Wow. He's not a fan of bargaining, but he'll take it over out-and-out complaining--or, God forbid, whining--any day. Parenting magic, indeed. This is great. It's not only a new way to bond, but it's like a whole new tool in his arsenal in the war that is having a teenager. Once they get over that whole little Delilah issue, things'll be peachy.
Totally.
Richard laughs low, having been only barely holding on to consciousness, himself. "Baby, you've got no idea what hungry and tired feels like. You've taken it right out of me." If nothing else, this is a good fix for his insomnia. "I'm going to have to crawl downstairs."
He stretches, bending down to plant a couple of playful smooches down her neck--has it always been this lovely?--before pulling her down to his chest and kissing the top of her head. His fingertips grope around on the bedside table for the girlie little lamp, and when he shuts it off, his arms drape around her waist. "Let's just take a little nap for a couple of minutes, the food's not going anywhere. I can only pretend to crack the whip about your homework when I'm more awake."
What a peculiar feeling it is, to be lying in his daughter's bed, having completely desecrated it right along with her, that lovely, lithe body up against his with no barrier between their flesh. He grins in the dark of her room and kisses her shoulder, taking a deep breath as much to steady himself as to savor the scent of her.
A stupid idea, and thoughtless, and one that may very well end up scarring the poor girl for life. But she seems to have enjoyed it, and there are certainly worse crimes in the world.
If he had a conscience, he's sure it'd be perfectly clean.
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Totally.
Richard laughs low, having been only barely holding on to consciousness, himself. "Baby, you've got no idea what hungry and tired feels like. You've taken it right out of me." If nothing else, this is a good fix for his insomnia. "I'm going to have to crawl downstairs."
He stretches, bending down to plant a couple of playful smooches down her neck--has it always been this lovely?--before pulling her down to his chest and kissing the top of her head. His fingertips grope around on the bedside table for the girlie little lamp, and when he shuts it off, his arms drape around her waist. "Let's just take a little nap for a couple of minutes, the food's not going anywhere. I can only pretend to crack the whip about your homework when I'm more awake."
What a peculiar feeling it is, to be lying in his daughter's bed, having completely desecrated it right along with her, that lovely, lithe body up against his with no barrier between their flesh. He grins in the dark of her room and kisses her shoulder, taking a deep breath as much to steady himself as to savor the scent of her.
A stupid idea, and thoughtless, and one that may very well end up scarring the poor girl for life. But she seems to have enjoyed it, and there are certainly worse crimes in the world.
If he had a conscience, he's sure it'd be perfectly clean.