Fic: By-The-Sea III: Angel Baby (1/9)
Title: By-The-Sea III: Angel Baby (1/9)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Steve/Diana
Genres: Challenge, Romance
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: 1961 was a very good year.
Chapter Summary: Diana and Steve enjoy a day at the beach.
Date Of Completion: July 31, 2008
Date Of Posting: September 5, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 944
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.
I
MR. & MRS. O’REILLY
It’s just like heaven being here with you.
You’re like an angel too good to be true,
But after all, I love you, I do,
Angel Baby, my Angel Baby.
Rosie & The Originals
“Angel Baby”
1961 C.E.
The ocean sparkled on a perfect summer day, not too hot and not too humid.
As Baby Bear would say, just right.
Steve smiled at using the old fairytale as touchstone, but when you were in love with an Amazon, what was a talking bear or two?
Wispy white clouds drifted across an azure sky, a contrail of smoke pluming high up in the air. He shaded his eyes as he watched the jet, his body responding to every movement made by the pilot.
A sailboat bobbed on the horizon, a soft breeze blowing over the beach, tickling his skin. The sun was warm and he was so comfortable, memories of yesterday beginning to drift through his mind as he became sleepy…
& & & & & &
He held his Angel in his arms, her long dark hair trailing in the water. Gossamer-thin folds of her white dress clung to her body, outlining curvaceous breasts and thighs as she smiled at him.
“Beloved.”
Steve smiled, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. “Yes, Angel?”
Her hand rested on his chest, cool against warm skin. Mischief sparkled in her eyes.
“Your shirt outlines your body quite nicely.” Her eyes traveled lower. “Your shorts, too.”
Steve blushed as he smiled, ducking his head. Her frankness could still bring pink to his cheeks. Delighted laughter trilled from her throat.
Diana put her arms around his neck. “Beautiful One, let me feast mine eyes upon thy body.”
Steve tightened his hold on her legs and back. “I should be saying that to you.”
“Mmm, Beloved, perhaps we should hold a mutual admiration society.”
Diana kissed him and Steve responded, the water swirling around his legs as the sunlight sparkled on the sea.
& & & & & &
“Steve.”
“Hmm?”
“I think I need help with my suntan lotion.”
Steve grinned as he sat up, eyes shielded by his sunglasses.
Diana sat on the next towel, cats-eye sunglasses glittering in the sun as she smiled charmingly at him. He scrambled to his feet and Diana turned on the small radio on the blanket.
“…let’s do the Twist…”
Steve squeezed out the lotion from the bottle, the smell of cocoa butter strong as he rubbed the lotion on Diana’s back.
“Well, that’s the latest from Chubby Checker. Now, here’s Elvis and ‘Blue Hawaii’…”
“Mmm.” Diana arched her back. “You have a deft touch.”
“All the better to love you, my dear.”
Diana smiled, holding her hair from her back.
“JFK will be heading for Hyannisport to join the First Lady and children this weekend.”
Steve felt happiness spread through him like lotion on skin. He looked at Diana’s simple one-piece black bathing suit in amusement.
She had wholeheartedly thrown herself into their retro weekend. Curious about the postwar period, particularly the New Frontier early ‘60s era, she was happily playing the game Steve had proposed.
He had gotten the idea when he’d seen the advertisement for a local radio station’s gimmick for a weekend set in 1961: all the music, ads, and news would be vintage New Frontier.
Steve had gone to a vintage clothing shop, and now he wore long, royal-blue swim trunks, and had found the old-fashioned swimsuit for Diana. He’d picked up some other clothes, too, and was enjoying the game.
The cooler under their blue-and-yellow striped beach umbrellas was packed with turkey sandwiches, apples, push-up Popsicles, small bags of State Line potato chips, and bottles, not cans, of Coke.
When Steve had first heard the ad, he had missed the part about the gimmick being part of the little seaside town of Rosebeach’s bigger gimmick: enticing people to take part in a full-blown retro weekend. When he had realized the scope of the promotion, he had delightedly informed Diana.
“You’ll get a full immersion in postwar culture, Angel.”
Diana had enthusiastically agreed.
They had found this private beach, tipped off by Bruce Wayne, and were enjoying every minute of their ‘research’. Bruce had made phony I.D.’s for them, and Jack and Rose O’Reilly were just part of the tourist crowd, Steve figuring that his mother wouldn’t mind the use of her maiden name.
Steve kissed Diana’s shoulder before rubbing lotion on it. “So, dinner in town tonight suit you, Mrs. O’Reilly?”
“Certainly, Mr. O’Reilly.” Diana watched a biplane buzz by, a banner proclaiming, Eat At Joe’s Fish Shack trailing behind it.
“Remember, the well-dressed woman must always were a hat and gloves when leaving the house.”
“A quaint custom.”
“I have to wear a hat, too.” Steve capped the bottle. “Though it’s okay to go without one tonight. A straw hat wouldn’t go with my casual clothes, and a fedora’s too formal.”
“Must I wear those stiletto heels?”
Steve squeezed her arm. “You can wear flats, though the stilettos aren’t much different from your uniform boots.”
“They are more practical.”
Steve kissed the back of her neck. “You can dress more casually tomorrow afternoon when we wander around town. You can wear pedal pushers and tennis shoes, how’s that?”
“And I can buy silly little souvenir trinkets?”
Steve kissed the top of her head. “Whatever you want, my love.”
Diana laughed and stretched out on her back on her beach towel. She reached up and pulled Steve down for a kiss.
Steve was happy that today was Friday, and the whole weekend was still stretched out before them to enjoy.
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Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Steve/Diana
Genres: Challenge, Romance
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: 1961 was a very good year.
Chapter Summary: Diana and Steve enjoy a day at the beach.
Date Of Completion: July 31, 2008
Date Of Posting: September 5, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 944
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.
I
MR. & MRS. O’REILLY
It’s just like heaven being here with you.
You’re like an angel too good to be true,
But after all, I love you, I do,
Angel Baby, my Angel Baby.
Rosie & The Originals
“Angel Baby”
1961 C.E.
The ocean sparkled on a perfect summer day, not too hot and not too humid.
As Baby Bear would say, just right.
Steve smiled at using the old fairytale as touchstone, but when you were in love with an Amazon, what was a talking bear or two?
Wispy white clouds drifted across an azure sky, a contrail of smoke pluming high up in the air. He shaded his eyes as he watched the jet, his body responding to every movement made by the pilot.
A sailboat bobbed on the horizon, a soft breeze blowing over the beach, tickling his skin. The sun was warm and he was so comfortable, memories of yesterday beginning to drift through his mind as he became sleepy…
& & & & & &
He held his Angel in his arms, her long dark hair trailing in the water. Gossamer-thin folds of her white dress clung to her body, outlining curvaceous breasts and thighs as she smiled at him.
“Beloved.”
Steve smiled, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. “Yes, Angel?”
Her hand rested on his chest, cool against warm skin. Mischief sparkled in her eyes.
“Your shirt outlines your body quite nicely.” Her eyes traveled lower. “Your shorts, too.”
Steve blushed as he smiled, ducking his head. Her frankness could still bring pink to his cheeks. Delighted laughter trilled from her throat.
Diana put her arms around his neck. “Beautiful One, let me feast mine eyes upon thy body.”
Steve tightened his hold on her legs and back. “I should be saying that to you.”
“Mmm, Beloved, perhaps we should hold a mutual admiration society.”
Diana kissed him and Steve responded, the water swirling around his legs as the sunlight sparkled on the sea.
& & & & & &
“Steve.”
“Hmm?”
“I think I need help with my suntan lotion.”
Steve grinned as he sat up, eyes shielded by his sunglasses.
Diana sat on the next towel, cats-eye sunglasses glittering in the sun as she smiled charmingly at him. He scrambled to his feet and Diana turned on the small radio on the blanket.
“…let’s do the Twist…”
Steve squeezed out the lotion from the bottle, the smell of cocoa butter strong as he rubbed the lotion on Diana’s back.
“Well, that’s the latest from Chubby Checker. Now, here’s Elvis and ‘Blue Hawaii’…”
“Mmm.” Diana arched her back. “You have a deft touch.”
“All the better to love you, my dear.”
Diana smiled, holding her hair from her back.
“JFK will be heading for Hyannisport to join the First Lady and children this weekend.”
Steve felt happiness spread through him like lotion on skin. He looked at Diana’s simple one-piece black bathing suit in amusement.
She had wholeheartedly thrown herself into their retro weekend. Curious about the postwar period, particularly the New Frontier early ‘60s era, she was happily playing the game Steve had proposed.
He had gotten the idea when he’d seen the advertisement for a local radio station’s gimmick for a weekend set in 1961: all the music, ads, and news would be vintage New Frontier.
Steve had gone to a vintage clothing shop, and now he wore long, royal-blue swim trunks, and had found the old-fashioned swimsuit for Diana. He’d picked up some other clothes, too, and was enjoying the game.
The cooler under their blue-and-yellow striped beach umbrellas was packed with turkey sandwiches, apples, push-up Popsicles, small bags of State Line potato chips, and bottles, not cans, of Coke.
When Steve had first heard the ad, he had missed the part about the gimmick being part of the little seaside town of Rosebeach’s bigger gimmick: enticing people to take part in a full-blown retro weekend. When he had realized the scope of the promotion, he had delightedly informed Diana.
“You’ll get a full immersion in postwar culture, Angel.”
Diana had enthusiastically agreed.
They had found this private beach, tipped off by Bruce Wayne, and were enjoying every minute of their ‘research’. Bruce had made phony I.D.’s for them, and Jack and Rose O’Reilly were just part of the tourist crowd, Steve figuring that his mother wouldn’t mind the use of her maiden name.
Steve kissed Diana’s shoulder before rubbing lotion on it. “So, dinner in town tonight suit you, Mrs. O’Reilly?”
“Certainly, Mr. O’Reilly.” Diana watched a biplane buzz by, a banner proclaiming, Eat At Joe’s Fish Shack trailing behind it.
“Remember, the well-dressed woman must always were a hat and gloves when leaving the house.”
“A quaint custom.”
“I have to wear a hat, too.” Steve capped the bottle. “Though it’s okay to go without one tonight. A straw hat wouldn’t go with my casual clothes, and a fedora’s too formal.”
“Must I wear those stiletto heels?”
Steve squeezed her arm. “You can wear flats, though the stilettos aren’t much different from your uniform boots.”
“They are more practical.”
Steve kissed the back of her neck. “You can dress more casually tomorrow afternoon when we wander around town. You can wear pedal pushers and tennis shoes, how’s that?”
“And I can buy silly little souvenir trinkets?”
Steve kissed the top of her head. “Whatever you want, my love.”
Diana laughed and stretched out on her back on her beach towel. She reached up and pulled Steve down for a kiss.
Steve was happy that today was Friday, and the whole weekend was still stretched out before them to enjoy.
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