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Out of the Clear Blue Skye	By : Ginevrasn Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 5677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note/Disclaimer

Here I have restored a scene that was left out of the story's original posting on Gargoyle's fan fiction. This has caused me to restructure my chapters from the original by adding one in the middle. This one is a little short as a result.

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Warnings: Graphic interspecies sex.

Part Four: Consummation

Goliath looked down at her with a look so intense it was nearly frightening. Her heart pounded as he slipped his hands beneath her jacket. A slight frown crossed his brow as he encountered her vest. With more dexterity than she would have expected, he unfastened the vest and slid his hands beneath the soft material of her T-shirt.

Elisa shivered as she felt the heat of his hands and the hard edges of his talons stroking across her ribs and along her spine. When he leaned down to kiss her, she raised her face to him and stood tiptoe, steadying herself against his waist. She could smell a faint musk, unfamiliar, but intoxicating. He kissed her deeply, taking his time. After an eternity he pulled away and looked down on her smiling face. A gentle talon stroked the line of her chin.

Elisa shuddered at the sensation. She opened her eyes and looked up at him again. Suddenly decisive, she shed her jacket and vest, tossing them aside. She paused, suddenly shy. Wanting to feel him, touch him, she began to stroke his ribs, reaching around his sides to stroke his back. His skin was subtly different from a human, more resilient, but soft like fine leather. Goliath stood still, eyes closed, enjoying the attention. When she reached around and stroked beneath the joining of his wings, He gave a low growl and light began to spill from his slit eyes. Afraid she'd done something wrong, Elisa drew back, but Goliath folded her into his embrace.

"Too soon. Too fast. He whispered. Elisa nodded against his chest. He slipped his hands beneath her T-shirt again and began to caress her. Elisa resumed her gentle stroking, careful to avoid his wing joints. She felt hot, yet she shivered beneath his touch. Between them, Elisa felt his hardness. Its size beneath the loincloth gave her pause. Maybe this wasn't going to work after all. Goliath sensed her uncertainty.

"I would never hurt you Elisa." His caresses stopped as he searched her eyes. Elisa smiled and reached for the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over her head and Goliath took it from her. He tossed it next to her jacket. Elisa was glad she'd worn something pretty, the red satin of her bra set off the rich caramel of her skin. Goliath ran his hands along the underside of her breasts then across the tops as if comparing the textures.

Impatient now, Elisa kicked off her shoes and slipped out of her jeans, kicking them in the general direction of her jacket. Goliath rumbled, a sound somewhere between a purr and a growl. Elisa took it as approval and stuck a pose. He surprised her by sweeping her up in his arms.

Goliath carried her effortlessly to a corner where a pile of cushions lay scattered. He lay her down gently and began to massage her shoulders. Elisa leaned into his ministrations. A little coaxing on his part got her to lie on her stomach. His strokes alternated between soothing and caressing. His hands worked down from her shoulders to her toes, touching every inch in between. She turned over to look at him. He began his caressing again, working up from her toes. She sat up and reached for him, stroking his chest and began to fumble with his loincloth.

Goliath chuckled and guided her hands, showing her how the clasp to his belt worked. The cloth fell away and Elisa stared. He was large and the lavender of his skin darkened to purple. He was not so different from the men she had been with, but he was hairless. She reached out to touch him and he groaned at her touch. She wrapped one hand around it. Her fingers did not meet and she wondered again if this would work.

Goliath reached around her and unhooked her bra. He removed it carefully and set it aside. He straddled her in a crouch, a posture uncomfortable to a human, but natural to a gargoyle. He cupped her breasts and carefully traced her nipples with his thumbs. Elisa gave several tentative strokes and his rumbling deepened. He kissed her again, passionately. One hand reached down to pull the red fabric of her panties town to her ankles. Elisa kicked them off. Goliath paused thoughtfully, then shifted position to recline beside her. With one hand he resumed his attentions to her breasts. He kissed her again. She was surprised to feel the stroking of his tail along her legs. He reached down to run his taloned fingers through her curls. His tail wrapped around her leg and pulled it gently. She allowed him to part her legs as he continued to kiss her.

Goliath's tail worked its way higher and began to stroke between her legs. His taloned fingers continued to wander, sometimes causing a jolt of pleasure. Soon she realized he was teasing her. In retaliation, she began to stroke him again, this time with more vigor. He groaned again and his movements became more urgent and less controlled. Finally he lay back and panted. "I surrender."

Elisa grinned and rose to crouch over him. Watching him carefully, she began to lower herself slowly, taking her time. Oh! He was big. She concentrated on relaxing and moved slowly down his shaft. Goliath lay rigid, his talons punching holes into the cushions. His tail came up to wrap around her waist as he groaned again. She could feel his muscles trembling and it excited her, but still she moved slowly. Finally, she rested against him, the fullness was almost painful. Elisa looked down at him and smiled. Goliath was watching her intently with an almost comical expression of passion and concern. Elisa began to move up and down, slowly at first, then as she became more confident she increased her pace. Beneath her, Goliath bucked and panted. He used his tail to steady her movements while his talons continued to mangle the cushions.

Soon she could feel the pressure building. As she got close, she started to moan. Goliath’s eyes were glowing. His rumbling became a steady growl. As the first wave of pleasure crashed over her, he reached for her and held her close. He waited until her shudders ceased, then rose smoothly to his feet, still holding her close. He rested his back against the wall. His wings spread around them both as he used his arms and tail to rock her body against his own. That same intoxicating scent now surrounded her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and added her own efforts.

Once more she rode a wave of pleasure to orgasm, panting against his body until she could breathe again. The third time he did not stop to rest but drove onward, the glow of his eyes illuminating the space between his wings. He threw his head back mingling his roar with her cries as he reached his own climax. Afterward he held her close, his eyes closed, until their pulses began to slow. With a gentle kiss, he put her down.

Elisa's legs trembled with fatigue and she promptly sat down. Goliath sat down beside her and brushed her hair back from her face. He searched her expression for a moment. Elisa yawned.

"It has been a long time..."

"Been a while for me too. I'd say you haven't lost your touch."

Goliath smiled. "You should sleep. It is almost dawn."

"I love you, Goliath."

"I love you as well. Sleep well my love."

As the sun's light reached into the room, turning her lover to stone, Elisa drifted off into a blissful sleep.

It was past noon when Elisa awoke. Goliath's stone figure sat gazing down at her where she had been sleeping. Elisa smiled, remembering fondly the night before, then frowned as she remembered all that had happened.

For all that young Skye seemed to be the unwitting victim; she also seemed to be the focal point. Elisa's cop instincts told her that some investigation was in order. They had been too quick to accept her, too willing to let her dodge questions. Who was this Skye anyway?

Elisa searched the female's room first. In the month she had been there she had transformed the small room into a shrine to her favorite pop groups. A closet held her collection of clothes, mostly jeans and T-shirts. Cosmetics and hair ribbons were strewn across the top of a dresser. A stereo, CD-rack, and a couple of bean-bag chairs completed the furnishings. A thorough search found nothing, not even an address or photo of the woman who raised her. In fact, there was nothing at all of a personal nature, no diaries, no letters, no photos, nothing. The room was more like a movie set than a place a teenager actually lived in, something was not right.

Thinking back to that first night, she remembered the clothes that Skye had been wearing. Elisa had forgotten them; they were still sitting in a laundry basket, waiting to be washed. With one last fond look at Goliath, she left for her apartment.

The clothes were just where she had left them. She checked the pockets of the gargoyle's jeans. At last, pay dirt! A small notebook held some random notes and sketches, a few phone numbers and addresses. She also found some photographs and a news clipping.

One photograph showed a laughing Skye in a white bathing suit. She was sitting at the edge of a pool wringing water out of her hair. Another photo showed a teenage girl standing in a formal pose against a neutral background. Placing the photos side by side, she could see an amazing resemblance. The human girl even wore the same three braids on the left side.

The newspaper clipping added another dimension to the mystery. It was a news story about Nightstone Unlimited's involvement with teenage runaways. It showed about twenty youngsters posed around Dominique Destine. No names were given, but Elisa thought she recognized the dark-haired girl in the back row. The one who stood with Dominique's arm about her shoulder was the same girl as in the photo. The same girl who looked like a certain gargoyle.

When Skye awoke, there would be questions to ask. Meanwhile, Elisa would see if she could identify the human. The most logical place to start would be the shelter.

The counselor at the shelter wasn't terribly helpful, but she did suggest that Elisa speak to the girl's roommate, Kimber. Kimber was a tall, strikingly attractive young African-American. Elisa found her checking her make-up in her dresser mirror.

"Kimber? I'm Detective Elisa Maza, NYPD. I wanted to talk to you about your roommate."

"China? Whatever it is, she didn't do it."

"No. I mean Skye."

"Oh. She left a while back."

Elisa moved aside to allow a tiny, porcelain doll of a girl slip through the door. The second girl sat quietly on a bunk and watched with dark eyes. If Kimber was sixteen or seventeen, her roommate looked all of thirteen, maybe fourteen.

"That's what I came here to talk to you about."

"What about it?"

"Do you have any idea why she left or where she came from?"

"She was pretty quiet. Nice girl I guess, but not friendly. You know how it is. You're 'in' or you're 'out.' China and me, we're 'in.' Skye was 'out.'"

"How's that? You mean she wasn't popular?"

"Well, we were all interns at Nightstone right? Shannon, China, Miranda, and me, we're friends, see? Shannon's pretty big around here. She didn't like Skye much and... Well, Shannon's Shannon." Kimber glanced at her roommate nervously. Elisa got the feeling she was afraid the other girl would repeat her conversation.

"Hey! You guys ready yet?" Another girl, this one showing Polynesian ancestry in her face and figure, poked her head in the door.

"Just a minute, 'Randa. Detective Maza is here."

"Oh!" The girl withdrew hastily. She returned a moment later trailing behind an imperious red-head.

"What's going on here? We're going to be late for group! Who are you?" If the girl's rapid-fire delivery was intended to unsettle Elisa, it didn't work. But, her tone had a visible effect on Kimber and China. They looked vaguely guilty and stood in postures that resembled military "attention."

"I'm here to find out what happened to the girl called 'Skye.' I'm Detective Maza."

"We don't know anything. She bugged out right after they put our picture in the paper. Afraid Mommy and Daddy were gonna come haul her back to the trailer park or something."

"Do you know anything about her parents? Or where she came from?"

"No. She did her thing, we did ours. Right?" Her glance flickered across each of her friends' faces.

"Right." The girls chorused, Kimber maybe a half beat behind the others.

"Come on ladies. Let's go. That is, if it's all right with you... Detective." Her tone was just short of insulting. The girls moved to leave, Kimber falling behind to grab her purse.

Elisa took the opportunity to hand the girl a business card. "Look. Anything you can tell me might help. Skye's in some trouble and I need to find her parents. To help her."

"It's a bad idea to get on Shannon's bad side. She can be really nasty if she doesn't like you. She got ticked at Skye." The teenager used her fingers to count off reasons. "Because One, Skye was the only white girl around here prettier than she is and two, Skye was Ms. Destine's pet intern. Oh and three, she wouldn't take Shannon's crap the way the rest of us do. I thought maybe Shannon finally ran her off."

"No, I don't think that's what happened."

Kimber shrugged. "I don't know. Ummm... She wrote a postcard to somebody named Brown once, but I didn't get a good look at it. She was real big on privacy, you know. I kind of liked her though. I hope she's O.K."

"Well, when I catch up to her, I'll let her know that you were concerned."

"No problem. I gotta run. Dr. Thompson will be mad if we're late for our session."

"Bye. Oh, and don't let that girl run your life for you."

"Don't worry. I just let her think she does." Kimber tossed a grin over her shoulder as she hurried to catch up to her friends.

Elisa had more questions than ever. And very few answers. She headed back to the Eyrie Building to wait for sunset.

To be continued....
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