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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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Slowly they feed her magic, a little at a time, until she finally wakes. She blinks her eyes, groaning softly at the pounding in her head. She feels Puck’s arms tighten slightly around her and she stiffens, not knowing who is holding her. He gently brushes the hair at her temples, soothing her.
“It is alright, My Dear.” His voice purrs softly in her ear. “We are in your room and everything is fine.”
“Is it?” She turns in his arms, blinking to clear her foggy eyes. “What happened? All I remember is being really mad at someone.”
He chuckles softly, kissing her forehead. “You were more than mad and I can’t say he didn’t deserve it but yes, everything is fine.” His lips twitch up at her confused look. “You really don’t remember, do you?”
“No.” She struggles to sit up, the room slightly moving in her vision. “Should I?”
“Then I will tell you but you have to stay calm or I will have to drain your magic and put you to sleep again.” He helps her to sit up, pulling her back into his arms.
“Ok.” She frowns, letting his warmth relax her. “I’ll try.”
“Justin took issue with the fact we are getting married.” He watches her closely, slowly opening the bond between them. “He wanted you to leave me.” When he sees her confusion grow, he sighs and decides to tell her all of it. “When talking didn’t work, he kissed you.”
“He did what?!” Her eyes narrow in anger.
“Eve, what did I warn you about?” He tsks at her, giving her the chance to rein in her anger. “Must I put you back to sleep?”
She closes her eyes, forcing herself to calm down. “No. I’ll get it under control.” She breathes slowly for a moment and then opens her eyes. “What did you do to him?”
“Not enough if you ask me.” Titania’s voice purrs from the doorway. Eve glances over and sees her watching them with a slight smile touching her lips. “But then again, my brother has been around humans far longer than I have and has learned a bit of compassion.” She strolls into the room and claims the chair by the window again. “He took the boy to the only person here who will judge him fairly I’m afraid.”
Eve turns back to Puck, slight fear coursing through her. “Grandmother Willow?”
“Yes.” His head dips down, wondering again if he had made the right decision.
“But then he will know about her, the people living here, the horses….” She trails off, glancing between Puck and Titania. “What else are you not telling me?”
“He already knows.” Puck looks up, gazing straight into her eyes. “He figured it out the moment he saw me change so I could keep you from going nuclear on him.”
Shocked, she stares at him and tries to wrap her mind around the implications. “So what now?”
“We wait for her decision.” Titania lifts her book again and props her feet up. “Until then, you need rest and food. I am sure you are feeling the effects of low magic by now.”
“I guess I am.” She sighs, rubbing her temples and wishing her headache would go away so she can think straight. “Nothing a few Advil’s and some soup wouldn’t cure.”
“Then if you are feeling well enough, My Brother can help you to the kitchen where soup awaits.” Titania gazes down at her book, turning a page. “I will wait here until you are well enough to be on your own.”
“Ok.” Eve slowly gets to her feet, letting Puck help her as much as possible.
They stop several times between the bedroom and the kitchen, letting her vertigo pass before moving on again. He gently lowers her into a chair before rushing off to fill a bowl with soup. She closes her eyes, the sounds of his movement around the room almost too loud for her to bear. She feels him take her hands and settle them around a bowl. She opens her eyes to see him staring anxiously back at her.
“Am I really that bad off that she needs to stay?” She sips at the soup, suddenly feeling ravenous.
“Yes and no.” He watches her drop her soup and start gulping the soup straight from the bowl. “You are bad enough to still need us to feed you magic but her staying here is for my protection as well. “
“What do you mean?” She pushes the empty bowl away, looking for more.
He gets up and refills it, setting it before her again. “If I am the only one to give you magic, after a while you will deplete me enough that it would be dangerous. With her help, neither of us are so low that we cannot protect you against someone who would try to harm you in your weakened condition.”
She blinks at the suddenly empty bowl, not remembering eating it. “Oh. I guess it makes sense.” Her eyes start to droop and a yawn stretches her mouth.
His lips twitch up and helps her stand. “Time for another nap.” He scoops her up into his arms, carrying her back down the hall.
Titania looks up from her book and sees Puck carrying Eve back in, laying her gently down on the bed. He chuckles softly, seeing Eve already fast asleep. Tucking the covers around her, he glances up to see Titania watching him intently again. “What is on your mind, Sister?”
She lifts a brow as he curls around Eve protectively. “Nothing more than how charming it is to see the care you take with her.”
He rolls his eyes as he settles down next to her, knowing there is more than she is telling. He closes his eyes, resting until she wakes again.
He stretches out, one hand reaching towards Eve. His hand feels only empty bed, causing him to panic. He swiftly sits up, looking around the room and finding it empty. His panic grows and he leaps out of bed, nearly ripping the door from the frame in his haste to find her. A soft singing stops him halfway down the hallway. Frowning, he quietly pads down the hall, following the sound of the voice.
Titania stands by the bay window, gazing out at the barns and surrounding yard. Puck silently joins her, the sound of the singing coming from outside. He follows her gaze, seeing the crowd of Fae dancing around a single figure.
The sight of Eve in the middle of the Fae singing floors him. “Who started the circle?”
“Why your lovely bond mate did, Brother.” Her lips twitch up slightly. “She is quite naturally talented.”
“And you are just watching her?” Puck growls, anger beginning to rise.
“Be at peace, Brother.” She sighs softly. “I have been keeping an eye on her to make sure she does not exhaust herself.” She nods towards the woods. “Grandmother Willow is also watching and making sure the human stays out of the circle. I believe she will intervene in a moment.”
As Titania spoke, Puck could see Grandmother Willow lift her cane and the Fae swiftly melt back into the trees. Eve opens her eyes, her voice going quiet as she notices the grass emptying around her. She sees Grandmother Willow, Justin close to her side, and nods before turning away. She walks back to the house, her feet feeling like lead.
Puck opens the door, pulling her inside as she begins to sway on her feet. He lifts her into his arms, carrying her back to the bedroom. Titania follows, a bowl of soup cradled in her hands. She offers it to Eve, who gulps it as fast as she can. Worried, Puck silently watches her as she gulps down a second bowl.
Eve finally hands back the bowl to Titania, feeling tired again. “Thank you.”
Titania nods slightly, the bowl disappearing from her hands. “I will check on the human.”
Eve frowns, leaning against Puck’s warm shoulder as Titiania leaves. “Justin is back?”
“Yes.” He pulls her close, stroking her arm. “But you must rest now. We will find out what will happen in the morning.”
Her eyes begin to close on their own. “Ok.” She yawns and snuggles closer. “But only a short nap.”
The sound of running water wakes him again. With one eye open, Puck glances around the room and realizes Eve’s missing again. Tossing the covers back, he slides from the bed and follows the sound of water to the bathroom. Silently he opens the door and peeks in.
Eve leans back into the spray of water, letting the heat warm her body. She hears a soft sound, breaking her from her tangled thoughts. She turns enough to see Puck watching her through the glass shower doors. “Enjoying the show?”
“Of course.” He leans back against the door, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches her move. “How are you feeling?”
“I dunno.” She sighs, grabbing the shampoo and lathering her hair. “I feel tired and yet better than I have ever felt. I feel like someone jacked me into an electric current and numbed down the pain.”
“It is the magic coursing through you.” He watches her closely for any changes. “It can heal you but it can also change you.”
“For better?” She leans back, rinsing her hair. “Or worse?”
“It can go either way.” He glances down at his hands, unsure of how she will react. “Most humans do not get the level of magic you are displaying this quickly.”
She stops, staring at him through the glass. “And the ones that do?”
“Go mad or become very evil.” He sees her sigh and then go back to washing her hair.
“Well if I do either, I give you permission to strip it all away from me permanently so I don’t hurt anyone.” She closes her eyes a moment, hoping it doesn’t come to that.
“You don’t know what you are asking of me.” He steps away from the door, needing to be closer to her.
“Don’t I?” She feels the cooler air as he opens the shower door enough to gaze in at her without hindrance. “If I go mad or evil, I won’t be the same person I am now. No one’s life is worth the price of power to me. I’d rather lose mine than hurt someone else because of power.”
“Very well. I promise to do as you ask.” He frowns as she picks up a shaver and begins to shave her legs. “Why do you do that?”
She glances up, confused. “Do what?”
“Shave.” He shakes his head. “I will never understand women, especially those who shave every hair from their bodies.”
She laughs softly and finishes her leg. “I don’t shave everything, just the important places.”
“When I was young, no one knew what shaving was.” His lips twitch up. “It has only been the last few hundred years that women shaving has become ‘fashionable’ if you can call it that. I prefer a little more natural look to women.”
She grins back, waving her shaver at him. “Well I’m not gonna stop shaving legs and pits for you. Forget it.” Her face suddenly falls as she goes back to shaving her other leg.
He sees it and quickly disappears his clothes, stepping into the shower with her. He pulls her into his arms, gently kissing her neck. Her tense body begins to relax against him as he lightly strokes her back.
“I’m scared.” She murmurs against his chest.
“Good.” His lips brush her forehead. “Stay scared. It’ll keep you from being stupid.”
She glares up at him, smacking him on the arm. “Brat.”
He chuckles, pushing her against the shower wall. “I am not a brat.” He lifts her, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Yet.”
She smirks back, letting him kiss his way down her shoulder. “You’re not gonna let me stew in my misery are you?”
“Never.” He nips at her neck. “And if I did, you would be angry with me.”
She leans her head back, giving him more access. “True.” She purrs softly, lightly raking his skin with her nails. “Don’t be gentle.”
Shocked, he stops for only a second. “What are you asking exactly?”
She leans forward, biting him back. “I want you to take me, hard and quick. I’m in no mood for long and gentle.”
He growls back, sheathing himself inside her without preamble. She gasps in shock, the feel of him thrusting inside her exquisite. Her soft moans quickly become loud cries as he pushes deeper inside of her. He leans his head down, biting into the soft flesh of her breast. The pleasure that rolls through her from his teeth marking her pushes her over the edge, cumming hard.
He groans, his fingers tightening on her ass as he holds her at just the right angle. He can feel himself filling her completely with each thrust and knows it won’t be long before he joins her. She begins to whimper and tighten around him again.
He chuckles softly in her ear, thrusting even harder into her. “Cum for me.” He whispers.
“Bite me.” She moans back, her eyes closed tight. “Please.”
He pressed her harder against the wall, his teeth sinking into her shoulder. She screams out, her muscles milking him as another orgasm rolls through her. He closes his eyes, letting himself go inside her as her walls stroke him. When he finally calms enough, he opens his eyes to see her staring back at him smugly.
“Aren’t we being a little slut today.” He purrs at her, still holding her tight to the wall as the water cascades down their bodies.
“Maybe.” She leans close, nipping his lip. “But I’m only your slut.”
He growls low, his cock twitching inside her and beginning to slightly harden again. “I’ll be sure to remind you of that often.” He slowly pulls away from her, letting her feet touch the floor again. “But if we do not show ourselves soon, I’m afraid my sister will come looking for us.”
Eve sighs softly, not wanting to leave yet. “Damn. I thought she had left us alone finally.”
Puck chuckles, stepping out and grabbing a towel to hand her. “I am afraid that will never happen. There will only be times when she just watches us from afar.”
“So she’s a voyeur?” She grins back, stepping into the towel and making him dry her off instead of taking it.
“Absolutely.” He pulls her close, kissing her softly. “All Fae are or haven’t you noticed that yet?”
My Muse hasn't stopped yet, just been very busy this past week. Hope everyone is still enjoying my story so far! Please review! It keeps me going!
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