|T'U'GS 3:12/13 One Night Together: Passions
Author: The Big Lazy Dragon PM
A pair of stories that takes place during 'One Night Together'. Following her talk with Demona, Elisa finds herself remembering her first night of passion with her former lover, Don Taylor. And what happened between Don and Demona after the lights went ouRated: Fiction M - English - Drama - Chapters: 2 - Words: 5,887 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 02-13-01 - Published: 01-31-01 - id: 197683
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One Night Together
Written by Donald E. Fleming II
Story Concept by Donald E. Fleming II
Disclaimer: All Gargoyles characters are the property of Disney and Buena Vista Studios and are being used without their consent or permission. Other Gargoyle characters are the property of The Gargoyle Saga (TGS) writing staff and also are being used without their permission. The character of Don Michael Taylor is my creation. I am receiving no reward for this story other than the satisfaction of being able to share it with others as it is intended solely for my own entertainment and the entertainment of Gargoyle fandom everywhere.
September 25, 1999
The Eyrie Building
Elisa stood in front of the elevator doors, waiting as she thought back to her conversation with Demona. I never thought I would see the day, she mused. Demona, in love with my ex. She smiled as she shook her head in disbelief. I guess I should stop expecting normal things in my life and not worry about the weird stuff.
I really should have seen this coming, she thought then. Ever since the fire, she and Don have gotten pretty close. And she's right, it's not like I'm going to be able to have a relationship with Don and Goliath at the same time. I should be happy for her, especially if the two of them can make this work. It would be a big step in her coming to terms with us humans.
The elevator doors opened and Elisa stepped into the car. Her finger brushed the button for the lobby and she let herself sag against the wall of her car.
"I guess if anyone could make Demona happy, it'd be you, Don," she said aloud. "You certainly knew how to keep me happy."
Almost unbidden, the memories of her first time with her ex-fiancé began to fill her mind...April 15, 1990
Elisa chuckled as Don led her, blindfolded, through the door. After she heard the door close, she felt him put his arms around her waist and his mouth nuzzle at the back of her neck. She tried to bend forward away from his nuzzling, but he followed her movements, keeping at tight grip on her.
"Can I take this off now?" she asked.
"Sure thing," he said. "Just let me get the lights."
She began taking the blindfold off as she heard a switch click. When she opened her eyes, they widened in wonder.
"Oh, Don," she said, turning to kiss him. "It's perfect. I love it."
"And you thought you weren't going to like it?" he teased. Elisa had wanted to pick out the apartment they were going to share, now that they were seriously in a relationship, but Don had insisted he had found the perfect place for them. He was right, she thought.
The apartment was small, but not so small as to be confining. Cozy would be a better term, she thought. To the right of the entry hall was a kitchenette with a counter area that separated it from the small dining area. The living room area was to the left of that, and Elisa noted that she would have to be careful walking around at night, since the floor there was several inches below the rest of the apartment, giving the feeling of a pit. There was a door at the end of the hallway on the far wall; obviously it led to the bedroom.
The one feature that really took her breath away was the skylight, which ran part of the length of the living area. She crossed the apartment, heading towards the skylight. It gave them a fantastic view of the night sky. She turned and looked at the couch that was set opposite the skylight. "I take it you had some help with the decorating."
"A little," he said. "Jim and his wife's got a place like this off-base. They gave me a few pointers."
Elisa smiled as she turned to inspect the view again. She was aware of Don's presence behind her a second before he wrapped his arms around her waist again and resumed nuzzling at her neck.
"I can't think of a better way to spend a quiet evening alone," he said. "Than to be sitting on that couch with you in my arms looking out at the night sky."
"Oh?" she said inquiringly. "Is that the only thing you can think of?"
"What did you have in mind?" he asked.
She turned in his arms and wrapped hers around his neck. "How about this?" she said, reaching up and capturing his lips with hers.
After a few moments of very intense kissing, she felt her gun belt loosen and then drop away slowly. Don had picked her up from the precinct and she was still in uniform. Maybe not for long, though, she thought happily. She felt Don shift a little to the left as he carefully set the belt on the floor, his lips still locked with hers, kissing her hungrily. Then she felt him pull the back of her shirt out of her slacks and then run his hands underneath the fabric along her back. She murmured at the touch.
"Okay," he said through the kiss. "Where is it?"
She felt his hands run along the fabric of her bra, searching for the clasp. He couldn't find it. She giggled softly through the kiss.
"It's in the front," she said. She broke the kiss long enough to unbutton the front of her uniform blouse and then reached up to undo the clasp of her bra.
Don captured her hands, stopping her. "Wait," he said. "Let me."
He then bent down between her breasts and took the clasp between his teeth. In one deft movement, he undid it and then slowly uncovered the silken mounds of her breasts, pausing for a moment as he considered the dark brown nipples on each one. Elisa moaned softly as his lips encountered one of her erect nipples and began suckling at it.
"Oh, that feels good," she moaned as she felt his tongue play with the taut flesh and then trace the swell of her breasts. She was a little nervous. Up until that moment, it seemed as if they were never actually going to get that far. There had been moments, at home, when they thought they were alone, only to have Derek or Beth or worse still her parents, walk in on them. And quiet moments alone at Fort Knox while he was still on active duty were rare. It was as if the Fates were conspiring to keep them from consummating their love. It was one of the reasons she had been so eager to move in with Don now that he was in the Reserves. Elisa had never been able to afford her own apartment, not on her salary, and until the Datsun finally broke down on Thanksgiving, all her money had gone into keeping it running. That was a moot point now. The Datsun was gone, and now she had the Fairlane. Well, she had Don's Fairlane, but now that they were living together, she finally had access to a decent set of wheels, a great apartment and him.
Elisa felt him pull the rest of her shirt free from her slacks, and then it and her bra were on the floor. Smiling as they began kissing again, Elisa reached around and pulled his own shirt free, then began gently raking her fingernails along his back. He hissed in pleasure.
Elisa broke the kiss long enough to consider her next move. She looked at his shirt and realized she wanted it gone. Removing her hands from his back, she grabbed the fabric and gave a hard tug. The front of the shirt opened quickly; instead of buttons, this one had snap closures. They parted easily and Elisa quickly pulled the offending fabric from Don's shoulders. His shirt quickly joined hers on the floor.
Don quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled Elisa close, looking deep into her eyes. "You're not in a hurry, are you?" he asked.
"Nuh…no," she muttered, even though deep down, she was. She had waited so long for this, ever since they made the commitment to each other two months ago, and now she wanted him. All of him.
Don bent down and captured her lips again. She moaned softly as she felt his tongue pass into her mouth and she responded in kind. Then she felt his arms shift and suddenly he lifted her off her feet into his arms. He started walking towards the door.
"Maybe it's time I showed you the bedroom," he said.
The bed was big, definitely large enough for two, and Elisa giggled as he dumped her unceremoniously onto it. She rolled over once to enjoy the feel of the firm mattress.
Don sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned over, resting his hand on her flank and then pulled her close. After a moment, he settled down next to her and they resumed their loveplay.
Elisa sat up as Don moved towards the foot of the bed and watched as he carefully untied her shoes, then pulled them off, followed by her socks. He then planted a quick kiss on the big toe of her right foot and then slowly began kissing the top of the foot. She snatched it away when he smiled and ran his fingers along the sensitive underside.
"You know I'm ticklish," she mock-protested, even though she had enjoyed the fleeting encounter.
"I know," he said. Taking a final glance at her feet, he began working his way up along her legs, kissing her through the fabric.
Already Elisa was starting to feel a warmth settle into her loins in anticipation. She was ready, but she could tell that Don wanted to prolong the experience. You are a sadist, Mr. Taylor, she thought to herself. Her hands flew to the buckle of her belt.
Don's hands intercepted hers and pulled them away, holding them firmly as he made his way upwards along her legs until he reached her stomach. Once he was there, he began caressing her belly with his lips.
Elisa settled back, laying her head on the pillow while Don continued to stimulate her. His tongue entered her navel for a brief second before he pulled back, spitting slightly.
"Navel lint, yuck," he said, removing a small amount of lint from his tongue. She looked up at him and smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry about that," she said.
"That's okay," he said. "I think I got it all." He looked down at her navel. "Nope, not quite," he said. His fingers darted downward and plucked a remaining bit away. "Now where were we?"
Elisa smiled as he bent down again, his tongue darting around and into her navel. She had to fight desperately to keep from squealing in delight; her navel had always been overly sensitive, and Don knew it. He seemed to take delight in torturing her like this.
While he was doing that, Elisa felt his hands undo her belt and the zipper of her slacks. When he finished with her navel, he resumed the trek downward over her belly, lightly brushing the skin with his lips while he slowly pulled her pants off.
Elisa was fairly trembling with anticipation as Don finished removing her slacks, then lightly kissed her through the sheer fabric of her panties. She moaned as his lips caressed her, and his hands worked their way under her, cradling her buttocks. "Oh, God," she cried out. "Don, please!"
Don lifted his head and caught the look of need in her eyes. Smiling, he pulled off her panties, teasing the sparsely covered mound with his lips before slowly running his tongue along her cleft for a quick taste, causing her to gasp, and then moving upwards along her body until he was lying next to her again.
Elisa reached over and pulled him close, pressing her body against his, and kissing him hungrily as her hands drifted down to his belt. "Please, Don," she moaned. "No more waiting. I need..."
Don silenced her with another kiss as his hands joined hers in removing his jeans and briefs, discarding them onto the floor before capturing her hands and pinning them to the mattress above her head. Elisa could feel her heart racing as she looked up at him, seeing her own passion mirrored in his eyes, and opened herself to him in willing supplication, crying out only once as she felt him bury himself deeply in her moistness...Present day
Elisa started as the elevator doors opened, and she saw Owen Burnett standing outside the car, watching her.
"Is there a problem, detective?" he asked.
Elisa looked past him and realized she was still in the castle. I could have sworn I pressed that button, she thought. "No, no problem," she quickly said. "I just...I forgot something, that's all."
"An umbrella, perhaps?" Owen said.
"Why..." she started, but then she heard the sound of thunder outside. She looked towards the windows and saw just how badly it was raining outside. "I guess," she said.
"If you need one, detective..." he started, but Elisa quickly cut him off.
"I just remembered something," she said. "I forgot...something. In the library." She quickly stepped out of the elevator. "If you'll excuse me..."
"Of course," Owen said. He smiled slightly as he watched her rush off.
Elisa took off her jacket as she headed for the library. She was feeling warm, overly warm in fact, and she knew why. Her talk with Demona had gotten her blood racing, and her brief stroll down Memory Lane hadn't helped matters. She needed to do something about it, and fast.
Elisa paused as she reached the library doors, then quickly opened them and hurried inside. "Goliath, are you in here?" she called out.
"I am here, Elisa," she heard him say. She quickly tracked the sound of his voice to the reading area near the center of the library. He looked up as she approached. "Should you not be on your way to meet Bluestone at the precinct?"
"I've got a little time," she fibbed.
"I see," he said knowingly. "What was it Demona wanted?"
Elisa colored slightly, but quickly mastered her emotions. "She had a few questions," she said. "About Don."
Goliath looked up, surprise clear on his face. "She has taken an interest in him?" he asked.
Elisa hesitated, wondering if she should tell him. We did say we'd keep it just between the two of us, she reminded herself. "Sort of," she fibbed. "She wanted a little advice on what to...get him...for his birthday."
"I was not aware that his birthday was approaching," Goliath said. "Or that Demona would feel the need to get him a gift."
"Well, you know," she said. "He did take her out for a few drinks a few days ago. Maybe she wants to do something for him in return."
"Hmmm, perhaps," Goliath muttered. "Although, I find it odd that she would want to talk to you in private on this matter."
Elisa blushed slightly, recalling the nature of their talk. "She...wanted it to be a surprise," she said.
Goliath looked up at her, sensing that there was something she wasn't telling him. "Elisa," he said. "Is something the matter?"
"No," she said, even though she was having a hard time controlling her passion. God, I need a cold shower, she thought. Or better yet... "I just...I wanted to spend a few extra minutes with you, that's all. Is there a reason I shouldn't?"
"I suppose not," Goliath said. He set aside the book as she sat down next to him, then looked at her. He could almost see the desire in her eyes. "Elisa..." he started.
Elisa shifted quickly then, straddling his hips and wrapping her arms around his broad neck. Then she leaned forward and kissed him hungrily. He was surprised for a second, but found himself quickly responding to her touch. When she finally surfaced from the kiss, his hands went to her waist, holding her to him.
"Might I ask what brought this on?" he wondered.
"No," she said.
"Are you certain that this is what you want?" he found himself asking.
"Oh, yeah," she said. She pulled off her shoulder holster and dropped it on the couch.
"What about Bluestone?" he asked.
"Bluestone who?" she quipped. Before Goliath could respond, Elisa was kissing him again, and then she was pulling him down on top of her. Any further questions he may have had were quickly forgotten.