PART TWO: Goliath's Story
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May 10, 1997
5:00 a.m.
Elisa's Loft, NY
Goliath swung by Elisa's place on his way home from patrol. She had left the day before for Arizona, and he had already come by her place earlier that night to feed Cagney while she was gone. He used the key Elisa had given him months ago to unlock the window, then he stepped in and looked around. Everything seemed to be in place still. Nothing was amiss, which was good.
He called out for Cagney and the cat padded swiftly and nearly silently out of the bedroom where he had been napping.
He rubbed against Goliath's feet and purred happily, grateful for company.
He set about preparing a meal for the cat, opening a can of food that smelled awful to Goliath, but Cagney ate it with gusto. Then he checked on the litter box. A distasteful chore, but one that had to be done, otherwise Cagney would stop using the litter box and would start using the potted plants instead.
He had just finished and washed up when he heard the phone ring. He ignored it as it was not like someone would be calling for him, and the answering machine would get it anyway.
"Hey, Big Guy, if you're there pick up. It's me," Elisa's voice came over the answering machine's speaker.
He practically dove across the room in his haste to answer the phone.
"Elisa?" he said, a little flustered by his unfamiliarity with the device.
"Hi," Elisa replied. "I'm glad I caught you."
It was good to hear her voice, but he was concerned that she would call him.
"Is everything alright?" he asked.
"Yeah...I just couldn't sleep. Things have been weird here, and I missed you."
Goliath furrowed his brow. He had been worried about her being away, and now she was calling him worried about something? Elisa rarely worried about anything without reason.
"Weird? Weird how?" he asked.
"It's just…family stuff," she sighed. "We spent some time on the reservation today, and I met my dad's uncle for the first time. He's really odd…I dunno, I got a really bad vibe from him, but it may just be that I hardly know anything about him or my Hopi heritage, to be honest, and that's why he seemed so off to me. I've always been proud of my native heritage, but I've known little about it, and I've always identified more with my African side."
Goliath mused over her words. She was hiding something from him, he could tell by the tone in her voice, but she wasn't ready to share what it was yet. Elisa had good instincts, if something about her father's uncle set her off, she should trust that.
She exhaled loudly into the phone.
"Does that make any sense at all?"
"I imagine it's somewhat akin to how I feel both loyal to my new home here in Manhattan and my old home back in Scotland," he replied.
"Yeah, something like that," her voice sounded brighter.
"But you should not ignore your instincts, either, Elisa. If he has triggered them, be wary."
"I will...How are things going there?"
"Good. I just fed Cagney and took care of his leavings."
"How is everyone else?"
He could practically hear the smile in her voice.
"They are all well. Nothing out of the ordinary to report."
"And how are you doing?" she asked.
"Well enough. I'm tired after a long patrol tonight, and...I miss you."
"You just saw me yesterday," Elisa said with a light laugh.
"I know, but I still miss you," he admitted.
"I miss you, too," Elisa agreed.
Goliath smiled to himself and his posture relaxed.
"So…how much do you miss me?" she asked, her tone teasing.
"Immensely. I wish it were Monday night and I could hold you in my arms once more," he admitted.
"And once you have me in your arms again, what would you do to me?" Elisa asked, her tone sultry.
"What do you mean?" Goliath asked, puzzled.
"I know what I'd like to do to you…" she said. "I'd run my hands over your broad chest, then down over your rippling abdomen. Then I'd tear your loincloth off and run my tongue along the length of your rock-hard cock."
"Elisa!" Goliath said, scandalized by her explicit language. It wasn't unusual for them to speak in such a way with each other in the bedroom, but...over the phone? It was somehow more salacious and, at the same time, lasciviously delightful.
"I'd devour you like you were an ice cream cone," she continued.
Goliath closed his eyes briefly and exhaled loudly as he imagined Elisa's mouth on him.
"Stars above, Elisa…" he moaned.
"What would you do to me?" she asked again, her tone coquettish and encouraging.
"I'd start by kissing that wonderfully lewd mouth of yours," Goliath said affectionately.
Elisa's phone was a cordless one and he settled down on the sofa with it and let his thoughts drift pleasantly about his mate.
"Then I'd kiss your neck, particularly that spot below your ear that makes you squirm so delightfully…" he said.
"I'm squirming just thinking about it," Elisa sighed in reply.
He growled softly as he pictured her, pinned beneath him, his mouth on her throat, his hands on her body…
"Then I'd run my tongue over the hollow of your throat, before I worked my way lower to your breasts," he continued.
"Yes," Elisa sighed.
He wondered if she was touching herself, and he grew even harder at the thought.
"I'd take one of your nipples in my mouth, and I'd slide my hand—" he happened to look over at the window just then and saw it ajar. He must not have closed it properly and Elisa's cat had nudged it open or the wind had popped it open, but now Cagney was out on the roof, walking right along the edge of the building.
"Cagney! You shouldn't be out there!" he shouted.
He dropped the phone and dashed out the window and onto the roof.
He scooped up the cat and held him gently.
"I don't think your mistress would want you out here," he said, as he sighed with relief that nothing had happened to Cagney. Although cats had excellent balance, the roof of Elisa's building was still a long way up from the ground; one slip and the cat would be a smear on the pavement below.
And if something happened to Elisa's cat while he was under his care, he would not forgive himself.
He heard a click and turned around to find the window had fallen closed. He tried to open it but found it locked. He reached for his key in his pouch but it wasn't there.
He then recalled where he had left it, and peering through the window, saw it resting upon the kitchen counter top.
Goliath scowled and looked down at the cat in his arms.
Cagney meowed plaintively at him.
"Jalapeña," he sighed.
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Goliath ultimately decided to take Cagney back to the castle with him. The feline did not enjoy the glide over and left several scratches and claw marks on his forearms, but he knew that Elisa would not appreciate it if he broke into her apartment, leaving it vulnerable to anyone who had nefarious intent. Matt had a spare key to her place. He would contact him tomorrow evening and get Cagney back where he belonged.
He felt terribly about leaving Elisa on the phone, wondering what happened, and hoped she would forgive him when he explained what occurred. For now, he had to take care of Cagney. It would be dawn soon, and with no other recourse, he put the cat in the bathroom reserved for the clan's use. He turned the tap on, and let a little trickle run out so that he could get a drink from the sink.
"I apologize for this, Cagney, but I also must keep you safe."
The cat meowed, and it almost sounded like a question.
"I will see you in the evening," he said and patted him gently on his head. The cat purred and wound himself around his foot. Goliath gently shoved him back, and then he shut the door and left the cat alone who meowed forlornly and scratched at the door.