I don't think this kiss is going to end like the last time on her front porch.

Can't say more!

Tere

I actually think the the kiss he would give her tomorrow morning would be a good night kiss...

Lindsy

Hmm much better then that least time

Two devine posts...and a bonus with Bobby doing housework b/c he wanted to and Tara feeling accepted by his mum and pop. Now, the only thing wrong with this post? I didn't read it last so I can go off to bed with that last WOW kiss on my mind!

Guess I'll just have to come back and read this post again before heading off to bed later.

Lynn

What a kiss!!!

I don't think she'll compare this one with the last one again...

I think Tara would likely categorize that kiss in the toe-curling department!

kav

I can see why Tara might panic, not wanting to go down the same road again, but Bobby obviously doesn't want to go that way again either!! That was definitely a toe-curling kiss!!!

Joy

Oh... I've been entirely re-miss in answering a question a while ago... which was what is a pashmina.... ? A pashmina is a wide scarf... usually cashmere... brightly colored, sometimes fringed and can be work as a muffler, shawl or around your waist as a bright spot of color. Often they are worn as a wrap to go over that little black dress when you go to watch your local ballet perform the Nutcracker during the holiday season. Anyway! Nordstrom usually always listed them as pashmina's on their website - when I used to work at the catalog and would help people shop for things online... but now they just call them scarves! I was at the mall this morning though and one of the kiosks was selling them as a pashmina!
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“Do you want to stay?” Tara blurted suddenly.

Bobby raised an eyebrow at her.

They’d shared their kiss and then had moved to settle on the couch, enjoying the fire that she turned on in the gas fireplace as he held her securely in his arms, brushing her hair back from her face as they talked about seemingly everything.

And yet at times, merely shifting slightly because they felt the need to share a kiss before Tara shifted again to settle back into his arms as they talked some more.

“I mean… er… would you like to spend the night?” Tara asked softly.

Bobby sighed softly. “I would love to stay, Tara luv… but there are two ways this could go at home with my Mum.” He said.

“Two ways?” She asked.

Bobby nodded. “One is that when I show up in the morning, she would hit me soundly and accuse me of being a cad for staying over tonight.” He explained. “The other one is that when I show up tonight, she hits me soundly and berates me for not staying over.”

Tara laughed. “And what would Pops think?”

Bobby chuckled. “Pops would make sure either way that I’m not playing around and toying with your emotions and your feelings.”

Tara smiled. “I love your Pops.” She said softly. “But not as much as I think I’m falling in love with you.” She looked up into his eyes.

Bobby’s eyes softened. “Are you serious…?” He asked her, his throat suddenly dry. He licked his lips for a moment, his eyes never leaving hers.

She nodded slowly. “I think I’ve been falling in love with you since the concert.” She admitted. “You threw me for such a loop when you said what you did…” She shook her head.

He placed a finger on her lips. “I should have never said that.” He told her before kissing her softly. “I was scared that day… I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about you… thinking how right everything had seemed when I kissed you…”

“We’re idiots.” Tara rolled her eyes.

“Brilliant but idiots.” Bobby teased.

“No more, right?” Tara asked. “This isn’t changing?” She asked.

“No… I’m not going anywhere if that’s what you mean.” Bobby said. “As long as you’re willing to keep me around.”

“Then I’d really… really… like you to stay, Bobby.” Tara said. “And if your mum has a problem with it in the morning then I’ll talk to her and take responsibility for keeping her son out overnight.”

Bobby smiled. “I think we can handle that.” He said. “I’ll just call and let them know that they don’t need to wait up for me…”

“Sounds like a great idea.” Tara agreed. “I’ll go make something hot for us to drink while we sit here by the fire.” He brushed his lips softly against hers before letting go of her so that she could go to the kitchen while he made the call to his Mum.

They're together - that's all that matters!


By the way, they called them pashminas on an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond too.

Hmmm, now that is a phone call I would like to hear.

Bobby: Mum don't wait up . . .

Mum: Why bobby are you going to be late . . .

Bobby: I wont be home tonight

Mum: Oh . . .

Bobby: Yeah ahh Tara and I are going to reorganize her cds and movies all night . . . .

Mum: Oh really . . . well that's extremely important to do . . . perhaps i should come over and help you reorganize her cds and movies . . . .

Bobby: Ah mum its ok, we got it under control . .

Mum" Well if your sure Bobby . .

Bobby: I'm sure mum . . . night

Mum: Bobby?

BObby: Yes mum

Mum: I wasn't born yesterday . . . see you in the morning

One could even say they are idiotically brilliant together. Love your Bobby/Mom dialogue, Treenie. So when are we getting the next post,mione?????

kav

Oh Treenie! That was brilliant! Of course his Mum would be as sharp as a tack and know the real meaning behind his words. That's what mums are for anyway, right? :wink:

And Bobby, if this night turns out to be one of the greatest nights of your life, you already know that your mum loves Tara, so you'll have no choice but to make her a member of the family. Right Mione?

Lindsy

Beautiful!!

Tere

Well... seeing as several inches of snow fell here in Seattle last night... And that is on top of the several inches that had already fallen this week.... How about right now? Before I have to go find a couple of or a so that I can go to work tomorrow?
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Bobby drummed his fingers on the arm of the couch as the phone rang.

“Hello?”

He smiled, she sounded so hesitant to answer his home phone. “Hi Mum.”

“Oh Bobby luv… how lovely of you to call.” Louise glanced at the clock. He’d been gone for almost two hours when he was just supposed to be taking Tara home. “And how is Tara luv?”

“Ah… she’s fine.” Bobby said, feeling his ears turn red. “I ah… well, just wanted to ah… tell you that you don’t have to wait up on me.”

“Oh, Pete and I are fine, luv… we’ll just sit here and enjoy a cup of coffee while we wait for you to come home.” She caught the amused look on Pete’s face when she said that… seeing as they were both already dressed for bed and had been planning on locking the door and heading that way when the phone had rang.

“No mum.” Bobby sighed. “I meant that you don’t have to wait up because I’m going to stay over here…” He trailed off, his brow furrowing slightly as he tried to think of a reason. Helping Tara organize her cd’s and dvd’s wouldn’t fly really that well because his own were a jumbled mess and Mum would never buy it.

“Oh you are…?”

“Yeah, uh well she asked me to help her wrap presents.”

“Oh, I’d be happy to come over and help luv.”

“and make cookies.”

“I make the best sugar cookies and you know it.”

“No mum…” Bobby felt like he was in junior high again… begging to be allowed to do something. “It’s… quite all right, her kitchen’s rather small and there wouldn’t be much room.” He said, grasping at straws.

Louise had to clamp her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Or at least from asking if she could expect a grandchild for a Christmas present next year. She handed the phone to Pops, shaking her head at him before she left the room. Pete could hear her laughter floating down the stairs from where she was laughing in the guest room upstairs.

“So you’re staying over?”

“Uh, yes sir.” Bobby nodded, unconsciously straightening his shoulders as he sat on Tara’s couch.

“And you’re not toying with the girl’s emotions or feelings, right?”

“No sir.” Bobby shook his head. “She asked me to stay. Said she really really wants me to stay.” He hastened to reassure him.

“All right Son.” Bobby could hear the approval in his voice. “You make sure to treat that girl right and why don’t you bring her back over here for breakfast in the morning.”

“Yes sir.” Bobby agreed, glancing up when Tara came back into the living room with hot drinks. “I will.”

They said their good nights and Bobby hung up the phone, taking the mugs from Tara allowing her to settle in against him again before he handed her one. “Good conversation?” Tara asked, a hint of amusement in her voice. She’d heard every word of his side of the conversation.

Bobby chuckled. “Yeah… good conversation and we’re going to my place for breakfast in the morning.”

“Then I guess we’d better get a batch of Christmas cookies mixed up before bed so that we can bake them in the morning.” Tara said innocently, batting her eyelashes at him… letting him know that she’d heard every word. Bobby rolled his eyes at her, laughing finally before taking a sip of his drink.

Hmm, I like the sir parts, i can see the respect bobby has for his pop

Very cute post!! So they have plans to do some cooking . . . er, I mean baking . . . in the kitchen?

Me too. It shows how good Pop was for him while growing up.


That would be a wonderful Christmas present for her I'm sure.

Now for a little fun in the kitchen, right? And I'm not talking about baking the cookies.

Lindsy

Lovely Mione!!


Tere

I thinks it's cute that Bobby felt he had to find excuses for his Mum but was upfront with his pops! And Tara heard it all. Hopefully you are snowed in today...

kav

So what kind of cookies will they be making????

That was priceless!!!!

Lauren

Bobby collapsed tiredly on Tara's bed, dressed only in boxers.

Tara raised an eyebrow at him. "So are you admitting defeat?" She asked, a gleam of mischief in her eyes.

"What? Never." He shook his head.

"Then you shouldn't look so tired." She commented.

"Tara luv... I had no idea you intended on holding me to every word that I said to my mother." Bobby protested.

Tara chuckled. "Well, I couldn't have you starting off our relationship by lying too her, Bobby luv." She teased, leaning over to brush a soft kiss to his lips. "And I did need to wrap presents and make cookies."

Bobby finally smiled and glanced at the clock. "Well... lucky you... we've actually got enough time to get about six hours of sleep." He said dryly. "If you would have just let the last batch of dough chill...." He yawned.

Their only source of energy had come from copious amounts of hot chocolate and the cookies he insisted on taste testing every time a new pan came out of the oven.

Which of course meant making sure the ones already cooling had cooled enough to be put away in tins.

In spite of Tara's protests that one could certainly tell by a gentle touch that the cookies were cool... Bobby had shook his head at her and taken a bite out of one, teasing her by holding the other half of it up out of her reach until every time... she had to kiss him in order to get him to re-focus his attention on the cookies and let her have the other half.

"It's easier to roll out if it's chilled in the freezer." Tara said stubbornly. She of course had many years of testing the theory under her belt and didn't appreciate the slacker way of cookie baking that Bobby had proposed.

The other meaning behind her method was of course that she was very... VERY ... attracted to him but once the Christmas presents - except his of course- had been wrapped... she began to get nervous about the possibility of sleeping with him.

What if she was not as good in bed as Darcy?

What if the other men she'd been intimate with had lied to her and she really wasn't the best that they had ever been with....?

Tara had almost snorted out loud at the thought that Stanley would have lied... she was pretty certain that she was his pedestal gal for all others to live up to. Her cheeks turned pink at the thought, causing Bobby to look at her funny and making her very glad that she hadn't snorted.

What if... her cheeks really had blushed a furious pink at this thought... making her especially glad that she was in the bathroom taking a much needed break from hot chocolate... as she stared wide eyed at her reflection and actually murmured the thought in shock. What if... what they all say about hand size and shoe size is ... oh...! OH goodness... what if it's true? She 'bout thought her eyes were going to pop out of their sockets.

She of course, had done some discreet checking of his shoe size and such throughout the evening and was feeling rather petite and was horribly embarassed with the sudden thought that maybe they wouldn't fit together well... in a .. erm... well... Biblical sense of the word.

So... upon the conclusion of the impromptu powdered sugar fight in her kitchen... she seized advantage to make the evening not about the possibility of making love.

She showered thoroughly and made sure that her hair was not going to dry into a sticky glaze of sorts after it's liberal dusting with the powdered sugar, and dressed appropriately, clothed head to toe in her newest flannel pajamas - that invited anyone who saw her, to meet her under the mistletoe.

Bobby had been amused when he saw her choice of sleepwear and would have admitted in a heartbeat that he was starting to feel a little nervous about the conclusion of the evening - particularly when he envisioned that he was not as brilliant as her other lovers in bed... which would have near killed him if he wasn't as memorable to her as Stan the man. But she never asked nor said anything further and he took her choice to mean that they should take things slower and he accepted her offer of a shower and was now flopped comfortably on her bed - post shower.

"I suppose... well, that we really should get some sleep." Tara said softly.

"Yeah... you're probably right." Bobby said, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ears before pulling her closer as she reached and tugged the quilt up over them. "Good night, Tara."

"Good night Bobby." She replied, reaching up to caress his cheek gently, feeling the stubble under her fingers due to the fact that he hadn't shaved since that morning and angled her head up to kiss him.

He kissed her back and then tucked her close to him, brushing a kiss across the tousled hair on the top of her head before they fell asleep.

So romantic!!

You know 6 hours seems a bit much, they could always get up say in 5 hours

So sweet and so romantic. The fact that they are both so nervous about their first night together will make it even more special when they're ready to embark on that journey.

Lindsy

Or maybe they could change breakfast to brunch...or lunch...or possibly dinner...or breakfast the next day...in a week? I'm sure that can sort it out.

kav

Can't wait for the next update!

Tara sighed softly and ran her hands over the smooth, hard muscled chest in front of her. “Mmmm…” she murmured. “Oh how I love you.” She murmured before she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately.

Bobby’s hands tangled in her hair as he kissed her back, holding her as close as he possibly could before running his hands down her curves, gripping her rear tightly and pulling her flush against him, kneading her rump like it was bread dough as they kissed.

Tara moaned softly in the back of her throat, her desire rising as she felt a very obvious reaction to her closeness and she smiled before nibbling on his ear lobe and whispering to him that she just wanted to make love to him and all would be right in their world in the morning.

He had just taken her to his bed… explored her body while undressing her with lips and fingers that were the most gentle caresses that she’d ever experienced… when a ringing sounded and she made an impatient huff at the interruption.

Bobby growled in her ear before pulling away and she felt a keen sense of lack of warmth …. Before her eyes popped open and she stared at him…. Realizing that the ringing really was his phone…

And that he really was in her bed.

And her dream had been partly reality as he had her wrapped so tightly in his arms that she could feel every well developed hard edged muscle as he gripped her rear and held her flush against him.

Which meant she could feel something else as well and she pushed gently on his chest to wake him. “Bobby…” She murmured.

“Yes Tara, you gorgeous angel… shh, luv… be quiet and I shall take you to heights you’ve never dared to imagine exist…” Bobby mumbled as he tightened his grip on her and she raised an eyebrow at him before noticing his eyes tightly closed.

“Bobby!” She said. “Wake up… your phone’s ringing.” She glanced at the clock. “You’re dreaming Manning!” She said loudly, pushing against his chest again.

Bobby’s eyes popped open and he flushed red. His dream had been very vivid and his body was reacting to the reality of holding her in his arms just as he’d been dreaming. “What?”

“Your phone.” Tara said, pointing to the nightstand. “We’ve over slept, it’s probably your mum.”

It was only when he looked down between them that her gaze was also drawn down and she became even more aware of the fact that he had actually slipped his hands inside her pajama bottoms and was cupping her rear as he held her close. Tara’s cheeks turned very pink and he turned redder as he extracted his hands from her body and picked up his phone. “Manning…”

Hee hee . . . can you sound innocent on the phone there bobby?

Tere

Although I wish Tara's dream hadn't been a dream...

Still, they were both dreaming about the same thing. That makes me happy!

Lindsy

Oy!!!! They were both dreaming?! Sigh...that's almost turtlish enought o rival even Jack!

kav

P8-109 – Yea for Tara for admitting her feelings.

P8-115 –
I love Bobby’s mum! Their conversation was priceless! And Pop’s concern for Tara was very touching! I love his parents.

P9-122 – It was so sweet of Bobby to recognize Tara’s insecurity.

P9-128 – Oh my, it wasn’t bad enough you gave us a couple of teasing dreams, Mione….You had to slip in the dreaded interruption too! Now, did Bobby say his name with a frog in his throat?

Hope you had a very Merry Christmas, Mione!

Lynn

Mione, I just caught up and you have me chuckling, and sighing!! Cute conversation between Bobby and his parents!! I can see their nervousness about their first time together, although I would think that the sugar fight might have helped to dispel some of that!!!

How cute that they both woke up from almost the same dream!! There's promise in the air!!!

Joy

Hours later…. After a lovely brunch and story telling time with his parents, Tara found herself back in her house again, joined by Bobby. She’d had the forethought while at brunch to invite them all over on Christmas eve and with Bobby’s help, had managed to issue an invitation to the entire team.

They had all accepted so she was now looking around her house, one hand absently twirling a lock of hair. “I only have three days to clean and organize.” She blurted, looking at him anxiously.

Bobby smiled. “You’re already organized.” He pointed out, reaching to straighten the afghan on the couch.

“But I have no tree up.” She exclaimed panicked. “I have a fake one but ….” Her words were silenced by his lips as they crashed down on hers and Tara moaned softly as she opened her mouth to his plundering tongue… wrapping her arms around his neck.

“No worries luv.” He murmured, resting his forehead against hers as he held her close. “Fake will do just fine.” He said, trailing a finger gently down her cheek. “And if you really want or need help getting decorated and in order… say the word and Mum an Pops will be here in one hop of a kangaroo’s tail to decorate for you if you left all the decorations out for them.”

Tara sighed softly. “You mean like something for them to do tomorrow while we’re at work?” She asked, her eyes meeting his hopefully.

Bobby nodded. “They’d be delighted to chip in.” He tightened his grip around her waist and held her close.

“Sounds good.” Tara finally said, smiling at him. “As long as you’re sure they wouldn’t mind.”

He smiled back. “No problem.” He said confidently. “Now… I seem to remember a dream that we were both having earlier…”

Tara’s cheeks pinked. They’d discussed the positioning they’d found themselves in that morning on the way over to his place.

“Would you care to see what we can do about making those particular dreams come true?”

“Sounds even better.” Tara murmured, pulling his head down to kiss him deeply, giggling softly when he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, laying her gently down on the bed… his green eyes turning serious as he studied her. Tara’s eyes met his and she understood his slight hesitation. She opened her arms to him, inviting him to join her on the bed. She smiled and let him pull her closely to him as he did so and kissed him as their hands began to work on each other’s clothing.

hee hee, here she is complaining that she has soooo much to do before they come and yet off doing something else, lol

Perfect!!!

Joy

Tere

Man-- you like torturing us, don't you????? but I'm addicted to each tantalizing post.

kav

Bobby's quite good at distracting her....

Lindsy

Bobby pulled Tara close. “Hmm…I seem to have forgotten anything to sleep in.” He murmured in her ear.

Tara laughed. “Hmmm.. I seem to have forgotten how to feel my legs so won’t be getting up anytime soon to put something on.” She teased, running one hand down his chest. “Guess we’ll just have to cuddle up extra close to stay warm.”

“I think that can be arranged.” He stated as she settled in against him. She sighed softly and pressed a gentle kiss to his chest.

“I think I’m half worried that this entire weekend has been a dream and that I’ll wake up Christmas Morning to find you weren’t at all actually here.” Tara said softly.

“Then I’m having the same nightmare if it’s not true.” He said, raising her chin up a notch to look at her. “I told you yesterday…”

She nodded. “I know… It’s just a feeling…” She shrugged. “So… you said your parents are quite willing to be decorating elves tomorrow?”

He chuckled. “Yes… they’re quite bored around my place so if we get everything down in the morning, I swear by the time you get home from work, you’ll be amazed that you had so many Christmas decorations.”

“Then by all means, I’d love their help.”

“I’ll call tomorrow.” Bobby promised before kissing the tip of her nose teasingly, drawing a protest that he was kissing too high before he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her deeply before they fell asleep.

I'm a puddle

HAPPY NEW YEAR MIONE!!
Tere

HEE HEE free range on Tara's place.

Hope they aren't the snooping kind P

Le sigh...

Lindsy

I hope they are the mistletoe kind!

kav

The next few days went quickly… Tara was delighted at the decorating job that Bobby’s parents had done on her place, not caring at all that they managed to find a place for everything… right down to the small sprigs of mistletoe that graced every doorway.

She was further delighted when his mum offered to show her how to make lamingtons… a very traditional part of Australian Christmas tables. And one of Bobby’s favorites. Bobby and pops went out to complete some last minute shopping while the ladies made them and Tara couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped when she was able to take a bite of one for the first time. The next day of course because they were easier to coat and cover with coconut the next day. Which just made the flavors meld so well and the coconut popped in her mouth. She wasted no time in telling his mum just how perfect they were.

“Well thank you Tara luv.” Louise said. She’d loved the time she had been spending with her. She just knew that this Tara was the one that had truly captured Bobby’s heart and she could only hope that things were of the permanent nature that she suspected both of them craved. “So tonight is the big night?”

Tara nodded. “Yes… everyone’s coming over tonight. I’m glad I was able to have today off.” She said, reaching into the cupboard to get down the Christmas dishes. “I am so grateful that you’re helping me to cook and get everything ready for tonight.” She said.

“It’s my pleasure.” Louise said. “Tara… I hope I’m not being too forward, so please excuse the musings of an old woman but I really have enjoyed this part of our visit… getting to know you… helping you.” she said softly. ‘You make my Bobby very happy and I am forever grateful for that.”

Tara blushed slightly. “He makes me very happy too.” She said softly, looking at the other woman for a moment. “thank you so much for raising him the way you did. He is by far the most considerate man I’ve ever met… even if our relationship got off to a bit of a rocky start because of those considerations.” She smiled. Louise smiled back, nodding slightly. Bobby had filled her in on the mess he’d made of things earlier. “It’s been lovely getting to know you … and I definitely appreciate all that the two of you have done to turn my place into a winter wonderland.” She smiled as they both laughed softly.

“Well tonight is sure to be lovely with everyone around.” Louise assured her.

“I hope so.” Tara said, starting to get a few glasses down for the wine that would be sure to be arriving with Myles. “Goodness… we have a lot to do.” She said, catching sight of the clock above the stove. Louise agreed with that too and the two of them settled into a comfortable afternoon of working together in the kitchen.

Hmm a great bonding time with her future mother in law hee hee. Now that thigns are done, go and get ready Tara . . . wow your bobby

Beautiful conversation between Louise and Tara!


Tere

Sounds to me like Louise is looking forward to welcoming Tara into the family by calling her daughter-in-law.

Lindsy

Lamingtons! Thats the only cake worthy of swooning over...or one of them anyway. I think it was learningtosign who introduced them to me in another fanfic (see how culturally educational fanfic reading can be? ) Anyway, it just so happened that not too far away (but thankfully far enough that visiting it can't become a daily occurance!) there's a little homestyle bakery run by an Australian baker. And oh my goodness what a hunk that man is...Tall and muscularly lean and very, very handsome -- do you think that's an Australian thing? -- anyway I digress. I didn't know about him until my third visit or so. Lo and behold, there was this little unassuming pile of lamingtons behind the counter. I think I would have passed them by if learningtosign hadn'g put them in her story. So, I bought one and fell in love (with the cake -- remember I hadn't met the Aussie yet). Lamingtons are indescribably delicious.

Oh...oops, sorry got carried away. But Tara so I just wanted you to know that I understand...in fact that taste was likely nearly as satisfying as kissing Bobby.

kav