Felt like coming back to this for a bit. Enjoy this senseless, fuzzy fluff.

Elisa shut the door of her apartment behind her, locking it, then leaning back on it with a yawn. It had been a long…how many hours? Eighteen? Long shift.

Shut the world out.

She slipped off her jacket and tossed it at the peg by the door, missing by miles. She kicked off her shoes as she crossed the apartment, not caring particularly where they landed. She unclipped her holster and belt harness, as she moved into her bedroom, opened the closet and failed to hang them on a hook behind the door.

All problems for another time.

Elisa was practically running on autopilot, as she flopped face first on her bed, laying there for a moment, then rolling onto her back.

She'd crossed that line where exhaustion blurred into a kind of hazy, dreamlike existence. Tired, but able to kind of carry on. It had been a long, long shift. A night filled with drunks, bad drivers, household strife, and a day full of paperwork, bad food, and sweaty, stuffy offices.

In the skylight above, she saw the sky dim to a kind of purple, as the sun went down. Elisa closed her eyes and made a quick, silent prayer for a night where absolutely nothing went wrong. Just one time. Once. One evening to herself.

That done, she reluctantly moved from her comfortable sprawl on the bed and began to undress, casting off her black top and shrugging out of her jeans, leaving her in her plain white bra and knickers. There was a time for nice things, and it wasn't during a shift like that. Just comfy things.

Saying that, she'd not needed 'nice' things for a while. No boyfriends, not much of a life outside of work and handling the gargoyles or her family. And Goliath, bless his heart, didn't really think like most men. At least, not in ways that she'd been able to see.

It was reassuring, comforting in a way, to know she didn't need to pretend or dress up or put on a show for Goliath, who seemed to have a knack for seeing people as they really were. He could see her as she was, all the time.

There were depths to him that she just hadn't…or couldn't, reach though. That was bound to happen, there were a few thousand years between them to work through.

She then pulled on long black nightshirt, buttoning it up and rolling the sleeves, and an old pair of worn, comfy slippers.

A switch in her brain flipped to "relax", once she was done, and Elisa lazily strolled out of her bedroom, into the living area. She dimmed the lights, flicked on the TV and started brewing a coffee. Elisa leaned on the kitchen counter, watching the TV across the room, but not really paying attention.

When it was done, she lifted the mug, blew it lightly and took a sip.

God, she'd been waiting for this.

Elisa padded across the room and dropped into the sofa with a contented sigh, propping her feet up on the table and crossing her legs. She leaned her head back in the soft, plush material, feeling herself sink away, sink away slowly into warm, comfortable oblivi-

There was a soft knock. Followed by another.

Elisa cracked open one eye and glared at the door, which remained still and quiet. The knock again, then she realised it was the sound of knuckles on glass and turned the other way, to the glass doors opening out onto the balcony.

Goliath stood at the door, looking oddly sheepish. It wasn't something she was familiar with seeing from the normally stoic, certain giant.

She set down the coffee on the table by her feet and waved a beckoning hand.

"It's open, Goliath."

"I am interrupting." He stooped low, to get through the door, draping his wings over his shoulders.

"Yeah, but I won't hold that against you." She sighed. "So, what's the problem tonight? Monsters? Ghosts? Robots? Xanatos unveiling yet another new plan?" Elisa counted off the possibilities on her fingers.

"No. I merely thought you might like some company but…" His eyes flickered over her, as he paused just short of the sofa, lingering a moment on her long, bare legs. "…I can see you are having some…what did Lexington call it…'Me Time'?" He frowned, as if digesting some new idea.

"Nothing's wrong?" Elisa chuckled lightly.

"It is a big city, Elisa, something is bound to be happening somewhere." He shrugged, smiling slightly.

Wit, from Goliath. Maybe she was finally rubbing off on him after all. She smiled back.

"But no monsters, no robots, no ghosts, and Xanatos is quite astonishingly quiet, lately." Goliath went on. "I will leave you be."

"No." Elisa shook her head, as he turned back to the door. "Stay. There's coffee if you want?" She patted the empty space on the sofa beside her.

Goliath shook his head, carefully taking a seat beside her. It was as if he was afraid the sofa would collapse beneath him, or that he'd somehow make her uncomfortable. Elisa rolled her eyes and scooted closer, leaning against his large arm.

"I was just a little surprised, that's all." She said, running a hand along the hard, defined muscles of his arm. "You don't often just…drop by. There's always some problem, or crisis, or you're with the clan…"

"Yes. I suppose I do not have much…'Me Time'." He replied, looking down at her. "Like you, protecting this city consumes us."

"Preaching to the choir, big guy." She yawned, stretched out a little and rubbed her feet together.

An idea popped into her head before she could stop it. Insidious, irresistible. She grinned, biting her lip.

"Goliath, how are you with foot rubs?" Elisa wiggled her toes. "Get any practice with those a thousand years ago?"

He glanced at her again, one brow raised.

"I am still a man, if not entirely human." Goliath reached forward, before she could react and scooped up her legs, sliding her around until they were in his lap. "Demona…she and I shared some human needs, once." He had a faraway look in his eyes, and looked sad for a moment.

"I'm sorry." Elisa shuffled back against the arm of the sofa, getting comfortable.

"I am too." Goliath sighed. "And I am not." His hands, claws really, trailed softly down her bare thighs, to her ankles.

His touch was delicate, not something you'd ever associate with Goliath, if you didn't know him. Gentle, tender, careful. He was all of them and more, when needed.

His large hands began to softly knead her feet, working her muscles and sore bones.

Elisa lay back, purring in utter comfort.

She could get used to this.

"I think we've found your true calling, man." She murmured, running a hand through her hair and watching Goliath as his fingers teased her worn soles.

"Pampering New York's most tireless detective? Spoiling my love rotten?" Goliath chuckled, gruffly. "I can think of worse fates."

"So can I." Elisa glanced across at the TV, then noticed her coffee on the table, all but forgotten. "Rats." She grumbled.

"Something wrong?" Goliath asked.

Elisa looked back at Goliath. His eyes wandered over her briefly again. She saw them pause here and there on various parts of her body. Her neck, her chest, her…

She glanced down. Her shirt had ridden up somewhat with all the movement, leaving her underwear partly exposed. She looked up again, catching Goliath's eye.

It was easy to forget, sometimes. Even with the uncharted territory their relationship was exploring, and the nature of their feelings for one another, Goliath was still a man.

Very much a man, she found herself thinking, often.

Elisa decided to do nothing, leaving her outfit as it was. She trusted him, she loved him. Little things like this, they could work on…normalising their relationship, working it out step by step. She wanted him to see her, she liked the idea that she made him want to look. That she could do that.

"You are beautiful." Goliath muttered.

Suddenly her coffee being cold seemed like the least important thing in the world.

"You're not so bad yourself." She grinned.

One of his hands left her feet and slid back up her leg, caressing her thigh.

He looked to her, as if asking permission and she felt her heart jump. She nodded.

Elisa felt both his arms move to her legs again, as he lifted her gently, with ease, entirely into his lap. His arms slipped around her, cradling her almost, like a child in his large embrace.

Part of her still couldn't believe they were really doing this. She suspected that for a long time, it would always feel strange…but it never felt wrong. Never. She'd never felt more right about anything.

Elisa leaned up, pressing her lips softly against his as he leaned down to meet her.

She wrapped her arms around his great shoulders, as one of his coiled around hers, his hand rubbing her arm softly. His other hand slid further up her thigh, under her ass. Elisa shivered slightly as his hand began to caress her rear softly, his fingers deftly tugging and teasing at the waistband of her knickers, but going no further.

"Jesus." She breathed, a little lightheaded, when they broke for air.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Goliath asked, concern written on his features.

"Hell no." Elisa cupped his strong cheek and kissed him again. "You have to stop by for coffee more often."

"For 'Me Time'?" He asked, pressing their foreheads together, their breath mingling.

"I think we can call it 'Us Time', big guy."

"I like the sound of that, Elisa." His arms tightened around her, making her feel small, safe, warm.

"Thought you might." She rested her head in the crook of his neck, yawning again. "Really coulda used that coffee. Don't want to move now though." Elisa closed her eyes, relaxing utterly in his arms.

It was only a few moments when she felt an odd sensation, as of being in the air. She opened one eye and saw Goliath was on his feet, carrying her into the kitchen, with one arm.

"Rest." Goliath said, without looking at her. "I will take care of it."

Elisa couldn't supress the sigh of delight that escaped her lips, as he proceeded to set out two mugs and prepare the drinks with his free hand.

"Where have you been all my life?" Elisa groaned, covering his face with kisses.