Thread: Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

Desiree instantly regretted having called out for her father as she realized that virtually all of the lights were out, other than the one suggesting he could be watching. She figured that that light had been little more than a bluff to keep the kids behaving. Of course she never knew, which was one of the reasons she asked James to leave so early. When her father did answer, however, she felt a smile, a tired one but a smile nonetheless, spread across her face. At least he was awake. For some reason she wanted someone to hold her, desperately so. Alright, perhaps he couldnt provide her with the kind of holding she wanted, yet an embrace would be fine. Almost as though he knew what exactly she was thinking about, Micah pulled her into an embrace without letting her answer, only giving her enough time to nod and say that everything was okay. Completely silent, she wrapped her arms around her fathers neck tightly, her breasts squished against his chest. Although she didnt realize it, her dress slipped slightly during the embrace, one of her nipples almost showing since she clearly wasnt wearing a bra. When the embrace ended, she pulled away with reluctance, following her father into the living room. There, she quickly pulled off her jewelry, setting it on the table and freed her mane, dropping the elastic next to it. The only reminder of the evening was the dress she wore, but it was comfortable enough for her to stay in it. Sitting down by his side, she told herself that maybe it wasnt so bad. Perhaps her relationship with James would work out better if they were to take things slowly and wait until theyve dated for a couple of months instead of jumping into things right away. It would probably result in at least one of them getting hurt in the end since it would have been the first time for the two of them that night. At least thats what everyone told her, including James. Either way, instead of being with him she could have a father and daughter date with Micah, she told herself, trying to wipe the disappointment off her face. They generally had fun, and he did let her drink when it was just them. Im being responsible, she teased when he mentioned that she was home early but listened to his words instead of telling him her story. While he spoke, she made herself comfortable against him, one of her arms sliding across his rock hard abs. He was the only father she knew to be in such a wonderful shape. Her hand caressed his side slowly, her eyes shutting while she listened to his heartbeat. She didnt realize that he could see most of her breasts from the way she was sitting and quite honestly couldnt even care less. Well thats good. We can watch movies all night? She suggested with a bright smile, lifting her chin to kiss his jaw lightly before turning back to the television, holding on to the glass of wine. She emptied it fairly quickly yet did so subtly to avoid making him think that she was binge drinking or anything along the lines. Setting the glass on the table, she studied the couch, hesitating for a few moments before bending over to push on the lower part, getting it to slide up, the couch becoming more of a bed than a couch. It just sucked, she stated, leaning up against him. And dad, youre embarrassing, she stated with a blush when he talked about making out. He did have a point, she thought to herself. At least they could have comforted each other the blood gushing everywhere hadnt been the most pleasant sight. The guy was fine though, they received a text message on the way home. The weird thing was nobody even knew who invited him. He wasnt part of their crowd. It was a great party at first, but then this guy got into a fight with another guy, and he punched a hole through Melissas glass door, she stated, shivering. That kind of killed any desire to make out, she stated bluntly, grinning at her father defiantly. She was already getting light headed, although definitely not drunk. The girls weight hardly exceeded a hundred pounds, making her a very, very light weight. Nonetheless, she developed tolerance overtime and although often tipsy or light headed she was never drunk. Her father of course didnt know about the development of said tolerance since she mostly drank without him being around, quite obviously. Can we not talk about it? The guys okay, it was just shallow wounds, she stated with a sigh, shifting her head to rest the side of her face against her fathers shoulder, looking up at him. Her lips were so close to his ones, yet she wasnt even dimly aware of that fact. The thought that if he turned his head and tilted it by an inch their lips would meet didnt even faintly graze her brain. Dad, I love you, she murmured tiredly, shutting her eyes with a lazy expression. Her hand on his sides slowly slid up his hard chest, slowly outlining his muscles almost as though he was a lover, not her father, until her hand reached his shoulder, resting on it softly. Opening her eyes again, she stifled a yawn, glancing at the television with a chuckle. Youre watching Star Track again? She laughed, softly nudging his size. Her bare legs meanwhile slid up, resting across his lap, her dress riding up so high another couple of inches more and her firm rear would have been exposed especially so since the only form of underwear she was wearing was a sexy white thong made of a lacy material with a ribbon on each side she loved those for some reason and had quite a few articles of clothing with them.