Thread: Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

Desiree watched her fathers lips graze her small palm, her breath catching at the back of her throat. It was such a sexy thing to do, she thought to herself. Despite the fact that it was an innocent body part, that kiss was somehow incredibly erotic. She swallowed slowly, trying to chase the aroused look from her face. Her father was really odd that night, or perhaps it was her. Although such responses were not completely out of the ordinary for her, she understandably grew flustered from time to time, it never happened at such frequency. She felt like a cat in heat, responding to the slightest graze in an extremely strong way. No, not even grazes the look on her fathers face alone was enough to make her skin burn, forcing the girl to feel as though all the clothing was shed and she was completely bare in front of him. Then came the kisses. The innocent, sweet signs of affection were twisted in her eyes, making her eyelids close for a few moments as the stunning man in front of her showed manly, protective aspect of his. When he said James was lucky, she couldnt help but blush, giggling nervously like a girl left alone in a hot teachers office. A moment following the giggle she was giving herself a mental beating, trying to figure out why in the world she acted like such an idiot. A part of her felt like a constantly blushing, falsely innocent bimbo at a rich mans arm. Shaking it off, she offered him one of her trademark smiles warm, gentle and caring, with just a subtle hint of mischief. Yeah, James, she nodded, shrugging with a humble air. I should hope he thinks so too, she stated, although the slight self-assured air was enough to show that she was convinced he did. It wasnt because she thought of herself very highly she looked the way she did because she was lucky, but also because she worked on it. And god knew she worked on her relationship with James. Through most of the summer she stayed away from every single cute guy on the beach, in the streets or clubs, which was most likely one of the reasons for the weird reactions she was getting from her father. There was so much sexual energy pent up inside of her that she had a hard time holding it back when it was on the verge of getting some release. At least she hoped so. Suddenly, James arrived, ringing the bell. Nervously inhaling, she followed her step-father to the door. James shot her a timid yet sexy smile before nodding to her father. He was great in socializing and although there was a blush on the boys cheeks, he remained respectful and polite. He was the kind of a guy you introduce to your parents and worry that they like him more than they like you. He instilled a sense of security perhaps it was his silly air due to the blonde mess on his head, set in a permanent bedhead, or the light innocent blue eyes of a kid, whatever it was, it was rather disarming although at times it made Desiree wonder if he really was as innocent as he seemed. From the way things were progressing, she was starting to think that he was. Pleased to meet you, sir. I will make sure that she gets home safe and sound on time, he smiled politely and led Desiree to the car. As they walked, the man slid his arm around her waist, briefly pulling her closer to him. You are beautiful, he uttered the words every girl wanted to hear. For some reason though, despite the fact that she could feel butterflies fill her stomach, the words didnt have the same effect on her now as they had when her step-father uttered them. They felt sweet yet not sexy. Nonetheless, she kissed his cheek and quickly wiped off the lipstick. Before they left, she kept on thinking of the words her father said. Just have fun, he told her instead of launching into an impressively short lecture that would contain every bit of information meant to scare her off drinking, smoking or having sex. She smiled back then, and thinking about it now she couldnt help but smile again. Those words made it hard for her to leave her father all on his own a Friday night. She figured that he would call up those dumb friends of his and hang out with them though, which allowed her to utter a soft I love you Daddy, and release his hand as she left home with James. The drive to the party was smooth, the couple chatting happily about mundane things. There were sweet nothings, playful teasing, and even talk about what they would do. Finally, the car pulled up in front of a mansion as large as that Desiree and her father shared. One of Desirees friends, obviously as well off as herself and James, was throwing the party of the year since her parents left her the house for the weekend, leaving on an urgent trip. The domestics were partially there, helping her out with...well, everything. The girl didnt even lift a nail to do anything yet the party was already beginning. There were easily fifty people present and more kept on arriving. It was a downer since the party was supposed to be exclusive yet was quickly turning into an open house. James and Desiree exchanged worried glances yet stepped in with their most presentable smiles, playing adults. They chatted with the crowd the way a married couple would, with a sense of implied haughtiness and superiority laced with humbleness. Throughout the night, they were the it thing. Somewhat like Brangelina, although their names didnt quite match to form a nickname so everyone just referred to them as the cutest thing on Earth. Everything went smoothly. The night began with a slow dance, James occasionally pressing her hand to his heart or delivering it a gentle kiss. It was followed by a walk to the a remote, romantic spot with a fairly heavy making out session. The two were inseparable through then night and the excitement and attraction between the two was almost palpable. Nonetheless, instead of ending in the bedroom a logical follow up to the night that waswell, perfect, James took both of her hands at one point with an awfully serious air. That air took the girl aback for a moment the guy looked like he was about to propose. Instead, he kissed her sweetly, giving her one of his innocent smiles. DesIts been months that Ive meant to tell you this. I like you, and I was hoping that we couldmake this official? He wondered with a blush, receiving a soft chuckle on her behalf. Of course, she exclaimed, secretly glad that he didnt use the word love in that sentence, since he had a hard time choosing the words when he reached the I part. At that point, Desirees hopes were up and she was just waiting for him to take her upstairs when screams filled the air. Oh, no, she couldnt help but think, and they instantly rushed to the origin of the screams. It didnt take long to figure out what was wrong there had been a drunk fight, which would have been fine, had one of the guy not been knocked out while the other punched out a door in the house made of thin glass, trails of blood everywhere as well as shard of the material in his arms. Oh god, Desiree mumbled, growing pale. The guy on the ground suddenly woke up and laughed to inform everyone that he was fine yet his laughter quickly faded. The party hostess instantly returned, informing everyone that the party was, much to her dismay, over since the cops would surely come with the ambulance considering the fact that one of the guys was knocked out. Even without her to chase away the crowd, the mood was most definitely ruined, completely so. Desiree sighed and glanced up at her date, offering him a meaningful gaze. Alright, Ill bring you home, he murmured, kissing her forehead. At least the girl only had a glass while her date remained completely sober, resolute to keep his word to her father. When his car pulled up into her driveway, it was only half past ten. Im sorryI hoped we could spend more time together, but I just want to go to sleep and forget this, she whispered, leaning forward. James nodded, smiling as he kissed her nose. Its fine babe, he replied in a matching whisper and pressed his lips to hers. Following a few minutes in the car, the two left it, worried to raise her fathers suspicions. Goodnight, she murmured when he was at the door and following a brief peck on the lips the couple separated. Quietly entering the house, Desiree kicked off her shoes, tired of wearing the high heels. Leaving her clutch there as well, she walked toward the living room from which the sounds of a movie resonated. Dad? She called out, hopeful that he was still awake. She was surprised that nobody was there, but it was probably best that way since perhaps they could spend some time together that way and compensate for the ruined night.