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<blockquote data-quote="Justine" data-source="post: 143297" data-attributes="member: 404"><p style="text-align: center">[MEDIA=youtube]lqbDulQtga8[/MEDIA]</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-size: 26px">Baby, It's Cold Outside</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-size: 18px">Season 1 (Pre-Series)</span></strong></p><p></p><p>Pamela squirmed underneath the tender touch of Bobby’s hand to her waist. “Bobby, stop.” Her voice was firm, “I <em>really</em> can’t stay.”</p><p></p><p>Bobby propelled her backward, until she was in his full possession and his lips were seductively positioned behind her ear, “Pamela,” he replied, equally firm but his playfulness doubled. “It’s cold out there. The roads are real icy ‘round here.”</p><p></p><p>“… which is all the more reason for me to leave now,” she bartered, as she freed herself and flashed him a serious look. “It’s been a wonderful weekend, but daddy will be worried if I’m not home before dark.” The unhappy reality that her father’s addled brain more than likely had little care for her whereabouts was not one Bobby wished to alert Pamela to so early in their newfound relationship.</p><p></p><p>“One more drink,” he proposed, and clicked the turntable back into play-mode. “You, me and Mr. Dean Martin. What d’you say?”</p><p></p><p>“The answer is no.” Pamela’s resolve was practically unshakeable, in spite of her favourite Christmas record. “Bobby, turn it down.” She pleaded the order when the volume increased and the seasonal music filled the air. “What if Ray or any one of the ranch hands heard? You’re supposed to be in Austin, remember?” The paranoia overwhelmed her and Pamela peered between the curtains to survey the empty land at the border of Southfork; it was so peaceful, it could have been the ends of the earth. “Besides, I can’t stay. Cliff’s already suspicious about exactly where it is I sneak off to every week.” She frantically searched the heap of bedsheets and clothes, “Where’s my coat?”</p><p></p><p>“You can’t be out in this weather without a coat, now, can you?”</p><p></p><p>Pamela noticed his hands hidden behind his back. Her expression was dead-pan, “Maybe you should just lend me yours, if you’re so worried.”</p><p></p><p>He chuckled heartily, “Then, brother Cliff really would be suspicious.”</p><p></p><p>“That’s not funny, Bobby,” she warned, as she attempted to reach for the coat that he held in the air and out of her reach. “Give me the coat.” She checked the time on her wristwatch; she would already be home later than she promised her aunt.</p><p></p><p>“<em>What</em> coat?” Bobby played dumb and swiftly outsmarted her unsuccessful retrieval of the coat. “You need a coat, Pamela. You’ll catch your death in this weather.” He threw her coat across the cabin and entrapped Pamela into his compact embrace. “Think of my eternal sorrow, if you were to die before I called you Mrs. Bobby -” Pamela interrupted his sentence, when her hand covered his open mouth. Their eyes locked and Bobby’s speech became muffled, “I love you, Pamela, and, one day, I will make you my wife.” Their relationship had been a whirlwind and they hardly knew one another well, yet Bobby had never met anyone he trusted more. Still, Pamela appeared underwhelmed by the momentous promise. Her lips twisted, in silent response, and Bobby reluctantly returned the coat.</p><p></p><p>“Would you really marry me… a <em>Barnes</em>?” Bobby earnestly nodded his head and Pamela kissed him, hard. “Looks to me like there’s a storm on the way in. Maybe I should stay here and ride it out with you.” She barely completed her sentence, before Bobby lifted her into his arms and reeled her back onto the bed with him.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"><img src="http://www.smiley-lol.com/smiley/noel/noel-nouv5.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":06:" title="06 :06:" data-shortname=":06:" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Justine, post: 143297, member: 404"] [CENTER][MEDIA=youtube]lqbDulQtga8[/MEDIA][/CENTER] [CENTER][B][SIZE=7]Baby, It's Cold Outside[/SIZE] [SIZE=5]Season 1 (Pre-Series)[/SIZE][/B][/CENTER] Pamela squirmed underneath the tender touch of Bobby’s hand to her waist. “Bobby, stop.” Her voice was firm, “I [I]really[/I] can’t stay.” Bobby propelled her backward, until she was in his full possession and his lips were seductively positioned behind her ear, “Pamela,” he replied, equally firm but his playfulness doubled. “It’s cold out there. The roads are real icy ‘round here.” “… which is all the more reason for me to leave now,” she bartered, as she freed herself and flashed him a serious look. “It’s been a wonderful weekend, but daddy will be worried if I’m not home before dark.” The unhappy reality that her father’s addled brain more than likely had little care for her whereabouts was not one Bobby wished to alert Pamela to so early in their newfound relationship. “One more drink,” he proposed, and clicked the turntable back into play-mode. “You, me and Mr. Dean Martin. What d’you say?” “The answer is no.” Pamela’s resolve was practically unshakeable, in spite of her favourite Christmas record. “Bobby, turn it down.” She pleaded the order when the volume increased and the seasonal music filled the air. “What if Ray or any one of the ranch hands heard? You’re supposed to be in Austin, remember?” The paranoia overwhelmed her and Pamela peered between the curtains to survey the empty land at the border of Southfork; it was so peaceful, it could have been the ends of the earth. “Besides, I can’t stay. Cliff’s already suspicious about exactly where it is I sneak off to every week.” She frantically searched the heap of bedsheets and clothes, “Where’s my coat?” “You can’t be out in this weather without a coat, now, can you?” Pamela noticed his hands hidden behind his back. Her expression was dead-pan, “Maybe you should just lend me yours, if you’re so worried.” He chuckled heartily, “Then, brother Cliff really would be suspicious.” “That’s not funny, Bobby,” she warned, as she attempted to reach for the coat that he held in the air and out of her reach. “Give me the coat.” She checked the time on her wristwatch; she would already be home later than she promised her aunt. “[I]What[/I] coat?” Bobby played dumb and swiftly outsmarted her unsuccessful retrieval of the coat. “You need a coat, Pamela. You’ll catch your death in this weather.” He threw her coat across the cabin and entrapped Pamela into his compact embrace. “Think of my eternal sorrow, if you were to die before I called you Mrs. Bobby -” Pamela interrupted his sentence, when her hand covered his open mouth. Their eyes locked and Bobby’s speech became muffled, “I love you, Pamela, and, one day, I will make you my wife.” Their relationship had been a whirlwind and they hardly knew one another well, yet Bobby had never met anyone he trusted more. Still, Pamela appeared underwhelmed by the momentous promise. Her lips twisted, in silent response, and Bobby reluctantly returned the coat. “Would you really marry me… a [I]Barnes[/I]?” Bobby earnestly nodded his head and Pamela kissed him, hard. “Looks to me like there’s a storm on the way in. Maybe I should stay here and ride it out with you.” She barely completed her sentence, before Bobby lifted her into his arms and reeled her back onto the bed with him. [CENTER]:06:[/CENTER] [/QUOTE]
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