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Jud's Revenge	By : broadwaybaby Category: M through R > Oklahoma! Views: 1619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Oklahoma or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The wedding was beautiful. The events of the past week or so disappeared from Laurey’s mind and all she saw was her Curly. Her Curly, who kept his hand at the small of her back the whole night, never leaving her alone for a moment. And as the party died down that night, Curly and Laurey headed to the farmhouse. Aunt Eller, knowing it to be their wedding night, booked herself a room in the town’s inn to give them the place to themselves.
Curly lifted Laruey into his arms and carried her over the threshold, making her giggle. They were both so happy. Curly carried her up the stairs to her room, to the freshly made bed with the quilt Aunt Eller had miraculously been able to make as their present in the past week’s time. But just as Curly was about to set her down on the bed, he froze. “Laurey?” She looked up at him. “I—I don’t know what to--- I mean, I know what to, I just don’t know ef ya—I mean, I don’t know ef ya would be comfertable ‘th…”
“Curly? What ya tryin’ to say?”
Curly set her down gently on the floor and walked away from her, not able to meet her gaze. “It’s…It’s our weddin’ night, Laurey... and I jus’ wasn’t sher you wuld be feelin’ up ter…ter celebratin’ the way a man and womern usually celebrates such an occasion….”
Laurey came up behind Curly and put her arms around his waist, causing him to turn back to face her. “I ‘ppreciate that, Curly.” She went up on her toes to give him a kiss. “To be honest, I ain’t got no idy what I feel up t’….”
“We don’t have t’, Laurey,” he said, cradling her cheek in his palm. “We jus’…. Well, we technically ain’t married yet….”
“I know, Curly. Mebbe we could jus’… start n’ see?”
“Sher! We culd do that!” Curly said, a little too enthusiastically. He didn’t want to push Laurey, but he had been waiting for this night for quite a long time and he would be lying if he said he didn’t want to claim Laurey as his wife.
Laurey gave him a small smile, seeing his eagerness breaking through. “Well then,” she said, turning her back to him, “Can ya he me outta this dress?”
Curly’s heart skipped a beat as he reached forward and started to undo the buttons that held the dress on Laurey’s gentle form. He swallowed hard as he reached the end of the closures and the sleeves slid off of Laurey’s shoulders. She let it fall to the ground before stepping out of it. Curly could bring himself to do nothing but stare at her smooth form left in front of him. She was left in her bloomers and corset with her back to him. He could see some of the scratches and bruises peeking out from the top of her corset, scabbed over from the healing time of the past week. But they were not the focus of his attention. He could see her legs, slender but strong, casting a shadow through her bloomers in the lamplight. He could see all of her curves held tight by her bright white corset and he couldn’t help but move toward her, placing a kiss on her shoulder before starting to attempt the lacings of the corset. As soon as he had the first tie undone, and Laurey felt the undergarment loosen, she cried out, “Curly, stop!”
Curly jumped back as if he had been burned. “What? What is it?” Laurey turned to face him and she had started to cry. “Laurey, I’m sorry!”
She sniffled. “No, it ain’t yer fault. It just…. It made me think a when he –“
“Shh. It’s okay. How ‘bout you go in the other room and put your nightgown on. I’ll jus’ wait heer fer ya,” he said, taking a seat on the bed. Laurey gave him a sweet smile before doing as he suggested.
Soon, she was back in her room and seated next to her new husband on the bed, her hand in his. He tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear and looked into her eyes, seeing how she was trying desperately to mask her pain. “Laurey, honey? Can ya tell me what I did that sceered you? I don’t want ter do it agin….”
Laurey took a deep breath. They hadn’t talked about it since the day after it happened and she hadn’t given him any details on the horror she had endured. But he deserved to know. “Well…um... when I felt my corset loosenin’, it made me think o’ when he cut the lacin’s that night….”
“Cut?” Curly choked out.
“Yeah. He had ‘is knife. I thought he were gonna cut me; he had threatened it. But he jus’ cut my corset and pulled it down and he…he tetched my chest all rough like….”
“And that’s how ya got those scratches….Oh, Laurey….”
“Curly, he was so rough ‘th me…” she said, a few tears streaking her cheeks.
“Shh. It’s okay. It’s over. I’m heer,” he said wiping away the tears.
“I-I’ll be okay. Why don’t ya git ready for bed and join me?” She was trying to be perky and keep up the good feelings from the wedding.
Curly gave her a smile. “Sher.”He started to undo his pants and Laurey tensed. He froze. “Laurey?”
She took a moment to try to calm her breathing. “Sorry.”
“You okay? I thought you told me to –“
“Yeah, I did. Jus’… can I ask ya to get ready in the other room too?”
Curly did just that, willing to do whatever she needed of him, leaving him in his underwear and bare chested when he returned to Laurey. “Sorry,” he said, coming back into the room.
“You don’t gots to be, Curly. I jus’… that night, I saw him… undo his pants and that’s when I tried to get away….”
“Laurey, I’ll do whatever will make ya feel comfertable. I’m so sorry you’s going through this,” he replied before leaning in for a reassuring kiss.
“You are so good t’ me, Curly,” Laurey told him, leaning back in for a passionate kiss, showing him how much his cautiousness and understanding meant to her. His hand went to her waist, caressing her gently. Laurey’s heart was racing. This felt so different than her incident; he was gentle and kind and her own body reacted to his touch in a positive way.
Curly’s body was reacting too and he cautiously laid Laurey back onto the pillows. Pulling away briefly, he breathlessly told her, “Jus’ tell me ef I need t’ stop. I will. I don’t want to hurt ya.”
She nodded, albeit a bit nervously before restarting their kiss. Curly held her tightly in his arms, feeling her soft skin and curves beneath his touch. Laurey ran her hands up and down Curly’s bare back, feeling his toned muscles. Before Curly could ask Laurey her permission to go much further, a loud banging noise came from outside the window, partnered with incomprehensible yelling.
Laurey and Curly jumped apart, but Laurey quickly calmed. “Oh, those boys, throwin’ us a shivaree….”
Curly knew Mr. Carnes had handled that situation. Besides, everyone had gone home. It was awfully late for them to have come back out, even if they had decided to ignore Mr. Carnes’s disapproval of the custom for Laurey and Curly. Concerned, Curly ran to the window and looked down to see Jud in the yard, beating on a pan and yelling at the top of his lungs. Curly ran back into the room where he had gotten ready for bed and pulled his pants back on and grabbed his gun from its holster, cocking the hammer back. “Laurey, stay here,” he said, heading for the door.
Laurey, seeing the drastic change in his personality, climbed out of bed. “Curly, what is it?”
“Please, jus’ stay here,” he told her, running down the stairs. He picked up the phone and dialed Andrew Carnes. “Sir, Jud’s heer. He’s causin’ a ruckus. Come quick,” and he hung up and headed outside, coming face to face with Jud.
“Well, howdy there. I heared you married my girl tonight, Mr. McClain, n’ I intend to set that t’ rights,” Jud said in slurred speech that told Curly that Jud was drunk.
“She ain’t your’n, Jud. She ain’t never been.”
“T’ain’t true!” Jud screamed, advancing on Curly just to meet the barrel of Curly’s gun. “You cain’t shoot me. I’m heer to claim what’s mine. I claimed her as mine and she leavin’ ‘th me.”
“Jud, git outta heer. Laurey ain’t your’n. She my wife and ya ain’t ever gonna get near ‘er ever agin.”
“Gimme my girl, Curly.”
“Jud, what er ya doin’ heer?” The voice came not from Curly, but from Laurey who had appeared on the porch having thrown on a housecoat over her nightgown.
“Laurey, you shuldn’t have come out heer,” Curly said, rushing back to her, attempting to get her back into the safety of the house.
“Git on, Jud. Git. Ya don’t belong heer,” Laurey called out to the drunk, disheveled man on her yard.
“Miss Laurey, ya gots to come ‘th me. You is my girl now. ”
“No I ain’t,” Laurey yelled back, her anger growing.
“Yer lookin’ mighty purdity that there nightgown, Miss Laurey. Mebbe you and I shuld head back down to my smokehouse fer some more fun.” The strength Laurey had been using to confront her attacker fell away with these words and Curly advanced to Jud, punching him across the jaw and knocking him to the ground. Jud’s anger grew and he stumbled to his feet to charge at Curly. Before Jud could get too far, he was tackled to the ground from behind by Andrew Carnes, who had just come running up to the scene.
“You’s goin’ to jail, Jud. I got ‘im, Curly. He cain’t bother you nor Laurey no more. Let’s go, Jud.”
As Mr. Carnes drug Jud back toward the town, Jud continued to call out to Laurey, “Miss Laurey, you knows what we did. You knows you’s really my girl. That my seed inside a ya and there ain’t nuthin’ he cain do ‘bout that.”
“Shet up, you,” Carnes said, pulling Jud more harshly on toward the jail and off of the farmhouse’s property.
With Jud in Mr. Carnes’s hands, Curly rushed to Laurey’s side. “You alright?” he asked gently.
“He’s right, ya know? No matter what, you cain’t change what happened.” She couldn’t even bring herself to cry. Worse than being sad or upset, she felt defeated.
“Listen to me, Laurey. What he did, it-it don’t count, okay? It don’t. It don’t mean nothin’ ‘cept that he’s a bad man. It ain’t like a man and ‘is wife, it jus’ ain’t. No real man would do such a thing to a womern.” Curly took Laurey into his arms, holding her there on the porch.
“Curly, ya don’t want me. I – I ain’t innocent no more. You-you deserve a girl who’s all your’n.”
“Laurey, ya are all mine. Nobody cain have a piece of you that you don’t give to ‘em. Jud taked. You didn’t give.”
“But –“
“No, no more. You hush. You’s my Laurey. Come on, let’s go back inside.”
The couple returned to their room with a heaviness that was not present before. Before, they were filled with the mirth of the wedding. Now, while Jud was captured and locked away, a pressure still weighed on the young couple that neither could shake. Laurey removed her housecoat and climbed into bed under the covers, turning onto her side. Curly returned from getting ready for bed and placing his gun back into its holster to find his new wife in this closed-off position. Curly crawled into bed next to her, under the covers. The heat from his bare skin pressed through her thin nightgown. “Is this okay?” he asked cautiously. “I knowed before I was sleepin’ on top, but since we’re married, I thought –“
“It’s fine, Curly.”
“Laurey, talk to me, please.”
Laurey turned around to face him, her face long with worry. “I…I cain’t….I cain’t do it, Curly.”
He was confused. “Cain’t do what, Laurey?”
“I know we ain’t official married yet, but I just…I cain’t.”
“Oh, Laurey. It’s been a long night. You jus’ need some rest.”
“Curly, I don’t think it’s jus’ tonight.”
“Laurey?”
“I love ya, really I do, Curly. And I wants to be married to ya. But…but I cain’t get the bebe out of my head. I gots to know. As much as I wish I could jus’ think it’s your’n, I cain’t. I gots to know if it’s his. And if we –“
“If we consummate our marriage, we won’t know if a bebe would be his or mine,” Curly finished for her.
“I know it ain’t fair to ya to make ya wait two months to make me your wife, especially when the whole town knows us to be married, but –“
“It’s okay, Laurey. We’ll…we’ll have a weddin’ night. Whenever you is ready, we’ll have one.” Laurey smiled up at him. “Cain I still sleep under the covers like this with ya?” he asked, cracking a small smile to reassure you.
“O’ course. Thank ya, Curly. Thank ya,” she told him, giving me a kiss before turning back over and snuggling in to his embrace and promptly falling asleep.
As his girl slept in his arms, Curly’s mind was still racing. Of course he couldn’t bring himself to push Laurey into anything, not after everything she had been through, but he also couldn’t say he wasn’t disappointed. Just holding Laurey this close, with no barrier between then but the thin layers of their sleepwear, Curly could feel himself reacting to her. She was beautiful and he desperately wanted to see her in all her glory, completely his. And then he would make her his physically, showing her what real love was. He scooted his hips backward on the bed, trying to keep the evidence of his arousal away from her body, not wanting to wake her, particularly to that. Slightly miserable with his own body disobeying and betraying him, Curly forced himself to control his breathing until he fell asleep.
Author's Note: Please note that I upped the rating to Adult ++. While this might be overkill, a scene I wrote for later in the story gets a bit graphic (or at least I think so), so I wanted to play it safe. Also, I have added missing/new warnings. These are listed at the top of Chapter One. Please take these into consideration as you continue your reading. Thank you for continuing to follow my story!
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