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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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The dinner went well and Eve found herself loving the old couple as if they were a part of her family. She understands why Owen had taken in the family so long ago now. When they get back to their rooms, the molding is fixed and the bed made. She sends out a slight burst of magic to insure that any electrical device that could watch them is disabled. When she turns back to Owen, she notices him watching her behind hooded eyes as he leans against the door.
“What?” She taps her foot and glares back at him. “Did I do something wrong again?”
“Far from it.” He pushes away from the door and slowly stalks towards her. “But I can see it would be in my best interest to never make you too angry or an enemy.”
Frowning, she turns away and settles into a nearby chair to take off her shoes. “Well, alrighty then. Don’t know what I did to make you come up with that assumption.”
He leans over her shoulder, breath tickling her neck. “I was livid earlier when I realized we were being watched. Before Genevieve could even come to the door, you reached through our bond and calmed me down. You did it again several more times during the night. It makes me wonder what else you could do through our bond.”
She turns towards him, shock written across her face. “I did what? How?”
“I suspected you weren’t aware of your actions.” He kneels down in front of her, cupping her face in his hands. “But it still makes me question what else may happen.”
Fear and sadness well up in her as she realizes how much pain she could put him through. “I’m sorry.” A single tear slides down her face. “I don’t want to accidentally make you a puppet.”
He wipes the tear away and gently kisses her all over her face. “Don’t be, My Love. It is not your fault. Both of us are new to this and there is much to learn about our bond.”
“But why do I keep making stupid mistakes?” She tries to turn her face away but he holds her there, looking deep into her eyes.
“It is not a mistake. It is a revelation.” A slight grin touches his lips. “If you can calm me then the next time you are about to ‘go nuclear’ as you call it, I can help you maintain control until you calm down. It is a wonderful discovery.”
“You sure?” She blinks back more tears. “How do you know I won’t influence you on anything else?”
“Because I felt it when you did it.” He lifts her out of the chair and carries her to the bed. “I knew what was happening and could have chosen to push back at any time. I just hope you do not become angry with me and do the same thing or our anger may feed off each other for the worse.”
She sighs, letting him pull her socks off her feet and gently massage them. “Yeah that would be bad, wouldn’t it?”
He grasps her shirt, pulling it over her head. “You are exhausted and need more sleep. We’ll think about it more tomorrow when there is time.” Her bra, jeans, and underwear quickly join her shirt on the floor. “For now I want you tucked into bed, sleeping.”
He pulls back the covers and she climbs inside, burying herself in the soft sheets. She closes her eyes and listens to him as he strips off his clothes as well. When he climbs into bed with her, he finds her fast asleep. With a soft kiss to her shoulder, he curls up against her and holds her close in his arms until he drifts off as well.
She wiggles against the warm body next to her, her bladder slowly waking her enough to make her want to move out of the cocoon of warmth she is in. His arm tightens around her, keeping her from moving away from him. She groans, her body telling her to move right now. She pushes on him, trying to get him to let go.
“Where do you think you are going?” He murmurs in her ear sleepily.
She opens the bond, letting him feel her bladder threatening to burst. “10 guesses and the first 9 don’t count.”
He chuckles, lifting his arm so she can scramble out of the bed. When the bathroom door shuts behind her, he rolls over enough to look at the alarm clock. He sighs when he sees the time, rolling back over and sliding out of bed. Just as his feet hit the floor, a slight knock at the door grabs his attention. He pulls on a pair of pants, trudging towards the door as he prepares for more questions from the police.
He opens the door and is surprised to see Genevieve standing there next to a serving cart. “Genevieve, what a surprise. I did not think to see you until later today when we checked out.”
“Did you think I would let you starve that lovely girl of yours, Mr. Burnett?” Genevieve gives him a knowing smile. “She must keep her energy up.” She glances at his bare chest and her smile broadens. “And it seems so should you.”
He blushes, suddenly very aware of how nearly naked he is in front of the older woman. “Actually, we slept late. We are just now moving.”
“Good.” She pushes past him with the cart and stops it by the bed. “Then I will make sure lunch will be ready for you before you leave.” She grabs her cane off of the cart and shuffles her way back to the door. “Be good to that girl of yours.” She winks at him as he closes the door behind her.
Eve steps out of the bathroom, glancing around with a towel wrapped around her. “Is it safe to come out now?” She frowns at the cart, seeing Owen lifting warming covers off of plates covered in bacon, eggs, fruit, toast, biscuits and gravy. “She doesn’t think we are going to eat all that, does she?”
He chuckles and pats her ass as he passes her on his way to the bathroom. “I think she plans on me making you hungry enough to eat all that.”
She laughs, walking over and making herself a small plate before sprawling back on the bed.
When he finally walks out, she has finished all except her strawberries and is leaned back on her pillows watching him with hooded eyes. Seeing her slowly eat one, her tongue darting out to lick the juices after eat bite, sends lust rolling through him. Feeling it through their bond, she smirks and rolls another strawberry in whip cream before eating it the same way.
He stalks towards her, one hand gliding up her leg as he settles on the bed next to her. “It’s not nice to tease.” He purrs.
She lifts a brow, trying to stifle the chuckle at his words. “Who says I’m teasing?” She licks the cream off the last bite of strawberry before popping it into her mouth.
His eyes narrow, growling low in his throat as he watches her tongue dart out to lick the juice from her mouth. She gasps as his hand snakes out, grabbing her head and pulling her roughly to his mouth. He kisses her, claiming her mouth as her tongue wars with his.
When he finally pulls away, he takes her hand and presses it against the bulge in his jeans. “You knew you were teasing and this is how I would react.”
She grins, popping the buttons on his jeans and slowly unzipping it. “Who says I’m teasing?” She licks her lips again as she pulls his jeans down enough for his hard shaft to break free. “The question is, whip cream or no whip cream?” She cups him in her hands, stroking him as she pushes him back onto the bed. “HHMM… never had whip cream before.” She dips her fingers into the bowl and lifts out enough to cover him.
He tries to untangle his feet from the jeans as it slides down his legs but loses all train of thought as she ices his length with the whip cream. He can’t help but stare as she lower her head, her tongue gliding along his shaft as she laps up the cream. She slowly licks every last drop from him, swirling her tongue around the head with each pass. She gazes up at him and smirks at his lust glazed eyes staring back at her. She leans further down, sliding his whole length into her mouth.
His fingers tangle in her hair, his hips arching up to meet her as she slides her mouth downward. She moans softly around his shaft, the vibration making him even harder. She closes her eyes, enjoying the feel of him sliding in and out of her throat. She tightens her lips, the sound of moaning coming from him getting louder from the pressure.
The sound of incessant beeping breaks into her lust filled haze and she pulls away enough to look at his phone. Owen snarls in frustration, ready to heave the phone across the room. She grins up at him, stroking his still hard shaft with her hand.
“You gonna answer that?” She laughs softly, watching the need to answer the phone and ignore it so he can fuck her warring inside him.
He grabs up the phone, nearly snarling when he answers it. “Yes?”
“Don’t be so testy, Owen.” David’s voice drifts from the phone. “Will you be coming back soon?”
Owen eyes her as she continues to stroke him, cupping and stroking his balls as well. “Today or tomorrow. We haven’t decided yet.”
Hearing the tension in Owen’s voice, David becomes concerned. “Is something wrong?”
Eve takes this moment to grin up at him as she lowers her mouth onto his shaft again. Owen’s fingers dig into the bed beneath him, trying to keep his voice calm and level. “Not at this moment. Is there a problem?”
“You sound strange, Owen.” David sighs. “I was checking on some statements that just came through. I wanted to make sure you had authorized them.”
“Email me a copy and I’ll look at it.” He nearly gasps as she sucks him harder.
“Something is wrong. I can hear it in your voice.” David suddenly notices Owen’s breathing is a bit fast and realizes what is going on. “Or should I say not wrong but bad timing. Um, call me later when you aren’t busy.”
David quickly hangs up on him and Owen tosses the phone to the floor. He glares down at her, pulling her off of him and rolling her over. “Now who is the brat?” He growls as he leans over her, panting hard.
She leans up on her elbows, nipping at his neck. “I am. What are you gonna do? Spank me?”
He grasps her knees, pulling her roughly against him as he plunges deep into her. She cries out in shock and pleasure, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep him from moving away. He takes her rough and hard, never letting her do more than claw at his back. Eve screams, soaking him as her orgasm rips through her body. Never breaking rhythm, he pulls first one leg and then the other over his shoulders. Eve begins to beg for him to cum as he plunges deeper than ever before into her. She feels herself slipping into overload as another orgasm clenches her body against his. With a snarl he joins her, his shaft buried impossibly deep inside her as her walls milk him dry.
When she finally can think again, Eve gently strokes his back as he lies on her and tries to catch his breath. “Hhmm… that was different.”
He tries to roll away from her but she locks her arms around him, holding her there. “That is because up until now I have always made love to you. This time it was fucking.”
She gazes up at him, a smile lighting her face. “I like fucking.” She bites her lip. “Maybe you should do it more often.”
Seeing she’s quite serious, he chuckles as he levers himself off of her enough to keep from hurting her. “Maybe I will.” She finally unlocks her arms and he rolls off of her, pulling her into his arms. “Of course if you interrupt me when I’m on the phone again you can be assured it will happen.”
“What if I come into your office sans underwear and sit on your desk to tease you?” She laughs, running her nails lightly over his chest.
He groans, just the thought of taking her on his desk beginning to make him slightly hard again. “The room would have to be sound proofed and locked.”
“Sounds like a challenge.” She raises up on one arm, kissing him softly. “But one that can wait. We need to get home first.”
“Yes, we do.” He brushes the hair from her eyes. “But lying here naked will not get us there.”
“I know.” She rolls her eyes. “You eat while I start packing up the dirty clothes.”
Owen finally stops at a gas station, finding one that has a small picnic area. Eve grabs the saddles bags, walking over to the picnic table and sitting down. She sets out the food Genevieve had packed for them as he finishes filling up the tank and rolling the bike to a parking spot. She can feel him slowly putting distance between them as they get closer to home.
“So what now?” She stares down at the sandwich in her hand as he sits down across from her.
“We eat and then head back out on the road.” He narrows his eyes, feeling down their bond to see what is wrong. “We should be home in an hour or so.”
“And then what?” She glances up and he sees the sadness in her eyes. “Everything goes back to the way it was? Pretend the last 2 weeks didn’t happen?”
He lays a hand gently on hers. “Eve, I have to keep up appearances so yes some things will have to go on as usual. When we are at work, we must still act like colleagues instead of lovers . I have to keep up my professionalism. Outside of that, we will work something out.” He reaches out, brushing the hair from her eyes. “No one is used to seeing me show any feelings for anyone and any hint that I care for you will be dismissed. If I went in acting as if you are my world, they will think you have drugged me or worse.”
She snorts, rolling her eyes. “As if I could drug you!”
“Yes, you would think they would know better by now.” His lips twitch up as his thumb gently strokes her palm. “But they don’t. I promise I will not ignore you but I can’t go around making out with you in public either.”
“Ok. I can see that.” She takes a bite of her sandwich. “If that is the way we are going to play it, then I’ll stay at my apartment half of the time that way it doesn’t look like I’ve suddenly become your live in mistress.”
He stares at her in alarm, not liking the idea of being away from her. “You could stay in the room set aside for you like we discussed.”
“I know but I’m not coming back and moving into it right away.” She sighs and looks up into his eyes. “What would it look like if I did? We’ll give it a week or two and make it look like I moved in because Fox needs me to.” She thinks about it for a few more minutes. “What about the wedding?”
“No one knows I have proposed to you yet.” He winks. “I will handle that soon enough.”
“You know how the rumor mill is.” She laughs softly. “They will have all sorts of crazy reasons for why we are together.”
“True but I will handle that as well.” He gives her hand a soft squeeze. “Trust me?”
“I must be crazy.” She shakes her head, smiling. “Yes, I trust you.”
“Good. I promise it will be memorable.” He smiles mischievously at her as he finishes his sandwich.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” She rolls her eyes and laughs.
Owen strides into the office, his boots making loud thumps on the tile floor. Several of the girls at their desk do a double take as they realize who is walking towards them in very tight jeans, black t-shirt, and leather jacket. He is oblivious to their heated gazes as he passes them and opens the door to David’s office.
David looks up, quickly assessing the lack of usual attire. “Owen, I didn’t expect you back this soon.”
“Your call sounded as if it might need immediate attention.” He stands before the desk, hands clasped behind his back. “I came as soon as we arrived.”
“I can see that.” David glances out his door to see a few girls still watching Owen with interest. “And so did half the office.” He grins at Owen. “Stay here too long and they will start drooling.”
“Not for very much longer I would think.” Owen’s lips twitch up as he hears familiar boots coming from the elevator.
Eve strides into the office, the saddlebags slung across her shoulder. She glances around and see the girls staring dreamily at the office door. With a snort, she drops the saddle bags on a vacant desk. “Hello, Ladies! Looks like nothing exploded while we were gone.”
Miss Emory grins up at Eve, noticing that the outfits a nearly the same. “No major disasters, Miss Anderson, but we are glad to have you both back.”
“Glad to be back too.” Eve smiles warmly back at her, knowing the sentiment from her was genuine. She mocks whispers. “Just don’t let him see you ogling his firm butt.”
Miss Emory blushes, trying not to look towards the office door. “I’m sorry, Miss Anderson. It’s not often we see him in anything other than a suit.” Her blush deepens. “It suits him.”
Eve winks at her and starts towards the door. “I know.”
Owen looks up from a stack of papers when Eve closes the door behind her. She covers her mouth, stifling the laugh that is threatening to come out. “You do realize you are going to be in every one of those girls’ wet dreams tonight?”
He rolls his eyes and looks back at the papers. “Hardly.”
“Is he always this dense?” She lifts a brow at David and settles into a chair.
“Usually he just ignores them.” David smiles, steepling his hands in front of him. “Besides, I think he expects you to take care of them for him.”
“I don’t know.” She glances over at Owen as he frowns down at the papers. “I may just let them try to flirt with him first.”
“You wouldn’t.” He glances up as he starts to make to piles out of the papers. “Your jealousy would get the better of you.”
“I said flirt not manhandle you.” She looks over at the papers he is separating. “So what’s this about?”
“While we were gone, some expenses were authorizes without my consent.” He lifts one that shows his signature. “However, it has my name on them as if I did.” He glances over at David and shoves a stack towards him. “These are the ones I gave verbal consent to. The rest I will research tomorrow.”
“Perfect.” David, waves them towards the door. “Get out of here and relax for the rest of the day. I’ll expect to see you bright and early tomorrow.”
“As you wish, Mr. Xanatos.” Owen stands and opens the door for Eve.
Eve smiles and winks at him as she grabs the saddle bags from the desk. He frowns, taking them gently from her hands. “You know I can carry that, right?”
“Yes but no true gentleman would ever let a lady carry more than her purse.” He slips her arm in his and leads her down the hall.
“I keep telling you I am not a lady.” She grumbles as the girls in the office watch them in shock.
“And I keep saying that you are.” He raises her hand to his lips and brushes his lips against her knuckles. “We will have to agree to disagree.” He leads her into the elevator and his lips twitch up as the doors close. “I believe that should take care of the rumor mill.”
She laughs, slapping at his arm. “You think?”
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