A/N: *Mature content at the end of this chapter. This is my last update for two weeks since I'll be going camping and the internet will be spotty at best. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gargoyles or any of its components.
Chapter 7
"Tomorrow." She echoed and watched him fly into the night.
She knew they had crossed a line that night, nervous excitement bubbled up in her when she thought about what was yet to come. The thought of him bringing her to her peak and seeing her body for the first time was an instant turn-on and she slipped a hand below her waistband and felt wetness there.
Although she had easily found her release by her own hand, sleep was definitely hard to come by that night
The following day after her assignment had been turned in she had called Becky over for some much needed girl talk.
The first thing she noticed was an arrow sticking out of her garbage can and an absolutely shredded textbook in the garbage. "Um, care to explain?" Becky asked, raising an eyebrow.
"So…Brooklyn came to see me last night. He was pretty badly hurt. He was caught in a gang fight and one of them had a crossbow, can you believe that? Who even uses one of those things anymore?!" she exclaimed.
"Aimee, focus." Becky said, "That still doesn't explain your textbook."
She coloured. "Right, I'm getting to that…anyway I patched him up and we kinda sorta started doing stuff…" she looked shyly at the floor.
"Did he hurt you?" Becky asked suddenly.
"God, no! He couldn't do too much with his leg being injured so I…helped him and instead of shredding my sheets, the textbook got it." She finished in a single breath.
Becky's eyes widened and she understood. "You gave him one of these?" she asked, forming an 'o' with her hand and began quickly moving it up and down in the air.
"Yep…that's the one." She grinned then. "He really liked it…"
Becky smirked. "Show me one guy that doesn't." she then got a sly look on her face. "So…did he return the favour?"
"Uh…no, I kinda lost my nerve with that…" Aimee admitted feeling a bit embarrassed. "He offered but it was getting pretty late and I need more time to think about how I'm going to show him and then there's the fact that his hands aren't exactly…human."
"No kidding…" Becky said glancing once more at the ruined book. "I think you're going to have to be extremely careful if he tries to touch you down there, however…" she said, trailing off and giving her friend a self-satisfied smirk. "Maybe he doesn't need to use his hands at all. You said he can kiss, right?"
"Yes…" Aimee was slowly realizing what she was getting at.
"And a tongue…" Becky continued.
Aimee blushed hard. "Ohmigod, but he's never done that before with anyone!" She squeaked.
Becky grinned, "Looks to me like it's the perfect opportunity to learn." She added with enthusiasm. "Get it, girl. If we go down on them, they should go down on us, it's only fair." She shrugged.
"You've got a point…" Aimee said and although she trusted Brooklyn to never hurt her, she was far more comfortable with his tongue vs. his hands. "but what if I…what if he doesn't like it." She whispered.
"He'll like it, trust me." Becky said. "Most guys actually do, just don't use too much soap down there."
"Right." Aimee agreed. "Maybe we'll try tonight." She said.
"I thought you said he was hurt?" Becky asked.
"Oh right…during the day when they're stone, all their injuries are healed. I forgot to explain that." She said. "When they wake up, it's like nothing ever happened."
"That's pretty handy." Becky said, "No need for health insurance." She mused.
"Right, also I talked to my dad the other night, he said he's going to be coming home soon." Aimee said with a smile.
"You didn't tell him about Brooklyn did you…" Becky said, eyeing her warily.
She shook her head. "No…well I did but I made it sound like he was just a regular guy. I can't tell my dad yet, not until Brooklyn and his family are safe from the Quarrymen. Plus…I'm really scared to tell him." She whispered.
"Oh Aimee…you're just gonna have to bite the bullet and tell him eventually but if he loves you and gets to know Brooklyn it'll be okay." Becky said, rubbing her hand on her back a few times.
"Thanks Bex, now I better clean up and finish my work." She said with a wink.
"Okay, I want details if he comes over! Was it good, was it bad…you must tell me." She said emphasizing her words with hand movements.
Aimee laughed. "I will! If I don't chicken out first." She added.
"Don't you dare! Get it girl!" Becky said again and with a quick wave she was gone. Aimee then took the opportunity to empty her garbage and her recycling, should anyone else see the 'evidence' of last night's activities.
No one needed to ask Brooklyn to know he was in an extremely good mood. He'd returned from Aimee's last night all fixed up and with a dreamy look on his face. The following sunset he was still completely spaced out as he untied the bandages from his leg and shoulder now completely healed. There was one thing that was bothering him however, and he needed to do some research.
He quickly called Aimee telling her he was unable to come over that night. She understood, still knee-deep in schoolwork. She bade him goodbye ordering him to not to get shot by any more crossbows. He chuckled and clicked the communicator off. He needed advice and he slightly dreaded the source in which to get it from.
This was gonna be awkward…he thought to himself as he approached their leader standing alone outside the castle.
"Uh, Goliath I was wondering if we could talk…" He looked around quickly before adding. "Privately."
Goliath eyed him carefully and agreed. "Of course Brooklyn. Let us find a place where we can speak away from prying eyes and ears…" he said preparing to take off.
Brooklyn followed him until they had reached to their old home, the clock tower. The poor building still had not been fixed up yet.
"Now, what is it you wished to discuss with me?" Goliath asked, sitting down on the edge of the tower and beckoning him to join him.
Brooklyn rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Well you see…it's about Aimee. I couldn't ask Broadway because his mate is a one of us. You're the only one who's gotten close with a human." He finished.
Goliath's eyes widened as he thought hard on how to answer him. He preferred to keep this part of his life private from his clan however, he was duty-bound to help any of them when they needed it. "Yes…" he said carefully. "That depends on your question."
"Well, I…me and Aimee we've been getting pretty close." Brooklyn said. "She's been teaching me some stuff that's made me feel really good and I want to reciprocate but I don't know how." He sighed and hoped Goliath would get the hint.
"These…lessons they are normally what lovers do behind closed doors, yes?" Goliath clarified.
Brooklyn gave a quick nod, feeling more embarrassed by the second. "I want to make her feel good like she's made me feel good but she's a human and I don't want to hurt her."
Goliath nodded sagely. "I understand; there is a learning curve here. Females such as Elisa and Aimee needed to be handled with extreme care. These." He said holding up his own taloned hand. "Are not good for providing the kind of 'care' she may be looking for but that is not the only way we can do things." He said with a grin.
Brooklyn was definitely intrigued. "Can you teach me?" he asked.
"You know of the anatomy of a female Gargoyle, correct?"
"Uh, yeah, I mean, long ago before we fell asleep for a thousand years." Brooklyn answered.
"A human female is much the same, but their bodies much more sensitive. There are certain…places they like to be touched more than others and if you cannot use your hands, you'll have to use something else. Something you use quite a bit." He finished.
Brooklyn pondered this for a moment. "If I can't use my hands then…" It suddenly dawned on him what Goliath was suggesting. "You mean I use my…on her…?" he asked feeling his face heat up at the thought.
"I guarantee she will prefer it, now is that all Brooklyn?" Goliath asked before moving to stand.
"Uh one more question, if things…escalate beyond that…you know…mating-wise. I'm still afraid I'm gonna hurt her." He said, somewhat frustrated that he had so many sharp points on his body.
"If you get to that point your protective instincts will kick in and you will not harm her. If you have to, you place your hands somewhere other than your mate. You'll know what to do when the time comes." He said giving his shoulder a pat.
His mate? Brooklyn was stunned. Could he call her that? Snapping out of his reverie he turned to his leader and said. "Thanks, Goliath. I've got a lot to think about."
"Of course my friend, I'll take my leave now." He spread his huge wings and was about to take off when Brooklyn cried, "Wait!"
"What is it?" Goliath asked.
He swallowed nervously. "Is there any chance I could…get her pregnant?"
Goliath looked amused at his question. "No. Considering Elisa and I have yet to bear any children. Humans and Gargoyles do not appear to be compatible in that way."
Brooklyn wasn't sure how he felt about this but for how he felt relieved. "Okay, Thanks."
Goliath took his leave and Brooklyn was left to his own devices. He would take some time and think on this. He already knew he had strong feelings for her but taking a mate was a serious matter in his eyes. He wondered how she would react.
It was the weekend, and Aimee only had one exam left. She had come to realize that she soon would be moving out of residence and back in with her dad. It was fairly spacious two-bedroom apartment but she couldn't help feel anxious. She absolutely would have to tell him about Brooklyn. It was decided: she'd tell him as soon as she moved back in. Hopefully the Quarrymen would be taken care of by then.
She was surprised he had cancelled tonight; she figured he must have gotten caught up in something. She tried to silence the insecure part of herself that was saying well he got his needs taken care of maybe he didn't want to return the favour.
She shook her head, shut up, that's not true and you know it. Just be patient, maybe he's trying to figure stuff out. She'd call him later on and ask him about it.
Brooklyn was returning from patrol when His rookery brothers cornered him for the latest update on Aimee.
"So…how are things?" Lexington said in a suggestive tone.
"Fine…" Brooklyn said slowly. "She patched me up good last night."
"I'm sure that's not all she did." Broadway added with a grin.
"Guys…shut up. "Brooklyn scoffed. "All she did is bandage me up, that's all." He said his voice increasing in pitch near the end.
They remained unconvinced. "Fine, we don't need details." Broadway huffed. "Are the two of you mates now?"
There was that word again. "I don't…I don't know." Brooklyn sighed. "I don't know how it works with a human and we haven't even gone all the way yet, so stop asking."
"Maybe just her boyfriend then?" Lex offered.
That didn't sound right either, it was too human. "I like the idea of us being mates but I don't know how she'll react. It probably sounds too much like marriage or something."
"Either way, it looks like things are getting pretty serious with the look on your face last night." Broadway teased.
"Ugh, fine, she 'helped' me out yesterday…" He paused with a sigh, "…with her hand." Brooklyn admitted looking a little flustered.
His brothers blinked for a second and then started congratulating him. "Nice one, buddy, she must care about you a lot." Broadway said with a grin. "Make sure you return the favour, eh?"
"Yeah, yeah, I've already got some ideas about that." Brooklyn said with a sly look on his face.
"Also I'm sure you'll figure out what label to pin on your relationship." Lex piped up. "I didn't know this but you can do this all online. I've been talking to Gargoyles in clans all over the world and I think I might have met someone." He said smiling ear to ear.
"That's great Lex. Just make sure it's not some 40yr old pretending to be a young hot female Gargoyle." Brooklyn teased, laughing.
"Ha. Ha." Said Lex sarcastically. "You'll see, one day she'll come and visit me, mark my words." he declared.
The three of them continued to joke around a bit more before they went back to their various activities. For now things were peaceful but it was just the calm before the storm.
"Mr. Castaway, sir! We have a sighting!" The man in question looked up from his desk with interest as the excited henchmen placed a photograph on the table.
He picked it up and examined it with a thoughtful look on his face. It was a grainy picture of a reddish-coloured Gargoyle standing on a balcony. "Ah, and what is this building?" he asked.
"Our sources tell us it is one of the residence buildings for Columbia University." The henchman answered.
His face split into an ecstatic grin. "Excellent…I want our men to stake out the place for the week. If he came over once, he'll come again. I want information on the floor and the room number." He finished handing the photograph back.
"Yes sir, we'll find out where he's sneaking off to…" there was an evil chuckle then and Castaway's men got to work.
Brooklyn was beyond nervous. He had the information, he knew what to do but this was uncharted territory for him. He took a deep breath for the thousandth time and waiting for her voice to chime in through the communicator.
A pause, and her voice buzzed through. "Brooklyn?"
"I'm here Aimee." He said.
"I finished my final paper, I was wondering if you'd like to come read it." She asked.
"I'd love to." He exclaimed and thought well there's no pressure for them to do anything. He was just happy to spend time with her.
There was no patrol tonight so he was able to glide straight there. He opened the screen door and slipped inside. Aimee was at her computer no doubt setting up the paper for him to read. "Hey babe," she said in a quiet voice.
"Hey…" he said leaning down to gently kiss her forehead before placing a soft kiss on her lips. It all felt so natural now, greeting her like this.
She got out of her computer chair and hugged him tightly before staring adoringly up at him. "It's there on the computer, tell me what you think and then I'll tell you my mark."
"Alright," he chuckled. "I can do that." Releasing her he sat down in the chair she'd just vacated and began to read.
"Who taught you how to read?" she said suddenly and stopped realizing she'd interrupted him. "Ah, sorry, keep going."
"It's fine," he said with a laugh. "The scholars in our castle taught us from a young age how to read, you've seen I know how to write, it was weird though getting used to everything in the American system though." He continued reading.
Aimee was silent for the rest of the time he sat there. After a few minutes he took a breath. "Wow, that was really good. I never knew there was so much to our history. You really did your research on this."
"Thank you." She blushed at his praise. "I got an 85 on it, so I'm pretty happy with it."
"85? That's good, right?" he asked.
"Out of 100% yes, it's pretty good. It's a B+." she explained.
"Wow, you're beautiful AND smart." He said getting up again to embrace her.
She rolled her eyes, and laughed in his arms. "Okay, okay, you don't have to lay it on that thick."
"I'm just being honest," he said lightly.
"Any news on the Quarrymen?" She asked, and was sorry when she saw his expression change and become more serious. "No…it's been quiet for weeks it won't be long before they try something though."
"Oh…I was asking because I talked to my dad the other night, I told him I was seeing someone…I didn't tell him it was a Gargoyle." She looked guilty. "I'm sorry, I don't like having to lie."
"I'm sorry you couldn't tell him the truth about me." Brooklyn said looking apologetic. "However, you did the right thing for now, will you be seeing him soon?"
She nodded into his chest. "He's been on a business trip for months but he's finally coming back home."
Something suddenly clicked in Brooklyn's mind. Her full name on her paper was signed Aimee Stone. "You said your father was CEO of Stone Industries right?"
"Yes…CEO, owner and creator. I don't like to make a big deal about who my dad is." She said realizing he'd put two and two together.
Brooklyn suddenly felt very, very nervous. "Your dad's business is on the same level as Xanatos Enterprises…" he suddenly released her and sank back onto her couch in shock.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "It's really totally fine. I'm going to tell him about you once this whole Quarrymen thing is over." She said, falling into the couch beside him.
"It's not that…" Brooklyn said. "I just didn't realize how famous you were, and one day I'll have to meet your very rich and powerful father…"
She brought a hand to his upper thigh and rubbed it gently. "It's going to be okay Brooklyn. My dad's a very reasonable man, I'm sure he's gonna like you."
"I just hope he…approves of me." Brooklyn said quietly. "I'm mean, I'm not some rich boy sweeping his daughter off her feet to have a cushy lifestyle living in Times Square in an expensive condo. I'm just…me." He said, looking ashamed.
"Brooklyn, look at me." Aimee said tilting his beak in the direction of her face. "I don't care that you're a Gargoyle. I care that you're the strongest, kindest, most unselfish guy I've ever been with." She caressed his face gently. "I'm glad you're not some spoiled rich boy who would probably only date me because of my last name. I know what that's like because it's already happened to me." She said giving him a sad look.
"Joshua was like that, he was the son of a pretty high up executive from a company in the business district. We met because my dad was organizing a partnership between the two companies. At first it was great; he was a perfect gentleman. We were together for a year and suddenly he changed. He started pressuring me about my father's company and how much money I'd be inheriting from him,. He also talked about marrying me. That's part of why I stayed. He also started acting jealous and controlling, asking me where I was going, who I was going with and acting suspicious when I'd tell him nothing was going on." She said, hugging her arms around her chest. "We'd fight and then he'd apologize and do some big romantic gesture to make up for it."
"He did propose and I thought that would make things better but then we had another huge fight. I had been out at a club with some friends and the night ran a bit late. We were living together so when I came home he was still up. He accused me of cheating on him and he exploded saying I was too famous to be going to clubs acting like a slut." Brooklyn released an involuntary growl at that.
She gave his leg a pat. "He proceeded to explain that we were going to act as a rich married couple should which sounded boring as hell but the last and final straw was that when he said that once we were married I'd never be allowed to go out anywhere without him ever again." Brooklyn took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze.
"I realized that I was only an object for him to control and that I'd be absolutely miserable if I married him so I broke off the engagement. He completely lost it and had the audacity to call my dad to try and force me to go back with him. My dad actually ended the partnership between the two companies." She finished, squeezing his hand back.
Brooklyn was floored. "Oh my God Aimee…I had no idea you'd been through something like that. I'm sorry…" he said giving her an earnest look. "Your dad sounds like a good guy though."
"He's been there for me since before my mom died. He's always respected my decisions, this is no different." She said, placing both hands on the side of his face. "You're a great guy Brooklyn, my dad will definitely approve."
He placed his hand over hers on his face and let his eyes slip closed. "Thanks Aimee, you're very special to me too…" He felt her lips touch his and the two of them shared a very sweet, passionate kiss. She surprised him by crawling onto his lap to straddle him. The new position combined with her hot tongue in his mouth had nearly ignited his mating instincts. He tamped them down saying to himself that it was about Aimee tonight. He pulled away suddenly to her surprise and said. "I wanna show you how much you mean to me."
She could feel excitement and trepidation as he put his hands under her thighs and stood easily lifting her. He crossed the small space to her bed and laid her down, curving his body beside hers. "Now…tonight I want you to show me what you like and then I'll show you something I'd like to try, is that alright?" he asked.
With a grin she said. "Welcome to your next lesson: how to please your girl." She said winking. "It's very simple, if it feels good keep doing it, if it doesn't I'll let you know."
Brooklyn hesitated before touching her. "I'll try not to hurt you with these." He said, his hand hovering over her chest.
"You won't. I trust you Brooklyn." She said and brought his hand down to her breast.
He kissed her then and palmed and kneaded her breast like before. She made a happy sound in her throat when his thumb found her nipple and flicked it through her shirt. That she liked, he noted. He pulled back slightly and pushed his hand under the hem of her shirt. "Is this okay?" he asked.
"Yes." She breathed. "Go higher."
His hand moved up her flat stomach pushing her shirt up as well. He came to the band of her lace-covered bra and felt her breasts again. She hummed pleasantly when he tried again, but there was still too much fabric in the way. Pushing her shirt up some more, he grinned when she pulled it over her head and tossed it away. "Can we do the same with this?" He asked, hooking one of his talons under the bra strap.
"Brooklyn you will not shred this bra." She said with a playful glare. Instead she propped herself up on her elbows to give him access to the clasp. "It's back here, just be careful."
Brooklyn peered at the mechanism, two tiny hooks fitting into a couple of metal loops. He could figure this out. With a few unsuccessful tries he was very close to just slicing through the damn thing. Aimee giggled at his attempts. She was about to help him out when he got it. He slid the straps off of her shoulder and gently pulled the bra up and off of her body.
He was speechless for a moment, drinking in the sight of her. Her breasts were too perfect globes with pink dusky nipples in the centre of them.
"Like what you see?" Her teasing voice interrupting his thoughts.
He let his hand fall to one of them, he marvelled at its softness. "They're perfect, just like the rest of you." He said noting that her nipples hardened into peaks now when he stimulated them. Switching from one to the other, she stopped him and said. "Use your tongue."
That was an excellent idea he decided and lowered his mouth to one of them. He swirled his tongue on the circle of bumpy skin around the nipple and felt her body jolt. An involuntary moan was released as he flicked his tongue over the peak and around again. This time when he switched to the other she moaned immediately and placed her hands in his hair. "Ahh…yes, just like that." The more he did it, the faster her breathing was and he could feel her writhing beneath him.
He stopped lavishing his attention on her breasts and kissed the valley between them, he moved lower kissing the skin as he went. Eventually he stopped at her belly button and kissed just before the waistband of her pants. "There's something I want to try." He said in a low voice. "May I?"
"Yes." Was her answer, and he hooked his thumbs into her waistband of her pyjama pants and very slowly pulled them down so that she was only left in a pair of cute, lacy panties.
"Wow…" he breathed. She was definitely the sexiest thing he'd ever laid eyes on. He exhaled; it was now or never. He took the waistband of her panties and gave her one last look. She smiled encouragingly at him and he slid them down her smooth legs and off.
It was the first time Brooklyn had seen a girl naked. It was now he noticed that she had tiny freckles peppered all over her cream-coloured skin. There was a small thatch of dark hair between her legs. He could see glistening pink skin through the slit and focused his attention on there next.
Aimee spoke then. "Try touching me there with your knuckle." It seemed like a safer option than his fingertip.
Brooklyn did as he was told, gently dragging his knuckle from the top of her opening to the bottom. Wetness drenched the back of his hand; that was a good sign right?
She then reached her hand down and opened herself up to him. "See here," she said pointing lower down. "Is where you'd insert your um…member and here…" she pointed to a little nub further above. "Is where the magic happens." She said taking her hand back.
"Okay, tell me what to do." He said and lowered his face closer to her centre. The scent of her arousal hit him full force and he nearly growled in pleasure. He once again had to tamp down the insistent voice in his head telling him to claim her. He gently used his thumb and forefinger to open her up again.
She felt his hot breath on her core and realized what he was about to do. "Ahh…" she moaned softly. "Are you sure you want to try this?" she always felt self-conscious whenever her ex had done this. He had always made her feel like it was such a chore too.
"Absolutely, you smell amazing, I bet you taste even better." He purred. He ran his tongue along her slit, stopping at her little 'magic' nub. Her taste was something he couldn't define, it was uniquely her and it did taste amazing.
She shuddered beneath his touch. "Ahh…yess…"
Feeling emboldened by her reaction he continued and swirled his tongue around the nub, licking up and down and back and forth. Her sounds were becoming more frequent now as her body twitched and she suddenly made a grab for his horns.
"Haaaah…" she cried as his hot tongue continued its assault.
"Tell me what you like." He whispered, pausing to take a look at her.
Her body was now covered in a fine sheen of sweat and her chest was heaving, he didn't think she could possibly look sexier. "More…faster." She managed.
He obliged, licking and swirling his tongue, he then got a new idea and tried sucking the nub. Immediately her hands tightened and he heard her cry out "Fuck, Brooklyn…" He continued, licking, sucking and flicking his tongue until he heard her say, "Do that again." He repeated the motion.
"Ahhh….rightthererightthererightthere!" She cried. "Don't stop!" Her thighs were trying to squeeze shut and her breathing had sped up. He picked up the pace and continued until he saw her breathing hitch and she let out a series of moans, her body writhing as she came. He rode out her orgasm not letting up until he felt her hands pushing his head away using his horns as leverage.
"Ah…sensitive…" she said, barely able to form words. "Can't touch right after." He crawled up beside her and put his arms around her and laid his hand on her chest like she had done with his after he'd gotten off. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer and her breaths were still uneven.
"Was it good?" he asked raising an eye-ridge.
Another breath, "That was…really good for your first time." She said and pulled his face over to kiss him deeply.
He kissed her back. "I'm glad you liked it." He grinned.
A silence passed between them then as she enjoyed being in his arms. She closed her eyes and turned so that she was lying on his chest.
He held her tightly letting his eyes droop shut as well; he slowly rubbed her back and stroked her hair.
She spoke again, her words causing him to snap to attention immediately.
"I want to have sex with you." She said softly. "Right now."
End Chapter
A/N Oooooh...things are getting hot in here...are they going to go all the way? You'll have to find out next time!
