His hand slid to cup the back of her head as she leaned up, all willful enthusiasm that he came to expect from his daughter. Yes, he could sense the nerves, and he was keenly aware that she spent a considerable amount of time trying to not disappoint. Oh, if only she could understand there was nothing that she could do that would ever disappoint him.

He kept his lips as they were at first so that she could hopefully relax. He shook off his own rust as he parted his thin lips and gently traced the tip of his tongue at at the indent between her upper and lower lip and ended with a little flick of the tip of his tongue against the upper one. His other arm moved to encircle her waist to lightly but insistently pull her up against his body now that it seemed she was interested and curious to explore their new possibilities.

Already, he considered her his and he hers.