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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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She wakes to find him curled against her, his head lying on her chest and arms wrapped around her. She smiles and gently brushes her hair from his face, letting her fingertips brush against his ear. He shifts and murmurs, one hand tightening on her breast for a moment. Her smile turns wicked and she lets her fingers trail lazily down his ear again, nearly laughing when he shifts again.
She chuckles and lightly touches his ear again, his eyes flying open and glaring up at her. “If you do not stop, you will never leave this bed.”
“What if I don’t want to leave?” She bites her lip and slides her finger down his ear again.
He growls, leaning up on his elbows to kiss her hungrily. She glides her fingers up his back, loving the feel of him pressed against her. He growls again, nipping her neck and running his thumb across her already sensitive nipple. Suddenly a low rumbling sound is heard and his lifts his head, confusion marring his face.
She blushes. “Sorry. I think my stomach has other plans.”
He chuckles, rolling away from her and pulling her with him as he sits up. “Then dinner it is.”
She watches him hungrily as he finds a pair of pajama bottoms in a nearby suitcase and pulls them on. “I haven’t been shopping yet. I don’t know what’s still here to eat.”
“Then we will look.” He turns back and pulls her to her feet, wrapping her in a robe. “I do not plan on getting dressed to go out again until morning.”
“Pot luck!” She chuckles and heads back down the hall towards the kitchen. “Gotta love it!”
He finds frozen juice in the freezer and makes a jug of it while she scrounges in the pantry. She finally emerges, boxes of macaroni and packages of hot dogs in hand. “Macaroni with hot dogs in it sound good?”
He lifts a brow and eyes the macaroni warily. “I do not believe I have ever had that delicacy.”
“Seriously?” Shocked, she steps up to the stove and begins pulling pots out. “Thousands of years and you haven’t tried it yet? What is wrong with you?”
He settles into a nearby chair, watching her. “I have never been to a restaurant or been with anyone who has served it. “
She shakes her head, cutting up the hotdogs as the water starts to boil. “Well, you are eating with us peasants now.” She turns enough to shake a spoon at him. “You’ll eat it or I’ll make you starve.”
He leans back in the chair, showing her how just watching her is making him hungry for other things. “I very much doubt I will starve.”
“Beast.” She mutters, tearing her eyes away and reminding herself she is supposed to be cooking as he laughs at her.
When she is finished, she fills a plate and hands it to him. He lifts a brow, leery of eating the cheesy mass in front of him. She laughs and sits across from him, picking up her fork. He pokes at it, picking only a small bite to try. She shakes her head, eating while waiting for him to begin.
He finally eats his bites and glances up, surprised. “This is good.” He digs in, ignoring her snort of laughter.
Suddenly Eve looks up, hearing the front door open. Owen drops his fork, lunges to his feet, and pushes her back into her chair. She frowns as he lifts a finger to his lips, quieting her.
“Evelyn?” A male voice comes from the livingroom. “Are you here?”
She grins, pushing Owen away enough for her to stand and walk into the living room. “Justin Soaring Eagle you scared me!”
A tall, dark haired man grins back at her and opens his arms to give her a fierce hug. “I missed you, Evelyn. When did you get home?”
“Today.” She steps away and tightens her robe. “It wasn’t a planned trip.”
He looks over her shoulder and finally notices Owen standing in the doorway to the kitchen. “I see.” He nods at Owen. “Will you be staying long enough to see the foals?”
“I hope to.” She holds her hand out to Owen, pulling him close to her. “This is my boyfriend, Owen. I’d like to take him out for a ride in the morning to check on the mares.”
Justin smiles. “Nice to meet you, Owen. I can have Thunder ready for you after morning feeding. Who should I have for Owen to ride?”
She grins, evilly. “Warrior.”
Justin frowns, glancing at Owen. “Are you sure?”
“Trust me, Justin.” She squeezes Owen’s hand. “He can handle him.”
Justin nods and heads back towards the front door. “I will have them in their stalls and ready to be saddled. The mares are in the north pasture.”
“Thanks.” She turns back to Owen, kissing him all over his chest as she feels his muscles relax. “Feel up to a ride?”
He strokes her back. “Of course. Should I be worried about your choice in my mount?”
“Not really.” She laughs at his curious glance at her. “You’ll see in the morning. For now, I’m hungry and ready to finish my food so I can curl up on the couch with you.”
He laughs and leads her back to the kitchen.
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