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The mental and physical prepping for this day was a little uneven.  Not that her dad has a lot of baking equipment, but a trip to Target and that is pretty much taken care of.  Like meeting her birth mom, there was a number of waffling moments in which she considered just backing out at the last minute.  Really it won't be the hardest thing she has ever done, but it felt a little like putting herself in harms way.  Like stepping out in front of a train or a truck with the thought that at the last minute the traveling force would somehow swerve and miss her.

There was almost a feeling as if jealousy wouldn't be the issue but doing or saying something stupid would be.  After their vacation in Virginia, Salome found herself a bit more confident in their relationship.  She was his, and he was hers, there would ever be a way for that to change.  You can't change blood, DNA, what they had.

Not to mention it all going down on a Saturday when all she would rather do is lay about and be lazy, spending a majority of the day in her pajamas.

Not that she isn't in her pajamas now, sprawled out on the couch with head phones in.  Waiting.

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It is painfully hard to sit still when he pushes his boxers and his jeans down over his hips exposing himself to her. All of a sudden she doesn't want to be the one touching herself, she doesn't want him to be the one touching himself, she wants to be on him, she wants him inside of her. A gasp and a groan as her fingers move a bit quicker in and out of herself as she wiggles on the arm of the sofa, her gaze caught between the camera and what he is doing to himself.

"Daddy, please, please I don't want to play like this any more, I want to fuck you, please!" Taking her fingers from herself she gasps and moves forward quickly to his lap. "Wouldn't you rather have me then your hand? I am so much better and so much tighter then your fist." A duck under the camera and she finds his mouth with her own, kissing him, pressing down against his chest as she works to grind her hips down against his. She isn't at the point in her life where she can easily take the teasing, especially when it feels like forever since they have been together. It is necessary to gather up all his kisses and touches and save them inside of herself, storing them when they can't always be as close as she would like.

"I love you so much, I can't play like that for too long, I need you to badly."

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The utter want written all across her beautiful face is more than he can possibly bear. It's beautiful in and of itself--now that, he'd like to capture in a painting, there's an idea--and it produces a state of utter rapture that crushes his heart within his chest.

"Of course, baby, it's not even a question." He laughs as she flings herself across the couch to kiss him; the hand that once worked in his lap now slides over her thigh and hip. Richard moans softly at the sensation brought by the way she grinds; he sucks gently on her lower lip and kisses down, down her throat and the curve of her shoulder.

Richard sets the camera away for only as long as it takes to slide his shirt over his head. He tosses it away, takes her face in his hands and bleeds another kiss from those beautiful lips. "I know, baby, you get all excited, I can't blame you. We can play however you want to play, you were such a good girl. You've made daddy so happy, so proud." His grin widens and he nips the tip of her nose. "Besides, I can't say 'no' to you when you're begging so sweetly."

He finds the camera again, planting kisses upon the corner of her mouth while he flips the LCD screen around to make sure everything is framed correctly; then, his other hand upon her hip to steady her, Richard arches his hips to slide the head of his cock into her. The sensation rushes straight to his head. "Oh, Christ, princess, you feel so good. There we go, isn't it nice to have daddy's cock inside you again, Salome? That's much better."

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"I always miss this so much, I can't stand it when we're apart and can't have each other like this. I have to make do with my fingers then, it seems silly to use them when you're here and ready for me." Her hand and kisses are frantic over him, as if he is about to disappear under her, as I'd her hands need to make up for all the time apart, learning him all over again as she feasts off f his mouth and presses into the palm of his hands.

She soaks him. Grinding and pressing on top of his bare cock like a needy teenage virgin, wanting to get as close as possible without actually putting it in, that's the safe way now isn't it? Bright eyes, she gasps and stares down at him as he arches up inside of her, oh yes, that ache, but she takes him, easing him inside of her with a holy reverence. Divine.

"Daddy, oh fuck that's good." Her hands on his sides, holding on to him as she begins the slow up and down on him, working herself, reacquainting herself with a long lost friend.

She dips down to kiss him and kiss him as she begins to move a little bit faster on top of him. "This can't be wrong, it can't be, it feels too fucking good to be wrong, doesn't daddy? You can't feel your little girl's cunt like this and then say its wrong."

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Another one of those low coos as condescending as they are affectionate creeps from his lips. He pushes back her hair and returns her kisses, saying, "I know, baby, I miss you when you're not around. But we'll never be apart too long, will we? Only ever a few days, and then we're together again." His grin widens. "But I know it seems like forever, doesn't it? Poor baby. Maybe someday soon you can come live with daddy and we can play together more often."

The sensation of her cunt gliding over his cock is like a punch in the gut; he moans, then again as she begins to work herself over the length, getting used to it again after their time apart. He takes care to film this, this sight that he loves just as much as Salome does.

The lens of the camera sips up, though at their kiss, and he sighs and nods against her while his hips arch up to meet her strokes upon him. "That's right, baby. The rest of the world can think that it's wrong but you and I know that it's right. It's pure. Purer than anything you'd get with a boy your age, because daddy loves you, and wants to take care of you. He likes to make his little girl feel good."

As his kisses lower over her throat, then linger upon her breasts, his free hand traverses the planes of her form before settling between her legs to tease and please as much as they can. The sensation of her squeezing around him makes him moan more by the second. "This is something special, beautiful, just between a daddy and his one and only, wonderful little girl. My little girl. The whole world can judge but this is sheer beauty, what we have, and I love every opportunity I have to bond with you in such a beautiful way."

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She gives him a bit of a giggle and then a look when he waxes poetic abut the time they spend together. To Salome the only thing beautiful about what they do is when he makes her come so hard she screams. There are other things too maybe, the afterward when they get to cuddle and talk together, that's nice, or falling asleep in his bed, spread out over his sheets.

"Mmm, daddy, who are you trying to convert? You know I'm already a believer, maybe you're trying to convince the camera, whoever would watch this." Her hand moves over his jaw as she gives him a wicked grin. "Are you trying too make sure everyone knows your motivation so you don't look like the dirty old pervert that you are?"

Leaning down she puts her hands on either side of his head, dragging her breasts over his bare chests. "How holy can it be? You stuffing your cock into your only child as often as you can? You should know better, you massive pervert. You shouldn't get as hard as you do over me. You should have some self control."

Oh she loves teasing and tormenting him when they fuck. It is one of her most favorite things to do ever. To make up for it she rides him harder, groaning as she grinds down against him when their hips slam together, of course she is going to come, soon to. So close, so god damn close, and that is just one of the amazing parts of this experience, the epic build up and blessed relief.

"I love that my daddy is a filthy degenerate and gets as hard as a rock so I can bounce on his cock as long as I like." Laughing she sits up to blow him a kiss.

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[Woah, I thought for a minute there Salome changed faces. Then I remembered I'm not an idiot.]

"I'm not trying to convert anybody, baby. I just like saying it. Reminding myself. I can't help it, you make me into a poet" He laughs, glancing down to the camera with a little shrug. "Hey, I suppose it can't hurt. As long as all the clearly incriminating evidence is right there, the truth had might as well be known."

He sighs low at the touch of her hands, arching his hips up against hers. "Very holy. The epitome of hallowed acts. After all, think of all the gods of antiquity. Brothers and sisters and fathers and daughters and sons and mothers. And the classical royalty, too, like Clymenus and Harpalyce." His grin widens. "I'm a deviant, certainly, but what you and I do together is glorious, indeed."

And he loves being tormented. Such a pleasure having a daughter who can keep up with him, or, at least, is starting to. As she speeds up, he snarls her name, the camera in his hand shaking until he can manage to steady it. That incorrigible look works its way into his eyes and he ducks his head to nip her jaw, her throat. As she blows him that kiss, he laughs.

"Of course I should know better. But I can't have self-control, baby, you're too beautiful. And it would have been so cruel to deny you. You know I love nothing more than to give you what you want. Degeneracy and beauty are hardly exclusive qualities. The vilest libertines see beauty in their filth."

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[lololol ilu. If I was a horrible cunt I would totally just post with that icon EVERYWHERE.]

She giggles helplessly her fingers down over his chest as she continues with her up and down and back and forth on his cock. "I like it when you talk all smart to me, daddy, and when you get all poetic. And hard. And then get dirty and foul, telling me all the things you want to do to my cunt and mouth. When I get married," and she thinks back to Delilah's comment about getting married and having kids and can't help but smirk. Boy does she like getting him all kinds of worked up, when it comes to fucking and possession.

"When I get married, what do you think my husband is going to say when I beg him to fuck me? Maybe I'll even call him daddy when he is good and drunk and more open to that idea." Because the guy she marries would have to be drunk to fill that role? Yeah right, there are tons of freaks out there, she just needs to find the right freak for her. No matter what he will always fall sadly short of the only pervert for her. ♥ ♥ ♥.

As much as she speeds up, she then slows, wanting to prolong that moment of bliss for just a few minutes more. It might be the only time in her life that she regrets men not being able to have multiple orgasms. Her fingers slide down over her cunt, spreading herself so she can look down and watch him spreading her. "Oh yes, dad, you're so good at giving me what I want."

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When she gets married, hah. Haha, oh, hah. She's going to have to run away to make that happen. That, or meet a man who's enough of mini-Richard that he can find approval in daddy's eyes. But still, her little words manage to wind him up, and he bares his teeth and lunges forward, slamming her back into the cushions of the couch. The camera quivers and he places it upon the coffee table to free up his hands, to let them roam over the body that's all his.

He bristles, jealousy blazing in his eyes. Acid drips into his snarling voice. "If you ever call another man 'daddy' and I find out about it I'll pull his lungs through his mouth while you watch. I'm your only daddy, Salome." One hand bites into her thigh while his lips press bruising kisses down her windpipe and collarbone. "I think any husband of yours had better have a lot of energy to keep up with you, but even then he won't be able to make you feel the way I do."

Hands wrapping around her knees, he pushes her legs up to get a better, more brutal angle into her cunt. Nose wrinkled from teeth bared like fangs, he bends down to rest his forehead against hers. "Of course I'm good at giving you what you want. I know what my little girl likes. How to make her feel good. Better than any other man in the world could hope to."

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Oh yes, she knows how to wind him up. She loves that possessive he gets, that fire he gets in his eyes. However she wasn't really expecting that lunge. She falls back against the arm of the couch, groaning along with the arm that is taking the beating. What a fantastic couch it has been around forever and yet this is the first time they have managed to fuck on it. That anger frightens her, gets her heart racing with excitement and bouts of fear. The dark of his eyes, the way his lips pull back to reveal teeth. Oh yes, very nice, look at him get all worked up, pounding into her, claiming her as she cries out and sinks her little nails into his shoulder blades.

"Maybe I'll have lots of husbands, one to fuck me all day and a new one for every day," a smirk as she shoves her hips against his with as much effort as she can muster. "I'll call all of them 'daddy' over and over, I'll scream it because you'll be too busy with your new family." Probably not true, but Salome is just trying to get him frothing at the mouth. "Maybe you'll just be too old to get it up. I could trade you in for a younger model."

Holyshit she is gonna get fucked harddd. Or her ass beat.

But he is right, he knows what she likes, how to make her feel good and he is giving her just that. His hips pounding into hers, filling her up and hitting that spot inside of her that makes her scream out as she grips the dark of his hair in order to hold on to him.

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His head lifts with a moan as her nails sink into his back. He growls, hand wrapping up around her hair to yank back her head like an animal forcing the other to bare its throat in submission. But she just keeps talking, talking, and oh, does that get her in trouble. The hair on the back of his neck stands up and he may know objectively that she's teasing, but goddammit, she's his. And even joking about calling other men 'daddy' really blisters him, if the look of fury carved into his face is any indication.

He doesn't even say a word. Instead he slides from her, takes her by the hips and turns her over in livid, all too sober determination. After draping her upper-half upon the arm of the couch, one hand resting on the nape of her neck, the other lays a series of sharp swats upon her ass. He speaks through clenched teeth as he does, his jealousy real as it is playful. "I am your only daddy, Salome. No one else deserves the title but me. If you ever call another man 'daddy', young lady, you will sorely regret it." And oh, boy, that's the truth.

When her cheek is sufficiently red, he slides himself home again and rides her with his fingers tangled in her hair. Richard drapes his body upon hers, kissing the back of her shoulder while one hand grips her hip. "I'll never be too busy to play with my good little girl, even if she misbehaves while I'm fucking her." Another playful swat lands upon her ass to drive his point home. He nips the back of her neck and moans. "You're my only family, baby. I'll never have another child but you, and even if I did I wouldn't love it like I love you. I don't care how old I am. I don't care how many men you marry or fuck to make me jealous. You're going to be mine for as long as you're alive, and longer. Nothing will stop me from having you."

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The real punishment here is the fact that he pulls out of her in order to give her a spanking. Now that's just fighting dirty. The spanking, well, that actually hurts like a sonofabitch. Her hips arch and she yelps when he lays the first one and then wiggles through all of the rest of them howling and crying out as he lays down the law. So to speak. She can't even remember the last time she got a spanking, even when he was furious with her and she ran from him, she didn't get a spanking. She got fucked. Oh boy did she ever. Which is making a sort of odd parallel in her mind about what is good and what isn't good. In the end she just ends up with his cock inside of her thus making everything all good. The spanking though, that gives her an indication what should and shouldn't be said, and indication that makes her ass burn and tears spark in her eyes.

It's not incredibly painful but it's a little like plucking sensitive hairs it hurts and makes your eyes water. Even though it all she listens to him, about his title and that she best not use that title with anyone else. The real sweet part comes when he is finally inside of her again and his thighs and hip are brushing against all her red and raw ass. It makes every kiss of skin a burning reminder of how not to get daddy worked up. Every time he fucks into her she yelps or whimpers trying to spread her legs enough to limit the contact.

A few sniffles (mainly for the camera) and she looks back over her shoulder at him, whimpering and reaching for his kiss. His words are actually sweet. Probably not to anyone else but they are to her and that really is all that fucking matters at this point in time, fuck everyone else. "I love you, daddy," she breathes and reaches back to grab at him, rocking with his hips, groaning and crying out softly as she takes him. "No one will ever be daddy to me except you, no one could ever take your place. You're too good, and I love you too much."

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Every yelp is another sweep of sadistic satisfaction, every wiggle another shudder running through the marrow of his bones. The fact that this is his little girl only doubles the pleasure he takes in her reactions, every little whimper as good as her cunt around him.

Funny story, he was actually planning on spanking her, since it seemed an appropriately light punishment, but then she pulled that running bullshit. And, well, then it escalated to hair-pulling and lecturing, which, in his opinion, is perhaps worse. He'd rather see spankings relegated primarily to play, anyhow. Play disobedience rewarded with play punishment, because he loves having a chance to see her squirm, to coax her into that shadow-world of sex he loves so much.

Of course his words are sweet. They're earnest, as genuine as one could hope for coming from him. Perhaps a bit menacing, maybe, but that's just the way Richard's love goes. Especially with Salome, who stirs up such intense feelings in his chest that every one is like a bullet straight through his lungs.

"Poor baby." He coos and nuzzles against the back of her neck. "Did daddy hurt you? What a mean man. Maybe he'd be able to help himself if you didn't make such pretty noises when he spanks you." He chuckles and leans forward to give her the kiss she seeks, his lips claiming hers along with his breath. "I love you, too, Salome. I love you so much it hurts me when I look at you, pretty girl." As she pacifies him, he picks up the pace and buries his face in her throat to breathe her in, moan against her. "That's right, good girl. And no one could ever take your place, either. My one and only little girl, my pride and joy. Oh, Salome." He shudders visibly, clutching her body to his chest. "The ways you make me feel..."

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Slowly she is beginning to learn that world that he likes. The biting, the grabbing and spanking, light pain with pleasure, his hands around her throat. Yes, he likes that too, very much so, and her hands around his throat in return. It's an interesting world, it takes some getting used to, she likes pleasure, she likes feeling good and everything that comes with it. But there is that part of his world as well. For every time she gets a spanking there is this, the afterward where he whispers sweet, sweet things into her ear and coos and caresses her until she is all better and feeling fine. It's worth it, completely worth it to have that pain and then be rewarded with something sweet and loving from him.

Her hand moves over his back, stroking and caressing him as he gathers her up and continues to rock into her. She groans happily, taking him and only wishing that she could have her arms wrapped around him to properly feel him and his hold. What words, what sweet, sweet words. He was always kind before, but her head sings when he tells her that she is his and that he is proud of her. Nothing else matters in the world except for those words from his mouth.

"Your little girl, I'll always be yours, dad, always." Her knees digging into the couch, pushing herself up as her breathing tightens into gasps. The beating, the words, the video camera on all of it, it gets her tight, tight around him, squeezing and shaking under him till she is crying out and coming around him, screaming out his name as she soaks him and probably a bit of the couch as well. "Daddy! Oh daddy!"

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It just takes some time. He's a man of infinite patience, particularly when this is what he's being patient about. He can take it slow and easy as she likes, push her as far as she's able to go as gently as she needs.

What other duties does a father have, after all?

As she promises she'll always be his, he moans; his head ducks, forehead resting upon her shoulder. The way she screams his name gets him going bad, and he surges forward faster, harder, the muscles that tighten around his cock tearing a sharp moan from his chest. "Oh, God, babydoll, that's it. That's right, oh, my pretty little Salome." One arm slings around her while she soaks him along with the leather couch, and the entire moment rushes to his groin, through his head and back around through all his limbs. He moans her name, gasping, panting as he hammers home again and again. Richard releases himself within her, his chest heaving with his breath.

All but collapsing, he braces himself against the back of the couch and slides himself slowly free from her. He drags her to his chest and rolls with her, dropping down into the couch and laying her down upon him. As he catches his breath, his mouth finds hers, one hand moving her hair from her face to see her better.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against her, "so beautiful. I love you so, my wicked little princess. If every other person in the world vanished save us, I wouldn't shed a single tear."

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Sweaty and heaving are always the best ways to reconnect with him. He makes her tingle all over, from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. When all is said and done she likes the quiet moments after a whole lot. There is something to be said about not speaking, about clinging to him and getting lost in the rise and fall of his chest and the wrap around of his arms. She adores her father, she loves him with a passion she is just discovering and diving into with complete abandoned. There is something so exciting and frightening about the whole thing, about finding out more about herself and about him, and there is a deeper bond there that wasn't really there before. Perhaps it was just, well, a different kind of bond. One that was full of need and innocence because she was innocent and needy.

Sprawled over his chest she thinks that there must be a picture somewhere much like this one, except they are clothed and Salome is much, much smaller, spread out on his massive chest all lost in the sound of his heart and the rising and falling of his chest. The safest place in the world, base in a game of tag. No one can get her there. Her fingers move over his skin gently, stroking the soft and damp of his hair on his chest and then over his shoulder, he smells a little bit like cologne and she has to roll her eyes behind her eyelids.

"That would be fun," she admits the tip of her nose nuzzling at him as she thinks about lifting her head but does not. Too much work, too much effort to do so. "I think we'd get bored with one another, it might take years and years though. I think that I'd like it though, that I could crawl up into your arms any time and any place I wanted to."

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It was a different kind of bond, but so much the same; a funhouse mirror reflection of what they have now. The same image, simply distorted. Not to say that one is lesser than the other, far from it. Both types of relationships have their places, their times. This is simply, in Richard's opinion, the logical evolution. It's a chance for him to love her more than he already did, and in fascinating, new ways.

Beneath her, he stretches. Yes indeed there's a picture like this, far more appropriate and innocent, taken by Susan when Salome was young. There's nothing that feels more natural to him than holding her. Even holding Delilah--it's wonderful, but it's not as organic as holding Salome.

His lips brush over the top of her head while she speaks, and he chuckles. "Yes, perhaps we would. But I think by the time we were bored of one another we'd be bored of the rest of the world, too. Last-people-on-earth scenarios always seem so...dull."

He smirks faintly, and then a light catches the corner of his eye. "Oh, right." Richard reaches over for the camera which rests upon the coffee table, the REC light still blazing like a red pinpoint. He turns it around to sweep the viewfinder over himself before letting it linger on Salome, to whom he grins ear to ear. "Smile for the camera, princess. Did daddy make you feel good?"

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She stretches her legs out against her fathers and lets her body just melt against him, her breathing easy and slow as he rumbles under her like the big bad wolf that he is. She smirks, her hand moving over the side of his chest and finally, when he reaches for the camera she rolls against the back of the couch. On her side, hand moving down the center of her she looks up at the camera that is currently being pointed at her. She makes a face and sticks her tongue out at the camera for a moment.

"Daddy always makes me feel good even when he gives me a spanking." Her fingers move over his chest, stroking the bare of him as she leans down to put a kiss on his bare skin, her eyes still on the camera. Finally she reaches for the camera that he is working, taking it from him before sitting up and turning the camera on him, her fingers moving through her hair, pushing it away from her face.

"Did your little girl make you feel good, dad? Did you come good and hard?"

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The little face she makes gets a laugh out of him. "Very cute. If the clock strikes your face is going to stick that way. Then where will we be?" The arm that doesn't hold the camera drapes around her shoulders.

He sighs as her fingers dance against his skin, and that little kiss comes just after. "That's because he gives fun spankings. Or he does when you've been good, anyway."

Richard relinquishes the camera to his daughter and fights a smirk. His icicle eyes fall earnest upon the camera and his smile widens. "My wicked little girl makes me see stars every time we fuck." Fingers catching beneath her chin, he leans beyond the lens of the camera to tilt her head into a soft kiss. "No other girl in the world makes me feel the way my little Salome does." His tongue flickers between her lips and he settles back with another kiss upon her forehead, his fingertips drawing up and down her waist.

"The things you convince me to do," he says, shaking his head even as he chuckles. "Seducing me in the first place, managing to get me to agree to film us fucking...what's next? My God. A girl like you is bound to get a man in trouble."

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"You can always fuck me with a bag over my head. Not plastic!" And she starts to giggle a whole lot more and makes another face at him. Because making faces at him is probably the most fun she can have with her clothes on.

She watches him in the viewer of the camera how he smiles and how dark his eyes get in the screen. "You're the sexiest thing ever aren't you? I'm not even just saying that because you just said that no one makes you come harder then me." She sits on his waist, straddling him, her knees lightly rubbing him like she is sort of nudging him along like he is a pony, or she just constantly needs to be in some sort of rubbing physical contact with him. Maybe a little bit of both. She likes this advantage point, sitting on his hips and looking at him from above.

"Only if we get caught, daddy who do you plan on showing this tape to? I can't imagine anyone, you're too selfish with your little girl for that." Too paranoid not that she blames him, shit could get real if the tape were to get out. "What evil should we do next?"

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"I was going to suggest just that." Richard laughs and taps her nose. "I'd be so disappointed though, I'd hate losing the ability to see that pretty face."

At her comment, he looks toward the ceiling and suffers the attack of an uncontrollably broad grin. "Little flatterer. I suppose it makes sense, that would explain how you turned into such a sexy young woman. When she mounts him, one hand rests upon her knee while she grins down to him.

"I'd never show this tape to anyone. Trust me." He chuckles and shakes his head. "I may be a masochist, but I'm not a fool. And there's no way in hell I'm letting any other man in the world get a chance to see your body, even if it's just through a screen."

Christ. If she ever gets married, the moment he hands her off to her groom will be like a Mexican stand-off. And he wouldn't even be able to watch the rest of the nuptials.

"No, no. We'll have our fun with it and then I'll do away with it." And by 'do away with it' he of course means, 'find a way to hide it'. "Does napping count as evil, baby? You knock an old man out." He laughs and pats her leg, his hand roaming gently over her hip and stomach. He sits up, resting his cheek against her breast to listen to the beat of her heart. "Perhaps we could play on the deck. The fence around the back yard is high enough to hide us, after all. I want you on every surface in this house."

Arms fitting around her waist, he tilts his head to admire her face. "So how have you been with your mother, ever since that, ah...little revelation?"

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"Well it wouldn't be pretty if it was stuck making a goofy face now would it?" Lowering the camera she lets it pan down the line of his throat and his chest as he tilts his head back all easy and exposed with that big, big grin. She hums thoughtfully at his words and lets her mind wander over that little statement.

"It most certainly did come from you, didn't it? Maybe that makes you a little bit of a narcissist, fucking your own sort of reflection, mirrored, slightly distorted one." Because she is not the mirrored image of him, not really, with her blue eye and blond hair, though that does remind her about something.

"One day I am sure some man will get to see me all naked outside of you." It will be the most awkward, tension filled wedding of all time. Seriously. They should just elope, Salome already has it planned and she doesn't even have the groom yet.

Turning off the camera she sets it aside for a moment and wraps her arms around him, her fingers scratching through his hair as she kisses the top of his head. She likes taking care of him, caressing and holding him in this way, she kisses the top of his head for a moment and breathes him in. "We could play on the deck, though I brought something I found that you might like and I'd like to show it to you."

Fingers against the nape of his neck she rubs him gently while her cheek pressing against his hair. "I don't know, we're like two ships passing in the night sometimes. I keep thinking that if I think about it around her she'll find out, like she is some crazy witch."

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"Maybe a little." He laughs while he strokes the down-soft flesh of her though, unable to deny his narcissism. It's true, the fact that she's a part of him makes her all the more appealing. Though not appealing enough that he can fight or hide his frown as she feels the need to mention the truth. The assurance that another man will see her naked sweeps over him until he's barely containing a sneer, but he says nothing.

The kisses she lays upon the top of his head is met with a grunt. His hands meander over her body, this body that's his. If she just runs off and gets married without warning him she runs the risk of seeing her father having a full-on breakdown right in front of her and her husband. The very abstract idea of another man ever seeing her fills him with such bile that he's left cold.

Her suggestion snaps him out of his brooding, though, and he glances up at her with an arched brow. "Oh? And what did you bring, kitten?"

He sighs low, then lower still as her fingers tickle against the nape of his neck. "Ah...I know that feeling." He chuckles and shakes his head. "It certainly does seem that she has superpowers sometimes. Perhaps it's better not to think about it at all. She does care."

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She would be truly stunned to see that take place. Though given her first reaction to Delilah, maybe not, but it will make even more sense when he runs off and gets married.

The horrible, horrible bastard.

She actually doesn't think about him running off and getting married. He can have a girlfriend, fine, whatever, but when he makes her his wife. Well. There will be words, angry, angry, vicious, hateful words. Because he didn't let her know, because he holds her so tightly to him yet he has all the freedom to go off and do whatever he would like without fear of repercussion. Because that is Delilah's one step closer to Salome's position.

"Something I found at a store, I thought you might enjoy it." Another kiss to the top of his head and she slowly climbs off of him and runs her fingers through his hair before standing and stretching. Salome isn't thinking that Susan does care, she just doesn't want to upset this sort of life she has cooked up for herself. She isn't going to say anything to Susan but she still doesn't know how to feel about the whole thing.

"Why don't we play some hide and go seek? I'll get what I brought and go to find you." And she heads toward the stairs.

[soursanguine.livejournal.com]

They're really quite the little pair, aren't they? Both of them utterly raging volcanoes of possessiveness. Though, sad to say, as vicious as Salome's blackout rages get, it's entirely possible that Richard could make them look like the infantile temper tantrums he views them as.

He'll sort of deserve whatever fit she throws when he marries. He may even take it for a little while. But he'll only let it fly for so long. Especially if she's going to get all irrational about it. Nobody could get anywhere near Salome's position. The trouble, though, is that she needs to remember her place is that of daughter, not of peer. That means he has privileges she doesn't.

Besides, she doesn't want to cater to the needs Delilah fulfills. It's far better that they have a sweet relationship unstained by the blood of third parties. At least until she starts dating, or snaps. Though, in quiet moments, he finds himself curiously tempted to have no other woman but his Salome. Canada, after all, is but a hop, a skip, and a jump away. They could be over the border before anyone even knew they were missing.

His brow arches all the higher with his ever-piquing curiosity, and he sits up to watch her stretch. The grin creeping across his lips is an intrigued one, indeed, and he watches her head to the stairs with his eyes locked on those gorgeous legs. He fixes his boxers, barely containing a smirk. They'll never be too old to play these games, as far as he's concerned.

"Very well, but you'd ought to hurry." He drapes a hand over his eyes and clears his throat. "One...two...threeee...foooour...fivesixseven--"

Yeah, he's cheated like this for years. Just because she's older doesn't mean he's about to stop.

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Salome takes the stairs two at a time, pulling her hair back as she runs and putting it up in a bun at the back of her head. He always cheats at hide and go seek, he counts too damn fast, cheater. One day she'll get him, get him good, find the perfect hiding spot or just not count at all and try and follow him where he hides. He is a good hider, she could hardly ever find him when they were playing for reals and then she would get so, so upset, worried that he was really gone. And then she would go back to the base and there he would be.

The next time he would make it easier to find him and everything was all better. Just because a person gets big, doesn't mean they ever really grow up, which can be a problem. A big problem depending on the person.

Upstairs in her bathroom she finishes pinning up the loose strands of her hair, tucking them all away carefully before going to her closet to find the little surprise she found when she was out shopping one day. The wig is dark, stopping right above her jaw, framing everything nicely is a set of bangs which she currently is too afraid to try out with her own real, hair, the same with the color. It is a much better option then cutting and dying her own silky blond locks. Plus if she gets bored with it she can always change it back or to something else.

New hair in place she goes out searching for her father. Ready or not . . .