Thread: Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

Micah knew that Desiree was not the biggest fan of when he had his friends over. She had told him about the playful little flirty, which was always bound to happen to a girl of her looks, and also about the, inappropriate touches that sometimes occurred as well. Most of the time, it was of course do to the effect the wine or other sprits had on them. The first few times it had happened, Micah did let it slide, talking to the men briefly, and telling them diplomatically to not do that again. But things began to get a little worse, the incidents of Desiree??s harassment increased slightly, and he began to be a little less careful with his words when dealing with the offenders. One time it had even resulted in Micah punching one of his business partners, knocking him fully clothed into the pool in front of most everyone. To say the least, she had not been flirted with or touched since then, but he knew it was still a major concern for Desiree. He watched the episode of Scrubs with her, and although Micah did not watch the show religiously, it was sometimes hard to tell what was going on socially between the characters. Like any show, it had it??s key episodes, but it was still fun to watch, making him chuckle out loud at points. After the show and the brief cleanup, Micah sighed when she then realized the time, his strong and loving hands still working on her hidden shoulders ever so lightly. A part of him wished Desiree would have more time before her date came to pick her up, wanting to spend more time with her in several ways, and for several reasons. The first was just because they had not been spending a whole lot of time together, but what sane teenage girl wants to hang out with a parent all the time? The second of course, was because of his ongoing arousal for his step-daughter, wanting to act on his lewd thoughts, but at this juncture, he had waited far too long. Continuing the shoulder rub a moment longer, he slowly slid his hands away when she told him she had to go and get ready. Hearing Desiree rush up to her room, Micah took in a deep breath, trying to relax. Fetching a glass of ice cold water, he went into the living room, sitting down on his favorite leather recliner. Setting the glass on a coaster, as to not leave a water mark on the solid mahogany end table that was to the side, he then picked up the remote, flipping on the TV that was mounted above the mantle. He switched it over to the cable news channels, skimming through them, seeing what he had missed through they day. Most importantly, were the companies stocks. Watching the ticker crawl past on the edge of the screen, theirs was of course predictably up once again. With a smug smile, Micah changed the channel to Comedy Central, catching the previous nights edition of the Daily Show. During one of the commercial breaks, Micah got up out of his chair, adjusting a few of the art books that were laying on the solid glass surface of the coffee table. While he made a few decorative adjustments, he suddenly felt a pair of light hands set down on his sides. Standing up with a hidden smile, he took Desiree??s right hand from his side, lifting it up, giving her palm a light kiss, feeling her chin give a small nuzzle to his shoulder. After she let go to step in front of her step father, Micah looked over the beautiful and sweet smelling girl standing in front of her. Taking in her looks from head to toe, he could not help but be a little jealous of her date tonight. ??You look absolutely stunning,? he told her, completely truthful, blushing just a little. The golden light of the setting sun poured in through the large windows of the room, almost making her look like she had a faint angelic glow to top everything off. Holding her hands very softly in his own, Micah leaned in to return one of those cheek kisses she had given him earlier, being extra careful not to smudge or smear her carefully applied make up. Looking over her again, just to be sure, the arousal within him had already started to churn again, craving to have Desiree ever so deeply. ??James?? he said for a moment, knowing she had mentioned his name during idle conversation at dinner. ???it was James, right?? he asked, teasing as if he had not paid careful attention. ??He is very lucky to have you as a date tonight,? he told her, nodding with a smile a few times. Giving Desiree??s hands a light squeeze, he gave her other cheek a kiss, and then one more on her forehead, just for good measure. Looking to her gorgeous eyes sweetly, he smiled. ??Just remember, be home on time? but really, more importantly, be careful tonight,? Micah told Desiree, ??Oh, and even more importantly than that?? he continued, as if he was about to give her a mini-lecture on drinking, drugs, or having sex. ??Have fun tonight, ok?? he ended with a playful smirk, shooting the girl a wink. Just then the doorbell rang. Micah was surprised he hadn??t heard the car pull up. Even in such a large house, he tended to have an ear for such a thing. Perhaps he had been so enchanted by the girls looks, he had been taken out of that state of mind. Escorting her to the door, he opened it up, seeing the young and attractive boy there, all dressed up himself. If Micah didn??t know any better, he would have thought they might be going to senior prom. James wore a black pinstripe suit, neatly pressed and not a fleck of lint anywhere. Underneath the jacket, was a crimson shirt, shinny enough to be silk. His necktie was neatly done up, and the more whimsical part of Micah had thought it might have been a clip on, but clearly this boy had better taste than that. ??You must be James,? Micah said, reaching out to shake his hand. He made sure his grip was firm and strong, and even through he probably could have crushed the boys hand, he made sure not to go quite that far. He also gave strong and crystal clear eye contact, shooting him the typical fatherly warning look. It was something that transcended words, the unsaid warnings not at all needing to be said. ??I??m Micah, Desiree??s step father,? he introduced himself. ??And this, as I??m sure you know is Desiree,? he said with a small chuckle. Taking her hand, she lead her out the door, giving a small escort once more. James smiled towards Desiree, then took her dainty hand, leading her over to the passenger side of the car, with Micah following a step or two behind. Being the perfect gentleman that he was, James opened the door for her date, offering her any help to get in that she may need. Once seated, he made his way around, hopping into to the drivers seat. Micah kneeled down next to Desiree??s window, and she unrolled it. Looking to them both, and shooting James another one of those looks, he then smiled to the young man. ??Desiree needs to be home by one tonight,? Micah told him, even though the point had been driven home in her head several times. With so much reinforcement, Micah was faithful it would not be an issue. ??Have fun you two,? He ended, giving Desiree one last kiss to the cheek. Stepping away, he stood in the driveway and watched the pair drive off, until they were out of sight. With a sigh, but a smile on his face, he shook his head. He was honestly happy for Desiree, glad she found someone that she liked. Turning around, Micah went into the kitchen, and popped open a bottle of wine for himself. By no means did he plan to drink the whole thing by himself. Going back into the living room, he sat back down, flipping through, trying to find something to watch. Taking a sip of the red wine, He pulled his iPhone from his pocket. Scrolling through the names in his contact list, he set the phone down only about halfway through. ?Screw it,? he thought. A quiet night at home was something he did not get all that often. Taking another sip of his beverage, Micah relaxed into his chair, as Zombieland was just beginning to start.