Here it is--a very long last post...
Thanks for reading and all the great replies, they're always appreciated!
I hope this Christmas gift will please you all... :christmas tree:
Red are Rascal Flatts' song lyrics 'These Days'.
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As the knock on the door resounded in his apartment, Bobby’s heart started to beat faster, apprehending their meeting. The one that could—and hopefully would—change their lives forever.
Opening the door with a timid smile on his lips, he greeted her. “Hi Tara... come in,” he said letting her the space he knew she would need, avoiding contact for the time been. He didn’t want to rushed things.
“Hi...” she managed to murmur.
He ushered her to the living room after he helped her out of her coat. They took place each on one end of the couch, needing the closeness, though frighten by how it could be interpreted by the other. And awkward silence set up between them, giving them time to steal glances and think of what needed to be said.
Deciding that at such times she must relays on spontaneity more than on how her mind could put the words together, Tara jumped both feet in her confession. When he saw her opened mouth, Bobby tensed a bit, hoping that opposite of the first time, she would follow her heart instead of her mind.
“Bobby, I made a lot of thinking in the last few hours. Our... unexpected morning meeting,” she chuckled nervously, “...made me realize... all the things I missed since I left... and how much unhappy I truly am... since I’m far from you...”
Could it be... he swallowed the knot that had form in his throat. Not daring to interrupt her line of thought, afraid that if he does, she wouldn’t go to the end of it. He stayed silent, only reaching for one of her hand, squeezing it lightly to encourage her to continue.
The little wink that crossed her lips was unbelievably cute, filling her gaze with a renewed tenderness. “I need you, Bobby Manning... just as much as I need to breathe... My heart had stopped beating and this morning when he saw you... he found his normal pace again...” Locking her pools with his, she added, “Well, maybe not his normal pace since he’d reached about 100 miles an hour, but... you brought back life in it,” she ended sincerity written all over her face.
There were no subsided gap between them ; somehow it had been closed. By whom, they didn’t really knew nor didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was that they both had shared the real feelings that were hidden in their hearts for too long. Only one question remained on Tara’s lips and she asked it as if the way her life would go on depended on it, and in a certain way, it did...
“Robert Manning, would you do me the honour to accept my hand in marriage and filled my life with your love for the rest of it?”
For one of the rare time in his life, Bobby was at a loss of words, barely able to believe what she’d just asked. He knew the response he wanted to give, but his voice couldn’t let it out. So his only other solution was to... to bring his lips over hers and
show her his answer.
Instantly passion filled all the blanks of incertitude in their minds, knowing that whatever would come in their way in the future would be something they could overcome... together...
Featherly brushing his lips over hers wasn’t enough anymore ; they needed to feel and comb this craving they felt. Teasing her lower lip with his tongue, she gave him access, hers meeting his somewhere for a passionate dance, rhythmically tangling, equally taking and giving. When breathing had become a necessity, they had no choice but to pull apart.
Their foreheads laid on one another as their eyes battled to decide if they would stay close or open, afraid that if they did open, this moment would showed to be just a dream. Risking a glimpse at his love, Bobby saw that she’d done the same.
“Should I take this as a yes?” She whispered, praying with all the fibbers of her heart that it would be.
“It’s yes in whatever language you want it to be...” he confirmed before losing themselves in another long lasting kiss.
They knew that time had lead some scarves on both of their hearts, but the love they shared was stronger and will lead them to grieving. This year Christmas wouldn’t be as dark and sad as the previous one... and neither will be any other one to come...
I wake up in teardrops that fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and thenEND
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