A/N Happy Saturday! Thank you all so much for your reviews and comments, and for just being swell enough to read this story! We're not going to take things too seriously this chapter, we're all about just sitting back and watching our newlyweds live their life. I think we're going to have some fun with that :)
He had to work the day after Christmas, Friday, but she had the day off. Over breakfast she suggested almost apologetically, "I could come by at noon and we can have lunch together, I mean if I wouldn't be bothering you."
"Botherin' me? C'mon now Cream Puff don't I come see ya every day at lunch? Heck yeah I want ya ta come see me, bother me all ya want. We'll go ta the park ta eat. After lunch I got sumthin' in mind I wanna get for ya."
She was all smiles, "What Daryl? What do you want to get me?"
"I think it's time ya had your own leather jacket, thinkin' maybe we oughta see 'bout gettin' ya one today. Dirty just got some ladies sized ones in the little store, you can pick one out ya like."
"Really Daryl?! Gosh I've never had any clothes that are made of leather. But gee, you don't think I'll look too tough do you?"
She was serious but he couldn't help laughing, "Cream Puff, I ain't even a little bit worried you're gonna look too tough. Another thing I wanna get ya is a recurve bow, sumthin' small that ya can handle on your own, we'll do that tomorrow mornin'. Sound alright?"
"Golly yes. I can hardly lift that gosh darn crossbow of yours."
He smiled, "I wouldn't expect ya could. After we get your bow we'll do sumthin' fun, maybe go ta that place we had our first picnic, near the old footbridge. We could have the picnic, skip some stones, and I'll teach ya how ta shoot the recurve. That and just have some time together, just me n you havin' fun. Would ya like that?"
"Gosh Daryl, I sure wouldn't mind if you were to teach me how to shoot a bow again."
He was smiling but a little confused, "Why ya lookin' at me so naughty like that?"
"Well gee whiz, I never had anyone kiss me on the back of the neck and nibble at it, until you did it that day when you were teaching me how to shoot your crossbow. I liked it then and gosh Daryl, I still like it when you do that." She was so pink and so pretty.
"Damn girl don't start talkin' ta me like that now, ya get me thinkin' 'bout stuff an wantin' ya like that, an shit I won't make it ta work. We'll see if I can't remember ta kiss ya like that when I get home tonight." And he felt himself flush, and he didn't care. He never expected these things from her, but he liked it when she let him know what she liked, what got her going.
She packed him a big lunch because her husband always seemed to be hungry. She made him two bologna and cheese sandwiches, potato chips, a sliced orange, six cookies and a Thermos of Hawaiian Punch. She made herself just a cheese sandwich. She was making a big dinner for him tonight and she didn't want to be too full to eat it.
She pulled up to Dirty's just before noon and waited for him in the truck. She watched him with a smile as he came walking out toward her, she loved that pigeon-toed saunter of his.
He hopped in the truck, "Hey girl, ya gonna be my chauffer?"
"Yes sir I'm going to take you on a big city tour, three whole blocks over to the park."
She was sure she'd never stop being amazed at how fast he ate, he'd finished both his sandwiches by the time she'd eaten half of hers. "This here, having lunch with ya like this, it's good Beth. I like ta just have this little time durin' the day ta be together, ain't like the diner where ya gotta work while I'm eatin'. If ya was ta quit workin' we could have lunch together like this every day."
She knew he wanted her to quit, stay home and be his wife. And a big part of her wanted that too, but first she was trying to save a little money. She had a pretty good amount tucked away now, and she had a mind to always have a secret little stash of money set aside, for buying him presents on his birthday and holidays. She sure didn't want to have to ask him for money so she could buy him a gift.
"I'll quit soon Daryl, I promise. Just maybe one more month, and golly I have to give Mr. Ripley notice. I can't just leave without warning, he's been too nice to me."
"Alright, ya know I told ya it's up ta you an it is, I just feel like I oughta be takin' care of ya an I ain't. It just don't sit right with me Cream Puff that's all."
"I know Daryl and I want to quit working and stay home. There's a lot of things I want to do at the house, in the yard, for you and for myself. I'd have the time to do it all if I didn't work, if I was a full time homemaker." And she knew the thing she wanted to do more than anything else was make her Biker happy.
They got back to Dirty's and he kept his arm around her as he led her through the garage to the little shop up front. This time none of the other men whistled or made cat calls or remarks, they knew better.
Daryl had talked to Dirty and he was waiting for them in the little store. "Hey there Mrs. Dixon, I hear yer in the market for a new jacket."
She felt her face turn bright red, "Hello Dirty it's very nice to finally meet you, and you can just call me Beth."
The man smiled and looked at Daryl, "Big Brother was right Little Brother, she is a peach."
"Let's see if we got a jacket small enough ta fit a little thing like you. Most a the gals that hang 'round here are quite a bit um, uh, more full figured than you."
There were a couple of jackets her size and she tried them on. She loved the leather smell, it reminded her of Daryl. And they were so much softer than she thought they'd be.
She looked at herself in the small mirror, "Golly it's so nifty Daryl but I just don't know, are you sure I don't look too mean and tough?"
Dirty had a mouthful of hot coffee that he damn near lost on that. "Damn Daryl where the hell did ya find this little wife a yours? She's cuter'n shit."
Her husband let out a snort, "I had ta start goin' over ta Ripley's every day for lunch an ya know I don't dig their food. Them burgers are always overcooked, fries ain't crispy enough an even their damn coke is flat, but they do got the cutest waitress."
Beth was so surprised to hear her husband talking in this joking manner, and she wondered if he meant what he said. Did he really hate the food and coke at Ripley's? She'd be asking him tonight at dinner.
She got home with her new leather jacket and she couldn't help herself, she had to put it on, wear it around the house, and she had to keep looking in the mirror. Never in her whole gosh darn life had she ever thought she'd own leather clothes.
She finally hung it in the closet and went to work in the kitchen. Since she wasn't at Ripley's she had plenty of time to put a big effort into a special dinner, and that's just what she planned to do.
She started off by making him a peach pie, she even sprinkled extra sugar on that top crust. She knew her husband had a sweet tooth.
Then she got to the serious stuff. Mama had given her quite a bit of the leftover turkey to take home, and she was going to make him her Grandma's turkey noodle casserole.
She made the dough for her noodles and carefully rolled it out and cut those noodles just the right size. Just like Grandma had showed her. Making the noodles herself was sure a lot more work than buying a package at the store, but these would be better and she was excited to make this for him. He loved home-style cooking and she loved him.
She prepared all the ingredients just like Grandma showed her, and then she layered everything in the big Pyrex casserole dish Mama had given her. She set the temperature on the oven, set the timer, and lifted the heavy dish into the oven 15 minutes before he would be home. He'd have time for his beer and his shower before it was ready. Perfect.
He came in the kitchen door and immediately got a big smile on his face, "Hey Cream Puff, damn it smells good in here. What ya makin'?"
She went to the fridge and got him a beer. "Thanks," and he leaned down and kissed her cheek.
"It's my Grandma's recipe for turkey and noodles I think you're going to like it."
"Well hell yeah, it smells like I'ma like it plenty, an is that a pie?"
Now she was feeling really proud, "Yes, peach pie just for you."
He leaned down, his arm around her waist and his lips on her neck, kissing and lightly sucking on that sensitive skin.
"Damn Cream Puff yer spoilin' me rotten an I ain't complainin' a bit. Come sit with me while I drink my beer."
They sat close together on the couch and he told her about his day and asked about hers, he finished his beer and went to take his shower. She set the table and the timer buzzed for her casserole. She opened the oven door and pushed the light on, it looked and smelled wonderful.
Her timing was just right. He'd be out of the shower in a few minutes and he'd be starving. She got the potholders, pulled the rack forward a little, lifted the heavy casserole, the glass dish slipped just a bit it hit against her wrist and burned her. She reacted to the pain, dropping the casserole to the floor.
When it hit that linoleum it seemed to break into a million pieces, there was turkey and noodles and glass all over the floor, the oven door, her and a couple of cabinets. She didn't know what to do. She was frozen in place, her wrist hurt, dinner was ruined and she couldn't stop those tears from falling.
He'd just gotten out of the shower and was drying off when he heard a loud crash. It scared the shit right out of him, not knowing what the hell had just happened and thinking she was hurt. He ran out of that bathroom wrapping his towel around his waist.
"Fuck Beth, ya okay, did ya get hurt. He was holding her then and that got her crying more. "Tell me girl, are ya hurt?"
"It's just a little burn Daryl I'm fine really, but I ruined your dinner and…" When she looked down she saw his toe was bleeding, a lot. Things just kept getting worse. "Oh my gosh Daryl you're hurt, you're bleeding!"
He looked down then, "That ain't nuthin' lemme see your burn." He took a look and it wasn't too terrible, but it was already blistering and he couldn't stand seeing her hurt. "C'mon ta the bathroom, lemme doctor it."
He ran cold water on her wrist, gave it a kiss and sprayed some Bactine on it. "Go on an sit on the couch an I'ma just get dressed real quick."
"But Daryl what about your toe? Please let me take care of it for you, please." He looked down and he was standing in a good size puddle of blood. "I can get it Beth."
"No, gosh Daryl let me take care of you for once." She knew he had a hard time with that, but she was determined.
"Yeah okay, but don't make a big fuss, 'right?"
"I won't." She cleaned it, took out two chunks of glass with a pair of tweezers, cleaned it again, put mercurochrome on it which she knew stung like the dickens, and through it all he never even flinched. She wrapped it in gauze and secured it all with adhesive tape.
"Thanks Cream Puff, you're a real good nurse. Now go sit on the couch an rest I'll get dressed."
"I have to go clean up that mess."
"No. Go sit on the couch. I'll be right there." He sounded stern and she did what he said.
He came in the front room and told her, "I'm cleanin' it up Beth, there's a lotta glass an I don't want ya gettin' hurt."
"But Daryl you're more hurt than me, please let me do it or at least let me help."
"No."
And she didn't argue with him then, she knew it would only upset him.
When he was done cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, the trail of blood to the bathroom, and the blood in the bathroom, he walked in the front room and announced, "Shit I'm about ta fuckin' starve ta death. Let's go eat."
"I'm so sorry Daryl, I was trying to make you a nice dinner and I ruined it."
"That's bullshit Beth ya did make me a nice dinner, it was a accident. Wasn't your fault an I'm just glad it wasn't worse, that ya didn't get hurt worse." Suddenly he smiled, "I got it! Let's go ta that Chinese joint, order a bunch a weird soundin' food an see if I'm hungry enough ta eat it." And she had to laugh at that. He had a way of snapping her right out of any sadness when he showed that funny side of himself.
And if nothing else there was a peach pie for him when he got home.
It turned out he liked all that Chinese food just fine, and he always seemed a lot happier on a full stomach.
"Daryl today when we were at Dirty's you told him you don't like the food or even the coke at Ripley's. Is that true?"
He smirked, "Yeah the way they cook it just ain't right for me, even the coke don't seem right."
"Well then why in the heck did you come in every day and eat it?"
He gave her that side eye smile. "I's in there once when I first started workin' for Dirty, I didn't dig an it an never went back. Then one mornin' the cutest little blond I ever seen come walkin' up the street, all decked out in her uniform and her ponytail just a swingin'. Once I seen her go in Ripley's that's when I knew, as long as she was workin' there I was eatin' there."
"Oh my golly Daryl that's so sweet and so romantic, gosh you make me feel special."
When she said stuff like that he was never sure what the hell to say back so he just shrugged and said, "Yeah, I love ya Cream Puff, I guess I always did."
xxxx
They were at the general store when it opened at 8:00am, he had her by the hand and they made a beeline for the sporting goods department. She looked so fucking cute he could hardly take his eyes off her. She was wearing Levi 501's, a tight pink sweater, and her new leather jacket. Damn.
"Gosh they just have everything don't they?"
"Well seems like they got enough don't it? But I's in a big sports place down in Atlanta once, shit that place was full a more huntin' an fishin' stuff than I ever knew there was. It was cool I tell ya, we'll ride the Bike down there one day an you can see."
He saw what he thought was the perfect bow for her and the clerk handed it to him. He stood behind her showing her how to hold it, making sure the sizing and the weight would work for her. He whispered in her ear, "I ain't gonna start kissin' n suckin' on that pretty neck in here, I'ma wait 'til I get ya in the woods."
The clerk had no idea why this Biker fellow and his girl had both turned red.
Even with their shopping they still managed to get to the little spot by the old footbridge at 10:30. "Gee Daryl isn't this just so pretty and peaceful, I mean it's a chilly time of the year, but lucky for me I have my new leather jacket." He was a sucker for that smile.
"Well let's see how ya do with your new weapon. You've shot the shotgun, shot the crossbow, why this will be nuthin' for a tough gal like you."
"Are you making fun of me?"
"Fuck no Beth I like havin' fun with ya, I wouldn't make fun of ya." He leaned in then and gave her quite the loving kiss just to prove it.
"Alright now ya got your bow, ya got your quiver an your arrows, an ya got your finger tab, I don't want ya hurtin' those pretty fingers," he slipped it on her finger.
He pinned the target to the tree and moved to stand behind her. And then he showed her how to nock the arrow, "I know it don't seem like any kinda big deal but if ya don't get it right, don't get it lined up right, even though ya get the bowstring in the nock, it ain't gonna be a good shot." He showed her how to get her line of sight and line up the fletching so the aim stayed true when she shot.
"Okay but when do I get to shoot?"
"Damn Cream Puff you're sure anxious ta kill sumthin', ain't ya? Archery is about patience."
"You're so silly Daryl, it's not that I want to kill something. I just want to show you I can do this, that's all."
"Cream Puff, baby I'm Biker Trash, ya can't be sayin' I'm 'silly' for Christ sake." He smiled as he nuzzled her neck, "I woulda decked anyone else that called me silly, but I'ma let ya get away with it, just cuz I love ya n all. Now let's kill sumthin'."
With his help she drew back the bow string, sighted in the target and let the arrow fly. "Daryl! Oh my gosh I hit the paper!" She was jumping up and down and he wished he had one of those home movie cameras because he could watch that about a million times.
They got home by five but it was already dark out. As soon as they walked in the kitchen door he had his arms around her, "I'm starvin' for two things Cream Puff, you an dinner. I think I'ma get my fill a you first."
"Daryl..." But she didn't get to finish because his mouth was on her mouth and he made her forget whatever it was she was going to say.
He picked her up and carried her in the bedroom, laid her down horizontally across the top of that bed, and he lay himself down next to her.
As surprised as she was, she didn't mind the way he was acting at all. He was kissing her with heat and need, and his hand was up her sweater and on her breast. He knew just how to use those calloused fingers to tease her breast and make her want more, to make her want him.
He slipped the sweater off over her head, and just that fast her bra was off too, and his mouth was sucking on her breast while his tongue teased at her nipple. She could feel her desire for him making her wet, and then she felt his hand move down to the top of her 501's. It seemed he didn't need two hands, or to even look at what he was doing, to hastily undo all five buttons. He quickly stood to take his own clothes off and she immediately missed his touch. And while he was removing his clothes she hurriedly wiggled out of her Levis and panties.
That made the Biker smile. When they decided to marry he'd worried she may not like doin' this. But damn she liked it every bit as much as he did.
He slipped his hands up under her and slid her down closer to him and then his mouth was on her. That always startled her for just a moment, but the way he moved his mouth and his tongue made her relax right into it. His hands had moved up to her breasts and with the feeling of his hands and fingers caressing and teasing at her breasts, and his tongue working on that sensitive little spot, she swore her eyes rolled back in her head. She came so hard and she was so breathless she was afraid she'd faint.
He smiled up at her, and then he took his tongue and slowly licked his way all the way up her body, stopping for a moment to pay some extra attention to her nipple and then her neck, then he kissed her long and deep. "Ya good Cream Puff?"
She didn't think she had enough air left to answer so she just smiled and nodded. With that he entered her. They had their rhythm and they were moving together, his hands were on top of her head his fingers interlaced. He was kissing her mouth and he'd stop long enough to suck on her neck and her earlobe, while he continued moving in her never losing that rhythm. He moved a hand down to her breast tweaking her nipple while he kissed her deeply, and still he never lost that rhythm, it was deep and intense.
She felt herself go over that edge one more time and it surprised her, it was as powerful as the first one. She felt him immediately start to pump harder and faster and she knew, and he came hard, breathless and almost growling.
He rolled over with her in his arms, taking her right with him. He smiled up at her, "Shit girl, watchin' ya shoot that bow today got me wantin' ya bad. Love ya Cream Puff."
A/N We had some fun, some fluff and what I hope was a little heat. Next chapter the Biker and the Bobby Soxer will ring in the New Year – 1959. Thanks so much for reading this story, reviews and comments are always greatly appreciated! xo
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