"What... are you doing?"
"Trust me, dad? You're gonna love this."
"I'm not certain that is what we're supposed to-ahh..."
Anya permitted herself a grin, lips stretching, extracting another twitch from her dad. Adopted dad. Emphasis on adopted.
The old-fashioned ways to ask for things were all very well, but she was... What they say about girls who know what to do with their mouths...
She certainly did. Even if he tried to protest a little more before she truly got down to it. Later, he was reduced to incoherent, surprised, pleased-to-ecstatic noises.
Later that night, she too was reduced to the same state as what she did to him, only reversed.
The way they both went on, stiff and grinning, the next day...
Is totally worth it.
AN: NO REGRET...
I'm going to hell for this...
