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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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Sorry I took so long to update. Life got in the way and helping my dad after heart surgery became more important. I do hope you like the chapter I'm giving you as payment for being patient with me! Enjoy!
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Coyote looks up as he hears the sound of bells approaching. With a wide smile, he shoves the driver’s hat on his head and opens the back door to the limo. Thunder slows to a trot as he comes around the path towards the limo. He halts just short of the back door, bowing down. Owen slides Eve off of Thunder’s back before tossing a leg over the stallion’s neck and following her.
Eve giggles, eyeing Owen’s kilt with interest. “Learned how to get on and off a horse without showing anything too, I see.”
“Of course.” He smiles back, leading her to the limo. “Only a crass man would show everyone around him what should only be shown to an interested woman.”
“What if this woman isn’t interested?” She grins as she sees Coyote standing by the door. “Still on security duty, Coyote?”
“Of course, My Queen.” He nods to her and then winks at Owen. “And I believe my Queen is more interested than she lets on.”
Owen chuckles and pulls her into the limo, Coyote closing the door after them. “I believe he is right.” He kisses her thoroughly. “I’ve missed you, My Wife.”
“And I’ve missed you, My Husband.” She purrs as she straddles his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She wiggles on his lap, feeling him harden beneath her. “I think I like your kilt. Easy access.”
He slides his hands under her skirt, pulling it up enough to dig his fingers into her bare ass. “Perhaps we both should wear easy access clothes more often.” His fingers slide along her skin until they find the ties to her g string. “Especially when it’s something that comes undone with the pull of a string.” He pulls the strings and then tosses it to the floor.
She glances over her shoulder and sees that Coyote can watch them through the rearview mirror. “You sure you want to do this here?” She purrs as he nips at her neck.
“Absolutely.” He pulls her tighter against him. “How else do you plan on getting the handfasting cloth off?” He reaches behind her and unzips her dress, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the floor. He admires her corset before burying his face in her breasts, kissing and nipping them.
She moans, closing her eyes and leaning into his kisses. “Then you better hurry up before we get to the castle.”
He chuckles, taking the hint. He lifts her slightly to move his kilt out of the way and then brings her back down, impaling her on his hardened length. She gasps, nails digging into the upholstery behind him as his fingers tighten on her ass. She begins to ride him, slowly at first as she adjusts to him again. He murmurs in her ear, encouraging her for more.
She presses tighter against him, wanting to feel his skin slide along hers as she rides him faster. With an evil smile, he latches onto her nipple and suckles at it. She gasps again, her muscles tightening around him. With each flick of his tongue and scrap of his teeth, she gets closer. Suddenly she feels him slide one finger along her ass and it is her undoing. She screams out in pleasure, soaking him completely.
He chuckles, pulling her off of him enough so he can slide them to the floor of the limo. “I should be glad I won’t be needing these clothes again. It would be awkward to explain to our guests why they are so wet.”
She blushes, biting her lip as he quickly strips the rest of his clothes off and notices the cloth still attached to his arm but not hers. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He smirks as he slides along her body, burying himself back inside her. “It would be even more awkward if I had to explain why the handfasting cloth wasn’t attached to me but was still to you.” He kisses her slowly and begins to slowly slide in and out of her.
“Oh.” She barely gets out as he opens the barriers between them and she feels how close he is. She skims her hands along his back, feeling the muscles ripple as he plunges deeply into her. Suddenly she feels very possessive of him and digs her nails in. “Mine” She growls softly in his ear.
He shudders, her words spiking through him and making him want her more. She arches into his thrusts, whispering “Mine” each time he fills her completely. He gasps, unable to hold back any longer and begins to thrust hard and fast into her.
She begins to spiral out of control with him, feeling herself tighten even more around him. Their magic begins to fills the limo, forcing Coyote to pull over. He steps out of the limo, gasping as he forces himself to keep control over his own magic and hide them from sight. Unaware of this, Owen growls low at her as she begins to scream again. Her muscles pulse around him and he loses control.
“God yes!” She pants as he fills her, her muscles milking every last drop from him.
He leans his head down, resting his forehead against hers until he calms enough to realize that the limo has stopped. He begins to softly laugh, causing Eve to frown up at him. “What’s so funny?”
“The old man couldn’t stay in the limo.” He grins down at her, kissing her nose. “Guess you are too much for him.”
“Oh.” It takes her a moment to realize what he is talking about until she sees Coyote’s shadow paces several feet away from the limo. She blushes furiously. “OH!”
Owen sits up and begins to dry them off with his kilt. “We’ll change before he gets back in. Give him a moment to calm himself.”
“I didn’t mean to embarrass him.” She sits up as well and takes the new set of clothes Owen holds out for her.
“You didn’t.” He watches her as she slides out of her corset and dons the boy shorts and bra he picked for her. “Monogamy is not really known in the Fae world. When you began claiming me, all thoughts of joining in were gone and he needed to calm himself before he did something rude.”
Eve stops and glares at him with her skirt half on. “Joining in? So why did you even pick him to drive if you knew he’d want to join in?”
“I didn’t.” Owen pulls her to him, kissing her lightly. “That was my sister’s doing as a little test. Besides, she had to be sure we got the cloth off the right way.” He points to the cloth lying on the floor.
“Afraid I might wiggle my nose and make it fall off?” She rolls her eyes, smacking him lightly on the arm before grabbing her shirt.
“You are strong enough.” Owen stares back at her, dead serious.
She glances at him, seeing his meaning. “Oh.” She frowns for a moment. “It never even crossed my mind.”
He reaches for her, fixing her shirt just right. “You wouldn’t. There’s more I need to tell you before he gets back as well about tonight.”
“More tests?” She groans, seeing the look on his face. “I hate tests!”
“Come here.” He pulls her closer, hugging her to him. “You are mine now and it doesn’t matter if you pass them or not. I will always be here with you.”
She smiles and leans down to kiss him.
Coyote sighs, the feel of magic finally bearable, and turns back to the limo. He smirks, wishing he had be able to stay for the whole show as he strides back to the back door. He knocks lightly, waiting patiently for a reply.
Owen lowers the windows, smirking up at the other Fae. “I think you can give this back to my sister now.” He holds the handfasting cloth out of the window.
Coyote barely touches it with two fingers as takes it. “I am sure she will be pleased to have it back. Are you ready to arrive at the reception now?”
“Of course.” He chuckles softly. “I’m sure we have made them wait long enough.”
Coyote snorts as he turns away. “That was only a quickie. If it had been anything more, there would be several who would be very angry with the delay.”
Owen’s laughter follows Coyote as he settles back into the driver’s seat and begins to drive again.
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