<b>Name:</b>Lance<br/><b>Location:</b>2e floor; 3e bedroom (Bella’s)<br/><b>Tagged:</b>Bella<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Lance had dried himself off and slid his frame into some confortable fabric. He was the type of person who usually wore jeans and a shirt at home, often without socks or any type of shoes. He had combed his hair in some manner and even a razor blade had been used to trim some of the hairs on his jawline. He a new man and it showed, shoulder straighter and eyes sharper. His daughter would be coming home today, completing the family as a whole.<br/><br/>After his shower he grabbed a hold of his towel and clothing from yesterday, flinging it all over his shoulders while making his usually round through the house. Roxanna’s room was already empty, no doubt the little princess was already downstairs, enjoying breakfast. The energy that girl had in the mornings was unnatural, similar to how her mother was in the past. He grinned at the memory and began picking up her laundry, flicking it over his other shoulder.<br/><br/>The last trip brought him to Bella’s room, purple instantly hitting him with anything it had. He fought his way through the colourful barrage and closed the door behind him. He could hear the small shower running in her little bathroom, no doubt still holding the blue eyed beauty a prisoner there. “Morning.” He said as he opened the door to her bathroom, stepping inside and feeling the foggy heat tease his own skin. “If you stay any longer in there you will end up like a shrivelled old prune and your father and sisters will not be able to recognise you anymore.” He smiled as he opened up her shower door, eyes glancing over her small, young and slender frame. He noticed the blonde hair coated to her shoulders, stopping just a few inches above her perk little breasts and nipples. He fought down his body’s natural reaction to seeing such beauty and unspoiled flesh before him, instead moving a bit closer to the girl and pressing his own lips against hers, kissing her gently for a few seconds. It was your average father daughter kiss, only the length had increased with each passing year without anyone really noticing it.<br/><br/>“You get your behind out of the showers, ok?” He asked, waiting for an answer before nodding. “When you are done, take the towel with you. Better hurry up if you want to join me and pick up your sister from the airport.” He grinned and closed the shower door, grabbing her bed clothing and making his way downstairs.<br/><br/><br/><br/><b>Name:</b>Lance<br/><b>Location:</b>1e floor; living room<br/><b>Tagged:</b>Roxanna, Elys<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>He dropped the laundry on a heap in one of the baskets before entering the living room, seeing his other daughter already taking advantage of breakfast. Lance simply tiptoed over towards her and placed his hands on her waist, holding her tightly while tickling the sides playfully. “And who gave you permission to take advantage of your old father’s labour?” He mused while changing the tickling into a gentle massage, digits pressing against pressure points near her spine. He knew how to get a reaction out of each of his daughters, the occasional shiver or moan of approval when a tensed muscle suddenly relaxed. He made his way to her side and gave her a morning kiss, brushing her fiery hair to the sides, showing more of her delicate features. How she reminded him of his wife.<br/>He broke off the kiss while stealing a strawberry from her collection and grinned as he plopped it in his mouth, releasing a loud smacking noise as he chewed it in half.<br/><br/>He was about to remind her that in a few hours they were going to pick up Elys from the airport when suddenly the doorbell rang. Lance’s eyes narrowed as he heard the sound, body straightening as he began making his way towards the door. They almost never had visitors or solicitors, Lance made sure of that, installing security devices and having his home unregistered in many databases, shielding them off from major companies that sometimes came to the door. His hard expression instantly changed when he opened the door, eyes gazing at his lost child and instantly rushing towards her. Two large arms wrapped her into his embrace and lifted her from the ground, one hand caressing the back of her head as he pressed her firmly in his arms. He could smell her hair, the shampoo she wore and even her natural scent. Her body heat felt like a welcoming roaring heat after trudging through winter all alone. A single tear left the edge of his left eye as he released her, joy overcoming his normal fixed expression and posture.<br/><br/>“How? I thought your plane didn’t land until five hours from now?” He managed to say between smiling and hugging her once more. He finally grabbed her suitcases and herded her inside.