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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 steps out of the bathroom, flipping off the light and sending the bedroom into darkness again. She quietly pads across the room, not wanting to wake the sleeping figure on the bed barely illuminated by moonlight. She smiles down at him, noticing how differently he sleeps as himself compared to when he is Owen. As Owen he lays on his side, curling around his left hand as if to protect it. As Puck he sprawls across the bed, arms stretched above his head and one leg bent to the side. She reaches out lightly stroking the hair spread out around him. Her smile turns to a wicked grin as she gently crawls back onto the bed.
She reaches out, picking up the scarves and slowly winds one around each of his wrists. She ties the other to the first, fastening it to the headboard. She glances down, noticing his brows have drawn down in his sleep. She crawls back down the bed, gently making her way between his legs. She licks her lips, eyeing her prize as it lies against his leg. She leans down, raking her tongue first across one side of his flaccid shaft and then back down the other.
He mumbles in his sleep, shifting more towards her exploring tongue. She grins, glancing up at his sleeping face as she begins to lick and suck on his sack. With a sharp intake of breath, he stretches and tries to sit up. The scarves tying his hands stop him and she feels his whole both suddenly tense beneath her. His eyes fly open and he begins to struggle with the scarves.
She quickly licks him again, stilling his hands for a moment. His eyes shift down to her, whites showing his distress. She bites her lip, slowly stroking his half hard shaft. “Don’t you trust me?” She whispers.
He slowly starts to relax, realizing she didn’t mean to scare him. “I do but this is not exactly my favorite position to be woken up in.”
She runs her tongue along his shaft again, swirling it along the head. “I didn’t tie it that good. You can get out if you stop pulling.”
He leans his head back, trying to not groan in pleasure. “If you wanted to have your wicked way with me, all you had to do was ask.”
“I’m not in the mood to ask.” Her eyes hood as she grazes her teeth along the sensitive head, cupping his balls with her free hand.
He closes his eyes, a soft moan escaping his lips. His fingers tighten on his bonds, quickly forgetting his momentary fear. She opens her mouth, slowly taking him inch by inch. His hips buck, trying to force his way inside faster. She pushes him back down, reproach in her eyes. He looks down, watching his shaft disappear as she slides her tight lips down.
She soon finds her pace, enjoying the feel of him deep in her mouth and the sounds he is making. She massages his balls, feeling him grow even harder. She seeks out their bond, barely feeling his emotions leaking through. She moans in pleasure as she feels him getting closer and closer to cumming. He tries squirming under her again but she pushes him back down again.
“Kitten, please.” He moans out, trying again to shift under her.
She stops, gazing hungrily back at him. “Please, what?”
“Please stop, Eve.” He gasps as she licks him all over again. “I want to be inside you.”
She smiles wickedly at him. “This time you are mine and I plan on tasting you.”
He closes his eyes, moaning as she takes him in her mouth again. He is already close to exploding and knowing she wants it only brings him that much closer. She takes him even deeper, her lips touching the base of his shaft. When her nails begin to slide along his sack, he cannot take anymore. With a growl, he fills her mouth with his seed.
The first splash against her throat surprises her but she soon begins to swallow as much as she can handle. Still more seeps from her lips and down her chin as he finally stops cumming. She leans back enough to lick him clean, enjoying the sound of his soft gasps. She sits up finally, wiping the trail from her chin and licking her fingers clean. She sees him staring hungrily at her and can’t help but smile back.
“Hmm…maybe I should do that again.” She starts to crawl up his body, softly kissing him all over along the way.
She doesn’t notice he’s gotten out of the scarves until she is suddenly flipped over and pinned down on the bed. He kisses her passionately. “I can smell how wet you are. I’m not about to let you go back to sleep without taking care of you first.”
She chuckles as he trails nips and kisses down her stomach, hitting her ticklish spots. She buries her fingers in his hair, trying to pull him away when he finds a ticklish spot. He nips her hip, holding her down when she squeaks in surprise and tries to wiggle away. With a mischievous stare, he lowers his head and begins to lick her folds. She gasps, fingers brushing against the tips of his ears as they run through his hair.
He growls low, suckling her clit as she throws her head back and moans loudly. He slides a finger deep inside her, stroking her as he licks and sucks her. Her hips arch towards him, hands holding his head just where she wants him. He feels her tighten around his fingers and he growls again. With a gasp, she soaks his hand and tries to not pull his hair as her body spasms. He crawls back up her body, licking his fingers before kissing her again.
She can taste herself on his tongue and deepens the kiss. He wraps her in his arms, pulling her close as he kisses her until she has to stop for breath. He leans his forehead against hers, grinding his hips against her. She laughs, slapping his shoulder.
“Stop that.” She pecks him on the lips. “I know you need more time than that.”
He rolls over, keeping her tucked against him in his arms. “Tonight I do. I am out of shape.”
She slaps at his arm again before snuggling closer. “Old man.”
He kisses her temple, stroking her back lightly to soothe her to sleep.
Eve leans against the kitchen table, sipping her tea and trying to wake her foggy brain. She shifts, feeling her body ache in places that have never ached before. She smiles at the memory of last night as the sound of light steps comes closer. She looks up and chuckles at the sight of Fox’s tasseled hair and scruffy clothes.
“Rough night?” She lifts a brow and offers Fox a cup of coffee.
“No rougher than yours.” Fox sips her coffee and sighs in content. “I do think you need to sound proof your room a little better before you have company again.”
Eve blushes. “Um, sorry.”
Fox grins at her and lifts her cup in salute. “Don’t be. I like it when David gets that worked up.” She takes another sip, eyeing Eve critically. “So? Did it get worked out?”
Eve blush deepens. “You could say that.”
Fox laughs, enjoying Eve’s embarrassment as Owen walks in. He scoops her into his arms, kissing her until she can’t breathe. She finally pushes him away and slaps at his arm. “You are a brat.”
His lips twitch up as he pours his own cup of coffee. “You keep calling me that. I’d like to know what your basis of comparison is.”
David steps in and hugs Fox close to him. “Everyone is fed. The horses here are gorgeous. I’d love to have a few back home so we could ride.”
Eve grabs a skillet, setting it on the stove. “I’m not sure that would be a good idea. I don’t know if any of them would leave. I’d have to ask them.”
“You’ve lost me.” David frowns, glancing at Owen for help. “Ask them?”
Owen hands her a carton of eggs and reaches for a bowl. “Fae bred horses. Eve didn’t know either until I told her.”
“Wow.” Fox sets her cup down and pulls a loaf of bread closer, setting up the toaster next to her. “I can see how that could be a problem.”
“I’m afraid my sister would like to keep their existence a secret.” He whisks the eggs in the bowl as Eve pulls out the bacon.
“Then I will respect her wishes.” David settles down in a chair, watching as the three of them work around each other easily.
Fox glances at him, seeing his amused expression. “What?”
“I never realized until this moment how well the three of you work together.” He takes the cup Fox hands him. “Owen and I can almost finish each others' sentences but that’s because we’ve been around each other so long.”
Eve looks up from the skillet, glaring at Owen. “Are you doing it again?”
He glances away, pouring the eggs into another skillet. “Doing what?”
“Don’t play coy with me.” She growls, pulling the bacon out and lay it on a plate. “If you’re not gonna keep it open for me too then I don’t want it open at all. It’s not fair to me.”
“Very well.” He opens the bond enough for her to feel him without getting overwhelmed but still doesn’t look up at her.
She stiffens next to him, feeling his slight fear of her pushing him away. “Quit freaking out on me.”
David glances between them, confused. He sees Owen calmly scrambling the eggs while Eve frowns down at her bacon. “If this is Owen freaking out, I would hate to see a full blown panic attack.”
Fox steps over to him and lightly touches his shoulder. “Hush, David. For once, stay out of it.”
Eve turns off the burner and carries the plate to the table. “If only you knew what all goes on behind that cool exterior.”
Owen snort in amusement and scoops the eggs onto another plate. He finally looks up at her, his cool exterior nearly breaking. She stares back, letting him feel everything. After a few moments, he sighs softly. “Ok.”
She steps over and takes the plate from him, never breaking eye contact. “Just don’t use it as a crutch. That will get you in as much trouble as blocking me out will. We need to get to know each other more but not through just that. I don’t want any misunderstandings.” She finally steps away, setting the plate on the table as well. “I don’t want you getting all worked up the next time I see Justin and you realize I have feelings for him.” She glances at him under her lashes to see him stiffen for a moment. “I do love him but only as a sister would a brother. Would you be able to tell the difference?”
“Is he hot?” Fox smirks.
Owen lifts a brow at Fox, lips twitching up for a moment. “Yes, he is and no, I would not be able to tell. At least now I know and won’t turn him into anything.”
“You better not or I’ll cut you off.” Eve pulls him to a seat and pushes him down into it. “Besides, who else is gonna run this place while I’m gone?”
He lifts his fork, sighing softly again. “You have a valid point. I promise to behave.”
David makes a cracking whip motion at Owen and gets eggs flipped back at him in response.
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