Inspired by, or actually I pretty much just altered the "True Love" scene in the 1956 film High Society, with Grace Kelly and Bing Crosby. For some reason, I always happen to find inspiration for Puckleberry fanfiction while watching old movies in the early morning. I'm actually working on another Puckleberry fic based on the Elvis movie, "Spinout", look out for it! For now, though, enjoy this one. Opinions would be amazing (:
The glistening clear water splashed against the fin of the sailboat as they cruised across the wide open ocean. The sailboat, it's name, "Caroline" painted proudly on the side, rocked gracefully in the slow winds. Noah Puckerman sat at the steering wheel, gently evening the journey out.
"Hey, skipper, when do we eat?" He called out to down below.
A familiar brunette head popped up from the cabin.
"Now!" Rachel answered, pulling herself out of the cabin, complete with high waisted summer shorts, a sailor-style sleeveless blouse and plaits, in her full glory.
"You've been down there long enough," Noah joked with a small laugh.
"It's bride's prerogative," replied Rachel with a smile, settling herself on the padded bench, laying the tray with lunch beside her.
"It's just that I don't like you out of my sight so long," Noah retorted.
"Oh, that's nice," Rachel smiled, tucking her feet underneath her. She leaned over to him. "First course," she announced, giving him a soft peck on the lips.
"You'll never be able to follow it," her new husband revealed with his trademark grin as she leaned back and retrieved a glass of juice from behind her.
"Second course," she said as she handed it to him with a dazzling smile.
"What is it?" he questioned curiously after taking a sip.
"Grape juice," replied Rachel as she retrieved the plate holding his lunch.
"But you've done something wonderful to it," Noah complimented.
"Opened the bottle and poured it out," Rachel said with a quiet giggle.
"Oh it's so pecan," Puck replied. She let out a melodious laugh as she handed him the plate and took away the glass.
"Third course," she grinned as she presented it to him.
"Invented by the Earl of Sandwich," Noah joked again, revelling in the laughs he loved hearing from his wife.
"With something special added," she commented, the smallest of sly grins taking to her face as she watched him take a bite into the sailor's glove that she'd placed in the sandwich as a joke.
He spat out the garment as she collapsed into a fit of laughter, scurrying to the other side of the bench as he rushed over and began to tickle her.
"Oh you hussy you!" he declared as Rachel's laughs bounced off the water, the eloped newlyweds basking in their honeymoon bliss.
Later that night, as the sun was setting and the skies turned orange, the newlyweds relaxed on that same padded bench on the tiny deck of their sailboat. Noah's finger tips easily glided over the strings on his guitar as it rested on his knee, Rachel's head resting on the other as he strummed a familiar tune, his low, crooning tenor expertly putting lyrics to their own acapella version of their trademark song.
One of her hands gently caressing his arms and face, she joined him in the second verse, their two voices, completely different, but came together perfectly, just like them. The joyful newlyweds embraced in a heated kiss as the last chords of their song floated off into the night.
Sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good...
I've been inclined to believe it never would...
Oh, sweet Caroline, good times never seemed so good...
Oh, I've been inclined to believe it never would...
Oh no, no, no...