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[sweetsalome]

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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"I think I'll be fine in a day or two, it will make me work that much harder, a sort of strength conditioning. Like when runners run with weights on them." She thinks that she will probably sweat a lot more, working through the pain, it might even benefit her in the long run. "Oh yes, think of her face," she can't bring herself to call her mother, though she does keep up the charade when she is at Susan's. "She would see you in your uniform, humiliating me, and me naked. Maybe then she'll want to join in our play time. Would you be that vicious monster and make me eat her out until she can't stand it any more? I know that's something you'd like." They've talked about that before but there is always something a little selfish in the back of her head thinking that once someone is introduced to their little play time they'll want to come back more and more.

Not a huge problem, but she likes these special times with her daddy when it is just the two of them exploring and pushing boundaries.

"I'll do it more, inflict more pain on you when we play. You're strong, you can handle it, can't you, daddy?" Of course he can, he's big and strong nothing can really take him down. She gives him a soft kiss on his mouth, and another. More talk and more kisses and she'll want to go again even if she is achingly exhausted, it's always in the back of her mind though. Hopefully when the pill kicks in she'll be able to do nothing but lay there and cuddle with him, it will come on soon enough, hopefully.

"I love you, so very, I love you with my everything. When we play together I just love you more afterward then I did before," a slow sigh and she sinks back down against his chest and closes her eyes, head on his shoulder. "You're my whole world."

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"That's the spirit." A spirit he can never comprehend, never having been terribly athletic, but he's proud to hear she thinks that way. Where did she get such positivity from?

Her suggestion brings a twisted leer of a smile running across his teeth. "Perhaps. I certainly wouldn't mind seeing it, I know that much. But I don't know whether she'd be willing to join in or not." He chuckles, fingers curling against the nape of Salome's neck while he reaches for the washcloth and dabs gently, gently, gently against the sites where his attentions with the riding crop drew a bit of blood. "She'd probably be too busy digging out her camera to blackmail me to really think of joining in." Though the statement is true, he says it with humor.

No, there's nothing wrong in his eyes with including another person should the opportunity ever arise, but more than anything he wants Salome completely to himself. It's their special time together, as far as he's concerned, and he's not about to let anything interrupt that. Certainly not too often.

"Of course I can handle it. But if you're not comfortable, I don't want to push you. When you're ready, darling." He sighs low and returns those kisses, each one light as a breeze upon his mouth. His tongue slips against the lower lip that got up-close and personal with his teeth.

As she finally settles down, he smiles fondly and bends his head to kiss her ear. "That's just the way I feel. Always infinitely closer, infinitely more adoring. I'll give you anything I can, play with you any game you like so long as you ask. Ah, my sweet child. There is no father luckier."