Thread: Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

Entering pool at a slow, steady pace, Desiree enjoyed the way water caressed her skin. It was very warm, the only solace being in the streams of cold water coming from the sides of the pool. As she advanced, she was careful not to make waves, enjoying the smooth surface of the liquid. Part of the reason for it was a certain concern and daze, clearly visible in her expression. Her fathers words created disorder and confusion in her mind. Did he really think that she just worried about herself? She bit on her thumb momentarily, letting out a low sigh before quickly releasing the finger, making sure she hadnt chipped any nail polish from her flawless manicure. That thought alone was enough to induce her into a thoughtful state for the rest of the day. Despite her occasional outburst of rage when they argued and she would tell him that he wasnt her real father, she really didnt think that way. To her, he was the most real thing on Earth. She had no intention of leaving when she turned eighteen she belonged with him until she got married or moved to college. On the other hand, her worries were not completely about him. There was that selfish part of her that worried about having to live in way lesser than what she did at that point. No, she decided, she was worried about him. About to launch into yet another internal debate, she was thankfully or perhaps sadly, distracted by her father as he stood up and pulled off his shirt. The sight of those strong muscles moving right under his skin, flexing with each movement, she couldnt help but stare with a lost air of a girl about to faint. At moments like that she had to remind herself that he was her father, and not just an incredibly sexy next door neighbor. Truth was, she would often day dream about him. However, her minds defense mechanisms were quick to react and repressed any memories of it. Sometimes, she would snap out of a day dream or wake up in the morning to discover that her cheeks were flushed and her heart was beating madly yet she had no recollection of why there were bits of his body coming back to her, yet never his face or any distinguishing features. The guys she dated were all complete opposites of him physically, other than for their bodies, because she felt an overwhelming subconscious need to prove to herself that she wasnt attracted to Micah. That day, however, everything was different somehow. Something was off, yet she didnt figure out what exactly yet. When he jumped under water she shook her head with a grin. You kids he would always say, or use those ridiculous words such as hip or cool in a way that made them sound like they were spoken by an old man. In reality, however, he was hardly forty, and still looked like he was in his early thirties or even late twenties, had it not been for a certain maturity and charm of an older, wiser man. To Desiree, it was a wonder that he was still on the market even her friends would occasionally stare at him when they thought she didnt notice. Many of them told straight to her face that she was lucky to be living with such a sexy man. Some even went as far as asking whether they were having sex. It was said as a joke, of course, yet for some reason her heart skipped a beat and she grew flustered when that was said. Her friends simply thought that her relationship with her step-father was so strong that she was offended by the words, when in truth she couldnt help but think of it. Thankfully her sex education teacher emphasized on the fact that teenagers could have a tendency to day dream about men and women in a position of power, which made her think that it was nothing but a passing phase. Either way, she didnt give it too much attention. James, her new crush, was a wonderful guy and while she by no means loved him yet, he did have a lot more potential. They spent a lot of time hanging out at his place, and he was one of the few guys to not ask her for any favors. Instead, he treated her with an odd respect and patience. At times it made her wonder whether he even liked her, yet after he asked her to the party all doubts were replaced by sheer happiness. That happiness sadly didnt prevent her jaw from almost dropping when Micah emerged from under water in all his half naked splendor. The drops of water on his skin, his wet hair falling about, it almost made her swoon. Daddy, she laughed as he splashed water onto her chest, causing the bikini to cling to her hardened nipples. Well, there are a lot of things, she started, alarms suddenly going off in her head. Whats in it for me? His question sounded almost flirty, making him seem like a guy her age, instead of leaving him in his fatherly position. First of all, she started with a playful expression. You can be proud of your daughter because instead of telling you that shes going to sleep over at Jessicas and sneaking out to the party instead, she told you the truth, she pointed out, chuckling softly. As she did that, her already irregularly raising and falling chest jiggled slightly. Secondly, you will make me so, so happy, which should make you happy, she continued, flashing him a boyish grin. For a moment, she paused, considering her words. And finally, you will get my everlasting love and gratitude, she added, her grin growing rather sheepish, her eyebrows arching slightly as she rose her eyes to meet his, studying him in silence. She then stepped forth, her arms loosely hooking around his waist. Despite the fact that there was some distance between them, her soft breasts were almost pressed up against his chest. Oh, please, please, please, she implored with a cute expression filled with the innocence and sensuality that were the main components of her charm. Generally, she could get anywhere with that expression alone at least among men. It worked a little less with women, yet sometimes she managed to pull it off anyways. Stepping on her tiptoes, she pressed the tip of her nose against his cheek, kissing his jaw. Oh, and Dad, my question wasnt about me, dont ever say that, she pouted before returning to her earlier position away from him, nudging him softly as she anticipated an answer.