Your dad was in your room, and you were on his lap.

You're not sure how it ended up like this - like it always does.

A visit gets handsy, and affectionate words are spoken, and your father's lips land on yours, slotting with a reverent tenderness, and you both end up on the bed.

You break apart with a pant, eyes dazed and cheeks flushed and clinging so cutely to his broad shoulders.

He chuckled deeply, pulling you closer and shifting you to sit on his thick thigh instead.

It presses up against you, and you can feel his large, firm muscles flexing under you.

"Such a sweet girl for daddy, you are princess."