a silent promise to make it a reality before their time was up.

Despite the lack of any particularly loud evidence of it, Robyn was certainly not neglecting her own pleasure. Her right hand roamed all over his body, feeling his muscles tighten just under the warm skin at her touch. She loved how solid he felt, loved the feel of his hands cupping her breasts before they moved to her hips to assist the rhythm they had fallen into, even if that rhythm was quickly deteriorating as both approached climax. He shifted a little beneath her, changing the angle at which they came together, reaching deeper inside. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip involuntarily, basing herself against him with her free hand.

“Good?” she barely recognized his voice through their mutual haze of arousal.

“Was... supposed to be... for you,” she managed, though not without a nod.

The horse sound must have been his attempt at laughter. “You think I'm not enjoying this?”

He gave several harder faster thrusts as if in proof of just how much he was. It was enough to send them both over the edge within minutes, though neither could say who really came first. All Robyn remembered was her nails digging into his shoulder as his own fingers left dimples in the flesh at her hips. They were motionless for a full minute, simply focused on the feeling of being joined, then she released the breath she did not even realize she was holding and slowly released him.

Dingo rolled over, disposing of the condom in the wast bin near the bedside table. It was lucky that it was within his reach, because getting up was the last thing he wanted to do. A glance over at his partner told him she was equally satisfied. He could not see her well, but the feel of her mouth on his was unmistakable. It was a different kind of kiss, less enticing but rather almost soothing somehow. A seal of confirmation of a night well spent.

“Paid in full?” she asked, grinning against his lips.

“No complaints here,” he nipped her bottom lip lightly. “In fact, I might owe you change.”

“Ah, then it's a good thing we have five more nights.”
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