See, Salome can't imagine that. She can't imagine a sun like him not being the center of a persons universe. She can't imagine him not being worthy of someone else. In her mind, she can't picture anyone caring for Susan the way that he seemed to do. She has seen her with boyfriends, play things, but they never really lasted and Salome never got attached to them or paid them much mind. After awhile she learned to to grow attached to fading things and they would always just disappear after some time.
"I was a really cute baby," she tells him with a smile, her hand moving over his chest, petting and caressing him through his shirt as she smiles over the past. She likes that he views his past relationship not a waste because he got her out of the deal. That makes her feel warm and fuzzy all over. Because she likes to feel like she was something good that came out of that whole bitter affair. She still can't believe she came from that woman though. She can see herself as his child, she sees it in very real ways.
"There's a difference between wanting me and wanting me. It's a difference between wanting to fuck me and wanting to be with me. I mean I could probably get anyone to fuck me. Someone who will stick around and deal with my craziness is something that I want. Like you, you handle me. I want someone like you." It's probably best this way, it is one thing to know that she is precious to him and he has other women in his life, then to think that she is his one and only and then to find that she is not. That would destroy her in such a violent way, probably more so then when she first learned about Delilah. Slowly she is coming to learn the benefits of her position.
"I know, I'm not upset, I mean, I am learning, I am getting used to things and I think I am okay with things now. She's nice, I don't know if we'll ever be BFF's but I like what I am to you. I know that no one else can be like I am." She is his daughter, and he won't have another one, so she is cemented in a way that no other woman is in his life.
A smile and she pulls down the collar of his shirt and leans in to sink her teeth into his skin. Sucking on the salty taste of him, pulling at the skin as she inhales his scent and stretches to press her chest to his arm. Marking him in such a new, delicious way. "Mine. My papa." Her fingers move up the back of his head, disappearing into the dark hair of her father. "I love you because no matter what no one will ever replace what we are to one another."
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Date: 2012-08-12 02:43 am (UTC)"I was a really cute baby," she tells him with a smile, her hand moving over his chest, petting and caressing him through his shirt as she smiles over the past. She likes that he views his past relationship not a waste because he got her out of the deal. That makes her feel warm and fuzzy all over. Because she likes to feel like she was something good that came out of that whole bitter affair. She still can't believe she came from that woman though. She can see herself as his child, she sees it in very real ways.
"There's a difference between wanting me and wanting me. It's a difference between wanting to fuck me and wanting to be with me. I mean I could probably get anyone to fuck me. Someone who will stick around and deal with my craziness is something that I want. Like you, you handle me. I want someone like you." It's probably best this way, it is one thing to know that she is precious to him and he has other women in his life, then to think that she is his one and only and then to find that she is not. That would destroy her in such a violent way, probably more so then when she first learned about Delilah. Slowly she is coming to learn the benefits of her position.
"I know, I'm not upset, I mean, I am learning, I am getting used to things and I think I am okay with things now. She's nice, I don't know if we'll ever be BFF's but I like what I am to you. I know that no one else can be like I am." She is his daughter, and he won't have another one, so she is cemented in a way that no other woman is in his life.
A smile and she pulls down the collar of his shirt and leans in to sink her teeth into his skin. Sucking on the salty taste of him, pulling at the skin as she inhales his scent and stretches to press her chest to his arm. Marking him in such a new, delicious way. "Mine. My papa." Her fingers move up the back of his head, disappearing into the dark hair of her father. "I love you because no matter what no one will ever replace what we are to one another."