Who needs security measures when you have a furiously defensive, combat qualified hulking gargoyle standing at six foot, four inches?  Well at least Garuda could be more than just a piece of art during the night…<br/><br/>The two lovers looked each other directly face to face.  The only sound that could be heard was the faint pitter-patter of falling rain outside.  Even that was drown out by Garuda’s purring, his pulsating heart.  “The sun is almost here my love… I will hate to leave you again…” It was something they would eventually have to get over, a daily routine.  Perhaps if she could change her works hours…  no, he didn’t want to interfere with her career, something she obviously enjoyed and had worked very hard for to get where she is now.  Besides, she would have to pay for those skimpy little pieces of lingerie if she quit.<br/><br/>Crawling on top of her, he pushes his chest against hers.  His heartbeat is almost overpowering to her own.  He doesn’t take his eyes of hers for even a second and he shifts his body on top of her.  “Remind me to stay off the top this close to sunrise,” he laughs, brushing off the rule for now, but he would hate himself if he trapped her underneath him for twelve hours.  He kisses her three times on the lips, each one getting longer and more intimate before he begins to runs a claw down her breasts and to her belly where he begins to sign out shapes and symbols.  Her clean, clear belly made for the perfect canvas to waste time tickling his lover.<br/>