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Thread: Love and Hate (jaceyboo & Google)

Sydney smiled at his words, feeling a bit relieved by the fact that he didn't seem to mind if she were to grab hold of him. Strangely enough, she wanted to touch him. The thought seemed to surprise her, feeling a bit unsure as to why she would crave something so unfamiliar. Her mind went back to the way it had felt when his arm had slipped around her waist, wanting to feel it again. Though it was simple, his touch had sparked something inside of her, something she didn't quite understand. As though Dominic had been reading her mind, she felt his arm slip around her as he sat down in the seat next to her. For a moment, her body tensed, as though it was unsure of how to respond to him. It was what she had wanted though, and as she reminded herself of that, she began to relax. It was strangely satisfying, yet also intimidating being so close to him. She could feel the warmth of his body pressing into hers, his arm holding her close to him. He didn't seem nearly as affected by their closeness as she was, the man acting as though this was a regular thing for him. She found herself wishing she could be so collected, so at ease. A soft sigh left her lips as the lights dimmed further and the opening credits began to play. Now, she didn't have to worry about making a fool of herself, at least until the movie was over. At least that was what she had thought. The movie had just begun as she felt his fingers brush against her neck, the action causing her to draw in a sharp breath. His touch seemed to leave a tingling sensation behind on her skin. Almost instantly, he seemed to pull her attention away from the movie, her mind once again focused on the close proximity of his body to hers. She found herself wondering if he knew what he was doing, and if he knew what kind of reaction he would get from her.
Thread: Love and Hate (jaceyboo & Google)

This girl really was rather innocent and sensitive given the way that she was responding to some very simple touch from him. To most this would be considered exceedingly innocent, perhaps a little forward to do this so quickly, before the movie proper had even started. Of course this was how Dominic preferred to operate, he viewed wasting his time as absolutely worthless and so he would rather figure it all out as quickly as was possible. Right now he wasn't just moving into a position where he could take advantage of his lovely date... though he very much intended to do that but instead it was a way to test her, to learn more about her. The little sigh, the intake of her breath and a brush of his fingers over her neck let him know that her heart was beating rather quickly. All very good from his perspective, especially when taken in conjunction with the fact that she wasn't moving to stop him in any way, not only did this excite her but she was also enjoying it. For a little while he allowed her to grow used to the simple contact, the easy touch and the proximity of his body. As impatient as he was for answers and the pleasures that she could bring to him he also knew he needed to wait for a little bit so that she would be more at ease with everything. He advanced in steps, neither too quickly nor too aggressively. As she grew more relaxed against him, perhaps even leaning into his touch a little bit, Dominic was slowly shifting, allowing the arm draped over her shoulder to draw her a little closer. Of course that let his hand dip lower, brushing finger tips over the top of her breast as it descended, not groping her but instead feigning innocence in the touch, the entire time keeping eyes forward on the screen as though he were doing nothing at all untoward. The feel of her breasts, light though it was, absolute perfection. Not the largest he had ever enjoyed in the past but the lightest touch confirmed for him that they were as firm and perky as they looked, a growing bulge down the left leg of his pants making it clear to Sydney if she were to notice just how much her date was enjoying the simple proximity of their bodies, the warmth and smell from her was a little intoxicating. He wanted to remain patient, to be controlled and take his time but Dominic knew that he just couldn't do it, the arm not draped around her moving, his hand coming to rest lightly on her knee, thumb brushing against the bottom of her dress, bolder then the arm around her shoulder certainly but hardly obscene... not yet.
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure Returning home was nostalgic for anyone in life, especially after such tragedy, but perhaps this was more so. Perhaps this held to it a measure of something somber and subtly beautiful in the surreal world in which her Father lived. The home she returned to was prosaic, set back from even the small town that she returned to. Her parents had owned several acres of land, not farmland but merely forest, a sincere wish for privacy in a century that wanted everyone to be as open as possible. It had a reserved feeling to it, back amongst the wooded trees, the large place empty now...empty not merely because of the woman who had gone, but the man who had lost his spirit with her. Yet there was much that remained the same, even if the spirit seemed to have flown from the place. Decorations were already out, the lights around the home kept a simple white and tastefully done. A wreath upon the door signaling the coming Christmas. Her Mother had always had the most exquisite of tastes, keeping things simple and yet elegant, and her Father had followed those directions painstakingly. How heart wrenching it must have been for him to have placed the decorations up this year, following a pattern he had done for decades. Was it memorializing his late wife? Was it merely habit that he could not break? Whatever the case may be the house looked inviting...and vacant. The doorbell rang and it took quite a few moments before her Father came to the door. The quiet of the property emphasized the motions that were occurring. A small thump, perhaps signaling he had risen from a bed? A slight shuffling, perhaps he was dragging his leg? The thump of a body hitting something...perhaps a cabinet or corner? It was hardly the motions of an individual that seemed to be alert and controlled. Hardly the motions of a person who had it all together. One definitely fact about the silence radiated however...there was no dogs barking. The two dogs that had been owned by the family, that had in truth belonged more to his beautiful wife, were now gone. That silence was telling. Things had changed. Slowly the door creaked open, slowly the blurry eyes looked out at his daughter and he gave a wane smile. There her Father stood, nowhere near the man he had been before. Oh, he still had some of the attributes that had made him the man she knew and loved. She could smell the scent of his clothing, of his aftershave, but his clothes were ruffled and unkempt...perhaps because he had slept in them. His hair was out of place, and he noticed it immediately, trying to smooth himself out and make himself presentable. And there was the smell of alcohol on his breath as he opened the door a little more, his voice rough as he tried to find something to say and then finally settled on...Welcome home.
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure Phoebe was trying her best to handle the situation and things that happened around her. Shed actually grown wiser ever since she lost her mother and one could sense in the way she dressed and presented herself. She was looking more and more like her mother as she gets older day by day. The resemblance and her manners, all matched to her mothers and one would say, she's even beautiful than her mother ever was at that age. Kind of an upgraded version of her mother. Till date, she didn't get to grieve for her mother's death and that had sort of haunted her for quite a while now. She noticed the decoration thats been done by her father and couldnt imagine what he must have gone through while doing it, let alone going through it alone, by himself. She instantly cursed herself for leaving her father the way she did. At least, she had college and books to distract her from her loss but what about him? All of a sudden, she became aware of it and felt really bad. She heard the silence even when she was standing outside the door and then few thuds and thumps that followed which made her wonder what was happening inside. It was pretty much evident what was causing the chaos on the other side of the door when a door opened up and there stood a tall man with broad shoulders, so strong and yet looking so broken up. She knew it instantly that hed been drinking and it actually made her wonder if the drinking ever stopped. Maybe it had gotten worse, it was the only legitimate reason, finding beer bottles on the table in the living room when she peeked inside the house. She always liked how their house was on the outskirts of the town where not many people bothered them unnecessarily. They did have a large property, most of which was just sitting there and she noticed how the grass had grown since her father havent kept up with mowing the lawn. Can she blame him? She watched him once he opened the door and saw him give her a wane smile. He obviously seemed a little lost for a second before he welcomed her in. They both were sad it seemed and just being in the house, the sadness magnified by ton but it's not like that they could pack up and just leave. Besides, even if they were to leave, where would they go? Everything was here. She never was able to bond with her father but she knew he was there for her all the time. Her father was going through a lot and she knew it. She wished there was something she could do to help him get through. She just wished there was something she could do...but for now it will be taking care of him, doing what her mother used to do and fulfilling motherly duties around the house while she was back for the holidays. She walked into the living room and went straight for her room as tears came running down her pretty face. She rushed upstairs to her room and walked over to the window, away from the door and she cried. Maybe this was a bad idea after all
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure ...As far as ideas went it very well might have been a poorly conceived one. Neither of them could say for now, no matter how much they hurt, whether it was going to be something that helped them through this terrible time together. Yet it was obvious they both needed each other. Whether or not they might have wanted that to be the case. Even off kilter, even drunk, he understood what was happening when she came into the house and then rushed up to her room. Sadness filled his face as he saw his beautiful girl so utterly devastated at her return home. He just stood there next to the now closed door, feeling the chill from outside permeating his bones and he wondered if the chill was not because of the emotional distance between him and his daughter. His hand came up to brush across his forehead, smoothing it out and then back into his hair in order to gain some semblance of control of himself. He reached out to stumble just the tiniest of bits, shaking his head as he tried to still himself and gain a bit more control. No, he could never leave it like this. He could never leave his daughter hurting, no matter how he felt. Yes they had been estranged, yes they had been hurting, and damn it yes they had suffered but could he allow that suffering to continue? Could he just stand there like an old fool and not reach out to her to try to heal the gulf between them, and more than that... ...to heal the emptiness left by the Mother she had lost, the wife that was no longer there with him? God it ached, it ached so badly, and he nearly started crying himself. His features furrowed as he straightened his shoulders and determined that he was not, he was not going to be this kind of man. He was not going to be the kind of man who let the silence ruin what remained of the future. He tightened his blurry gaze and followed after her, occasionally having a problem or two as he made it to her bedroom door...but he paused, paused as he swore he heard some kind of noise. Something inside of that room. Maybe he didn't, maybe it was his imagination, or maybe he just knew instinctively that his daughter was crying....none of that mattered, what mattered was that he reached out and opened that door instead of standing there like an idiot. His hand turned the knob, opening it as he leaned in just slightly so that he could see her standing there at the window. His voice was kind, slurred but kind. It was the voice of a Father who wanted to make sure she was all right. She'd heard that sound before, his worry and his well meaning, his willingness to be there for her. Hon...hey..., he said as he took a small step into the room, lightly bracing against the door to prevent a show of any of his own weakness. Tears were already in his eyes as he watched her and he continued. Listen...I know, I know time's have been rough, but we can make it through it...can't we?
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure Phoebe had gone to her room not because she didnt want to speak to him but only because she didnt know what to say. Especially after seeing him drowned in booze and sorrow, it seemed he was still going through what she was going through. She felt as if the incident had happened a day before and all her hard work to put this behind her while in college had gone in vain. Especially being back home and now with her father around, she could only think of her mother and nothing else. She went into her room and rushed over to the window, overlooking their backyard where her mother used to do gardening work. Her eyes were full of tears and in this moment, she felt so lonely. It wasnt until she heard someone come up to her room and she heard her father making sure if she was okay. She heard him open the door and then enter, trying to console her with whatever words he was able to spill out. She finally turned around, hed find the dieing garden behind her, past the window as she looked up at him. There wasnt anything anyone could say to make things alright. She didnt know what got into her that she instantly rushed over to her father and wrapped her tiny hands around his large frame. She could smell alcohol on him but didnt blame him at all. She had her studies to depend on and he had his ways to run away from the bitter truth and that woman is actually gone now. Shes really goneisnt she? She said sobbing and added, Some part of me wanted to think of it as one bad dream and on my way here, I sort of wished to find her when I opened the door. She gasped as she hugged him tighter, I miss her. She said and looked out to her room. She realized it was a mess and so was the whole house. With no one around to clean up and look after the house and her father like her mother did, she deep down knew, shed have to take after her mother.as far as the house was concerned and keeping it neat. She pulled back, wiping her tears, looking up at him, Didid you eat? Are you hungry? Let me make something for you. She said and turned around, wiping her face before looking at him, Shall we eat? You hungry?
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure His own face was a lesson in tragedy, perhaps resembling that dying garden in a way that only the desperately hurt could. It was the face of a man who had not been watered, the spirit no longer willing regardless of whether the flesh was, and as such his soul wilted...longing for something to bring him back. Or perhaps that was what truly made this tragic, because where others might be longing to find a place in life once more...he merely melted away. It left him a ghost of a human being, a shell of a man, and as he looked down into his own daughter's face she could see something that had been there all along since his wife had passed away. She could see resignation. It was not uncommon, not uncommon in the slightest. Statistics showed so frequently that after the death of a spouse, the one left living had very few years left....if any. Yet he was not some self-centered fool and as he looked down at her he reached up and touched her face, caressing with one strong thumb across her cheeks to wipe away the remaining tears personally. Even if he suffered, he would see her find some measure of being able to move on, some measure of hope in a world that was without her mother....and perhaps eventually without him. It gave him a grace, even as he stood there disheveled and hungover, and his smile slowly came to his face...a smile not of happiness but one of commiseration as his voice spoke gently. I'd like that... It was all the words that needed to be said between them, it meant so much more than just dinner and eating together. So much more than just whether or not they sat down at a table and he was fed. It meant that he was willing to share in that loss, that he was willing to be there for her. It was everything in her words answered back. He missed her too and he wished she had answered that door. He wished it was all a bad dream, that nothing had ever changed. He would have liked that...he would have liked that. They were left with this though and he reached out, hugging her around the shoulder just slightly, before kissing her forehead almost roughly. Thank you, thank you for coming home. And with those simple words he eased the gulf between them as he began to walk with her downstairs.
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure Phoebe was going to series of emotions, standing in her room where she could see the garden her mother used to work on for hours. Shed watch her while studying in her room, not paying much attention to her mother then but not she would give anything to catch a glimpse of her, working in the garden. Knowing its impossible is when people wants and thats what she was feeling in that moment. She knew that wasnt going to happen and her mothers really gone. How she wished she was still alive. She realized a one sad person makes another sadder and so when she saw her father falling weak, she couldnt see a strong man like him become so vulnerable. It was best to not talk about this much so the thoughts would eventually go away. It was right to get herself busy in chores around the house. Cooking for her old man was definitely one. One of many tasks her mother would have at her hand. Something told her that his room would be a mess and it would take a while to clean it up. At least, her room was pretty much the same way as shed left it. When she offered to make him some food, she smiled when he agreed. Still wiping her tears and the one she missed, he wiped it off of her face. She felt his hot breath over her forehead when he kissed her roughly, smiling at him, Come on now. Lets get you back to the living room. How about she said as she helped him out of her room, making sure he wouldnt trip and fall. He was indeed drunk or tipsy the least. How about you sit in the living room, watch something while I make something for you? She said as they came around and helped him sit on the couch. She looked at the pizza box on the counter, How about a slice of pizza? She asked him as she leaned down to pat his shoulder, I will warm up two slices. I will eat with you as well. She said and smiled, walking into the kitchen which had a clear view of it from the living room.
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure There was something comforting about the way his daughter was there for him, about the way she took him close and helped him through the house to ensure that he was safe. Everyone, even a strong man, needed someone there for them at times throughout their lives. It was the nature of humanity, that not everyone could be at their best, and that sometimes a person needed a little help. As she moved him through the house, as she kept him from falling on his face and looking like an imbecile, he realized immediately why it was so comforting. It was not just that she cared about him, it was not just that she loved him, but it was the fact that she reminded him so much of her Mother at that moment. So much like the woman he loved. He swore they even smelled the same. His hand had moved just slightly as they walked, occasionally stumbling, and he found himself admiring just unconsciously the way her hips swayed as they moved down the stairs and the feeling of the swell of her young backside. Swiftly he shoved those thoughts aside, almost disgusted with himself as she helped him onto the couch. He had remained quite as she did so, just appreciative, but perhaps it was that the other thoughts were occupying his mind. Perhaps he just could not accept that he saw her a little bit like a woman, mingling with the memories of the mother that she was doing her best to replace. She might not realize it, not even he did really, but she was trying to step into a role that he needed....a role that he required of someone. A role that her mother had done...so many things in. As she moved to walk off into the kitchen his eyes lingered on her, almost comparing her, but he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes just slightly, moving past that moment and giving a small sigh. Some part of him, some sick part was idly considering with hopefulness that his daughter would bend over and let him admire her young rear....a teasing game his wife had played with him whenever he sat on the couch in the living room and she cooked. She had gone out of her way to tease, to taunt, to show off....he somehow doubted that would be the case at the moment, and he gave a rueful sad smile as he replied. That'd be fine, angel.