Thread: All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

It continued to amaze her, how easily it all came to her. She had no problem teasing him with her smooth leg, not a single issue with the way her tiny body snuggled up so closely against him. It was wrong, inappropriate, and yet already, it seemed to feel so right. Really, the only hard thing about it was not being able to properly gauge his reaction. Each time she coyly made an attempt to stir something within him, she played it off as if nothing was happening. Yet, she wanted to watch him, to see the look in his eyes, watch for any changes in his expression. That would simply make it too obvious though, and she refrained from focusing her attention on him. Instead, she paid attention to the movie that was unfolding on the screen in front of them, or it at least appeared as though that was what she was doing. While her eyes were glued to the television, the events that were taking place on it seemed to go right past her, her mind concerned with other, far more important things. Of course, she had to pay some mind to what was happening, but only enough so that she could properly react. When the suspense would build, her grip on him would tighten, and every so often, she would scoot just the slightest bit closer. Her infrequent movements didn't seem greatly significant at first, but as the movie went on, he would begin to notice the way she seemed to inch closer and closer. Her legs, though folded up this time, eventually made their way back onto his lap, her head resting against his shoulder. The position allowed for her to turn her face into the crook of his neck during the parts she didn't wish to see, and each time she did so, he would feel her warm breath against his skin, her lips teasingly close, yet not close enough to brush against him. It made her wonder whether or not it was as maddening to him as it was to her. Surely, he was not yet able to conclude what it was she was up to, yet she hoped that she had at least managed to spark something inside of him. She knew she couldn't act too boldly yet, but more than anything, she wanted to just give in to her desires. She felt desperate enough that perhaps he would be able to sense it. And just like that, the movie was over. It seemed to go by in no time at all, which was both relieving and annoying. She was driving herself crazy, and yet, she wanted it to continue. And so, even as the credits began to play on the screen, she remained where she was. Her right hand had previously held onto the neck of his shirt, though her grip loosened now, a single finger running down his chest, as though she was tracing the outline of his body. That was kind of freaky. she spoke, her voice soft as she maintained her position. The young girl seemed to show no intention of moving, and though her eyes didn't show it, there was a burning curiosity within her that was eager to see what her father would do next. Would he gently move her aside so he could get up and go to bed? Or perhaps, he would tell her to pick another movie. She had no way of knowing what was going on in his head, and so desperately, she hoped that whatever actions he would choose to take would help to reveal some insight on what he was thinking.