Time for Love
Jagerjaques:
Oh!! Awesome installment! Thanks, Mandie!
Mandie:
The world was slowly coming back into focus. Anne blinked several times to clear her vision. Oh, what a dream! Groaning softly, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. Well, she wasn’t in her apartment, and she wasn’t in a hospital. Whoever’s house this was had excellent taste in furniture. The room she was in was filled with beautiful Victorian pieces and other antiques. Everything looked so well taken care of, in fact most of it looked almost new. Looking around, she didn’t see anyone else, so she took a moment to think about her dream. As odd and frightening as it had been, she was almost sorry it was over. Anne wondered if she was ever going to see the man in her dreams again.
Maybe she would never dream about him again, but he walked through the door moments later, large and live. “Oh, no, no, no!” Anne moaned, “Why couldn’t you stay in my dreams where you belong?” If his being here meant that it was all real, it also meant she really had traveled back on time more than one hundred and fifty years! How on earth would she survive in this time, and what was more important, how could she ever get home?
Jeremy smiled slightly. So she dreamed about him did she? Maybe he was affecting her in the same way she was affecting him. As long as she had been in his presence, he had been in a constant state of desire. One part of him wanted to keep her close, closer in fact. The other wanted her out of his life as quickly as possible. He absently wondered which side would be the winner in the end. Which side did he want to win? He had no answers, only more questions. Even with the worry about her mind, he still found her utterly desirable. Ah, well, first things first. Get her dressed before you find yourself tearing that flimsy gown off of her, man. “Are you feeling any better?” He conveniently ignored the soft moan that erupted from his visitor. “If you’ll permit me, I’ll take you to a room where you can dress. Then we can discuss your situation.” Maybe that would give him the time to harden his heart rather than his body.
If she couldn’t find her niche in this time, she would end up in some ancient mental ward. The last thing that she wanted was to become the property of some Victorian leech. Following her host up a flight of stairs, she tried to come up with a believable explanation for her manner of speech and dress. What a trip this was turning out to be! A trip? Suddenly the light came on in her brain. The gypsy! Somehow, the old woman’s prophecy had come to be. Did that mean she was stuck here forever? Anne wasn’t sure, but somehow she had to stay here, next to the place where she had arrived. She would not be leaving anytime soon. Her eyes slid over to her reluctant host. Well, what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
The room that he led her to was just gorgeous. The massive bed took up half of the room. The large thick posts held curtains that obviously closed when sleeping on it. The fabrics were all so luxurious! He pointed toward the large armoire in the corner and muttered something at her as he bowed his head and left. Anne tiptoed over to the wardrobe, and flung the door open. Any doubt that she had about the time traveling evaporated as she gazed at the period clothing hanging in front of her. It was the final straw, and the dam finally burst. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Kirby women did not cry. However, her mother would probably understand in this situation. She broke down and started to sob in earnest.
Jeremy stood outside of the door for a moment. He had never felt this way about a woman before. As someone who considered himself quite the expert on ladies, it was disorienting to say the least. A muffled sob came through the door. He started, and like any man worth his salt, disappeared down the stairs.
Once the tears started, they would not stop. All the feeling she had bottled up over the last few months just poured out through the tears. When the heart-wrenching sobs had finally dissipated into hiccuping sniffles, Anne collapsed onto her knees in utter exhaustion. What she wouldn’t give to crawl up onto that bed, curl up into a ball, and sleep for a week. A tiny voice invaded her consciousness. “Is she an angel?” The speaker seemed in awe.
“No. Angels live in heaven with Momma and Poppa.” An older voice contradicted the younger. “This is just a lady crying in Momma’s room.”
“Maybe she’s sad because Momma and Poppa are in heaven without her.” Anne could almost hear the pout. She raised her red-rimmed eyes and gave a watery smile to the two girls she found staring back at her.
“I’m Anne. I’m not an angel, just sad. I lost my mother recently too.”
“You lost her? Don’t you know where to find her?” The young redheaded girl looked behind the door as if Anne’s mother was hiding there.
“Don’t be dumb, Sam. Her momma is dead, same as ours.” Turning to Anne, she introduced the two of them. “This is Samantha. She is five, and likes to be called Sam instead. I’m Rebecca, and I’m twelve. What are you doing in here? This is . . . was my Momma’s room.”
“Um, your . . . Jeremy said that I could borrow some of your momma’s clothes. I’ve lost mine somehow. Do you think that your momma would mind?” Anne could remember the horrible feelings she had when strangers were going through her mother’s things, and wondered if the girls would give their consent. No matter what His High and Mightiness said, she would not take a single article without it.
“Momma always gave things to people who needed them more.” Sam looked in askance at her sister.
“Sam’s right,” Rebecca agreed, “Momma doesn’t need them anymore, and you do. Just be careful with them.” With that, Rebecca took Sam’s hand and left the room.
Jagerjaques:
AWWWWW! I hope I'm not the only one who wants to see what's going to happen! Beautiful, as always.
Melanie:
Nice Mandie! I love these kinds of threads, makes the sims come to life, like a soap opera! Keep em comin!
-Melanie
Melissa:
These are better then the actual Soaps I watch, so thanks for the Actual Entertainment Mandie. :)
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