Fic: By-The-Sea III: Angel Baby (4/9)
Title: By-The-Sea III: Angel Baby (4/9)
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 soaks up the sun and the peace she so desperately needs.
Date Of Completion: August 10, 2008
Date Of Posting: September 24, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 909
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.
IV
“YOU ALWAYS KNOW WHAT I NEED”
Early morning sunlight
Caresses bare skin
As the clang-clang
Of the buoy
And cry of the gull
Mingles with the crash
Of the sea.
Jeannette Silvergold
"Lobster Tales
And Other Poems"
1961 C.E.
Diana awoke, early morning sunlight brightening the world outside the bedroom behind the muslin curtains. She was soothed by the sound of the sea, so like home.
Strong arms encircled her, the warm body curled around hers just as soothing as the ocean.
A small smile crossed her face, her hand resting on Steve’s.
She felt well-rested, a peaceful night and the leisurely weekend helping her lose her weariness. She had been so busy with her work as Diana Prince and Wonder Woman that she had begun to feel frazzled.
That was when Steve had come to her, suggesting this weekend.
He always knows what I need.
She luxuriated in the moment, listening to the waves and the piercing cries of seagulls, then slipped out of bed, tying a robe around her. She smiled down at her sleeping lover, who always looked so golden in the morning sun. Tiny beams of light were spilling through a slit in the curtains, and she caught her breath at the way his hair glowed. She gently touched the soft waves, smiling fondly.
Out in the kitchen she started the coffee by the window over the sink, watching a lobster boat chug its way to a buoy, hauling up a trap.
Diana started cooking bacon, cracking two eggs into the second skillet. When she had lived in Paradise, her meals had been brought to her as befit a Princess, but she had begun learning how to cook, barely past the first lessons when Steve had crashed off the Island, changing her life forever.
In Man’s World she had tasted new foods (pizza!) but eating out every day would eventually grow boring, not to mention expensive. Her problem was easily solved: Cecilia and Jim Trevor had taught her to cook, and her skill was constantly improving with Steve’s help.
A fishing boat motored past the lobster boat, the sunlight dazzling on the water.
It amused her that despite having the best teachers (Alfred and Martha), Bruce had never learned to cook. For all his brilliance, he had never mastered the art.
In Diana’s opinion, that was a good thing.
Bruce was an expert at nearly everything. It was good that he failed at something.
Keeps him humble.
“Mmm, Angel, smells heavenly.”
Diana smiled. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
Arms slipped around her waist, warm lips on the back of her neck.
“Looks like we’re up with the fishermen.”
“You wanted an early start, correct?”
“Correct.”
She smiled.
Steve rested his chin on her shoulder. “We can spend all morning at the beach, then come back here and shower and then go into town and look around.”
“A good plan.”
Steve kissed her shoulder and then released her, setting the table, then cut up a fresh honeydew melon, setting the bowl on the table.
Diana put sunny-side-up eggs and bacon on the plates and Steve poured two glasses of cranberry juice.
Diana felt extremely happy as they ate, proud of her cooking and pleased at the taste of it. They spoke of trivial things, a level of comfort that glowed within Diana. Relaxed, she accepted Steve’s offer of clean-up and went to shower, afterward pulling on her one-piece bathing suit and packing the cooler with bottles of Coke and cups of Hoodsie ice cream.
When Steve was ready they walked to the beach, Diana carrying the cooler, her beach towel and chair, Steve the umbrella, his towel and chair. Diana also carried a cloth bag filled with suntan lotion, apples, and the newspaper Steve had bought last night.
Diana wondered with amusement what her mother would think of her daughter wearing the antique bathing suit, flip-flops, sunglasses, a terrycloth beach robe and a large, floppy straw hat with a giant blue plastic flower stuck in the hatband.
Diana was completely a woman of the New Frontier, and she was incredibly happy.
& & & & & &
Diana sat down on her blanket with a happy sigh. Sparkling from the sea, she watched as Steve rode a wave. Their games in the ocean had stimulated and delighted her, and she slipped on her glasses against the bright sun.
This private beach was perfect. She didn’t have to worry about concealing her bracelets here.
If they were discovered, they could survive it, but Diana preferred to be incognito this weekend. She didn’t want to be Wonder Woman, just Diana, or, perhaps, Rose O’Reilly.
She opened the cooler and took out a strawberry-and-vanilla Hoodsie cup.
Steve emerged from the sea, Diana catching her breath at his beauty. Diamond-sparkling, he smiled as he approached the blanket.
“Hungry?”
“The sea stimulates my appetite.” She lowered her lashes. “Among other things.”
Steve grinned, settling on the blanket next to her. He took out a Hoodsie cup, too, and dug his spoon into the ice cream.
“Why must this spoon be wooden?” Diana asked.
“I don’t know. It’s always been a trademark, though.”
Diana studied his profile. “Beloved.” He looked at her. “You do know that any time spent with you is well-spent?” At his puzzled smile, she continued, “I need not wild excitement at every moment. I also crave peace, as I knew at home.” She put her hand on his arm. “Whether our moments together are action-filled or sitting on a beach eating ice cream, I am truly happy.”
Steve’s smile rivaled the sun. They kissed, Diana whispering, “You always know what I need.”
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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 soaks up the sun and the peace she so desperately needs.
Date Of Completion: August 10, 2008
Date Of Posting: September 24, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 909
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.
IV
“YOU ALWAYS KNOW WHAT I NEED”
Early morning sunlight
Caresses bare skin
As the clang-clang
Of the buoy
And cry of the gull
Mingles with the crash
Of the sea.
Jeannette Silvergold
"Lobster Tales
And Other Poems"
1961 C.E.
Diana awoke, early morning sunlight brightening the world outside the bedroom behind the muslin curtains. She was soothed by the sound of the sea, so like home.
Strong arms encircled her, the warm body curled around hers just as soothing as the ocean.
A small smile crossed her face, her hand resting on Steve’s.
She felt well-rested, a peaceful night and the leisurely weekend helping her lose her weariness. She had been so busy with her work as Diana Prince and Wonder Woman that she had begun to feel frazzled.
That was when Steve had come to her, suggesting this weekend.
He always knows what I need.
She luxuriated in the moment, listening to the waves and the piercing cries of seagulls, then slipped out of bed, tying a robe around her. She smiled down at her sleeping lover, who always looked so golden in the morning sun. Tiny beams of light were spilling through a slit in the curtains, and she caught her breath at the way his hair glowed. She gently touched the soft waves, smiling fondly.
Out in the kitchen she started the coffee by the window over the sink, watching a lobster boat chug its way to a buoy, hauling up a trap.
Diana started cooking bacon, cracking two eggs into the second skillet. When she had lived in Paradise, her meals had been brought to her as befit a Princess, but she had begun learning how to cook, barely past the first lessons when Steve had crashed off the Island, changing her life forever.
In Man’s World she had tasted new foods (pizza!) but eating out every day would eventually grow boring, not to mention expensive. Her problem was easily solved: Cecilia and Jim Trevor had taught her to cook, and her skill was constantly improving with Steve’s help.
A fishing boat motored past the lobster boat, the sunlight dazzling on the water.
It amused her that despite having the best teachers (Alfred and Martha), Bruce had never learned to cook. For all his brilliance, he had never mastered the art.
In Diana’s opinion, that was a good thing.
Bruce was an expert at nearly everything. It was good that he failed at something.
Keeps him humble.
“Mmm, Angel, smells heavenly.”
Diana smiled. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”
Arms slipped around her waist, warm lips on the back of her neck.
“Looks like we’re up with the fishermen.”
“You wanted an early start, correct?”
“Correct.”
She smiled.
Steve rested his chin on her shoulder. “We can spend all morning at the beach, then come back here and shower and then go into town and look around.”
“A good plan.”
Steve kissed her shoulder and then released her, setting the table, then cut up a fresh honeydew melon, setting the bowl on the table.
Diana put sunny-side-up eggs and bacon on the plates and Steve poured two glasses of cranberry juice.
Diana felt extremely happy as they ate, proud of her cooking and pleased at the taste of it. They spoke of trivial things, a level of comfort that glowed within Diana. Relaxed, she accepted Steve’s offer of clean-up and went to shower, afterward pulling on her one-piece bathing suit and packing the cooler with bottles of Coke and cups of Hoodsie ice cream.
When Steve was ready they walked to the beach, Diana carrying the cooler, her beach towel and chair, Steve the umbrella, his towel and chair. Diana also carried a cloth bag filled with suntan lotion, apples, and the newspaper Steve had bought last night.
Diana wondered with amusement what her mother would think of her daughter wearing the antique bathing suit, flip-flops, sunglasses, a terrycloth beach robe and a large, floppy straw hat with a giant blue plastic flower stuck in the hatband.
Diana was completely a woman of the New Frontier, and she was incredibly happy.
& & & & & &
Diana sat down on her blanket with a happy sigh. Sparkling from the sea, she watched as Steve rode a wave. Their games in the ocean had stimulated and delighted her, and she slipped on her glasses against the bright sun.
This private beach was perfect. She didn’t have to worry about concealing her bracelets here.
If they were discovered, they could survive it, but Diana preferred to be incognito this weekend. She didn’t want to be Wonder Woman, just Diana, or, perhaps, Rose O’Reilly.
She opened the cooler and took out a strawberry-and-vanilla Hoodsie cup.
Steve emerged from the sea, Diana catching her breath at his beauty. Diamond-sparkling, he smiled as he approached the blanket.
“Hungry?”
“The sea stimulates my appetite.” She lowered her lashes. “Among other things.”
Steve grinned, settling on the blanket next to her. He took out a Hoodsie cup, too, and dug his spoon into the ice cream.
“Why must this spoon be wooden?” Diana asked.
“I don’t know. It’s always been a trademark, though.”
Diana studied his profile. “Beloved.” He looked at her. “You do know that any time spent with you is well-spent?” At his puzzled smile, she continued, “I need not wild excitement at every moment. I also crave peace, as I knew at home.” She put her hand on his arm. “Whether our moments together are action-filled or sitting on a beach eating ice cream, I am truly happy.”
Steve’s smile rivaled the sun. They kissed, Diana whispering, “You always know what I need.”
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