The clothes crisis team is on the move!! They never fail!!!

Joy

Man, clothes crises are the worst!

Hmm, I'm wondering if Sue and Lucy are going to pry details out of Tara in regards as to what she's needs to get all dressed up for...

Thank goodness the clothes patrol is on the job. I for one can't buy anything without a second, third, fourth opinion. I shop with an entourage

kav

The only bad thing about calling in Lucy, is she might ask so many questions, Tara could be late. IckleAils, I am NOT giving you ideas here, these are just the ramblings of my mind, since it's Saturday. Ah well, post soon!!!

Jenny

Walking into the house Lucy started the bombardment of questions that made Tara head spin. Holding her hand up she issues a word of quiet as she led the woman into her bedroom.

“So?” asked Sue excitedly “What or should I say who are you getting ready for?” she finished with as she tossed her bad onto a spare slice of bed.
Running her hands nervously over her cheeks and up into her hair she collapsed onto a pile of jumpers. The other watched the play of emotions on her face before joining her on the floor. Nervously Tara retrieved the letter from the deep recesses of her pocket and handed it to Sue. Sue took a deep breath before she read it out loud. When she got to the part where Bobby proclaimed Tara as being the world to him the two of them shrieked in joy and with the last sentence the two ladies were literally bouncing with excitement.

“So you see!” said Tara finally answering Sue’s earlier question.

“Indeed we see” smiled Lucy broadly; “We have to beautify a beautiful woman for the meeting of her lifetime and for the man of her dreams.”

“Yip that’s about covers it. I however was not thinking quite so poetically.” Said Tara raising an eyebrow at Lucy. Lucy stuck her tongue out in response.

“So what image do you want to go with?” asked Sue rubbing her hands together in joy.

“I don’t know…..cute….casual… smart….” She said with a confused shrug of the shoulders.

“So all of the above” said Lucy standing up and attacking one pile of clothes that lay spewed across the floor. She picked up items and held them up to the be examined. Shaking her head and looking at Sue who mimicked her actions she tossed it aside. This went on for some time before Sue discovered the perfect outfit amongst a pile of jeans and corduroys. Holding it up against Tara petite frame Lucy found herself clapping in delight. Tara smiled shyly as she stared at her reflection in the mirror and nodded her head. Lucy seeing this gently pushed her towards the bathroom for a long soak in the bath while promising that Sue and her would be on clean up duty….

good to see you back, Ails have you been on the killer shifts?

loved the post, i'm sure bobby will take one look at her and think he's died and gone to heaven

cath

Glad Sue and Lucy were able to help (that is after they got the shrieking out of the way)! SO what does this perfect outfit look like? Is it going to knock Bobby's socks off?!

Sorry, I didn't realize how far behind I had gotten here. But I had a lot of really good posts to catch up on. Fantastic job.

Can't wait to see what the outfit looks like and Bobby's response when he sees her in it.

great post hun, i can't wait to see . . . read Bobby's reaction

Tara just needed Sue and Lucy to help her zero in on the right outfit!!

Bobby, watch out - here she comes!!!

Joy

My week has been bad, went in for nightshift on monday night and spent the twelve hours + running back and forth to the loo. and now the toilet is my new best friend i even have Jura guarding it for me, even though i am thinking that she thinks it is trying to steal me away from her, as i am in there instead of taking her walkies. i hate being ill and so does Jura.....


Nervously he stood there pacing a well-worn ditch in front of the monument. With nerves like moths and a throat as dry as paper he could feel the sweat pouring from each gland. Would she come? If she does will I muck it up again? What if she doesn’t love me? Were some of the many questions threatening to make up implode? He took a long swig out of his water bottle. If he was a smoker he would have smoked a full packet by down, but he never did like that disgusting and deadly habit.


She could see him from the distance; he was not hard to miss. Often he was head and shoulders above those around him and today was not different and with his handsome boyish features, he stood out to Tara like a lightening bolt on a dark night. She could feel a full body blush creep up her body. Nervously she wrung her hands as she watched a very nervous Bobby play with the exotic, delicate yet strong orchid in his hand. Smoothing down the delicate yet strong silk of her burnt orange baby doll dress she felt as ready as she would ever be. Smiling softly to herself at the gorgeous picture that a nervous Bobby made, she headed over towards him.

The time of truth was fast approaching them both…..

Sorry to hear you're feeling poorly, hope to feel better real soon.

Now back to Bobby and Tara, AND?????

My heart is just a beating hun. And because its you i am soooooo waiting for angst

Feel better soon!

Being sick stinks! I'll pray you feel better soon.

Hugs,
JF

Sorry you are not feeling well, Ails!! Hope you get better soon!! It's not fun at all being sick!!!

Thanks for the post - anticipation builds!!!

Joy

still sick- boo hoo. i hope you like this one, it made me swoon. nearly at the end....


Seeing the vision walking towards him he felt his palms slid with sweat and his throat seemed to close over while his collar seemed to grow extremely tight. She was even more gorgeous than he remembered and it had only been a week since he had last seen her. She was perfect in every which way possible. Her dress fitted with precision of a tailor and her smooth hair just screamed to be stroked. At that moment he desired her more than he had ever, past or present and definitely more than any other woman. Yes he felt lust for her, what man couldn’t but this went far beyond sexual lust and went into the desires and longings of his heart and soul.

He desired her mind. The wonderful way it ticked, her intelligence and wit. Her quirky comebacks and the way she looked on in life. He desired her eyes, the way that sparkled and shone. The way they held compassion and love for friends and families and even strangers. The way their reflected him and made him feel connected to her. He desired her full soft lips, that he ached to touch and taste but also made him laugh and spoke with such conviction and love. He desired her hands. The way they moved with such fluidity over the keyboard like they were doing some exotic dance that he does not know. He also longed to hold them and caress them, knowing that they held such a powerful touch. He desired her heart and the way it over spilled with love and gentleness. The way it stole his own heart and was holding it captured. The way it was beating with such strength and grace that took his breath away. That humbled him and made him remember that without Tara he was incomplete as a man and as a human. And he desired her spirit that drove her and empowered her to be this amazing and wonderful woman that reaches out and touches the world.




The excitement was bubbling beneath her surface and was mixed in well with the dough of nerves. She did not want to fail. In the past her relationships had failed miserably and the ones that hadn’t was the ones without any spark and she knew with Bobby they would be sparks, forest fires even. She was scared of messing up something that could potentially be wonderful. She was scared of opening up her heart and being vulnerable and then breaking her own heart when she inevitable mucks up. She knew that Bobby would never do anything to hurt her it was not him she was worried about. She desperately wanted this one to work and if she didn’t at least give it a go she would regret it for the rest of her life. She was in love, in love with her best friend. She could now clearly see the dimples and she slowly raised her eyes to find them locking instantly with those off Bobby. She knew it was now or never.

OK i have a complaint. You pick the worse places to leave such great posts!!!!!!

YOU are not going to mess up, Tara!!!

Joy

Okay, I never say this, but where you left that last post, just begs for this......



AND?????

Sorry, you're not feeling well. Hope you get better soon.

Please come back and post some more and SOON! I have a distinct feeling that we are going to have a lovely first kiss in the next post. Well, the first REAL kiss!

ps - Hope you are feeling better!! Remember....lots of fluids!

Feel better, Ails and when you do come back and post their first kiss (swoon)...

here it is the end....


Bobby clumsily handed over the orchid and stuttered, “You look gorgeous!” Tara blushed shyly as she accepted the flowering marvel.

“Thanks and you don’t look too bad yourself.” She replied with a smile that made Bobby swell up inside. She smelled the sweet exotic scent and dared to lock eyes again with this towering piece of hunk before her. She held the plant close to her chest as she waited on Bobby to take the initiative.

“Tara” he began as his nervous free hands clasped one another.

“Yes” he said softly and Bobby couldn’t help but think it sounded just like an angel was talking to him. Finding strength he smiled and rubbed his sweaty palms against the side of his trousers.

“ Tara it is time to be honest. I can’t lie anymore and I don’t want to. In fact I want to shout from the rooftops and dance down the streets.” His face was bright and shining with passion and conviction.

Tara automatically took a step back. The insane Bobby was something new to her, not scary just new. She loved seeing his whole face shine so brightly. She so wanted to reach up and touch his rough chin.

“Tara in all my years of being a man I thought I knew love. I could have sworn on the Bible that I knew it, that I had experienced it. But here I am standing before you…. realising with all that I am….., just exactly what love is……. To me…. you are love.”

Tara could feel the familiar sting of tears as her hands shook. Bobby steadily took the plant from her hands and placed it down on the ledge beside him and took her hands in his large ones. Allowing the pads of his thumbs to work on the back of her hands he could feel her shiver beneath his touch and he wondered if it was out of fear or excitement. Looking deep into those perfect eyes he uttered the ageless words.

“Tara, I Love you.” his voice shook with emotion as those words were finally spoken out loud.

Tara heard the words with her ears and her heart as the tears started to cascade down. With a voice thick with ripe emotion she gave an answer.

“You mean it?”

“Yes, this heart within me” he said placing his hand that still held hers up against his chest where she could feel the racing heart. “Belongs to you. You are the one who makes it race. It beats for you and only you.”

Hearing those words, more tears rolled down her cheeks.

“I love you,” she said sniffling. “I truly love you.”

It was Bobby time for the tears. As one slipped down Tara gave in to her urges and reached up and wiped it away gently with the tips of her fingers. Bobby caught her hand and brought those same fingers to his mouth and gently teased them between his teeth and tongue. Tara found herself holding her breath as she watched Bobby smooth actions on her innocent hand. Swallowing deeply she withdrew her hand from his grasp to his surprise. She wrapped the same hand around his neck and pulled him down as she went up on her tiptoes. His arm snaked around her waist and levelled her up to his chest and held her there. She could feel his heart once again frantically beating against her own bosom. His lips crushed against hers and all at once the world melted away. Her mouth opened slightly and he took advantage and sought deeper refuge. As tongues introduced themselves their hearts went into a joined rhythm. There became as one, connected in every way possible; in heart, in mind, in soul and in spirit. They were together now and no one could ever part them.

A new life was just beginning for them as the sun slipped to bed for another day.

FIN

Bowing in front such a poetic writing and wonderful story. Like I told you a few minutes before I just love the say you write. Such powerful images and such poetics expressions.

It was just prefect!

Helene

Marvelous Ails!! That was so beautifully written and I just love the way we got both Bobby and Tara's thoughts and then the poetic declaration of love at the end...

*says in a very dazed vioce, swaying slightly on chair* What she said.

Wow ickleails!!! That was so aaahhhhh!!!!



Jenny

Ails, that was just wonderful, as always!!!

Thanks for sharing with us!!!

Joy

You do angst perfectly and scenes like this its amazing hun. Great job, loved it

Wow!

Wow. Fantastic! Superb! Wonderful! Loved it! Great job.

I'm like a week late for the ending but I guess it's better then missing it completely. It was a beautiful post, I loved the part about Bobby's heart beating for her... wonderful!

Much better to tell her in person, Bobby!!!

For a little while, I thought you would get Myles to write the letter for Bobby, and that thought scared me a lot

I'm trying to play catch up on my reading. Sorry I missed this one until now.
Wonderful writing! Great job!
Thanks so much for sharing!