Thread: Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

At first, Micah was a little surprised that Desiree had not instantly pulled away from the strong kiss to her lips. Perhaps it was the wine, or maybe she was just that tired, and did not realize just what was going on? or maybe it was a combination of several factors. The kiss was broken when Desiree placed her hands flat on his chest, pushing herself away from him, putting distance between their bodies. Micha??s arm stayed strong across her upper back, resting against her shoulder blades. His hand came around, softly, yet firmly holding onto the upper portion of her arm. Even with her push, he held her close enough to prevent her arms from fully straightening out, keeping Desiree??s elbows slightly bent, not about to let her get away. Micah was not about to let the girl go now, no matter how much she may protest. Looking at her face while she spoke, he could easily make out the confused and frightened look on her face. The slight tremble in Desiree??s voice confirmed the emotion running through her mind and body. Somehow, it all added to her look in Micah??s mind, churning his infatuation for his step daughter further. In the low light, the look on his face, and in his eyes was the complete opposite of what Desiree was experiencing. The father daughter love was still there, somewhere, diluted by everything else. Micah??s eyes were bubbling with lust for the young girl, almost with the look alone making his intent clear to her. A slight smirk was on his lips, the skin there a little shinny with the mingled salvia from their shared kiss. Tilting his head downward, breaking the gaze, Micah looked down to the hand, so high up on her toned thigh. ??Desiree?? he began, his voice soft, but retaining it??s robustness. The hand moved then to her other thigh, gripping the skin that faced away from the couch. Ever so slowly, Micah moved his hand up and over the fabric of Desiree??s short dress, coming to pause at her hip. Eyes locked onto her own, his lips still wearing that same smirk. ??I??ve noticed how you??ve been looking at me,? Micah told her, rubbing her side softly. ??How you dress, and how you??ve been acting around me recently?? A slight blush covered Micah??s cheeks as he talked to Desiree, hidden under the flush the wine had provided to his face previously. ??I think you??ve been wanting this to happen, just as much as I have?? he trailed off, leaning his head in to nuzzle against the crook of her neck. Desiree??s loose hair brushed up against his face, tickling some, but not too much. Taking in a small breath, the scent of her clean hair, mingled with that of her perfume, filled his nostrils completely, squeezing her slightly closer. Nudging a few of the locks of hair back with the tip of his nose, Micah exposed a bare patch of skin. Warm, moist breath blanketed over the spot, lips soon following. The kiss started out light and soft, turning into a light suckle before too long. Micah knew that Desiree had trusted him for so many years now. Growing up with himself as her only parental figure, he had been an anchor for Desiree so many times in the past. The occasional disagreement or argument had occurred, but such thing happen in any family. In truth, even with their unique situation and living conditions, such things happened between long intervals. Their strong bond towards one another seemed like it could never be broken apart, regardless of what situation they found themselves in. He would stop at no end to protect Desiree, no matter what the cost might be, financial or otherwise. Somedays, he knew it appeared she may have been a burden to his lifestyle, he did care deeply for her well-being and safety. What Micah had told Desiree was all true of course, regardless of if she realized they way she looked him over, giving him a seemingly innocent flirt in their conversations, or the way she dressed when in the comforts of the large house. Pulling away from her neck slowly, Micah looked to Desiree, his face mere inches from her own. The hand on her side moved up from her side, the heel of his palm lightly brushing against the side of her ample and covered breast. Micah thought about trying to make the nudge there seem like an accident, but there was little point in doing so now. Up higher the hand went, coming up to her slender shoulder, moving towards the side of her neck. Finally, it came to rest on Desiree??s warm cheek, cupping ever so light and caring. Fingers stroked at her smooth skin, just in front of her ear. ??You??ve always been so beautiful, Desiree,? he whispered in confession. ??I want you?? Micah continued to whisper, eyes steady on hers. ??I need you?? his quiet words were filled with passion and desire, much more than just simple lust. His tone wasn??t at all desperate, but the infatuation could be picked up upon. Urging her figure closer, a smaller kiss was given, just to the corner of Desiree??s mouth, lasting a mere moment. Taking in a deeper breath, Micah adjusted himself on the couch, sitting up a little more, parting his legs some. Fingers trickled down Desiree??s smooth cheek, his hand lifting up and away from her face. Down to his lap it moved, her own bare and smooth legs still laying across. Moving one completely off, he positioned the other so it could still remain dangling over his lap. Reaching up, Micah gripped her left wrist, removing her palm from pushing against her chest. His hand held strong and a little firm, the look in his eyes telling her not to fight this. Guiding her wrist down, he placed it on the edge of his thigh. The denim of his shorts did nothing to hid the masculine bulge under the material that she herself had caused. Desiree??s small fingers rested at the beginning of the rise of the material, an inch or two away from his hidden arousal, almost as if to pressure the young girl into moving her hand the last few inches all on her own. His hand then returned to cupping Desiree??s cheek, still taking in the confused and scared look on her face. If she did resist him, Micah would just move on to plan B. He had given her the one and only chance to do things tonight the easy way. Failing that, Micah had no issues using some force to get his way this evening.