"A ball pit would be pretty great, actually." He laughs. They could convert the whole basement into one, he could install a slide. Christ, he must be tired, he's thinking like a ten year old. His attention returns back to the doctor, though, and grimaces faintly as the doctor gives them the time frame.
He glances over to Salome, about to say something consoling, and then that comes out of her mouth and he chokes, coughing, as well, hand in front of his mouth as he struggles to hide his laughter. "Boy, we need to get you to bed," he says, patting her shoulder.
Lucky for Salome, her doting Daddy will be more than eager to help her with such a dreadful problem.
"All right, we'll keep an eye on it, then. Thanks for your time, Doctor." He nods to the man, then settles back in his chair, relieved it's almost time to go home. Oh, sweet bed, so close he can taste it. He has to move some stuff to the basement freezer, of course, but once that's done and he's cleaned himself up one more time, he'll be able to wake Delilah up, let her know the situation and the new plan, then crawl into bed with Salome and sleep until the girl wakes him up.
Then he'll dope her up again and fuck the absolute hell out of her. The make-up/comfort/injury-sex triple-play. Even tired as he is he still feels the urge to gnaw her delicious face off. By the time he wakes up tomorrow he's going to be crawling out of his fucking skin for her.
Ah, he does sometimes rather enjoy a good, furious argument, so long as it's at least somewhat constructive. Once the dust settles he always feels so much closer to her. As if all the anger simply bleeds into love, when the adrenaline rush of rage fades it leaves behind it only desire.
Conflict only ever makes him all the surer of how deeply he loves her.
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Date: 2013-01-10 06:20 pm (UTC)He glances over to Salome, about to say something consoling, and then that comes out of her mouth and he chokes, coughing, as well, hand in front of his mouth as he struggles to hide his laughter. "Boy, we need to get you to bed," he says, patting her shoulder.
Lucky for Salome, her doting Daddy will be more than eager to help her with such a dreadful problem.
"All right, we'll keep an eye on it, then. Thanks for your time, Doctor." He nods to the man, then settles back in his chair, relieved it's almost time to go home. Oh, sweet bed, so close he can taste it. He has to move some stuff to the basement freezer, of course, but once that's done and he's cleaned himself up one more time, he'll be able to wake Delilah up, let her know the situation and the new plan, then crawl into bed with Salome and sleep until the girl wakes him up.
Then he'll dope her up again and fuck the absolute hell out of her. The make-up/comfort/injury-sex triple-play. Even tired as he is he still feels the urge to gnaw her delicious face off. By the time he wakes up tomorrow he's going to be crawling out of his fucking skin for her.
Ah, he does sometimes rather enjoy a good, furious argument, so long as it's at least somewhat constructive. Once the dust settles he always feels so much closer to her. As if all the anger simply bleeds into love, when the adrenaline rush of rage fades it leaves behind it only desire.
Conflict only ever makes him all the surer of how deeply he loves her.