No Guarantees

No Guarantees
By: TheGoddessofDeath

A/N: Written for the Kink Meme. The requester asked for consensual Phoenix x Trucy, for Trucy to be of legal age, and for Phoenix to give her her first orgasm.

"Daddy?"

Her shadow falls across his face as he looks up with half-lidded eyes, face scrunched up to fend off the light from behind her in the hallway assaulting his pupils. "Truce? That you?"

The young adult female giggles, taking a few more steps forward. "Of course it's me, Daddy. Who else would it be?"

Phoenix yawns, stretching slightly to expel the sleep from his muscles. "You just get home? What time is it?"

"Almost midnight," Trucy says softly, sitting on the foot of his bed as he leans over to turn on his bedside lamp. Her dull blue eyes shone in the light. "Why weren't you at the show?"

"Headache," is his automatic reply, sitting up. "I came home from doing a bit of work with Apollo and had a real bad one and decided to lay down before coming to your show. Guess you can see how that turned out."

The young female gave her father a pout, and he lets a gentle touch brush her hair out of her eyes.

"How did the show go?"

That elicits a smile from her, and she (quite theatrically) summarized her night: the act, her audience and their reactions, how wonderful it all was. Phoenix listens with a smile on his face, one that slightly dissipates when she says, "All I needed was you there, and it would have been perfect."

He chuckles. "You're never gonna let me live this down, hm?"

She shakes her head, a devilish grin on her face. "Nope."

Another laugh, and he pulls her back down to the bed. For the past couple of years, Phoenix has not been oblivious to the changes his daughter is going through. He watched her fill into her frame, one that was quite nice, he would admit, now that she was eighteen (albeit barely).

They share the gentlest of kisses. Lately the two of them have taken to doing this. It started innocently enough, a night after a movie on the couch. Trucy had been so enchanted by the kissing scene at the end of the movie. Daddy, are kisses really like that?

There had been no words, no doubts on his part (which scared him slightly and he tore himself up over) when he lowered his lips to hers. At first, Trucy was shocked, but soon she returned the kiss. The rest, as they say, is history.

But never, never did he touch her.

"I can make it up to you, if you wish," Phoenix starts, bringing himself back to the present matter. His daughter is half laying on him, her chest pressed against his and her fingers toying with his tossed locks.

Trucy cocks her head to the side slightly, a sly smile his reward. "Oh?"

Phoenix nods, pulling her completely on top of him and kissing her again. He'd rather he do this than some other man just love her and leave her.

Her loves her. He always has, and always will, no matter what.

Still, he's conflicted. There's a part of him that's telling him he's a dirty old man and that this is his daughter for christssakes.

Then there's the other part that's overcome with passion for this girl above him, and she smiles to him again to knock him from those thoughts. "Daddy?"

"Truce, I love you."

"I love you, too, Daddy."

At first the words cannot leave his throat. They're lodged in his throat, and he swallows hard. "L-let me show you... how much."

Now it's Trucy's turn for her breath to hitch, but she smiles a reassuring smile. "Okay, Daddy."

Their lips meet again, softly at first before it becomes like a game of hide and seek for their tongues. It's overwhelming, that by the time they pull apart, Trucy is shaking with want.

Large, yet lithe fingers prod at her damp panties underneath her sky blue skirt, re-explore the female anatomy for the first time in a long time.

He remembers where to touch her so that she feels good, but Trucy aches for the feel of his flesh. "Daddy... like this..." she coaxes, reaching behind her and pulling her panties aside. Phoenix is now more confident that his daughter is leading the way, and pushes a fingertip inside her.

She is tight but wet, and he kisses her neck as she winces against the pain. "You can tell me if it's too much."

"O-okay," she agrees, her eyes tightly shut as she absorbs the invasion of her father's finger- slowly fingers into her.

Phoenix knows his daughter is a virgin, knows no one has ever touched her quite like this, and he's proud to be her first. Relieved to be her first.

Soon he's pumping two fingers into her slowly, searching for the spot that made her shriek. He found it rather quickly, and kept brushing it with his fingertips gently.

Her completion comes rather quickly, having never orgasmed in her life. Her muscles clamp down around his fingers and he feels a rush of warmth over his flesh, his daughter moaning and panting as she balls her fingers into the shirt material covering his chest.

Trucy's mind is cloudy the first few minutes after her completion, but soon she looks down into her father's eyes and kisses him again. "Remind me why you never found a mommy for me? You have such extraordinary skills."

"Never looked hard enough, never found one good enough," he says with a smirk, watching as his daughter offers to lick his fingers clean of her essence.

Phoenix's own arousal doesn't go unnoticed, pressing against her thigh. She smirks, moving down to pull his sweat pants off and kiss down his stomach. "Well, I cannot become my own mother. So keep looking."

And as his daughter's mouth envelopes his erection, he groans. "No guarantees, Truce."