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Fic: By-The-Sea III: Angel Baby (9/9)

Title: By-The-Sea III: Angel Baby (9/9)
Author: BradyGirl
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: The happy couple enjoy an evening at the drive-in.
Date Of Completion: August 21, 2008
Date Of Posting: October 21, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1001
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.



IX

DANCING HOT DOGS CUT THE MUSTARD


"Leave it to Americans to dream up watching movies from a car."


Professor Harlan MacGregor
"The Automobile
And American Culture"
1961 C.E.



Steve watched appreciatively as Diana wiggled into a pair of tangerine-colored Capri pants.

“As tight as your uniform pants?” he teased.

Diana snorted. “I would like to see you get into these pants.”

“As long as you’re still in them, I’d love to get into your pants, love.”

Diana threw him a dirty look and Steve laughed.

He finished pulling on his jeans and snapped them closed. Diana huffed and put on a matching short-sleeved blouse, starting to button it.

“Allow me.”

Steve buttoned the long line of buttons from bottom-to-top. He gently kissed her bare skin just above her bra, then fastened that button.

Diana’s little hiss of breath accompanied her hand on the back of his head. He smiled as he kissed the next expanse of skin, buttoning her shirt, then kissed the hollow of her throat.

“Beloved,” Diana gasped, “If you continue this, we will miss the coming attractions.”

“Maybe this is the coming attraction.” He winked.

Diana smirked and he slipped away to put on his shirt.

They both wore sneakers, and Diana wound a kerchief around her blond wig, putting on sunglasses. Steve put on his sunglasses, too, and slipped on his watch.

“Ready, Rose?”

“Ready, Jack.”

They drove a ’57 dark-blue Chevy Bel Air, Steve ecstatic at finally being able to drive his classic car. The top was down and the wind blew through their hair, both of them grinning.

At the drive-in, Steve put the top up as the clouds looked dark, and affixed an ancient speaker to the side of his window.

“Better test it. Inevitably, someone gets a dud.”

The speaker worked fine, if a little crackly, and Steve asked, “Want something to eat?”

Diana nodded, so they got out of the car and walked past the swings where children were playing, some in pajamas, and headed to the snack shack.

Inside, it was already busy, people standing in line as they chatted, excited about the final big event of the weekend.

“So, what’s your desire, love?” Steve asked.

“You mean besides yourself, my darling?”

He grinned. “So I’m on the menu?”

“You are the appetizer, main course, and dessert.”

Laughing, Steve studied the menu. “Sorry, no salads, dear. This menu is totally 1961.”

“I will survive.”

“Let’s hope.”

They ordered hot dogs, hamburgers, and French fires. They opted for Pepsi for a change-of-pace, and after using squeeze bottles of mustard and ketchup and dishing out relish from a jar onto their food, they went back to the car.

Dusk was falling, and the coming attractions were playing. They slipped off their dark glasses and watched vintage ’61 trailers, Diana fascinated by Hollywood’s ‘hard sell’.

“All the women are so beautiful.”

“None hold a candle to you, m’rose.”

Diana grinned. “Such a flatterer, my husband.”

A little thrill went through Steve. He liked the sound of that!

“The men are pretty good-looking, too.” Steve dipped a French fry in a paper cup of ketchup.

“Ah, but you outshine them all.”

“Thank you, my wife.”

Diana looked very happy and bit into the firm, juicy hot dog.

Steve hastily turned his attention to the screen as stars began to twinkle in a sky rapidly turning deep purple, the herald for night’s darkness.

Jimmy Cagney machine-gunned rapid-fire jokes as the story spun out, Diana fascinated by the old-fashioned clothes and cars. One, Two, Three was a classic Cold War tale that spoofed the American/Russian rivalry. Filmed in West Berlin just months before the Communists built the Wall, it jabbed at both sides in glorious black-and-white.

Diana loved the frenetic pacing. Steve remembered seeing the movie on AMC years ago. It was just as funny now.

Intermission arrived and Steve grinned. “More goodies, Rosie?”

Smiling, Diana answered, “Candy.”

They walked hand-in-hand to the snack shack while dancing hot dogs, French fry boxes and drink cups sang on-screen telling people to get their snacks.

Diana happily chose Jujubes, Good ‘N’ Plentys, Raisinets and popcorn.

“I will have to step up my exercise regimen when we get back to our regular lives.”

Steve whispered in her ear, “I know an exercise regimen that burns off plenty of calories.”

Diana giggled and ate a Raisinet.

Back at the car Steve asked, “Having a good time, Angel?”

“A wonderful time! This is a marvelous weekend, my love. And are you having a good time?”

“Very much. Mom and Dad took my sister and me to the drive-in lots of times. We thought it was the coolest thing!”

“You and your family are very close.”

“Very.” Steve smiled. “I’ve been very lucky.” He closed his hand around Diana’s. “In all ways.”

They settled back to watch the movie as it flickered back on after the animated food and drink danced off the screen.

Diana watched the screen avidly as she ate her Raisinets. Steve smiled fondly. Once his Angel threw herself into something, she went all the way.

He was sorry to see the weekend end. Tomorrow they would head back to Boston and it would be back to work. The stress of their crazy lives would begin again, and they would snatch time together when they could.

We need more weekends away. Even if it’s not 1961.

Steve put the tub of popcorn between them and kept his attention on the screen, always aware of the presence beside him.

He wistfully thought of the terms ‘husband’ and ‘wife’ that they’d used this weekend. He liked their use and wouldn’t mind the terms applying to them for real someday.

Diana said they were destined to be together. He believed it from the first moment he’d laid eyes upon her.

They could have met a hundred years ago, or in 1961.

It wouldn’t matter.

He reached over and took Diana’s hand, receiving a smile in return.

They were Destined to be together.

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Tags: 2008 dcu fic/art endless summer challeng, 2008 wonder woman love fic/art calendar, by-the-sea, challenge, steve trevor/diana prince, steve trevor/wonder woman
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