Making his way up the tower Brooklyn rolled his shoulder heading up the length of stairs, every time he passed a window where the sun shun through he felt energized while at the same time like he had been lifting half his weight in stone, his muscles felt tense once he stepped into the shadow. By the time he made it to the door he could hear Demona on the other side laughing out loud. “It worked! I’m still ME, still Gargoyle!” Slowly opening the door Brooklyn stepped inside the tower where she was kept and found the thousand year old creature smiling at her shackled claws, intentionally sitting under the sun’s rays beaming through her lone window. When she looked up to the door she expected Xanatos or Fox… But when the clay skinned Brooklyn closed the heavy wooden door behind him she gasped.
“What? But how?”
Crossing his arms and folding his wings Brooklyn narrowed his eyes at her, his attention focussed on her shocked face but found himself staring at her cleavage or bare thighs. “We were wondering that too, what did you do while you had the Eye Demona?”
Standing up and stretching Demona smiled, tossing her full length red hair over her shoulder and striking a pose as if she were a model,the sunlight behind her outlining her silhouette. “What did it look like? Ifreed myself of that retched human form, I will NEVER turn to stone… But perhaps… I over did it.” Looking over Brooklyn’s wiry frame she lifted her chin, her smile turning to a wry smirk while she sized him up, attempting to circle around him until her chains went taught. “Looks like I will be sharing the day with the rest of the Gargoyles…”
“It… Does feel nice.”
“It’s absolutely ENERGISING! It only made me more jealous of the humans for experiencing this after Puck’s… Gift.” Her smirk darkening Demona leered, her tone becoming low. “Speaking of gifts, how is the Masa woman doing?” Surprised at the roar Brooklyn gave he lunged forward and pinned heragainst the brickwork of the tower, gripping her wrists over her head and sneering at her eye to glowing eye.
“You ARE going to fix that!”
Oh?... And what are you going to do to make me?”
Gritting his teeth and breathing hard neither noticed they moved slowly closer together, the sun’s rays still shining over both of them.
***
Still on the perch where the Gargoyles would turn to stone Elisa and Goliath basked in the morning sunlight, the detective had the gargoyle leader pinned down on his back while she laid on top of him, the two kissing deeply, breaking away only briefly to catch their breaths or for Elisa to giggle at her good fortunes. She loved every second of this, the way he held her shoulders, the way how solid his chest and abs felt to her hands, even feeling the breeze blow into her wings whenever she flexed them from time to time. Once almost pulling her off of Goliath, forgetting how well they catch the winds to glide.
“Careful, try folding your wings over your shoulders, let the digits in your wings relax.” Still giggling when she managed to do just that and letting the little hands of her wings meet at her collar bone Elisa leaned back down and kissed the Gargoyle again and again. “What (smeck) did you(hmmm) say this was (mhmmmph) called?”
Leaning up to pull her hair back Elisa smirked down at the 7 foot tall gargoyle, her smile threatening to crack her face. “It’s called making out, why? Not enjoying it?” Letting her hand roam lower she watched on at Goliath’s reaction when she dipped under the belt of his loincloth to grasp what was underneath. “Because making out DOES lead to something better.”