The Life of Reba McEntire Blackstock

Part 8

Reba's P.O.V.

Narvel carried me up the stairs and set me on the bed. He then wanders into my side of the closet and soon emerges with a few of my blouses in his hands. In a cheesy Italian accent, He declares, "Ciao! Mia name is Narv-el. Ia am your new fashion designer." I am laughing uncontrollably at this point, but he continues on with his act. He waltzes over to me, and fits a blue blouse over my front side. "Oh, no Mommy! Thata will never do!" He then retreats back into the closet to find another blouse for him to fit me for. I cannot believe that he is doing this. It is so unlike him to put on a show, that's my job! He exits the closet once again with a dark purple glittery sweater this time. He brings the sweater up to my torso and whistles, "Thata is perfecta!" He plants a nice, tender kiss on my lips, then strips me of my offending t-shirt. He acts very surprised that I didn't have a bra on, then retrieves a sexy, red and black lace push up bra and panty set from the closet. He takes his time attaching the bra in the back, drinking in the sight in front of him. Narvel slips the sweater over my head and begins pulling it down. He does make sure to run his hands over my now bra-clad breasts. I gasp as he does, then I grab his face and press my lips harshly against his. I run my tongue along his chapped lower lip and he immediately grants me my wish. My tongue delves into his mouth, but he counteracts, battling my tongue for space. We come up from air, both wanting much more than a kiss, but I whisper "later". He grins and recites his favorite Barbara Jean quote, "You are so wise, oh Reba-Won-Kanobi!" I burst out laughing just as I had when Melissa said it the first time. He grabs my favorite pair of dark-washed skinny jeans and slowly slips them over my ankles. He also takes my only pair sandals from my closet and attaches them to my feet. "Now, Narv-el," I say in my best attempt at an Italian accent, "I get to pick out what you will wear!" I pick a red, blue and green plaid shirt with a pair of blue jeans. I also choose his favorite pair of boots, slightly jealous that he can wear boots while I can't. He is so observant, because he noticed my slight change in emotion and rushed to my side to comfort me. After he lifted my spirits, one of his most used talents. He entered the bathroom and emerged with a hair tie, brush and my favorite baseball cap. He crawled behind me and started gently brushing my knotted hair. He then pulled my hair up into a tight ponytail and placed my hat on my head. I laughed as he came around me, then he carried me downstairs once again.

Narvel's P.O.V.

I carried Reba upstairs to our bedroom and set her on our bed. I entered her side of the closet, and decide to put on a little show for Reebs. I picked out a beautiful sheer blue blouse and swaggered out of the closet. In my best imitation of an Italian I cried, ""Ciao! Mia name is Narv-el. Ia am your new fashion designer!" Red is laughing so hard that she is almost crying. I placed the blouse up against her frontside, but was not completely pleased. "Oh, no Mommy! Thata will never do!" I retreat back to the closet to scout out my next option. I decide on a plum sweater with glitter spread throughout then headed back out to my gorgeous redhead. I fit her once again, this time satisfied with the outcome of this sweater. I whistle and yell, "Thata is perfecta!" I slowly start stripping Reba of her nightshirt, forgetting that she didn't have a bra on. I can't help but stare at her. She still takes my breath away. I finally gain my composure back and rush into the closet to pick out a sexy bra and panty set for her. I choose a beautiful red and black lace set, then continue my mission in dressing her. I crawled around her on the bed so that I was behind her and slipped the bra over her shoulders. I clasped the back, then slipped the sweater over Reba's head. As I pulled the shirt down, I might've accidentally ran my hands over her breasts, because she gasps, then pulls me in close for passionate lip lock. This whole situation turned me on tremendously, and I knew its effect on Reba too. Her eyes were blazing with lust and passion, but she, who has way more willpower than I, whispers, "later." I know just the Barbara Jean line to rebut her statement, "You are so wise Reba-Won-Kanobi!" Reba laugh so hard that she falls backwards onto the bed. I grab her favorite skinny jeans, and slowly raise them over her hurt ankle. I also find her one pair of sandals from the closet and place them on her feet. Red sits back up and says, in faulty imitation of an Italian, "Now, Narv-el, I get to pick out what you will wear!" She suggests a blue, green and red plaid shirt with some worn jeans. I slip into that and she, being considerate and all, chooses my favorite boots as her shoe choice. I can see that makes her sad that I get to wear boots while she doesn't. I sit on the bed next to her to comfort her, and once I lift her spirits I go into the bathroom to obtain a hair tie, brush, and baseball cap. I return to Reba and begin brushing her gorgeous red locks. I pull it up in a ponytail and place her cap on her head. She giggles as I lift her up and take her down the stairs.