Rationalization is so easy sometimes, especially when it's something you really, really want. Salome wasn't exactly raised in an environment on 'no,' and 'that's not allowed.' So it seems to her that whatever she really wants she should really get, including her father. It will be a bit of a shock when she figures out that she can't always get what she wants, like the song goes. For the moment however, she can be blissfully unaware of that and just enjoy her own private fantasy with him.

Oddly enough it seems like talking about it (in a subtle, easy way) is helping. Mainly because it is in the form of praise and acceptance instead of shame and denial.

He tickles her and she giggles against him, shrieking first with surprise before putting her arms down to try and protect her bare ribs from his fingers.

"I don't remember that," she admits, climbing on to his lap once again, straddling him and regarding him with a bit of narrow eyed disbelief. "Are you making that up? Who kisses like that anyway, it seems so gross." Her fingers move through his hair, gripping at the headboard behind him as she leans in to kiss him just like that, like they do in the movies. Mouth, tongue, taste. She groans softly for as much of the act as the knowledge that this is so very, very wrong.