Magical Birthright (UK_Rp_guy x Frogger)

[UK_GUY_RP]

Nicholas Holden stands at gate number two at Heathrow Airport on a chilly Sunday afternoon. The noise here is deafening between shouts of welcome, crying, announcements, the clatter of trolleys and the rumble of wheels. He sighs and checks his watch again, the flight landed nearly two hours ago and he hates to wait about.

To anyone observing he would appear an ordinary man, some 40 years old with brown hair flecked with grey at the sides, green eyes that flash as he glances about him. Dressed in a light jacket, a shirt open at the collar and jeans, he looks handsome if some what irritated. At 6 foot his tall thin frame gives him an advantage when searching the people walking out opaque doors that open at random and a handful of people walk out looking tired and frazzled after the flight from the US.

He wonders if she would even recognise him, it has been 4 years since he left to return to his native England and while email, calls and video chats were a way of keeping in contact, he is accepts it is not the same as being there. Again the door opens and a group of people walk out, he strains again half hoping she is there but also nervous at a reunion that he arranged but is concerned about.

 

[Frogger]

Ada Holden zips up the front of her jacket. Nervous butterflies danced inside her stomach, yet no one could possibly tell from the expression she wore. On all sides people talked excitedly, fidgeting with hair, luggage and makeup while waiting for permission to leave the aircraft. The delay has made everyone impatient, some more so than others. Her fingers danced on the side of her thigh, the only sign to go on when it comes to her impatience.

Fourteen years old, she was quite a beauty, despite her young age. Her hair was dark brown, cut short and with little waves about her ears. This feature was taken from her English father, yet the eyes were inherited from her mother, an American woman. The dark brown eyes were soulful…capable of drawing everyone into their depths without even trying. Her figure was average at best, just hints of the woman she has yet to become peeking out through her clothes.

“Finally…I’m off…” Ada breathed. It took a while to get off, especially with the happy reunions going on right up front. Free from the crowd, her eyes began scanning the waiting families, trying to pick out a single man. It didn’t take her long at all. “Father!” she called out, eyes bright as she ran towards him, only to throw her arms around him in a fierce, yet loving hug. “It’s so good to see you!”

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

The doors opened again and he looked about the same repeated process, the doors open, he scans the faces occasionally for one moment believing he had seen Ada and then either taking a step forwards with a raised hand only to realise and catch himself as they either stopped at someone else or it was apparent he was mistaken. He had a picture on his phone but he was damned if he was going to look at that and be caught in the admittance he hardly knew his daughter at all.

Then he heard a shout, a girls voice high and excited, his eyes that had been lazily scanning the last sea of faces to walk out the arrival gates, snap back to approaching girl. The brown hair, the captivating eyes, the slim and attractive face of the teenager, how could he have imagined anyone else was her? After weeks of organising and repeated calls to the US, she was finally here to see him.

His smile genuine and his joy apparent on his face and in his green eyes, he stepped forwards one step but intercepted by her . His arms grab her tight and finally after nearly five years he has his lil princess back in his arms. He tries to steady himself as she leans in on him and laughs as he feels the tight hug. Her body pressed to his in this public place.
“wow, Ada.. what a great hug, oh my God how you have grown! “ He steps back one step to observe her and his eyes swim with the sheer delight of seeing here there before him, when he left she was a skinny awkward girl, now, well something else entirely.

 

[Frogger]

“Dad, I haven’t grown that much!” Ada exclaimed, laughing while taking his observation without comment. A few strands of brown flew about her face, those brown eyes bright. The smile she wore was one that was definitely contagious to any and all people. “It may have been four years…but I haven’t grown much. Only two…maybe three inches, but that’s all! Really!” Her delicate hands found his, holding on while she steadied herself. Maybe it was the jetlag, or maybe it was the sudden hug… but she was a little dizzy.

Curious eyes drifted their way. A few gazes did gain another emotion altogether, especially those belonging to guys around the girl’s age, but all this went unnoticed. After all, in the face of such a reunion…nothing else really mattered. “Um, sorry you had to wait so long… There was a delay because of an oncoming storm, but other than that…the flight was pretty boring. I slept through most of it.” One hand rose, messing with the tips of her short dark brown curls. A few strands escaped her fingertips, the ends tickling her cheek and neck. Dark brown eyes lifting to his own green pair…she didn’t know what to say. It has been years since they last were able to give hugs, to see each other like this…to even make annoying small talk. It was awkward…but nice, somehow.

“So, um…how have you been? Where are you living now? What’s England like? Is it as cultured as everyone says it is?” Ada started firing questions away, that way the silence was left behind in the dust. It was just so awkward…especially when email, calls, and video chat were the way they kept contact over the years. Cheeks growing rosy pink, she tucked her hands into her pockets, already heading over to where luggage can be picked up. Several people loitered about, eyes scanning the labels, and looking for signs of familiarity in all the black and brown bags. “I don’t mean to ask so many questions… I’m just excited to be here, Dad…” Why did she feel like she had to explain? This is her father…surely he’ll understand…

Ada felt the blush on her cheeks grow darker, practically burning the skin off right then and there. Embarrassed, she was lucky to notice her first bag, and reached out to get it. Unfortunately, someone else also found their bag, and pushed the girl almost roughly…to where she bumped into her father, her chest pressing into his, hips doing the same. “S-Sorry, Dad…” she managed, hands holding onto him now that her balance was thrown off. “I didn’t see them coming…or rather, they didn’t see me…I’m not sure what happened…”

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

He sees her looking up at him and feels so happy for one moment, finally reunited after all these years. Listening to the torrent of questions being battered at his ears, he just smiles, knowing that the car journey can allow us time to clarify all those points and queries but at the moment he just nods and smiles, eyes locked on hers and hand on her waist as she seems a bit light headed, he wonders if it would help if she paused for air between questions.

The baggage reclaim carousel is busy the delays have made people restless and eager to get away, some for business, some for connections and all seem to be annoyed and impatience, reaching over others to grab the bag that would be at their feet in a matter of moments, pushing trolleys without care or attention, raised voices and swearing as yet again their bag is not the next one to appear out of the plastic curtain.

As the man in the business suit steps into the same space as Ada, as if she was invisible and uses his larger fatter frame to bump her out the way for a set of golf clubs. Nicholas’ temper flares, bad enough he has had to wait to see the precious daughter he has not seen for 5 years, now people are being dickheads too. He steadies her and sets himself directly in the fat business man’s path. The wet eyes with the pinpricks of too much scotch on the flight, register Nicholas’ presence and the sweaty suit tries to move past. Nicholas catches his shoulder and shakes his head; two words low and calm are said, the noise drowning out the subtlety of the content. The business man immediately turns and apologises to you, in a sycophantic manner, all sorry and how he felt terrible to be so rude, he looks like he might actually cry but Nicholas waves him away. The last seen of him is him hurrying away but the golf clubs left behind.

His temper restored and his face pink perhaps from anger but also the feel of is daughter pressed to him for that moment. He can recall the sensation of her pressed so close, the moment long past but the impact refuses to retreat from his thoughts. Loading the bags to the trolley left by the now departed business man, Nicholas loads the bags up and on, amazed that only three of the largest suitcases can fit and the final one has to be drawn behind. He chuckles a little “Ada, seriously its 6 months .. We do have shops and washing machines here you know!”

He moves to the car in the lot outside the night has fallen and the storm that delayed the plane has appeared in full force, the rain spraying as we move to the black car indicated when he pressed the key in his hand.

 

[Frogger]

Pink made an appearance on those lovely porcelain cheeks. “Um, shouldn’t we stop him…? After all… he left his golf clubs behind,” Ada pointed out, making a gesture towards the bag rolling by on the baggage reclaim carousel. It was hard to hear anything over the noise, because of all the people talking, swearing, and so forth...but she raised her voice enough so that she could be heard. “I guess we can just leave the clubs...I mean...his name is on the bag...security will probably give him a call about it…”

For some odd reason, Ada couldn’t stop thinking about that one moment where her body met toned muscle, much to her surprise. Maybe it was the clothes he just the clothes he wore...or maybe it’s because he’s her father, but...she didn’t expect such muscle hiding underneath. It was...well, definitely a surprise...yet...why can’t she get it out of her mind? This is her father after all! If this was a stranger -not to mention a handsome stranger-, then she could understand that...but...this is her own flesh and blood...her father!

At his teasing remark about the number of bags she brought, the pink turned into red, almost immediately. “I didn’t bring very much! Besides...it’s not my fault...I was only going to have one bag, but Mother insisted that I have all this...in case anything happens…” Ada shook her head, brown strands flying this way and that. It was rather ridiculous, to be honest. No matter where she goes, or what she does...Mother tends to be paranoid. There was no reason behind it… Well, okay, maybe there was. Bad things would happen when she was young...unexplainable things. One time, when no clouds could be seen in the sky...she got upset...and...a massive tornado came,almost destroying the entire town. There was so many incidents...a couple small, others more serious, that Mother couldn’t ignore. And so...it has come to this. It was silly, since no connections could be made between her and all the strange occurrences… yet who knows? Maybe she is the cause behind all those occurrences, maybe not.

“Nice car, Dad. Of course...anything looks nice right now, when it’s raining, huh?” Ada laughed a little, shaking her head while helping him pack her things into the car. Once that was done, she let herself into the passenger seat. The shelter was a welcome relief from the cold rain, as will the heat, whenever it comes on. Her brown eyes taking in the sights, she brushed aside a few wet strands of brown, tucking them behind an ear. A nice, hot shower will feel amazing later, once she is settled into her father’s...place. Where does he stay? Could he be living in an apartment...or in a big house, all by himself…?

Ada turned more towards him after he climbed into the car. “I’m so glad I made it…” she told him, giving him a big hug despite the armrest. Her breasts came to press into his side, the lush globes even straining against the jacket she wore. “I’ve missed you...ever since you left...I mean, I had Mother...but she just didn’t...fill in that role very well. After all...Mother is Mother...and you’re my Dad...no matter what continent you live...or what happens to us.” Pulling back with a big smile, she kissed him on the cheek, and settled back in her seat.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

He marvels at the comment about the not much being brought over, as he tries to fit it all into the boot of his car. The bags finally slot in such a manner that the rear door can be closed. He wonders what she in them and after a few moments of consideration, decides it is better he does not know. The rain is cold and stinging, so he is grateful that his daughter is inside and dry.

He considers the welcome she has received already here in his native homeland, a jet lagged delayed flight, rude idiots at the baggage carsouel. He knows he should not have done that, it was impulsive and had no real need but he had felt a need to protect his daughter. The power he had he worked for and had been granted, as well as the price he has to explain that to her. He watches her through the window, so beautiful sexy young lady she is, looking at her gives a Moment of guilt. He wonders what his neighbours will make of this, he knows that they observed his younger girlfriends and visitors. He doesn't care what they, those people who live besides him, make of his life style and the work he does, but the thought of them judging his daughter burns him up.

He steps in the car, the rain shrugging off his jacket, wet and cold.pushing the keys in the ignition her starts her up, the car is a rental, he would never need to drive something this big or slow, but he got top of the range, even if he needed it for 4 hours, after all he has his daughter to impress and get home safely.

The hug was unexpected but every welcome, the kiss a surprise... ask the talk about her mother, yes to be expected, "I'll get you to the house I stay in, it's about an hours drive, we can talk and I'll answer your questions or you can sleep"

 

[Frogger]

“Mm, after the flight I’ve just had...I think I will take a nap. The questions can wait until later.” Dark brown eyes met his flashing green ones, her lips curved into a smile. Ada let out a big yawn, stretching her arms and legs. Because of this, a few joints gave out a vicious-sounding pop, which she met with a groan. “Oh...that felt good…” After getting the soreness out of her neck, the young girl started making herself comfortable in the seat, though it was a little bit before she settled down.

It wasn’t long before her breathing began to slow. One arm was laying across her stomach, the other resting against her side. In the waning light coming from outside...she almost looked to be a goddess, or a young woman blessed by gods long forgotten. Her lashes cast shadows upon the tops of her cheeks, and her lips...a perfect cupid’s arrow, just waiting for a kiss. With every breath the blouse she had on tightened across her breasts...making the pair strain against the fabric, like they were struggling to escape. That could very well be the case...however unlikely it was. Every once in a while her legs will shift, the blue skirt riding up those toned legs until lots of skin is exposed...not that she is aware of that. At one point white could be seen, along with just a little bit of lace. Later on the skirt fell back down… hiding the panties from view.

Ada stirred after about forty-five minutes, her lips stretching wide in a yawn. “Mm… What did I miss?” the girl murmured, her words slurring together. “Mm…” Those brown eyes hazy with sleep, and her cheeks painted pink, she gazed out the window curiously. A balled fist rose to rub at one of the eyes. “Looks like I missed quite a bit… Sorry I slept for so long… I didn’t mean to…”

Her eyes rose to meet his. A smile curving her lips, she rubbed at the other eye, trying to get the sleepiness out. “Anyway… I’m sorry about firing all those questions at you earlier… You don’t have to answer them, if you don’t want to…” Her body shifted, skirt riding up her thighs yet again.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

He listens to her talk about her flight and is just damn happy she is here now with him. It has taken a number of months to make the arrangements and it seemed that her mother’s lawyers wanted to really block this for some reason. He had a suspicion why but it was unproven and his attempts to determine who would want to prevent the visit remain unproven, certainly her mother had her reasons but this seemed more legal process interference.

Watching her drift away from him into a restful sleep, he reflects again on her beauty and poise, she truly was a remarkable creature. His gaze drifted from his drive that was simple at such an early hour of the morning, barely any traffic let his mind wonder and his eyes wander.

He thought back to the time he had to leave America after being recalled by the Council to take up his heredity seat that had been vacant since the passing of his mother some 3 years previous. He had already been divorced from Ada’s mother but the leaving to return to England and the knowledge that he would not be able to see her frequently was a gut churning decision he hated to have to make. He had always promised himself he would make time to return for visits but one on the Council and the turmoil of the past few years and infighting had made any absence almost impossible.

The contacts in the airport, he understood but was confused by, as users of magic there was always a sensation when there was contact or extreme emotion but the experiences with her were not the same as others. He knew that the emotional charge of the reunion would unbalance him slightly and the behaviour with the fat golfer was very uncharacteristic, he usually saved such behaviour for the true transgressors who he was tasked to punish.

He glanced at her whilst she slept, the face so perfect and serene, though the eyes were closed he imagined her brown eyes the lashes, the perfect nose, the lips, so soft and just needing to be kissed. Her chest rising and stretching the material of her blouse, the collar open and a tantalising view of her neck and shoulder showing. He thought to the moment of contact in the car and felt a flush as he thought of how it made him feel. When she moved her legs, his guiltily glanced at her strong smooth tanned legs and the briefest of glimpses of her underwear. He looks there and marvelled that this girl was his off spring and could look so perfect but also he felt more than a fatherly desire for her.

By the time she had awoken, the sun was kissing the velvet blue night and the first pinks of dawn were painting the underside of the clouds. The fast motorway had changed to a winding road out along the hills and the views were of farm land, stone fences and cottages.
“Hi Honey, how did you sleep? We are nearly there and Yes, I will try to answer your questions, I live in a house inherited from my mother’s side of the family. Well I call it a house, its Whitherby Hall, it contains some 5 bedrooms and a number of other rooms and places. Built 200 years or so ago and renovated by me in the most part. I live alone when I am there but often stay at a flat the company owns in London. “ He grins “what else you want to know?”

 

[Frogger]

Ada let out another yawn. With the sun kissing the velvet blue night and the first pinks of dawn painting the underside of clouds, her features were cast in golden light, and even her brown hair shone under its influence. “I slept pretty good… Thank you. Mm...I can’t wait to get out of this car...no offense. I’ve been traveling for the past several hours...so I am really looking forward to remaining solitary for a little while. Don’t expect me to go sightseeing in the near future. I am far too tired of going places...or to go much of anywhere. I’m sorry… Maybe we can sightsee tomorrow, okay?”

Her dark, sleepy eyes met his, a faint smile curving her lips. “And wow...you inherited a place that is over two hundred years old? That is pretty cool...I always did like homes with history behind them. Nothing too gruesome, mind you...just something along the lines of...several generations living within its walls...or little notches made on the door, made years ago by some loving mother… You know, that sort of thing.” Ada gave a little shrug, feeling just a little bit embarrassed about all her rambling. It didn’t occur often, but...it did happen whenever she was excited. Maybe it was because of their reunion…? Most likely, because after all...it has been years since they last laid eyes on each other.

“Mm, anyway...Why do you stay at a flat in London, when you have Whitherby Hall to go back home to? It must be a beautiful home…” Ada rested her head on one hand, several dark tendrils falling down to caress her forearm. “Um...I don’t have any other questions...not that I can think of at the moment. I’m more tired than anything…” After letting out yet another yawn, she let her head rest against the window, the cool temperature lulling her more than anything. Her brown eyes drew to a close for one moment...then two, until finally...her eyes were closed for good, her breathing once again deepening. It was an accident to fall asleep once again, but...she couldn’t help it.

Ada continued on sleeping to until the car is about ten minutes away from its destination. A bump in the road made the young girl wake up with a start, eyes blinking sleepily in the face of such a rude awakening. “Did...Did I really fall back asleep?” she asked, one hand pushing some bangs out of her eyes. “I am...so sorry...I didn’t mean to...I guess I was more tired than I originally thought…” Now taking in the new surrounding area, guilt began darkening her features.

“I really am sorry...How about this, I make it up to you? Um… Are you planning on going out to eat tonight, or would you like a home-cooked meal? Because I can cook, if you want… I have gotten rather good at it… Mother has taught me everything she knows, just about...or at least, almost… I swear, she will never relinquish her famous banana pudding recipe, not even on her death bed. I keep asking, but I always get turned down, no matter what I say. Stubborn woman…” Ada gave a soft laugh under her breath, just shaking her head at fond memories. Even if the woman was stubborn...she was one of the most loving...caring people known in the area. Of course she can get annoying at times...but what mother wouldn’t? It’s almost part of the job description.

Ada stole a glance in his direction, and couldn’t help but admire his handsome features. Sure, he looks much like he did when she was younger...and yet...he aged well, and she probably shouldn’t be thinking this, but...if he didn’t share any genetic relation with her...well...she would have no problem even asking him out on a date. Of course...she did tend to stutter around anyone of the opposite sex...or rather, when she thought them attractive...but she couldn’t help it. And she would certainly give it one or two chances...maybe.

Of course, that will never happen. Her eyes darted away, the pair taking in the magnificent sunrise outside. In the distance she could see a house here and there, but other than that, no other homes to be seen. I hope nothing...strange happens while I’m here… Not like what happened at school...or on my field trip… The brown orbs darkened with memory, her lips tugging down into a frown. After all...Andrea did get hurt… Biting her lip, Ada turned her mind away from such gloomy affairs, and cast her attention on her father again. “Um… is there anything in particular you’d like for dinner?”

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

He drive slower no once off the main roads, the lanes are narrower and can have blind bends which will catch out an unwary or tired driver. The rain does not help, it patterns the windows and the flick of the wipers makes the travel monotonous. The drive is a quiet one and with his own thoughts and the looks at Ada there, it passes. He is very happy to hear the yawns and her wake up later in the journey, he spends too much time alone with his thoughts and other ethereal creatures.

He tries to answer all her questions as he drives, confirming that sightseeing can wait a few days, he knows her body is out of synch with the time zone and as such he want to make sure she rests and relaxes. After all they have months ahead for all that anyway and he intends to ensure he takes as much time as possible to acquaint her with the place.

Listening to the questions about the Hall, “no not really gruesome, though there are some places that might consider a bit odd, I grew up there and I loved it, so places to explore and hide in! There is certainly a history there and there are photos, paintings and records that track us back until the mid 18th century. So lots of family history and secrets too!” He winks, wondering if she will be interested in all that old stuff, it would help him if she could understand part of their history here, it would explain the 13 families and the Councils make up so much more.

“The flat is convenient, it is in the city and allows me to work later and stay there, otherwise it is an and half hour journey back here and I keep odd hours and so prefer to stay there. If I do you will come with me and stay there too, I am not leaving you at the Hall alone..” he smiles what he hopes is a reassuring smile but inside he knows that most business he undertakes in the city she will need to understand and be aware of. Also the place there is for some of his entertaining and for a moment, he wonders what you would make of the rooms there.

As he talks and considers her potential and how he can go about introducing her to all this. It will be a shock he expects, he knows of the reports that originated from the men he assigned to watch her. He knows that the power is manifesting and it is becoming harder to control, part of the reason for the urgency was to get her here was to help with that and manage the risks to her and others. When he glances over again, she is asleep.

The transfer of surface wakes her and he listens to her apologies that are completely unnecessary. “Ada, it is ok.. I know your body is screwed up with time difference and air travel, you just relax as you need to rest, we will be home soon and if you wish I can make you up something to help you sleep and recover. As for food, we can have a light breakfast and you can cook later if you want. I would welcome company and home cooked food, something simple perhaps, it’s the company the food I want to enjoy the most. “

As he pulls into the large circular driveway in front of the old stone house, the lighting breaks through and illuminates a place with high gothic windows, gargoyles and stone dogs at the edges of the roof. The place is partly ivy covered but in good repair, there are discrete security cameras about the grounds and outside the house. He looks over and has a peculiar feeling as you look at him, not really the look of a daughter that he expected something more feminine and mature appraising him and looking him up and down. He hides his smile or at least hopes he does manage it as the looks while she were asleep had a similar purpose and direction.

He parks the car and kills the engine, walking over to the huge oaken door that has iron nails and ornate hinges in wide strides, he pauses. The doors must be automatic or on a control as they open without touch. The interior is vast hallway a long stair case up to the floor above and paintings and picture hung everywhere. The floor is marble and the lights discrete and unobservable but it is well lit and welcoming.

“please come in and welcome to your home, Witherby Hall”

 

[Frogger]

“Wow, this place...is beautiful.” Ada looked around with wide-eyed wonder, glancing this way and that, taking in every single detail she could. “I mean it. I have never seen a place so… beautiful...so...majestic…” The high gothic windows caught her attention, as did the gargoyles and stone edging the roof. Huh…? she thought, seeing the huge oaken door swing open without touch. How did he make it automatic? Stepping inside, her breath hitched at the sight of the long staircase...the vaulted ceilings, not to mention the oil paintings hanging everywhere.

Ada admired the marble floor beneath her feet. Everything was worthy admiring, at least in her eyes, but she can only admire one thing at a time. I can’t believe Dad lives here… Witherby Hall reminds me of a fairy-tale castle...Her eyes still wide and incredulous, she began walking down the hallway, following her father. Just...wow… I bet mother people would sell their left leg to live here...

“Do you really live here, Dad? It almost seems too...grand…” Ada’s words trailed off when she found the dining room, silver flashing under the chandelier hanging high above, and the table...able to seat at least twelve people. Most would never have the capacity to appreciate such a mansion...much less the history behind such intricate designs, but she was not one of those people. Her jaw dropped yet again. If I’m not careful, flies are going to make their nests in my mouth...she told herself, almost chuckling at such a ridiculous idea. Her eyes tore away from the pine table, only to look at the painting nearby. Why does that person look so familiar…?

Ada narrowed her eyes, the brown pair studying the picture, and the person in it, very closely. The woman was elegant, there was no doubt about that...and there was a certain dignified air about her. Her lips were in a faint smile, eyes sparkling as though she had secrets she wasn’t quite ready to share yet. I think...I see a few of my features in this woman...she realized. Maybe...Maybe it’s just a figment of my imagination...but her general face shape...perhaps even the shape of her eyes...were almost identical to what she sees in her reflection everyday… Tilting her head, she pursed her lips, thinking deeply. It could be possible that this woman...was an ancestor on her father.

“Hey...Dad? Who is this?” she asked, the curiosity obvious in her voice. Those brown eyes whirled around to meet his. “I can tell I’m related to this woman somehow...but there is no name plate or anything… Why is that?” Don’t most paintings featuring people have name plates? After all...ancestors should not be forgotten… Hands tucked in her pockets, she didn’t move her gaze from his.

Because of her outfit, much of her legs could be seen. The skirt flirted about her legs with every move she made...exposing just a little bit more flesh. Every once in a while white would reveal itself, as would the lacy edge. Whenever Ada bends over...her breasts strain against her shirt, making the pair way too tempting. It was almost as though the luscious packages were begging to be touched...the nipples begging to get some attention, through tweaking or pinching...it didn’t matter.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

It is the most immense and wonderful pleasure he has ever felt as he stood there at the door of the main entrance, the bags placed at his feet. His eye follow her gaze about the walls, the floor, the staircase and the ceiling, feeling the sight of this place for the first time. He would never tire of returning here after a few weeks away or longer, the moment that the house is opened and the feeling of belonging washes over you. To see it now on her fresh young face, knowing this is her first time here and the feeling must be more intense and miraculous than anything. He watches in silence, wondering who will seek her out first, which of the great paints will call her. As he watches, he observes too, the long smooth tanned legs, the short skirt that barely concealing the glimpses of tantalising panties, the tight shirt that seems to strain with every fluid twist and turn of her body and her face lit up from the inside with the beautiful and wonder of youth and vigour.

Then she is drawn in closer to the picture by the table. Yes, he thinks, yes, that is it that is clear now, she has sought and made contact… At her question of identity he looks to the picture too as expecting a reply from the oil painting itself. The woman there looks down at us both, the eyes hold something of a soul still and the smile is knowing and mocking at the same time. The old cliché about eyes following about a room is true here, the artist seemingly to have taken really deep and special interest there, in the reflection on the eyeball in the paint, it is almost as he can see two shadows being reflected.

He smiles and steps a few feet closer to her, “that my darling girl, is Rowan Whitherby, my great grandmother from my mother’s side of the family. We don’t need names here on the pictures, we just know who they are. She has many of the features that the Holden family carries from generation to generation and you look remarkably like her in some respects. The library has the books of genealogy and the family tree which I can tell you about another time.” He thinks that he will have to, so much can be explained by their history and role within the council but to explain who Rowan was right now would surely be met with incredulity and disbelief.

“ I would imagine you would like to see your room and the shower first of all, then we can have some breakfast and talk more.” With no apparent effort he lifts the number of bags again and heads up the stairs to a room at the far end of the landing, tapping the door open with his toe, he reveals a massive room, more like a suite, with ensure bathroom, huge four poster bed, deep carpet and high ceilings with a chandelier. The desk has a new laptop sitting there, apparently installed and ready for her use, should she wish. “I am sorry the walls are so bare, I removed the paintings that were dull pictures of horses and hunting and thought you might like to decorate yourself. What do you think, its it ok for you?“

 

[Frogger]

Ada turned around to face him. In those dark brown eyes was a deep wisdom, far beyond her years...yet didn’t seem out of place. “I would love to find out more about Rowan...or rather, Great-Grandmother,” she told the older man. “Mother never says anything about your side of the family...so it would be great to learn about the rest of my family while I’m here.” Her smile bright, not to mention rather dazzling...especially to the opposite gender. Dark waves of brown came tumbling forward, framing that pretty face she inherited from her mother. The light played its fingers over her features, bringing out her eyes...her smile...and maybe a dozen other little things. Her skirt didn’t settle back into place until a moment later...and not until some lacy white could be seen by him. Her breasts -though not the biggest seen within her female relatives- were straining against her shirt, not leaving much to the imagination when it comes to...well, what the pair were like without any kind of fabric. “However...that can wait until tomorrow…”

When he mentioned a shower, her eyes lit up, a smile spreading across her face. “Boy, would I!” she exclaimed, positively giddy. “I would love to have a shower right now!” Of course, breakfast sounds good too, now that she thinks about it. Oh well. That will have to wait until later, just for an hour or two. It didn’t really surprise her when he lifted the bags with apparent ease, even though one was particularly heavy. The two went on upstairs, and down the hall, where her new room was. The inside certainly did take her by surprise, however. The new laptop, installed and ready to go...the high ceiling, chandelier included, the...huge, four poster bed...everything was just amazing.

“Wow… This is...This is just beautiful. Thanks, Dad!” Ada’s eyes devoured the entirety of the room. “It may be bare, but that’s fine… It means that I can add a few personal touches… doesn’t it?” Her smile warm and inviting, much like a crackling fire on a cold winter night, she turned around to face him...only to surprise him with one big, tight hug. Her luscious breasts came to press into his chest, almost providing an excuse for him to touch and squeeze the pair. The faint scent coming from her hair was heaven, just subtle enough to not be overpowering...but just enough for the scent to be pleasant. Every inch of her young body met his during such an embrace, hips against hips...breasts against chest, and even...sex against sex, though she didn’t realize this.

Ada slowly drew back, though not enough to break the contact. Her dark brown eyes met his, a light, pleasant shade of pink coloring her cheeks. “I know I keep saying...sentimental things...and you might be getting sick of hearing it all...but I really am happy to be visiting you… It has been far too long since we spent any time together…” The pink darkening to a rosy red, she let her head fall back to rest on his chest...listening to his heartbeat. Her arms wrapped around his waist, it was a rather cute, touching scene...one that most people couldn’t stomach. After a moment or so, she snuggled closer...their bodies coming to press together intimately...even sensually. Her eyes drifted shut, a smile curving her lips...and staying there.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

He held her for a moment, breathing the scent f her hair and feeling her soft warm body so close to his. The hands fel from her shoulders to her waist as he revelled in the feelings, his taller body pressed to her and he felt the approval of the house, it seemed that the first test was completed. He know she would have not be aware of the home and the spirits testing her to see who she would choose as her mentor spirit and it pleased him it was Rowan. She had been a force to reckon with when alive and terrifying to watch in the heyday, leading the council and driving forwards the Plan. His thoughts turn back to the present as she speaks again about sentimentality and he chuckles into her ear, the sound low and comforting. “I do no mind one bit, you know this has been a long awaited reunion and if you knew how much I have wanted this and fought for it, well you would be surprised. We have months together and so so much to learn about each other and to experience. “ His hand runs up the back, feeling the bumps of the spine and stroking the silky hair as he presses close again, his body pushing to her, crushing her breasts to his lower chest.

He lets his hold loosen on her and tilts his chin down to look at her face and speaks “look you shower and I will fix some food, eggs and bacon, toast, orange juice and coffee? That do you for now?” he knows he is hungry and also nervous, these feelings are strong already and he knows that it will magnify, as if all the spirits are pushing them together and urging him on. He knows the time will come and they will realise what the ultimate gift is for them but he needs to make sure that she is ready and understands. “I left you some towels and soap and body wash etcetera in the bathroom, just there. You freshen up and come downstairs, you will find the kitchen it just off the stairs and you will hear me crashing about” he gives you a warm and what he hopes is a fatherly smile and awkwardly steps back, he is aware that the jeans feel tighter now and as he swelled thinking of what is to come but I must control himself for now.. he concludes. He walks to the door and as he closes says “see you in 15?

 

[Frogger]

“You better give me thirty, Dad!” Ada laughed. “It’s been a long trip, and I have to wake up a little, or else I’ll fall asleep...in breakfast!” For some reason...she was feeling...hot...and not in the way she was supposed to feel around her father. The last time her heart was pounding much like a bird trapped within a cage...and heat was curling like a poisonous snake inside her stomach...um, well...it was when she was around a boy she really...really liked. Why...Why is she feeling that...around her own father?! Swallowing the lump in her throat, praying he didn’t notice her flush, the young girl quickly retreated towards the bathroom. “I think eggs, bacon, toast, orange juice, coffee sounds great. I can’t wait to dig in!” Her belly already was growling at the idea of such yummy food...and to be honest...his cooking is divine, despite his joking. The bathroom was to be expected, with dark blue accents alongside white tile. Ada found a dark blue robe hanging over the door, deciding in that moment she’ll wear it as soon as she finished. It would be comfortable, after a long plane ride, and car ride -even though the latter was shorter. Yawning widely, water began raining down with a twist of her wrist, and while it heated up, she checked her reflection in the mirror.

Oh man, I look like a nightmare! Her smile melting, only to be replaced with a frown, Ada began fussing with her hair. In all honesty, it wasn’t that bad...but within the eyes of a teenage girl… well, yeah. Steam started rolling from the shower...which was her cue to undress. “I swear… I am going to be in heaven…” she sighed, clothes slipping off. Dark waves dancing about her face, light playing along the curves of breasts and hips alike, she stepped into the shower to do her business.

Ada emerged, looking refreshed and wet. Her hair flat, plastering her neck and shoulders, she went ahead and began drying off. The lush, soft blue bathrobe secured around her waist with the sash, she opened the door to sniff. I don’t smell anything yet...but I will. I wonder if he has started cooking... Humming under her breath, the young girl decided to seek him out. “Um… Dad? Dad? We still on for breakfast?” she asked, eyes taking in little details about the house. Rowan’s portrait drew her in yet again...though for some reason that she couldn’t name… she felt like it was actually...speaking out to her. Maybe she needed to clean out her ears… Her eyes gazing into the painted pair, she bit her lip...and hesitantly continued on her way. The bathrobe did nothing to hide her figure...instead just highlighting the womanly features she already has at her age. Even a little bit of cleavage could be seen...however, she didn’t know about this in the slightest.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

He busied himself in the kitchen , whisking eggs together with milk and butter, seasoning until it smelt perfect, checking that the fresh bread was carefully sliced and that the Oranges in the juicer were just ripe enough., when he found a hard one that needed another couple of days , he just closed his eyes and encouraged it on its way, the simple encouragement of nature to follow its already planned course was easy to perform. he could feel the house about him, the spirits there moving in the shadows and one in particular seems very keen to make its presence felt. Rowan seems to be pushing him a little, to tell her, htell it all and that she is ready and a most willing student in all this.

he turns on the stove and turns on the gas as he hears the voice of his daughter as she moves through the hallway."im in here, just started cooking up for you... you find everything you needed?"

he turns to look at the doorway, his eyes widening in natural reaction as he sees her there, scrubbe and wet from teh shower, so naturally beautiful and the curves just being accented by the tightly tied robe at her waist, the top opening lower down to her tummy as he glaces and watches her move.

 

[Frogger]

Ada looked in through the doorway at the sound of his voice. “I found everything I needed, no worries… Thanks. I feel great now. So...what are you making for breakfast? Can I have a sample?” With a smile she edged in close, her hands on the counter while she tried to peek over his shoulder. Because of that position...just a little more cleavage revealed itself, so he could see just how full and lush her breasts really are. “I want some bacon… Come on...let me eat some bacon...I’m starving!” A wave of dark brown came tumbling forward, close enough to where he could smell the shampoo she used...it was refreshing, with nothing too complicated mixed in. “May I have a little bacon?” she asked nicely this time around, blinking her eyes up at him in an effort to win him over.

“I promise, I’ve been a good girl… I do what I’m told… I do my homework, even though most of the time, I don’t want to… Come on, you can give me a little bit of bacon...can’t you?” Ada said, big brown eyes looking deep into his...a few strands of wet hair falling against her cheek, giving her a sweet, innocent look. Of course, this was broken by the cleavage exposing itself to his eyes… which at this point...some more could be seen. Even the sweet curve of a breast was open to his eyes.

Ada could have sworn she heard something right then...or rather, sensed something moving behind her. Maybe it was just a piece of her imagination, but...it felt like hands, without warmth or substance...came to rest on her lower back, and gave a gentle push. And so...she stumbled forward, her breasts falling out of the robe...soon pressing into her father’s chest, and her hands flew to land on his chest too, though only because she was trying to catch herself. “Uh…” Dark red spreading over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, she lowered her gaze, not sure what to say, now that this happened. It’s strange… Ever since they reunited, she can’t seem to focus on him being her father...but rather, a man...

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

He feels her step behind him as he cooks, the pan hot and the bacon sizzling as he turns it carefully making sure it will not catch and go too crisp. he can smell the soap from her and the shampoo from her hair without turning. as she speaks he chuckles, the playfulness of her begging, the bargaining for bacon. "really you would do anything? be a good girl for me.. just for one slice of this fine lean tasty yummy piggie treat?" he eyes flick to hers and then lower, the white robe opening as she leans in and the hint of a rose coloured nipple exposed to him. the thoughts of lust return to his mind as before, he wonders how much is the magic in this house and how much is the desire that he would have for such a luscious young creature.

he teases a sliver of the bacon onto the fork he has been using to turn, blowing on it it gently to make sure the touch to her lips will not burn and is about to offer it when he senses the movement. He can see in that split second, that she has too maybe unable to discern what it is but feeling the presence and the force of a bump into you.

The fork placed quickly on the side, he catches her as she steps into him. the robe top opened and her prefect firm young breasts exposed, the sight of them makes him gasp as he looks down, eyes travelling over the top half of her body and then face up to the reddened face and wide eyes of surprise.." Are you ok?" he asks quietly, as his hands hold her waist, fingers on the sides of her bare skin...

 

[Frogger]

“Um, I-I think so…” Ada murmured, her eyes still wide, and her cheeks dark red. “I-I don’t know what happened… I was just...standing here next to you, then...it felt like...someone pushed me, as silly as that sounds…” Threads of brown came falling forward, making her lose track of what she was saying, at least for now. With a cute little pout she tucked the strands behind an ear, unaware of how the sash was becoming undone around her waist...and revealing more than a daughter should be revealing to her father. The cool air caressed her nipples, causing the rosy pair to harden into pert buds. “I just...I have no idea what happened… It was so...weird…” Her train of thought crashed when she realized how much she was exposing, and quickly, with a crimson blush, tugged up her robe until everything was hidden.

Ada bit her lip. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t...I didn’t realize that I was…” Her face growing steadily darker, it was right then that she noticed how her skin was tingling...and not from the air, but rather...from his touch. Oh… That’s right… Father caught me, and...he was touching bare skin… Her heart gave a strange little...lurch, one that didn’t have any reason behind it, at least...not to the young woman. Her nipple poking through the material, even though it was thick, she peeked up at him through her bangs. “H-Here… Why don’t I… Why don’t I help you with breakfast…? Is...Is the bacon not burnt? It would be a shame if it was, since it would be my fault…” I still want to know...why it is I felt like I was pushed...she thought to herself.

“Or, better yet… what else do you need to make? You mentioned eggs...toast...orange juice, and coffee...right? I’ll go ahead and start brewing the coffee, and maybe even go ahead with the eggs...or would that be in your way?” Ada withdrew from his embrace, reluctantly, heading towards the coffee pot she could see on the counter. “Where are your coffee filters? And the coffee beans?” she asked, looking in the nearest cabinet to see if it was in there. However, she was met with...no success.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

“yes don’t worry, this place has an uneven stone floor and it can play tricks on your balance…” His hands move back from the soft skin, it felt like I had shocked him, like static electricity and the fingers tingled as if still touching. His eyes on hers as she slowly closed her robe, his throat constricted and his eyes wide. He know what had happened and he was trying to consider how to explain this to her. The house was being very impatient and he could understand why, so much was at stake here. He had always known his destiny and as such been prepared for the moment, that exquisite moment when the power and the price was revealed to him. Ada had been removed from him before he could explain or prepare her and while the house did not mind, he certainly wanted to ensure she was ready before the weight of the family secret were placed upon her shoulders.

Yes that was the reason he confided to himself, it was all a matter of timing and care. Though he knew he wanted her now, the exposure of her young body had inflamed him and he made sure that his waist was not turned towards her for fear of her noticing the sizable bulge in his jeans. He turned the bacon and noticed it was burned on one side, with a slow murmur he corrected the error, ensuring it would remain perfect.
“no its perfect see? Not burned at all, I guess we are very lucky today.” His face flushed as he stands facing the stove not turning his body towards her. “you can help, the oranges are in the juicer, its just a quick flick to but on.” He sees her searching for the papers and beans, ”there on the right in the top cupboard, it’s a tall stretch for a darling petite girl as Ada and his lips part as his tongue lips watching her from behind admiring the smooth tanned legs and slim waist.

 

[Frogger]

Ada swallowed hard. “O-Oh really, it does? I never would have guessed…” Her hands trembling on the folds of the bathrobe, she reflected back on that moment when he touched her bare sides...and felt a strange heat flare to life within her veins. What was...all that about…? I have never...in my entire life...felt that way before… Blushing crimson, she tuned back into his words, giving an awkward chuckle. “I-It’s not even the slightest bit burnt? I’m surprised… but I guess we are lucky… Burnt bacon doesn’t taste very good, does it?” After giving another awkward laugh, she went about turning on the juicer. It didn’t take her mind off the current situation… so instead of lingering on it, she reached up to find the coffee filters and beans. The dark robe, contrasting nicely with her skin tone, parted to reveal one long...toned, slender leg. It even grew tight across her shapely ass, making it where nothing was left to the imagination...and making it visible, even through the thick material.

“Um, anyway…” Ada brought down what she needed to make coffee, already pulling out a filter to put in the machine. “How has...your work been coming along? I know you’re busy… especially since you need to have a flat, so it must be pretty hectic…” Her delicate, though skillful hands, began measuring out coffee beans, each little scoop being dumped into the gaping mouth. Her dark brown eyes remained intent on her hands, not even daring to glance over in his direction… even though they are related and all.

Her gaze did drift over to him on occasion, though she tried not to get caught doing so, or to do it too often. Ada found that she glanced over at him four times in the past minute, though, and so tried to nip it in the bud. Once the coffeepot began to brew, she went back over to the man, peeking over his shoulder tentatively. “I still can’t believe you didn’t burn the bacon…” she commented, her breasts pressing into his back, nipples poking through...and her hands resting lightly on his shoulders.

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

The eyes follow her about the room as she moves about, flicking the switch the juicer whirls away the smell of citrus combining with the cooked bacon, the juice flowing into the glass jug as the oranges are squeezed and all the goodness extracted. It ends with a last spurt of the pulpy goodness and the orange froth slowly clears. He watches that for a moment, trying to calm the storm inside the orange juice, so sweet, juicy , ripe and ready. The adjectives flowing in his mind but again his thoughts are not on the liquid and despite his best efforts his eyes turn to watch her.

Seeing her rear end so perfectly moulded in the robe. The curve of her backside, the concave of her knees between her thigh and her calf, the bare feet so tiny and delicate. His lips feel dry again and he knows why, that spectre of desire is here within him and he knows it will need to be addressed soon. Vital for his own sanity but also for all that rests on the shoulders of this beautiful young woman, so unaware of the gifts she possesses and he the power about to be transferred.
“Work, well its complicated, there are a lot of things happening at once at the moment. Deals being made and finance being arranged. Its not so easy to be involved when you are not there all the time. The council, I mean my company, expects me to be available when the important discussions are needed or decisions made. “ He frowns at the through knowing soon they will want to confirm he has explained to her the position she will be in. it seems everyone is pushing for this, the spirits, the council, even his own libido but he just wants to have a few moments with her as father and daughter before everything is changed forever.

Feeling her hands on his shoulders he looks back at her as she tries to lean around him. The press of her body to his nearly drives him wild every fibre of his being telling him to just take her. The desire within him and the pent up energy seeming to make his blood rush in his ears. As he makes eye contact with her, he sees that look something within her seems to be calling out to. “well the eggs are nearly ready, bacon perfect so sit that cute backside down and lets eat and talk!”

 

[Frogger]

“I-I want…” Ada’s words trailed off, their eyes locked...recognizing the spark of lust hidden within each pair. Her hands grew damp at the thought. Isn’t it...bad...that I want to throw my own father down, and have my way with him? Her luscious, sinfully tempting breasts still pressing into his back, she bit her lip...both hands still holding onto his broad shoulders. I have never...been this physically attracted...to a man before… It’s just...It’s just crazy! All day, I have noticed little things...such as his big...strong hands, and dozens of other things...things I shouldn’t be noticing… Yet I really can’t seem to stop! This is driving me nuts! Her eyes still on his, those delicate hands drifted down...until they rested on his hips.

The brown pair darted away, afraid...no, nervous about what he will have to say, if she admits what is on her mind. “F-Father...I believe...I have a confession that I must make…” she murmurs, fingers gripping on tight. “Though...I am quite positive you will find it… repulsive...I just… Normally...I would, too, and yet...I can’t seem to stop… I just… Wait, please...give me a minute...I keep repeating myself, and stumbling over my words…” Pulling in one deep, calming breath, then two...she tried to speak again, only to be met with the same fat.

“Ooh… You must find me childish!” Ada exclaimed, turning away to stalk about the kitchen. Her dark robe did nothing to hide her long, slender legs...nor how her breasts kept bouncing with every step, almost ready to fall right out. Maybe it was the spirits, maybe it was her natural allure...but either way, it would drive havoc on a man’s rationality. “I can’t seem to spit it out! I want you to know...so that you are aware, as much as it pains me...but yet the bloody words keep stumbling over each other whenever I do try! It is so...so...infuriating!” Cheeks blazing red, she stormed around the table...not once, not twice, but several times, to try and cool off a little.

Ada finally came to a stop, her fingers fluttering about the hems of her robe. “Okay...I think I’ve calmed down…” Inhaling deeply again, she glanced in his direction, only to avoid his gaze when their eyes met. “I know this may sound silly...positively repulsive...and immoral, but… ever since we reunited...I keep...I keep feeling this irresistible...attraction towards you. I keep having thoughts about...sex...primal and hungry, and...how it would feel to kiss you, not as your daughter...but as a woman… I just...can’t seem to help it… Even now, my skin is still tingling from when you were touching my sides…”

 

[UK_GUY_RP]

He looks at her, the trembling of her lips, the wide eyes and look of absolute fear is all he needs to know. he knew that this would ahve an effect on her but before he had no idea it would be so intense. After all he had grown up here and with the spirits and the knowledge of the birthright that he possessed.he had assumed that being seperated from him and the house would ahev diminished that or removed it.He had not wanted to leave her there alone, he had been called back by the needs of the council and the demands upon him. he had left with a heavy heart. now though it seemed the absence had increased the powerful urges and the need to be together. he knew he had to put his child's mind at ease and explain, she looked so frantic and scared.

he watched her pace, pick at her robe and fingers fly and hands wring as she tried to struggle with the feelings she thought were wrong. he had to she didn't even notice the small items on the table and counters moving, the agitation in the air as her emotions called forth the magic she possessed.

He pulled up the chair a the table, the scraping sound so loud in the big stone kitchen. "sit" he said with an air of the man who expected his commends obeyed with thought or question. "sit and we will talk..."