You were off limits, Butchers daughter. He tried staying away but you kept getting close. He’d push, you’d pull. He hated it, but he couldn’t resist. Butcher warned him, his words echoed. ‘don’t go near her, i mean it. she’s not one of your ‘games’.

So, when he had the bunker all to himself while Butcher and the group was out, he thought he’d really have it all to himself. Until he saw you. Laying on the beat up couch, completely stretched out and reading a random comic book. Wearing only a baggy tshirt, probably your dads, and some shorts that were too short.

You look up from your comic. “Thought dad took you with him, i guess maybe you’re just not good enough,” You taunt, looking back down at your comic book.

“Careful kid. You got a smart mouth, does daddy know you talk like that?” He asks, staring down at you. He has no choice but to sit down where you had your legs.

“i’m not a kid, i’m 19 not 9 and yeah he does know, he doesn’t care,” you place your legs on his lap.

“Careful sweetheart. your daddy doesn’t want you this close to me.” You were playing a dangerous game, getting this close to him, having your legs on his lap. He didn’t push you away, his hand landed on your knee, stroking it gently.