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Taking his hands she drew him backwards to the bed, her lips meeting with his in a powerfully passionate kiss. Together they tumbled backwards onto silk and satin sheets, feet coming up from off of the fur rug at the bottom of the bed. Her head hit the soft pillows as her body was weighted down into the comfortable mattress.
He picked her up in his arms and carefully carried her towards her bedroom, her soft, tiny red curls brushed against her face, blown away softly my her breath. Her tiny frame was laid upon a hard bed, the mattress lumpy, the covers tattered and torn.
Carefully he laid her down and removed her worn boots, noticing a small hole that was appearing in the sole, something she had not complained about. Next came her socks and then he carefully sat her up and un buttoned her dress, slipping it off over her head and carefully laying her back down.
Hands undid the clasps of her bodice and slipped it off exposing her soft, creamy skin. His fingers danced over her breasts, hungry for more than they were allowed at that moment. They moved, cupping, kneading, and pinching.
He brushed her hair from her and down off her naked shoulders, sitting her up and moving behind her. Carefully he pulled the night dress over her hair, pulling her arms through and shifting her body so it would cover her legs, then once more he picked her up, pulled back the bedclothes and laid her down.
Covering her up he placed a soft kiss on her forehead, brushing her hair back once more. He moved from her bedside and headed for the door.
He left not long after and she slowly sat up, her eyes taking in the plush surroundings of the Elephant. Dark velvet drapes, soft lighting, wine, fruit, almost everything and anything a person could want. Anything but love, friends and family.
Her eyes fluttered a little and she moaned softly, “Pappa?”
“What is it princess?”
“Cuddles,” moving her arms from under the covers she held them open to him, “and kisses.”
He couldn’t help but laugh as he turned and came back to his daughter. Scooping her up into his arms he placed a soft kiss on each cheek, one on her forehead, nose and then on her lips.
“Love you Pappa.”
“I love you too, now get some sleep.”
Home, it is where the heart is.
He picked her up in his arms and carefully carried her towards her bedroom, her soft, tiny red curls brushed against her face, blown away softly my her breath. Her tiny frame was laid upon a hard bed, the mattress lumpy, the covers tattered and torn.
Carefully he laid her down and removed her worn boots, noticing a small hole that was appearing in the sole, something she had not complained about. Next came her socks and then he carefully sat her up and un buttoned her dress, slipping it off over her head and carefully laying her back down.
Hands undid the clasps of her bodice and slipped it off exposing her soft, creamy skin. His fingers danced over her breasts, hungry for more than they were allowed at that moment. They moved, cupping, kneading, and pinching.
He brushed her hair from her and down off her naked shoulders, sitting her up and moving behind her. Carefully he pulled the night dress over her hair, pulling her arms through and shifting her body so it would cover her legs, then once more he picked her up, pulled back the bedclothes and laid her down.
Covering her up he placed a soft kiss on her forehead, brushing her hair back once more. He moved from her bedside and headed for the door.
He left not long after and she slowly sat up, her eyes taking in the plush surroundings of the Elephant. Dark velvet drapes, soft lighting, wine, fruit, almost everything and anything a person could want. Anything but love, friends and family.
Her eyes fluttered a little and she moaned softly, “Pappa?”
“What is it princess?”
“Cuddles,” moving her arms from under the covers she held them open to him, “and kisses.”
He couldn’t help but laugh as he turned and came back to his daughter. Scooping her up into his arms he placed a soft kiss on each cheek, one on her forehead, nose and then on her lips.
“Love you Pappa.”
“I love you too, now get some sleep.”
Home, it is where the heart is.