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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 groans, eyeing the store with trepidation. “Do we have to?”
“Do you want to stay uncomfortable?” He lifts a brow at her, pulling her arm through his.
“Not really.” Her head hangs for a moment before a soft sigh escapes her. “Alright. Let’s get this over with.” She narrows her eyes at him as they walk through the door. “And nothing expensive, either. I want something I won’t be afraid of having a kid spit up on.”
He smirks, leading her back towards the maternity sections. “Yes, I do think that might be a very good idea. Fox went through several sets of clothing with Alexander.”
She giggles, smacking his arm lightly. “She wouldn’t want me to know that.”
“She will tell you more than that if you ask.” He bumps her shoulder with his. “There is much she could help you with.”
Eve smirks. “I bet but I don’t think I want to go down that road with her.”
Owen rolls his eyes as they finally arrive. “I didn’t mean that and you know it.” He leads her to a counter where a young woman is waiting. “Ah. Here we are.” The young woman looks up and smiles at him. “We’re here to see Gina.”
“Of course. She has already made several selections.” She steps around the counter. “I’ll show you to her.”
“You made an appointment already?” She lifts a brow, frowning slightly.
“I called her earlier today and asked her to make suggestions since I knew you would be needing a wardrobe soon.” He glances sheepishly at her. “I thought I would give you a jump on things since I know you hate shopping.”
She sighs, leaning more against him. “You’re right. I hate it with a passion. You win.” She chuckles at his mischievous smile. “Let’s get this torture over with.”
Hours later, Eve flops down on the couch and groans. “I can’t believe I had to look at different sizes for different terms!”
“My Dear, you are having twins.” He kneels down in front of her and gently strokes her stomach. “For one normal inch of growth, you are going to experience two inches or more. You will grow much faster than you think.”
Eve leans her head back, enjoying the soothing motion of his hands. “I know that logically. I just haven’t thought more than abstractly about it.”
“You must.” He leans forward and kisses her softly.
“I know.” She cups her hands around his face. “I just have to figure out how I am going to juggle this, learning magic, and working.”
“We start by hiring you an assistant so you are under less pressure.” He takes her hands, curls them in his, and kisses each knuckle. “The magic lessons can be scaled back.”
“You sure?” She leans closer, pressing her forehead against his.
“Positive.” He closes his eyes for a moment. “You are human and your body cannot handle the stress the way ours can.” He sighs softly. “I need to look more into protective magics that will take very little energy from you than the hard hitting offensive ones we have been doing of late.”
She smiles, rubbing her cheek against his. “You’re just trying to prepare me.” She nips his ear slightly, earning her a soft groan of pleasure. “But you said everyone treasures children so maybe I will be left alone for now.”
He opens his eyes, hunger burning in them. “If you expect me to leave you alone after that, you are sorely mistaken.”
She squeals and giggles as he pulls her off the couch and begins tickling her. She tries kicking him away but he straddles her legs, pinning them down. With a wicked grin, he grabs her hands and pins them above her head. He slowly nips and licks his way down her neck, making her squirm more. He slides one hand up her shirt, cupping and very lightly kneading her breast. She moans, arching up into his hand.
He releases her hands and shoves her shirt and bra up, latching onto her nipple and suckling it hard. She cries out, grabbing his hair and holding him in place. His chuckle vibrates through her as he softens his hold on her and lightly flicks his tongue over her now highly sensitive bud. He switches to the other one making it peak just as quickly.
He finally leans away from her, grinning down at her tosseled hair and half lidded eyes. “You are too clothed for what I want.” He leans back on his heels, careful to keep his weight off of her, and pulls her shirt and bra off. “Better but not enough.”
She wiggles under him. “You’ll have to let me up if you want anything off.”
“Not really.” His grin widens. He leans back enough lean his weight on his hands on her thighs, rolls off of her long enough to turn around and straddle her chest again.
She laughs, leaning her head up enough to nip his clothed butt. He growls back, quickly undoing her button and zipper and stripping her jeans off of her. When he tries to move, she wraps her arms around his legs and nips at him again. He stills, whimpering softly.
“I think I like this position.” She murmurs, slowly unzipping his pants and stroking his length. “But now you are too clothed.”
He leans up enough for her to lower his pants while he pulls her underwear from her. She moves her head, trapping his pants under her without letting him move his legs. She pulls him back down, wrapping her lips around his balls and suckling softly.
“Brat.” He growls softly, gazing down his body at her. “How am I to concentrate on you like this?”
She reaches her hand up and begins stroking his length in response. He growls again, closing his eyes as he leans back down. He grips her hips, lifting them enough to wrap his arms around her. He nips her legs apart before burying his face between them. With each lick, she moans louder against his sensitive skin. He slides his fingers deep inside her, stroking her walls in time with her hand. Magic begins to dance down their bodies as her walls tighten around his fingers. With a soft cry, she lets go of him, shifts his hips, and slides his length into her mouth. Her fingers tighten on him, forcing him to thrust forward.
“Woman, I will not be able to last like this.” He gasps, fingers thrusting faster as she moves his hips to thrust his length in her mouth.
He groans as her fingers tighten more on him instead of letting him go. His body responds and begins thrusting into her without help. He lowers his head back down, flicking her clit with his tongue as he thrusts his fingers deeper into her. Their bond opens wider, engulfing him in pleasure as she begins to soak his fingers with her juices. His thrusts become erratic, her cries vibrating through him as she cums. With a growl, he stills, letting her milk his shaft as he cums deep in her throat. He pants, trying to keep from hurting her as she sucks down every last drop. She swirls her tongue around his tip as she slowly pulls him from her mouth.
She chuckles softly at his moan of pleasure. “HHHMM… That was fun.”
“Why do you like it when I fuck your mouth, Vixen?” His eyes still smolder slightly as he gazes down at her as he untangles himself from her limbs.
“I don’t know.” She licks her lips, earning her another soft moan. He tosses the rest of his clothes onto the floor with hers, pulls her into his arms, and lifts her onto the couch, lying in front of him. “I like it when you lose control.”
His hand skims her side and leg. “But when I lose control, I don’t get to do everything I want to you.”
“So maybe we should take turns.” She giggles, wiggling her hips against him. “One day I get what I want and one day you get what you want.”
He traps her hips with his hand, holding her in place. She can feel he’s still halfway hard against her. “You forget I can outlast you.” His lips skim the back of her neck. “All I have to do is change.”
She feels him change into Puck, his body barely shifting against her skin. He nips her neck gently, one hand lifting her leg up and over his as he moves his length along her outer lips. Her eyes shutter closed, pressing herself closer to him as he inches his way inside her. She gasps as he begins to move, his teeth grazing her shoulder. Magic begins to dance around them again, sliding along their skin as she cries out his name.
“Yes, My Wife.” He purrs in her ear as she tightens around him. “Give me what I want.”
Their bond opens more, flooding him with intense pleasure as she spirals out of control. He growls, gripping her tightly to him as he quickens his pace. She screams out, her walls gripping him tightly as she begins to cum again. He shudders and groans, joining her at last.
“Brat!” She pants, waiting for her oversensitive body to calm down. “What are you going to do when I’m as big as a house?”
“Find the most comfortable position for you and take you as often as you will let me.” He purrs back, nipping her ear. “No matter how big you get you will still be sexy to me.”
“I think you mean as long as the doctors will let you.” She turns in his arms, resting her head just under his chin. “I don’t think bed rest means do nothing but have lots of sex.”
“Perhaps not.” He chuckles and kisses her forehead. “But you are not there yet and it is still our honeymoon.”
“Too true.” She grins, snuggling closer as sleep starts to take her.
Eve sighs softly, warm arms holding her. Her eyes flutter open, lips twitching up at the sight of Puck sleeping peacefully next to her. She tries to slowly slide out of his arms, but he tightens them around her.
“Where do you think you are going, Vixen?” He murmurs sleepily. He chuckles softly as she opens the bond a little more for him to feel her. “Very well. Go to the bathroom. I will warm the bed for you since you are feeling chilly.”
She grins, standing. “Glad you can see it my way.” She pads into the bedroom on her way to the bathroom.
He stretches, letting all the soreness leave his body from laying cramped on the couch too long. He swings his legs over the edge, sitting up as he glances at the clock. He had not realized they had slept for most of the evening. With another sigh, he pads into the bedroom and slides under the covers. He swears softly, vowing to adjust the air in the bedroom before bed the next evening to keep the sheets from getting so cold.
Eve steps out of the bathroom, jumping under the covers as fast as she can. “Shit! I thought you was going to warm them up for me?” She scoots closer to him for his body heat. “I may have to get a heated blanket!”
He wraps his arms around her. “Shush, Wife.” He nuzzles her neck. “I will fix the temp in the morning. Until then, keep your cold ass facing out so you don’t freeze my bits off.”
“But why?” She giggles, barely suppressing a yawn as she starts to drift again. “You’ve already knocked me up with twins. You don’t need them anymore.”
He reaches down and pats her offending chilly body part. “Perhaps not but I like them where they are all the same.”
“Ok.” She murmurs sleepily as she drifts back to sleep.
Puck shifts as something nags at the back of his mind. He frowns, rolling away from Eve as his stomach starts to ache. His eyes flash open, sitting up as he shakes Eve awake. “Get up and go to the bathroom before we’re both in there.”
“What?” She frowns at him, not awake yet to understand what he’d said. Suddenly her stomach gurgles and churns. “Oh! Sorry!” She shuts their bond down and races for the bathroom.
He sighs softly, shaking his head and chuckling as she disappears with a thump of the door. He glances at the clock, shifts back to Owen, and lifts his phone. He waits patiently as someone on the other line finally pics up. “She is up again with morning sickness.” He listens intently for a moment. “Yes, that would be wonderful. Knock and leave it just inside the door.” His lips twitch up. “Thank you.”
Eve comes back into the bedroom as he settles the phone back down. She sighs, laying across the bed to put her head in his lap. “I can’t wait til this ends.” She pouts up at him. “I didn’t mean for you to feel that.”
“It’s alright, My Dear.” He leans down and kisses her forehead. “I will expect it to happen more than once.”
“Yeah but I should’ve shut everything down before I fell asleep.” She sits up and moves to lean her back against the headboard. “I should know better.”
“And why is that?” He scoots back and pulls her into his arms. “It’s not like you were born with it and I could’ve shut it down as well.” He gently strokes her hair. “I prefer falling asleep knowing you are content in my arms.”
“I’m more than content and you know it.” She rolls her eyes, chuckling. “How long is morning sickness supposed to last?”
“It depends on the woman.” He smiles down at her. “I have crackers and watered down juice coming up for you. Eat it when you feel ready for it and not any sooner.”
“Ok.” She leans against his chest, closing her eyes. “Until then, I’m going to try to rest while I can before the next wave hits.”
Eve slowly wakes to the sound of Owen’s voice. She can feel the slight anger and exasperation leaking through their bond. She cracks her eyes open and scans the room. She finally finds him leaning against the door frame, his head resting against the door as he talks into his cell. She can tell from his slightly slumped shoulders that he is agreeing to something he really doesn’t want to do. She sits up, hugging her knees to her chest as she watches him.
“I am well aware, David.” He thumps one fist lightly against the door. “I have been telling you for the past year that they cry over the smallest thing and I’m beginning to believe it is so we are looking at the home office and nothing more.” He sighs softly. “Yes, I am digging into it. I will make sure Alexander is properly entertained while I look into the situation more.” He feels her looking at him, raises his head and glances at her over his shoulder. “Of course. I will let you know when arrangements can be made.”
“He just can’t live a few days without you, can he?” She smiles ruefully as he hangs up.
“Obviously not. Our trip before the wedding wasn’t a successful one.” He runs a hand through his hair, sighing in aggravation. “I have to take Xander back and find out what is going on.”
“Maybe I should tag along on this one to keep the distractions away.” She lifts her hand, holding it out for him. “Especially the ones left in your hotel room.”
“Maybe you should.” He walks over and settles next to her on the bed, taking her hand. “Maybe you can see what I am missing.”
“It’s bothering you that much?” She leans into him, frowning.
“Like your feeling concerning DeSoto, I have a nagging feeling they are covering something up.” He closes his eyes as he breathes in her scent. “I have not been able to find it yet.”
“So let’s go.” She chuckles, curling him into her arms. “I’ll make sure Fox doesn’t have any problems with it.”
“As you wish, My Queen.” He sags in relief against her.
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