Thread: Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

Micah gave out a light little chuckle after they had sat down together, Desiree telling him that she was being responsible. Perhaps everything he had told her earlier had sunk in deeper than he intended or thought it might. By the time he had gathered up his wine glass and the bottle, Desiree had already loosened up her clothing, slipped out of the jewelry, and had her long locks of hair flowing just as freely as ever. Micah smiled over to her as she sat down, taking his place next to her. Sitting together with Desiree on the couch, his hand stroked over the edge of her shoulder and the side of her arm, staying there, comforting his step-daughter. Giving her the short details of his evening, Micah felt her small hand rub across his toned abs. He tried to shrug it off, thinking she may have already had a few to drink tonight, and she was touching him in such a way she wasn??t really aware she might be. Still though, the caress of her warm fingers through the tank top he still had on from earlier made his skin tingle again, edging his continuing want for her more with ever small and innocent seeming graze. Micah blushed with the small kiss to his jaw, the low light concealing the reaction rather well. She may not have been realizing it, but she was pushing all of the right buttons on him. Chuckling again, Micah looked over to Desiree when she took the first sip of wine. ??Sure we can watch movies all night, and then we can watch our favorite Saturday Morning cartoons,? he said playfully. Looking down at the girl, he bit his lower lip slightly, his gaze landing at the top of her chest, catching more than an eyeful of her full breasts. Had she not been leaning against him, Micah would have been easily able to peer straight through her cleavage. Shifting a little, he knew he was starting to grow hard again, hoping he would be able to hide that fact for just a while longer. He didn??t really notice that she had polished off the wine so quickly, and even if he had, he wouldn??t have cared about it all that much. When she moved to set the couch into more of a reclined position, he let her go, doing the same thing with his section. The bottom came up slightly, while the back slumped backwards further, making the perfectly comfortable couch even more comfortable, a perfect spot to snuggle up. Leaning back up against Micah, his arm wrapped around her nearly bare shoulders, squeezing her warm and soft body closer to himself. He listen to her explain how there had been a fight, and related property damage. Micah just shook his head, knowing that Desiree and James were not involved with the incident at all. Nodding when she asked if they could just not talk about it, he smiled, respecting her wishes. With her head resting on his shoulder, his fingers curled up, playing in a few strands of her silken straightened hair. Lightly he curled her hair about several fingers, just feeling it toy in his fingers. When she looked up to him, he had been looking out the window away from her, making his chiseled jaw line look even more defined by the slight angle his head was at. Quickly, he looked back around, giving her shoulder an extra little squeeze. ??I love you too, Desiree,? he cooed out to her softly. Feeling her hand move up from his side and over his chest, Micah took in a deeper breath, Desiree??s magic hand filling his body with more of that very special, tingly warmth. After it had made it??s way to it??s perch on his shoulder, he smiled down to her sweetly. ??Yes, I??m watching Star Trek again,? he said, mocking her tone and voice playfully. ??I had a lot of time on my hands tonight,? He felt Desiree start to move, her long, bare legs easily slipping over the denim fabric of his short pants. The material went down to just past his knees, though he so badly wished that it hadn??t, wanting to feel such perfect flesh move against his skin. In her new position, only her legs were over his lap, with the rest of her figure still resting on the couch. Closing his eyes softly for a moment, Micah took in a small, but deeper breath, his internal trigger being pulled back farther and farther, begging for the bullet to be fired. No longer could he sit her idly pretending his feelings were not there. Enough was enough, and Micah was unable to restrain himself from acting against Desiree anymore. With his left arm still kept her head and body leaned close to his chest, continuing the light nuzzles, his right hand moved down to her right ankle, giving it several small strokes, just moving his fingertips over her smooth, creamy flesh. The motion seemed innocent enough really, even if deeper desires were being hidden underneath. Slowly his fingers worked their way up, higher and higher, up to her knee. It was almost like he was trying to tickle her in a way, but Micah made sure that did not happen. Once past her knee, his hand flattened out, gripping the lower portion of her thigh, several fingers curving to the inner part, as far down on his thigh as he could go. Looking down to Desiree with a sweet and friendly smile, it was then that he noticed just how tantalizingly close their lips had become through their snuggling. All he would need to do was to lower his head, maybe an inch, and they would be together. Without a word, he did just that. Micah had kissed Desiree on the lips before, just a light little peck, mostly when she had gone heavy on the make-up. But this? tonight kiss was different. Instead of a quick little smooch, his warm lips just seemed to linger right there, not pulling away. Although he offered no tongue, it was still very apparent that the meaning behind it was more than the father-daughter bond they shared, much more. To get that point across further, Micah pulled his arm tighter against her shoulders, drawing the young girl even closer, the kiss becoming firm, more wanting. The flavor of her lips was so sweet and wonderful. Micah didn't know if it was from her lip gloss, or if it was the natural flavor of her skin. Regardless, he wanted more of it. The hand upon her thigh slowly creeped up her skin, further making it??s way along her perfectly smooth leg. Soon, he gave the middle of her thigh a firm, deep caress, fingers curling deeper to the inner flesh, feeling the wonderful heat float up from beneath his digits. Right then and there, he had the sudden urge to rush his hand forward, and groping the front of her underwear. Somehow though, he restrained himself, his fingers kneading their way closer to the bottom of her dress. Micah let out a slight moan of pent up pleasure, his heart already racing in his chest. The stiffness hidden by his denim shorts pressed against the inside of them, forming a large bulge, the hard lump prodding somewhat at the back of her resting leg. His usually strong conscious had been shut up, and locked away somewhere deep within his mind. Nothing at all now would stop him from what he so badly wanted, needed, and craved for so long... not even Desiree herself.