Thread: A day in her life (momma X QB)

While he wasn't quite sure why she was quite...resistant towards the idea of watching a Kid's movie, he did smile. Alright, alright...let's go watch the Hobbit then. Going through the menus they watched the narrative about the Dwarven Lands and the descent of the dragon Smaug as he felt Trista cuddle up to him. It took quite some time for Trista to learn to trust him since the day he invited her inside she was always so defensive, looking at him with distrust and almost avoiding any form of contact. Only when he found out that she was almost raped did he understand just why she wanted to be...far away from him. But all that changed one day when he told her that she could attend the school she wanted. From that day onward, a shy Trista said her thanks and even...cuddled close when they watched Inception on a cold December day. The fact they were...this close reminded him that it came with a bit of patience and of course...trust. Just when they got to the part with the trolls and the dwarves being trussed up for dinner while Bilbo tries to distract them, she spoke up, wanting to talk to him about something. He paused the movie, then turned to look towards her. Yes? Is something bothering you, Trista? he asked curiously. When she appeared nervous, his look softened and he whispered It's fine...you can share anything with me. I'll listen to anything, even if you hate me. The encouragement did the trick as she, with a flush on her cheek, admitted that she loved him. But what caught him more than that was the trunk in the basement. Did sh- There was a look of complete panic upon his face, which could have dreaded the possibility of a rejection, but he closed his eyes and meditated deeply. It was true that he had loved her as a father would to a daughter...but could he ever see her as more than that? It was a question that rested heavily in his mind. And of course...the guilt of the past... After a moment of silence, he placed his hand over her head. I would say that your words truly surprised me, Trista. smiling, he gently turned her to face him. I don't want you to feel like you're indebted to me. Out of my freewill I took you in and I intend it that way. There is no need to worry about that. The BDSM aspect really did unnerve and almost...made him feel uncomfortable, but he sighed softly. I guess the secret's out, huh. Yes, I was into that when I was a bit younger, but I sort of stopped for personal reasons. he ended that sentence on a sad note, but manned up as he turned to her saying It is true that I always have loved you as a Father would. In fact, I felt it was impossible for me to love you as a true lover, but...that can change, can it? he said, softly leaning in close and telling her I never loved you as such, but...maybe you can teach me how to love you more intimately. He admitted. There was quite an age gap, but it wasn't something he was concerned. It was true that he never loved her as she had for him, but he pretty much opened it up for her, telling her that he was alright with it. In other words...he agreed. But, when she mentioned the toys in the basement he sighed You know, BDSM isn't like what people say it is. It will take dedication, devotion and of course, submission to my words. I feel that you should consider it before making a choice. Like I said, you don't owe me anything, so don't feel obliged to accept just to make it up to me. he told her softly. For now, the idea of watching the movie was completely forgotten, instead the two just looked at each other. A kiss would be redundant at this moment, eyes fixated upon each other's...