On The Edge

[TheGrind]

It was hardly the best Humphrey Bogart movie but he couldn’t blame her, To Have and Have Not had yet to find its way to his shelf. As the standard previews began to roll across the screen it was easy for Jonathan to let his daughter wrap her arm around him. It felt comfortable, as though it were where it was always supposed to be. If she needed to feel that extra protection, that added security then he wasn’t about to take it away. Hell, even if she didn’t.

His own liquor lied in his hand now as he took casual drinks from it while his daughter downed whatever she needed from hers. In the back of his mind he wondered if she’d even remember their meeting or anything after it. And that line of thought made him wonder if she’d remember anything else that would happen.

But Jonathan decided to be good for once. It was his daughter and she wanted nothing more than a father, he told himself. It didn’t matter that she was attractive, that she was lying this close to him or that she seemed to want him to be even closer. He had to tell himself that it was nothing more than emotional stress finally able to wane after all these years. Of all the broke down homes and of all the towns in between around the world, she had to walk into his.

Even with the doubt in his head he couldn’t keep himself from lowering his lips to her forehead, placing a gentle kiss against her skin. Just the scent of her, the feel of her told him that all the lies he’d been telling himself through the night were exactly that: Lies. While he wasn’t sure if he wanted a woman forever, he understood that he wanted his daughter at least for one night.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

When her dad's lips pressed against her forehead, Jolene closed her eyes and imagined those lips on hers, found herself sighing out loud. She could tell she was past tipsy, on her way to drunk. Hopefully, it would be happy drunk, not the sobbing drunk that sometimes overtook her when she drank in the wrong frame of mind. It always started with a few heavy sighs, as if she could exhale some of the inebriation out of her system simply by breathing deeper and harder. It never worked, but it did keep the nausea at bay.

Then, she started feeling warm, and her scalp tingled before she felt that same electricity travel down her spine. She smiled, and though she didn't quite recognize it as her happy drunk state, she did feel happy. Her dad's arm around her felt good. His heart beating against her felt better. She reached across him and rested her hand on his stomach, her thumb grazing the button on his jeans. Absentmindedly, she let her thumb circle the cool disc, rub softly against the rough raised lettering embossed into the metal. The motion, the repetitive feel of the roughness as her thumb circled the button, resonated from her thumb to her shoulder, then spread. She didn't even realize she had sighed out loud until she did it the second time. The sound startled her; it was so close but so unlike her. It sounded almost content.

The movie was going so slowly; Jolene had lost track of the plot and now really could only concentrate on what she was feeling. She was acutely aware of her father's heart beating against her cheek, his arm across his shoulder, his hand resting against her arm. Occasionally he would give her a soft squeeze, almost as if to make sure she was still awake. She snuggled closer to him, but left her hand where it was, thumb on the snap of his jeans, scared to move. The heel of her hand rested just over the zipper. This wasn't where she had intended her hand to rest when she reached across him, but she wasn't unhappy about it, either.

 

[TheGrind]

It was difficult to resist doing anything as he felt his daughter’s finger playing with the button on his jean. Made worse was how she laid her hand as she continued to play with it but it couldn’t be ignored. Rather than provoke or prod her Jonathan ignored it. Until a pair of minutes passed and his arm slipped from her shoulders and around her waist. His hand traveled along her waistline, driving over the belt loops on her jeans threatening to impede his progress. Ultimately he found his goal. Her own button. On hear jeans. But rather than play with it he decided to do something else.

With his eyes still on the screen watching the movie, he was able to unbutton her jeans with a pair of fingers just by touch. Then he found the zipper, dragging it down a quarter of the way before he admitted what he was doing to her, teasing her, “Is that what you were trying to do?”

Then he dragged the zipper the rest of the way down until there wasn’t another notch to breach as he looked toward her. There were so many things he wanted to do with her, to do to her but he’d held back through the day. Inebriation was his aid but it didn’t disguise the desire he had for her this time. Jonathan wanted her, and wanted her in the most savage of ways.