Page 18 of Never Been Gargoyled
“You did. I need to listen more closely.” I started massaging her scalp again while she groaned and wiggled.
My poor old cock was enjoying how she groaned and wiggled, and I did my best not to picture her lying beneath me, groaning and wiggling like she was now.
What was wrong with me? I was a stoic, stern, somewhat stiff gargoyle, not a youngling male with his first crush.
“You’re really good at this. How many other women have you braided hair for, rubbing their scalp too?”
“None.”
Her breath caught. “Why not?”
“Because they weren’t you.”
“Oh. I didn’t want to think about you rubbinganyone but me, which is a peculiar thought. We’ve just met. You’re a grump. A big old grumpy gargoyle.”
“I already told you I’m not very old. Gargoyles age differently than humans.”
“Are you immortal?”
My fingers paused on her hair. “I’m not. But when I’m in stone form, my metabolism slows to almost nothing. Otherwise, a gargoyle would wake from a long stony sleep emaciated.”
“Like a bear in the spring.”
“More or less.”
When I’d finished, I secured the intricate braid I’d created on the top of her head and stepped back, my wings flaring before I settled them against my spine once more. “Done.”
Turning, she lightly touched the coronet I’d created, sending me a grin that thawed any bit of my insides that might still have contemplated returning to stone. “You created a crown.”
“I did.” I studied her face. The way she appeared so regal wearing my crown. “It looks good on you. You wear it well.”
She smirked. “It’ll be the only time I’ll ever wear a crown.”
“You never know.” I stepped over to the sink and wet a paper towel, returning to hold her chin with one hand while wiping her face with the towel in the other. “You have a bit of dirt here.” It marred her perfection.
“I think I’m dirty all over.”
I unfurled my wings and curled them forward togently encircle her. Some might consider this an embrace. A gargoyle sure would.
Would Dazy?
“You could bathe again,” I said.
She tilted her head, watching my face that I kept completely neutral. “Again?”
I shouldn’t have said that. “I assume you’ve bathed,” I quickly said, snapping my wings back to droop down my spine. “In the tub. In the bathroom. With water.” I was sputtering, trying to cover up what I’d blurted out.
“How do you know that I took a bath in the tub with water?” Stepping forward, she poked a tiny finger into my chest.
My entire body twitched.
“How else would you bathe?” I stretched my mouth into a smile that felt much too fake.
Her expression smoothed. “I guess you’re right. Most people would wash up after tumbling through a window they had to pry open, only to fall on a dusty floor.”
“That’s what it was. And yes, I did wake last night when you arrived. I watched you.”
“Creepy, Feydin. Darn creepy.”
