Fic: By-The-Sea III: Angel Baby (7/9)
Title: By-The-Sea III: Angel Baby (7/9)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Steve/Diana
Genres: Challenge, Romance
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: 1961 was a very good year.
Chapter Summary: A dance at the country club winds up as From Here To Eternity on the beach. ;)
Date Of Completion: August 17, 2008
Date Of Posting: October 13, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1110
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: This fic was written when I was having a pretty bad time of things in RL, and it relaxed me to write this at a leisurely pace, simply enjoying this little world I’d constructed for Steve and Diana and just being happy while I wrote it.
A scene in Chapter One: Mr. & Mrs. O’Reilly was inspired by the illustration, With You, by min_taiwan.
This story is for the 2008 DCU Fic/Art Endless Summer Challenge and the 2008 Wonder Woman Love Fic/Art Calendar Challenge (July). Prompt: Ocean.
This series is an umbrella title for various DC couples enjoying time by-the-sea. The entire series can be found here.
VII
OLD CAPE COD
“If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air
Quaint little villages here and there
(You're sure)
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
(Cape Cod, that old Cape Cod).
If you like the taste of a lobster stew
Served by a window with an ocean view
(You're sure)
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod.”
Patti Page
"Old Cape Cod"
1957 C.E.
The dance was in full swing by the time Diana and Steve arrived. A band was playing with enthusiasm on the dais at the end of the room, the tunes of ’61 filling the ballroom.
Women in gaily-colored dresses whirled around on the dance floor in the arms of smiling partners.
A buffet was set up along one wall, and tables were arranged to ring one side of the dance floor. Steve laughed as he saw red, green, and yellow Jello jiggling on plates in bundt cake shapes.
“Oh, Jello. A postwar staple!”
Diana giggled and asked, “Dance?”
“Of course!”
They danced to several tunes, and both laughed as Chubby Checker’s Twist song started up. Gyrations filled the dance floor, risqué for 1961 but Steve was enjoying every move Diana made.
Her Amazon blood loved the freeness of dance. She moved with sensuous allure, Steve hoping to keep up. At her satisfied expression, he figured he was doing all right.
“Let’s twist again like we did last summer…”
Bodies coming together, Steve and Diana smiled.
When ‘Let’s Twist Again’ was over, a recording of Patti Page’s ‘Old Cape Cod’ started:
“If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air
Quaint little villages here and there
(You're sure)You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
(Cape Cod, that old Cape Cod).”
They slow-danced and Steve murmured, “They’re cheating.”
“If you like the taste of a lobster stew
Served by a window with an ocean view
(You're sure)You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod.”
“How so?”
“’Old Cape Cod’ is a ‘50s tune but I guess they figured it was okay since we’re on the Cape.”
“It’s pretty.”
“Mmm.” Steve nuzzled Diana’s hair. “Old Cape Cod was pretty sleepy until the ‘60s. I think the publicity of the Kennedy White House in Hyannisport brought a lot more people down. It got incredibly crowded. A pity. Old Cape Cod was pretty nice.”
“Winding roads that seem to beckon you
Miles of green beneath a sky of blue
Church bells chimin' on a Sunday morn
Remind you of the town where you were born.”
”If you spend an evening you'll want to stay
Watching the moonlight on Cape Cod Bay
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod.”
After the dance they sampled the buffet, waving at the Ketterings on the dance floor, then returned for the next tune, which made them both smile:
“It’s just like heaven being here with you.
You’re like an angel too good to be true…”
Steve’s heart agreed with every word as he gazed adoringly at Diana while they danced.
“But after all, I love you, I do,
Angel Baby, my Angel Baby.”
Oh, yes, so true, Steve thought.
He hugged Diana, who happily returned the hug, and as they parted, Diana’s shining eyes were beautiful to see, Steve leaning in for a sweet kiss.
& & & & & &
Two hours later they left the club, walking the beach while carrying their shoes and joining an impromptu sing-along around a campfire, laughing and joking with people dressed for the beach or refugees from the dance, too. Steve loved the way the firelight illuminated his Angel’s face.
A little later they visited their private beach, the moonlight silvering the water. Diana gazed out at the sea, then let go of Steve’s hand and pulled off her wig.
“Angel?”
She stripped off her gloves and wiggled out of her dress after kicking off her shoes. She placed her necklace on top of the folded-up dress, brooch still attached, and placed it and her purse and earrings on a flat rock. Pulling down her lace panties, she dangled them from one hand.
“Midnight swim?” she asked huskily.
She threw the panties at Steve and dashed off toward the sea.
He deftly caught the panties, laid them on the rock, and did a quick job of stripping, careful to place his tieclip with Diana’s necklace and his mother’s brooch, and ran off to join his sea-foamed Angel.
They played like dolphins, splashing and grabbing at each other as they laughed in the moonlight.
Steve gasped Diana’s shoulders. “You’re so beautiful, Angel,” he whispered, the moonlight shimmering in the water around them.
“My darling.” She brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes.
They kissed, love flowing between them as freely as the sea. When they parted, they swam in unison, synchronized swimmers with eyes only for each other.
When they emerged from the sea, hand-in-hand, they stopped on the wet stretch of sand, falling to their knees, clutching each other as they kissed passionately, Steve running his fingers through long, dark, hair. He nuzzled her neck, his other hand rubbing over her breast.
Diana’s hand stroked his hip and thigh and he shivered, cock twitching. Her eyes were shining bright, a happy smile curving her lips.
“Beloved,” she whispered, drawing him down to her.
They fell to the sand, waves washing over them…
& & & & & & &
The two of them giggled like teenagers, carrying their clothes, too wet and sandy to put them back on. Stealing through the back roads, they hurried to the cottage, grinning at their daring.
They safely made it back to the cottage without encountering anyone, and quickly took a shower.
As Steve buttoned his pajama shirt, he glanced over at Diana as she brushed her hair. He smiled at their matching pajamas.
“At least we don’t have to sleep in separate beds, eh, love?”
She grinned. “I would feel bereft, my darling.”
“I love you.”
Diana beamed. “Oh, my Beloved, my hearts spills over with love for you.”
Steve embraced her, holding her close as her arms went around him.
“I’ll always love you, Angel. Always.”
He kissed the top of her head, her hand rubbing his back.
When they broke apart, Steve’s eyes sparkled. “Want some ice cream?”
Diana bounced up and down. “Strawberry?”
He laughed. “Yes, strawberry.”
They sat on the couch eating bowls of strawberry ice cream, watching more classic Twilight Zone, laughing and enjoying each other’s company.
Two very relaxed people went to bed, looking forward to another day of sun, sand and sea.
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Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Steve/Diana
Genres: Challenge, Romance
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: 1961 was a very good year.
Chapter Summary: A dance at the country club winds up as From Here To Eternity on the beach. ;)
Date Of Completion: August 17, 2008
Date Of Posting: October 13, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1110
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: This fic was written when I was having a pretty bad time of things in RL, and it relaxed me to write this at a leisurely pace, simply enjoying this little world I’d constructed for Steve and Diana and just being happy while I wrote it.
A scene in Chapter One: Mr. & Mrs. O’Reilly was inspired by the illustration, With You, by min_taiwan.
This story is for the 2008 DCU Fic/Art Endless Summer Challenge and the 2008 Wonder Woman Love Fic/Art Calendar Challenge (July). Prompt: Ocean.
This series is an umbrella title for various DC couples enjoying time by-the-sea. The entire series can be found here.
VII
OLD CAPE COD
“If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air
Quaint little villages here and there
(You're sure)
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
(Cape Cod, that old Cape Cod).
If you like the taste of a lobster stew
Served by a window with an ocean view
(You're sure)
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod.”
Patti Page
"Old Cape Cod"
1957 C.E.
The dance was in full swing by the time Diana and Steve arrived. A band was playing with enthusiasm on the dais at the end of the room, the tunes of ’61 filling the ballroom.
Women in gaily-colored dresses whirled around on the dance floor in the arms of smiling partners.
A buffet was set up along one wall, and tables were arranged to ring one side of the dance floor. Steve laughed as he saw red, green, and yellow Jello jiggling on plates in bundt cake shapes.
“Oh, Jello. A postwar staple!”
Diana giggled and asked, “Dance?”
“Of course!”
They danced to several tunes, and both laughed as Chubby Checker’s Twist song started up. Gyrations filled the dance floor, risqué for 1961 but Steve was enjoying every move Diana made.
Her Amazon blood loved the freeness of dance. She moved with sensuous allure, Steve hoping to keep up. At her satisfied expression, he figured he was doing all right.
“Let’s twist again like we did last summer…”
Bodies coming together, Steve and Diana smiled.
When ‘Let’s Twist Again’ was over, a recording of Patti Page’s ‘Old Cape Cod’ started:
“If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air
Quaint little villages here and there
(You're sure)You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
(Cape Cod, that old Cape Cod).”
They slow-danced and Steve murmured, “They’re cheating.”
“If you like the taste of a lobster stew
Served by a window with an ocean view
(You're sure)You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod.”
“How so?”
“’Old Cape Cod’ is a ‘50s tune but I guess they figured it was okay since we’re on the Cape.”
“It’s pretty.”
“Mmm.” Steve nuzzled Diana’s hair. “Old Cape Cod was pretty sleepy until the ‘60s. I think the publicity of the Kennedy White House in Hyannisport brought a lot more people down. It got incredibly crowded. A pity. Old Cape Cod was pretty nice.”
“Winding roads that seem to beckon you
Miles of green beneath a sky of blue
Church bells chimin' on a Sunday morn
Remind you of the town where you were born.”
”If you spend an evening you'll want to stay
Watching the moonlight on Cape Cod Bay
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod.”
After the dance they sampled the buffet, waving at the Ketterings on the dance floor, then returned for the next tune, which made them both smile:
“It’s just like heaven being here with you.
You’re like an angel too good to be true…”
Steve’s heart agreed with every word as he gazed adoringly at Diana while they danced.
“But after all, I love you, I do,
Angel Baby, my Angel Baby.”
Oh, yes, so true, Steve thought.
He hugged Diana, who happily returned the hug, and as they parted, Diana’s shining eyes were beautiful to see, Steve leaning in for a sweet kiss.
& & & & & &
Two hours later they left the club, walking the beach while carrying their shoes and joining an impromptu sing-along around a campfire, laughing and joking with people dressed for the beach or refugees from the dance, too. Steve loved the way the firelight illuminated his Angel’s face.
A little later they visited their private beach, the moonlight silvering the water. Diana gazed out at the sea, then let go of Steve’s hand and pulled off her wig.
“Angel?”
She stripped off her gloves and wiggled out of her dress after kicking off her shoes. She placed her necklace on top of the folded-up dress, brooch still attached, and placed it and her purse and earrings on a flat rock. Pulling down her lace panties, she dangled them from one hand.
“Midnight swim?” she asked huskily.
She threw the panties at Steve and dashed off toward the sea.
He deftly caught the panties, laid them on the rock, and did a quick job of stripping, careful to place his tieclip with Diana’s necklace and his mother’s brooch, and ran off to join his sea-foamed Angel.
They played like dolphins, splashing and grabbing at each other as they laughed in the moonlight.
Steve gasped Diana’s shoulders. “You’re so beautiful, Angel,” he whispered, the moonlight shimmering in the water around them.
“My darling.” She brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes.
They kissed, love flowing between them as freely as the sea. When they parted, they swam in unison, synchronized swimmers with eyes only for each other.
When they emerged from the sea, hand-in-hand, they stopped on the wet stretch of sand, falling to their knees, clutching each other as they kissed passionately, Steve running his fingers through long, dark, hair. He nuzzled her neck, his other hand rubbing over her breast.
Diana’s hand stroked his hip and thigh and he shivered, cock twitching. Her eyes were shining bright, a happy smile curving her lips.
“Beloved,” she whispered, drawing him down to her.
They fell to the sand, waves washing over them…
& & & & & & &
The two of them giggled like teenagers, carrying their clothes, too wet and sandy to put them back on. Stealing through the back roads, they hurried to the cottage, grinning at their daring.
They safely made it back to the cottage without encountering anyone, and quickly took a shower.
As Steve buttoned his pajama shirt, he glanced over at Diana as she brushed her hair. He smiled at their matching pajamas.
“At least we don’t have to sleep in separate beds, eh, love?”
She grinned. “I would feel bereft, my darling.”
“I love you.”
Diana beamed. “Oh, my Beloved, my hearts spills over with love for you.”
Steve embraced her, holding her close as her arms went around him.
“I’ll always love you, Angel. Always.”
He kissed the top of her head, her hand rubbing his back.
When they broke apart, Steve’s eyes sparkled. “Want some ice cream?”
Diana bounced up and down. “Strawberry?”
He laughed. “Yes, strawberry.”
They sat on the couch eating bowls of strawberry ice cream, watching more classic Twilight Zone, laughing and enjoying each other’s company.
Two very relaxed people went to bed, looking forward to another day of sun, sand and sea.
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