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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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Eve can’t believe they made it back to the castle in one piece. As soon as the doors we closed and he began driving, Eve scooted over in her seat, unzipped his pants, and began sucking his hard length. She could hear his soft moans, feel his fingers buried in her hair, and it only encouraged her to keep going until she swallowed him down. When he finally pulls into the parking lot, she notices his knuckles are white on the steering wheel from gripping it so hard. He closes his eyes, breathing ragged, as he leans back in his seat. Grinning mischievously, she zips him back up and wipes the traces of him from her mouth.
“You almost caused a wreck back there.” He growls softly at her, his eyes slitted as he loosens his grip on the wheel.
“You could’ve stopped me.” She bites her lip, waiting for his anger to flow through.
Instead, he climbs out of the car, walks around to her side to open the door and pulls her out. He pushes her against the hood, claiming her mouth roughly. “I don’t plan on you stopping until the sun rises.”
She moans, pulling him closer and wrapping her leg around his. “We’ll be seen here. Too many cameras.”
“Let them.” He lifts her into his arms, carrying her to the elevators. He punches in his code that will take them straight to the castle, kissing her while waiting for the doors to open. When the doors finally open he nearly stumbles inside, pressing her against the wall as he punches in their floor.
They ride the elevator all the way to the floor with his rooms, touching and kissing each other nonstop. Only when the bell rings announcing their floor does he finally step away from her, panting. He grabs her hand, pulling her along the corridor to his door. She laughs, knowing that the security on staff are probably getting an eyeful already. With a barely suppressed growl of impatience, Owen roughly opens the door and drags her inside.
“You’re inner cave elf is showing again.” She purrs, dancing away from him and towards his bedroom.
He catches her, swinging her up and into his arms again. “Perhaps I should show you how much of my inner cave elf you are not seeing.”
He carries her to his bed, listening to her laugh the whole way. He tosses her onto the bed, pulling her clothes from her as fast as he can. When she is completely naked, he steps back and gazes hungrily at her sprawled seductively on his bed.
“This is where I want you to be.” He slowly undresses, eyes never leaving her. “My mate on my bed in my room.” When he finally tosses the last piece of clothing to the floor, he climbs up onto the bed and settles between her thighs. “This is where you belong.” He kisses her gently, stroking her side. “Mine.” He purrs softly to her.
Her fingers roam his back as he pushes inside her, his lips trailing soft kisses all over her face. He cups her face, kissing her softly at first as he thrusts agonizingly slow. She whimpers, arching her hips up to meet him but he chuckles at her and slows even further. She finally gives in, deepening her kisses and letting him set the pace.
Every nerve ending feels like it is hyper sensitive as his hands travel over her skin, his lips trailing over her neck and shoulders. Even though he is sedate in his thrusts, she finds herself crashing over the edge time and time again. For once she understands the meaning of being worshiped as that is exactly how it feels to her with every thrust and touch he gives her. Bodies slick from exertion, he finally rolls over and settles her on top. She gazes down at him, eyes filled with need as she pants for air. His hands slide down to her hips, holding her there as he begins to thrust up inside her. His pace is faster this time and she finds herself meeting him halfway.
Her cries quickly become screams of pleasure as her body shakes from the force of her orgasm. He closes his eyes, trying not to join her as her body strokes him so deliciously. She leans forward, brushing her lips against his as she whispers softly. “I want to feel you cum for me.”
He growls as his arms snake around her, holding her against him as he speeds up more. He lifts his chin, capturing her lips and kissing her hungrily. Her cries are drowned out with his lips, his hands sliding down her back to hold her hips in place. She can feel his body begin to tighten under her, his hard shaft swelling inside her. She deepens the kiss more, feeling his growl of pleasure as it starts in his chest and travels up to his mouth. His hands tighten on her hips, his body nearly spasming with the force of his orgasm.
She gasps for air, leaning away from him enough to smile down at him. “Damn you. I want more but I think I need a break after that.”
“I believe that sentiment goes for me as well.” He pulls her down next to him, curling her around his side.
She snuggles as close as she can, eyes fluttering closed with exhaustion. “If this is what I get every time you go to Tokyo, I should send you there more often.”
He sees her lips twitch up at the jest and sighs. “Next time I will insist that you join me so I can play with you nightly.”
She chuckles, sleep gently overtaking her. “Sounds like a plan. I’m all for it.”
He strokes her back as she yawns and drifts off. “Sleep, My Queen.”
Eve wakes suddenly, her stomach rolling and her head pounding. She fights the blankets, the urge to get sick becoming stronger by the second, and kicks Owen in the process as she tears them off of herself. She runs to the bathroom, barely in time to heave into the toilet. Owen rushes after her, grabbing a rag and wetting it before handing it to her.
“Eve, are you well?” He kneels down next to her, lightly stroking her back.
She groans, using the rag to wipe off. “I don’t know. I think the drinks I had are coming back to haunt me.”
His lips twitch up as he rinses out the rag and hands it back to her. “Do you remember how much or what you had to drink?”
“Not really.” She curls up on the floor, closing her eyes against the light. “Elisa and Fox ordered them for everyone.”
He pulls her head into his lap, stroking the hair from her face. “I would suggest ordering your own next time. Fox loves her mixed drinks and they have a way of sneaking up on you.”
“I can see that.” She sighs, sitting up and reaching over to flush. “I think I’m ok now. My stomach doesn’t feel like it’s on fire any more but my head is still pounding.”
He scoops her up into his arms and carries her back to bed. “I will put a trash can near your side of the bed just in case.”
She snuggles back into the blankets as he spreads them over her. “One of these days you are going to get tired of taking care of me.”
“Never.” He leans over and gently kisses her forehead.
Owen glares at the side table, grabbing up the offending phone before it’s ringing can wake Eve. “Yes?”
“Mr. Burnett?” A soft female voice asks.
“Yes it is.” Owen tries not to let his irritation show in his voice.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Burnett.” The voice sounds panicked. “I must have dialed the wrong number. I was trying to reach Miss Anderson.”
“You dialed the right number, Miss Waters.” He tries not to sigh. “Miss Anderson is very sick at the moment and I am fielding calls so she can rest.”
“Oh. Ok.” The girl’s voice sounds calmer. “There is a Becky Mohler here to see her about a dress fitting. Miss Mohler said she had not made an appointment before arriving.”
“Miss Anderson is in no shape to see her today.” Owen closes his eyes, thinking fast. “Make her an appointment for Monday morning and get her a suite at the Waldorf. I will pick up the tab for her meals and room until Monday.”
“Of course, Mr. Burnett.” Her voice sounds eager. “I will do that right away.”
“Email me everything when you are done and I will be sure Miss Anderson gets everything.” He glances at Eve and is relieved to see her still sleeping peacefully. “Thank you, Miss Waters.”
“You’re welcome, Sir.” She hangs up as he closes the phone.
Eve stirs in her sleep, snuggling closer to the warm body next to her. She feels the body shift, curling arms tighter around her, and she slowly cracks one eye open. “Why must it always be bright out when I don’t want it to be?” She squints at the daylight streaming through the window.
“Because you are awake during the day.” Owen chuckles softly. “Feeling any better?”
“A little.” She lifts her head enough to look at the clock. “It’s almost noon and no one has bothered either of us yet?”
“I put the word out to only call if it was an emergency.” He gently kisses her forehead. “And I do believe that David and Fox are more hung over than you are.”
Eve sighs softly. “She was putting them away last night. But I don’t remember drinking that much though. I should’ve been fine.” She slowly tries to sit up. “I should make myself get up.”
“You are only getting up to go to the bathroom and coming back.” He strokes her back. “I plan on us staying in bed all day and you are not ruining that plan.”
She sees his lips twitch up slightly even though his voice is stern as she scoots off the bed. “Yes, Dear.”
She stirs again, cracking one eye open to look at the clock. She groans when she sees 5pm and realizes she’s slept the day away. “Why did you let me sleep all day?” She halfheartedly shoves at Owen’s arm.
“You needed it, My Dear.” He lays down the book he was reading and brushes the hairs from her face. “I’m afraid magic won’t make you recover faster from too much drinking.”
Eve’s stomach starts to grumble and she places one hand over it to quiet it. “Well it doesn’t keep me fed either, obviously.”
Owen frowns as she starts to climb out of bed. “And where are you going this time?”
“To the kitchen for food, Nosey Butt.” She pulls on a robe over her nightgown. “Where else am I going to get food dressed like this?”
“There are people who get paid to bring you food, you know.” He stands up, grabbing his own robe, and follows her.
“I know but why should I disturb them when they’ve obviously made dinner and are probably done cooking by now?” She opens the door and pads barefoot down the hallway. “Besides, the day I can’t make my own can of soup is the day I need a nursing home.”
He rolls his eyes as the elevator doors open. “You will never get used to having servants, will you?”
“Absolutely not.” She grins at him as the elevator deposits them just outside of the kitchen. She hurries down the hall and into the main kitchen before anyone can shoo her away. “Besides, I know my way around.”
A few Suet chefs spy her as she makes her way to the pantry but each smile before disappearing. She quickly finds the cans she is looking for and opens them. Owen crosses his arms, leaning against the counter as he watches her pour both cans into a large bowl and pop it into a microwave.
“Cooking it in a microwave?” He lifts a brow at her.
“Why not?” She shrugs, pulling it out long enough to stir before putting it back in. “It cooks faster and I don’t dirty a pot for the chef to yell at me over.”
He waits until the microwave dings before pushing her hands away from the hot bowl. “We will eat here. There is no reason to spill this on our way back to our rooms.” He lifts the bowl, carrying it to a small table with two chairs. “Now, sit. I will find a spoon for you.”
She picks up the spoon he lays on the table in front of her as he goes back to the pantry for more food. “I can’t believe we went all day without one phone call.”
“We didn’t.” His voice drifts from the pantry door. “Miss Mohler came to the office. Your dress is ready for a fitting.”
“Already?” Eve nearly drops her spoon in shock.
Owen walks back, sandwich in hand. “The wedding is only 4 weeks away, Eve.”
“Holy hell!” She sets the spoon down and scrubs at her face. “Where did the last month go? I didn’t realize it was that close! No wonder Fox is fidgety!”
Owen laughs softly. “You have been busy with much on your mind. Miss Mohler is staying at the Waldorf until your fitting Monday on my tab.”
“That will make her happy.” Eve snorts. “She’ll be eating out of your hand if she realizes you paid for it.”
“I would much rather her bestow that attention on your dress.” He frowns at the thought of being fawned over.
“If she thinks it will get you to pay attention to her, she will.” Eve sips at her cooling soup. “But with the money she’s going to make off this, I doubt she will do anything stupid if you don’t.”
“Good, because I have no plans to see the woman unless necessary.” His lips twitch up.
Eve thinks for a moment, a frown marring her face. “You know we’ve never really talked about arrangements. We’ve been letting Fox do most of it.”
He sighs softly, setting his sandwich down. “We have. I thought you were collaborating with her so I have kept quiet so far.”
“That’s the problem.” She points the spoon at him. “You’ve been keeping quiet and I don’t know what you want.” She looks down into her bowl, thoughtful. “I have ideas because you’ve told me a few things but we still have our vows to pick out, music for the reception..” She glances up at him, confused. “By the way, where is the reception?”
He chuckles softly. “Yes it does seem we’ve let her have full rein, haven’t we?” He reaches out and strokes the back of her hand. “I will sit down tonight and type up some traditional vows that apply to my ‘family’.” He winks at her with a slight grin. “I will let you pick from those and be happy with the choice. I have already requested that the reception be here. I can choose the music as well and let you know if that will help.”
She smiles softly back. “Yeah, it would. It just seems there’s too much to do and too little time to do it in.”
He brings her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles gently. “Yes but I am sure it will all fall into place when the time comes.”
“I hope so.” She chuckles. “I don’t know about you but I only plan on doing this once. Way too stressful to do it a second time.”
“I do not plan on replacing you so I will not even contemplate it.” He pulls her out of her seat and into his lap. “Now, what else do you need of me?”
“Do you want the whole list or the top ten?” She grins, cuddling into his arms.
“The whole list but I’m afraid I can only work on the top ten at this time.” He smirks back.
“Ok.” She sighs, content for the moment. “I can handle that.”
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Sorry it's been so long. Things have been crazy with going back to work and school all at the same time. I hope to go back to posting regularly again!
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