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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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It takes the whole day for them to check on the rest of the mares, many who have already had foals. Puck delights in watching her fawn over each foal. Eve strokes and talks to each foal and its mother, making sure all is well before heading to the next. He waves her away from a few mares who keep their foals back as they approach, seeing that small glint of horn just before the foal disappears behind its mother. She glares at him at first, but when he taps his forehead, understanding blossoms and she quickly moves them on.
They reach the outer most barns finally as dusk falls. She glances back just as he changes back to Owen. “That will always take me off guard.”
He smiles and waves at the buildings. “Would you rather I not change and perhaps been seen by someone?”
“No.” She dismounts and leads them to the stalls. “It would lead to too many questions.”
She silently strips the tack from Thunder and begins to brush him down. Owen watches her as he does the same to Warrior. He can tell she is troubled by the way she bites at her lip. “You’re thinking too hard. Tell me what is brewing in there before you start a fire.”
She stops brushing and folds her arms on Thunder’s back, leaning again him. “So many foals.” She sees him nod, understanding which ones she is meaning. “I’ve never seen one before now and suddenly almost every 3^rd mare has one. Why?”
“I have many theories but I cannot say for sure.” He sets the brush down and allows Warrior out of the stall. “I can say that you have made a haven here, a place where they will be safe.”
She sighs, letting Thunder join Warrior out in the paddock. “Are you sure? Sometimes I feel like it’s not enough.”
He gathers her into his arms. “It is. For now you will have to trust me on this.”
“Ok.” She kisses him, hands sliding up his shirt.
He deepens the kiss, pressing her closer when a large grumbling sound interrupts them. He lifts a brow, gazing down at her reddening face. “I do believe your stomach protests too much.” She giggles as he scoops her up into his arms, carrying her back to the house.
Owen stares into the nearly empty fridge, frowning. Two cases of beer, a bag of chips, and six turkey sandwiches are all that reside there, making him wonder at the choice of food. Eve walks up and snatches a beer bottle and sandwich, smiling at him.
“Justin’s idea of dinner.” She takes a bite of the sandwich and opens the beer. “He knows I usually don’t take time to food shop before checking on everything so he always brings by a few sandwiches so I don’t starve.”
“And the beer?” He grabs one and pops the top.
“It’s the only time I ever drink usually.” She winks. “Sorry it’s not anything stronger.”
“There is nothing wrong with a good beer or lager.” He quickly downs the first bottle. “Mead is far better.”
She grins as he opens another. “Well don’t drink it too fast. I would hate for you to get drunk and crazy on me.”
He downs the second as fast as the first. “And what makes you think I would do such a thing?”
She stares at him in shock as he opens a third bottle. “Since I’ve never seen you really sloshed, I can’t say what you would do.” She opens the fridge and hands him a sandwich. “At least eat something.”
He gazes at her as he takes a bite. “As you wish.”
She laughs as she grabs the chips. “You are going to be wasted by the end of that bottle.”
“I think not.” He glances at the bottle, taking another bite to make her happy. “It would take more than this for that to happen.”
“Prove it.” She grins wickedly at him.
He opens the fridge and grabs out three more bottles. “Alright. I’ll accept that challenge.”
She follows him into the livingroom, settling down on the couch next to him. “You’re seriously gonna drink those?”
“Absolutely.” He pulls her closer. “Afraid I will pass out on you?”
“More like counting on it.” She grins and sips her own beer. “Just wondering if you are going to dance around the house naked first.”
“You wish.” He chuckles, gently stroking her arm. “I have other plans in mind.”
“Oh?” She turns, resting her head against his neck. “Do I want to know?”
“Thought I might draw you a bath before bed.” He kisses her. “Maybe wash your hair for you again.”
“We’ll see.” She laughs, burrowing into her arms. “I’d hate for you to drown.”
Two hours and seven beers later, Owen stares down at the bathtub filled with lavender bubbles. Candles carefully placed around the room give it its only light. His lips twitch up as he realizes the fit David would have if he saw him in a room with romantic things placed everywhere. He swigs the last bit from his seventh bottle, still as sober as the moment he started drinking. He flips the lights off as he hears Eve approaching, waiting for her reaction.
Eve opens the door and stops in her tracks, eyes scanning the room. Her mouth drops open in surprise as she steps closer to the tub. She doesn’t hear him close the door behind her or drop his clothes on the floor. She leans over, running her hand through the bubbles and nearly jumps out of her skin when he places his hands on her waist.
“I thought you were joking about the bath.” She straightens and smiles.
He slowly strips her of her clothes, tasting her skin as he nips and licks. “I never joke about a chance to touch you.”
She closes her eyes, enjoying the way his lips trail farther down her body as he moves his way down. When he finally has her naked, he lifts her into his arms and steps into the tub, immersing them as he settles into it. She giggles, letting him scoot her around until she is close enough for him to brush up against as he begins to lather her up. She purrs as his hands glide along her skin. He washes every inch of her, never saying a word. She feels him tilt her head back, water pouring through her hair as he rinses it. The warmth of the water and gentle caresses of his hands have her feeling soothed and hot for more. He finally pulls her into his lap, letting her feel how aroused she has made him.
He lifts her chin, looking deep into her eyes. “Marry me.”
Believing he’s more than a bit tipsy, she giggles. He lowers his mouth to hers, kissing her passionately. When she finally catches her breath from such a thorough kiss, she sees him gazing intently at her again. “What?”
“You didn’t answer me.” He runs his thumb along her lips. “Will you marry me?”
“You want an answer right now when you are asking me after you’ve had seven beers?” She lifts a brow, still believing he is jesting.
“Does it matter how much I’ve had to drink?” He pulls her closer. “Sober or not, I want to be with you for the rest of our lives. Please say you will marry me.”
She sighs, believing he won’t remember this moment. “Yes, I will marry you.”
He captures her mouth again, holding her tight against him. She moans against his lips, moving until she is straddling him. She lowers herself onto him, riding him slowly at first. He kisses along her neck, shoulders, and breasts, whispering endearments softly in a language she doesn’t understand. The water sloshes around them, threatening to spill over onto the floor as he thrusts up to meet her as she comes down. Using his hands, he pushes her father down onto his shaft as she begins to tighten around him. She gasps, leaning back and taking him in deeper. He growls low, feeling her start to spasm around him, and pulls her into another kiss. His lips drown out her whimpers and cries as she cums hard. He slows, letting her catch her breath before lifting them both out of the water and carrying her back to the bedroom.
Heedless of how wet they are, he lays her down on the edge of the bed and pulls her legs up over his shoulders. He buries himself deep inside her again, enjoying the view as he takes her hard again. When he feels her orgasm hit again, he stops only long enough to roll her over onto her stomach and start again.
Eve braces against him, her voice becoming ragged as she screams out in pleasure. Her mind becomes oblivious to anything except his hands touching and stroking her as he slides in and out of her very wet pussy. She nearly passes out from pleasure overload when he stops, pulling her up into his arms again.
He chuckles at her glazed eyes and lifts her higher onto the bed, settling down next to her. She feels how hard he still is against her leg and whimpers softly. “I’m not done with you yet.” He waits until her breathing has become more normal before sliding between her legs again. She moans, arching into him as he enters her an inch at a time.
“Repeat what I say.” He whispers in her ear as he begins to thrust slowly again. She digs her nails into his back, trying to keep half of her mind on the foreign words as the other half dives into pleasurable oblivion. His thrusts come faster and she feels him harden further as she speaks the words back to him. Finally she screams out the last word and he arches, thrusting hard as he fills her at last.
Panting, he pulls her into his arms. “I am yours until you break my bonds.” He whispers to her as she begins to drift to sleep.
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