Thread: Hiding in Plain Sight [Nothing_Is_As_It_Seems & GhostOfWinter]

Augustus reveled in his daughter's affections, beaming at her declaration that she was interested in no man's attention but his own. He found himself pulling her close, embracing her, tickling her sides or tracing his fingers along her neck or reaching underneath her hair to stroke the pointed tips of her ears. Augustus was no fool, and he knew well the feeling of a vampire's dominance, the ability of the nightfolk to bend the minds of mortal men to their will, for the Lady Adelina had used it on him in the past. He knew that his daughter's hold on his attention was not wholly natural, that she was instinctively and effortlessly applying the abilities her dhampyr biology granted her, but there seemed to be no malice in her actions, no ill intent. She simply expressed her love for him openly and plainly, and it made it easier for the reserved and cautious Viscount to let down his guard and express his own deep affection for his one and only daughter. Even so, he began to feel he may have crossed a line as his daughter stepped demurely out of the dressing room for the final time. His daughter was absolutely stunning, and it took him a few moments to collect himself. It seemed the dress left more exposed than it hid, revealing every part of her slender figure, from the delicious curves of her neck, to the rise and fall of her subtle chest, the taut, trim muscles of her back, her slender midriff, and those legs that seemed to go on and on, their form emphasized by a rather creative form of footwear that covered little. She looked exposed, vulnerable, innocent and unsure of herself. Augustus' mind conjured up an image, of pinning Gabriela up against a wall, his hand running up her thigh, underneath the garment that barely covered her, his other arm holding her firmly in place. What it would feel like to lean in, to nibble on his little girl's neck. Another, of Gabriela on a bed beneath him, her hair a mess, as he holds her arms at her sides, her subtle breasts threatening to escape from their flimsy covering. He stood transfixed, a hot and forbidden desire burning in his eyes as he looked his daughter's young body up and down. Then, catching himself, Augustus quickly forced the images from his mind. You're right, young lady. There is no way you're wearing that outside the house. he teased, but in his heart of hearts, he knew. He wanted his daughter to wear this dress for him. He knew it was a bad idea, that this dress would inspire very un-fatherly thoughts and desires, but he couldn't help himself. He was proud of the beautiful, charming, and ever affectionate daughter that he had raised over the past fifteen years, and he knew that she would not be with him forever, that someday she would find her own way and lead her own life, and for now, if she was willing to show this much of herself to him, to leave so little in the way of barriers between them, he wanted to enjoy it. He wanted to hold her close, to embrace her, cuddle her, feel her skin against him, share the warmth of her body. He wanted to watch her transform from an adorable girl to a beautiful woman in front of his eyes, and he didn't want to miss a moment of it. He reached for her and pulled her to him, holding her close and breathing in her scent. I love it. We're definitely buying it. Just remember your promise. This is only for home, only for us.