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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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NEW Author's Note: Hello readers! I was looking over this story before I got ready to post my final chapter or two and realized I skipped an entire, lengthy chapter! It should be fixed now, but this chapter is BRAND NEW! So, if you have been coming back to read my story, this chapter wasn't here before! The chapter that was previously in the place (Chapter Five) is now Chapter Six and they are bumped down like that through what is now Chapter Nine (previously Eight). I'm so sorry for the mix up, but I think you might like this chpater! Happy reading!
The next day, they took a trip to town. Curly had ordered Laurey a special wedding gift that hadn’t come in before the wedding. Holding hands as the happy couple, they made their way into town. Before they could even make it to the shop, Fred and Slim approached them.
“Howdy, you two,” Slim greeted.
“Mrs. McClain,” Fred said, punctuating her new title, “Could we borra your husband for a moment?”
Laurey gave a small smile. Husband. “Sher. Curly, I’ll go on down to the dress shop to see Ellen. Come find me when yer done?”
“Sher thing,” he said, giving her a kiss before they parted ways. Laurey headed on down the road and Curly got pushed into the local saloon with Fred and Slim, finding a glass of whiskey poured and waiting for him on the bar. “What’s this all ‘bout, boys?”
“Congratulations, man,” Slim said, pushing Curly toward the bar. “You’s a real man with a real wife now. Tell us all ‘bout it.”
“All ‘bout what?” Curly replied, taking a swig out of the glass.
“Come on, you’s bein’ modest. The weddin’ night? Carnes told us we couldn’t even give ya a shivaree, so you must’ve had a good, long night, huh?” Slim prodded.
“Oh, well, yeah. ‘Course,” Curly replied, desperately trying to cover, taking a larger drink of the whisky in his hand.
“That’s all we git?” Fred said, dumbfounded that his friend was not sharing his adventures with them.
“Look, it ain’t like when you boys go to the burley-que. That there is my wife you’s talkin’ ‘bout and I’d appreciate ya watchin’ what ya’s sayin’,” Curly told them. While he was truly possessive of Laurey and didn’t like that the details Fred and Slim were so desperate for were intimate details about her, he also used this to protect his own manhood. If they found out that their marriage wasn’t consummated (and wouldn’t be for a while), he would never hear the end of it. He downed the rest of his glass. “Now, ef that’s all, boys, I shuld git back t’ my wife. We been married less than twenty-four hours and you’s pullin’ me away from her.” With that, he walked out of the saloon, leaving his friends shocked behind him.
He stopped by the shop where his order was waiting and then continued on to find Laurey. “Laurey, honey? Ya ready to go?”
“Sher. Bye, Ellen!” Laurey told her friend before exiting the shop with Curly. With the package under his arm and Laurey’s hand in his, they headed back toward the farmhouse. “So, what did the boys want?” Laurey asked Curly.
Curly stumbled over his words, “Oh, um, they j-just….they w-wanted t’…. they had a question fer me.”
Laurey didn’t buy it. “Curly?”
He let out a sigh. “They wanted to know ‘bout last night.”
“’Bout Jud?” Laurey asked, thinking that that would be the talk of the town by now.
“N-no….’bout us…. I didn’t tell ‘em nuthin’ though!” He hurriedly added the last part so Laurey wouldn’t tear Fred and Slim limb from limb next she saw them.
“Well, there was nuthin’ t’ tell….” Laurey said uneasily.
“Even ef there was, I wuldn’t a said nuthin’. You’s my wife, Laurey, and nobody gits to know none of those intimate details ‘cept me.” To reassure her, Curly leaned down and gave her a peck on the top of the head and they continued back to the farm.
Once back in their room, Laurey cleaned the dust from herself in the small wash basin and Curly headed to the bureau to hide the brown paper wrapped package. Before he could complete his task, Laurey noticed him. “Curly, what is that?”
“Jus’…somethin’ I ordered fer ya fer the weddin’, but it ain’t nuthin’ to worry ‘bout now,” Curly said, trying to defuse and distract Laurey. He wasn’t sure how she would react to it after their conversation last night.
“Curly, come on! Ef it’s fer me, why cain’t I have it?”
“I…I don’t know that you’ll like it…” Curly attempted to explain, but Laurey was not giving in. Crossing the room with determination, she took the package from his hands. Curly looked on with a knot in his stomach.
Laurey unwrapped the twine and brown paper, taking the thin, pale fabric into her fingers. It was soft and a pale blue, her favorite color. As the fabric rippled down for her to hold the garment at its full length, she realized it was a lovely nightgown. Lace wrapped around the fabric straps and the low neckline. Delicate embroidery curved delicately around the neck and hem lines. “It’s beautiful,” she said, barely audible. “Curly, how culd ya afford this?”
Curly shrugged. “I been savin’. I’ve knowed fer a while that you was the one I wanted to marry. I been savin’ fer the day I could finally tell ya. And I knowed pale blue was yer favorite color, just like those forget-me-not flowers that were in yer bouquet.”
Laurey smiled. “Yer very sweet.” Holding it up, the light from the window shined through the fabric and Laurey could see how sheer it truly was. “Oh my…” she said, realizing what it would be like to wear it.
Curly blushed. “I…I had ordered it, hopin’ fer ya t’ wear it fer our weddin’ night,” he admitted, staring at his boots.
Curly was usually the rough and tumble type. To see him embarrassed by a nightgown caught Laurey slightly off guard. She crossed to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Hows ‘bout I save this and in a few weeks, when I am to become your wife in every way, I’ll wear this for ya, jus’ like it were our weddin’ night.”
Curly’s only response was a passionate kiss.
The next few weeks passed fairly uneventfully, but slowly. Curly took over Jud’s responsibilities around the farm to help care for both Laurey and Aunt Eller. Laurey cooked her best dishes and practiced her sewing skills under the supervision of Aunt Eller. Each day, when Curly heard the dinner bell ring, he hurried as quick as he could back to the main house. The hours he spent away from Laurey felt all too long.
One day, several weeks after their town outing, it was hotter than anyone in town could remember it being. Curly had to make trips to the well several times an hour, ensuring he hardly got any work done. Aunt Eller and Laurey had abandoned their petticoats to attempt to keep themselves cool and kept wet cloths at their necks to help keep the heat at bay. When Laurey rang the dinner bell that night, it seemed so much later than usual with the heat wearing on everyone. Aunt Eller was heading for the well and passed Curly on the porch as he headed inside.
When Laurey laid eyes on him, it was like she saw him in a different light than ever before. He had taken his button-up and undershirt off in an attempt to keep cool and his toned muscles glistened, covered in sweat. His pants sagged low on his hips under the weight of the sweat they had absorbed, revealing just the top of a ‘V’ shape leading under his waistline. Dirt smudged his face and chest and he went straight to the wash basin to clean up for dinner.
Laurey turned to watch him, feelings in her belly churning. She felt a wave of heat wash over her that couldn’t have anything to do with the temperature, as the sun was setting outside. Her breathing was quick. She had the urge to touch him, to glide her hands over those glistening muscles and to follow that ‘V’ to its point. She closed her eyes, trying to regain her composure before anyone noticed. Then, in walked Aunt Eller.
“You alright there, Laurey dear?” she asked good-naturedly.
Laurey’s eyes snapped open. Curly had turned to check on Laurey as well. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Must jus’ be the heat,” she covered.
“Keep an eye on her, Curly. This heat ain’t good fer nobody,” Aunt Eller said before leaving the room.
Curly crossed to Laurey, taking her by the waist to help support her, worried she might faint. “Mebbe ya shuld set down, Laurey,” he told her, concern in his voice.
“N-no. I’m fine,” she assured him. She went up on her toes to whisper in his ear, “After dinner, when Aunt Eller goes to set on the porch where there’s a breeze, wait ten minutes then join me upstairs.” This was the only information she gave before carrying the pot containing their dinner into the dining table, leaving Curly dumbfounded in the kitchen.
As expected, Aunt Eller excused herself to the porch after dinner. Once she was outside and out of earshot, Laurey looked at Curly and simply said, “Ten minutes,” before going up the stairs.
Curly was chomping at the bit. What did Laurey have planned? What was going on? Each minute passed so slowly, Curly thought he would never find out Laurey’s plan. Finally, he slowly started to make his way up the stairs and looked around. Seeing the door to his and Laurey’s bedroom closed, he approached slowly and knocked. “Laurey?”
“Come in,” she said, her voice muffled by the door. Opening the door, Curly saw his wife standing in the middle of the room, clad only in the pale blue nightgown he had bought for her. The gas lamp on the bedside table cast a glow throughout the room and shined through the sheer fabric, allowing Curly to see Laurey’s silhouette clearly through the material.
As if in a trance, Curly stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. “Laurey, w-what’s this?” Laurey shrugged coyly. “I – I thought you were savin’ that til… til we….”
“Yes,” she said matter-of-factly.
“But… but ya ain’t seen Doc Tyler yet. We still gots to wait a couple of weeks til… til we know….”
With determination, she crossed the room to him, taking his hands in hers and placing them on her waist. Undoing the buckle on his belt she said, “I want to see my husband, all of ‘im.”
Curly couldn’t control his body’s reaction and felt himself growing hard. Did Laurey know what she was doing to him? “Laurey, ya—ya cain’t be teasin’ a man like this—“ he warned, but she seemed to pay him no heed and continued to undo the fastenings on his pants. When they dropped to the floor, Curly could feel how the thin fabric of his underwear did not provide much barrier or hide much of his current arousal. He lifted Laurey’s chin so she would look into his eyes. “I don’t wants ya to be a-sceered o’ me,” he told her, knowing that he had hid situations where he felt like this from her at every turn since Jud’s attack.
“I-I ain’t a-sceered of ya, Curly,” Laurey told him, but her confidence had faded. Just barely in her peripheral vision, she could still see his bulge and her breathing quickened, but not from her arousal. She tried to fain confidence and ran her hands down his chest to rest on the remaining waistband, but Curly grabbed her hands.
“Laurey, it’s okay,” he told her, pulling her hands away from his body. Laurey turned away from him and covered her face which had turned bright red. Curly kicked off his pants and boots before gently taking her arm and leading her over to their bed. “Laurey, honey, look at me, “Curly said, almost pleading with her. Laurey did as he asked, albeit reluctantly. “Why’d you do all this? The sneakin’ up here, the nightgown? I told ya we’d have a weddin’ night after we talk to the doc….”
“I know. I jus’…. When ya came in from the farm t’day, I – well, I started t’ feelin’….feelin’ like a womern feels fer her husband, and I—I cain’t explain it. I…I wanted to find a way t’ show ya how I was feelin’, I guess…”
Curly was taken aback. She had feelings like that too, like the ones he had late at night when he was left alone to his thoughts with his beauty beside him. As desperately as he wanted to make her his in that very moment, he knew she was not okay. He needed to reassure her that everything was alright between them, even without sex. “Laurey, I has feelin’s like them fer ya all the time, but ef ya ain’t ready, ya ain’t. We’s man and wife no matter what. You’s been through things that ain’t right fer ya to have t’ go through and I sees you needs time.”
Laurey buried her head in his chest. “But Curly, I-I thought I wanted t’. I thought I culd.”
“It’s okay, Laurey. I loves ya.”
“I loves ya, too, Curly.” Curly held Laurey in his arms, rocking her slightly back and forth to comfort her. But while she was in his arms, her mind was racing and she finally got up her courage to speak. “Curly? You said you gits…feelin’s fer me too, didn’t ya?”
Slightly embarrassed, Curly tentatively answered, “Y-yeah….”
“Well then, how’s…how’s ya been dealin’ ‘th it? I mean, you ain’t been nuthin’ but a purfect gentleman to me….”
“Well, um…” Curly started. This wasn’t easy to explain out loud, not to his Laurey. “Well, sumtimes I jus’ ignore it, I guess. Other times I…I imagine things….”
“Imagine things? What do ya mean?” Laurey inquired, sitting up to listen.
“Well….I mean, I think ‘bout you…and me. I think ‘bout when we will be married, proper….” Curly measured each word. “That don’t mean I’s rushin’ ya,” he quickly added, making sure she realized he wasn’t pushing her.
“So, you’s jus’…think?”
Curly had done more than think, but to admit that to Laurey made him more embarrassed than he had ever been in his life. With his cheeks bright red, he tried to explain, “Not jus’. I… Sumtimes I-I tetch…” His eyes were glued to the ground.
Laurey took a moment to process this before softly asking, “Well…C-can I see?”
“See what?” Curly replied before even thinking.
“See… see what ya do when you thinkin’ like a husband….”
Curly was taken aback. “Laurey, come now. You cain’t be serious.”
“You’s thinkin’ ‘bout me, ain’t ya? Then ain’t I gots a right to know?” Laurey replied, some of her old spunk shining through. Curly lifted his eyes from the floor to meet her gaze, a gaze that was sure and present in the moment, a gaze that told him he was loved by this girl and that he meant everything to her. His eyes trailed down her body, his height advantage giving him a view down the front of the nightgown he had chosen just for her, revealing a view of the round breasts that lay beneath it. This view sparking his thoughts and desires up once again. He closed his eyes trying to control himself. “It’s okay, Curly,” she reassured him.
Curly took her reassurance and laid back on the bed, keeping his eyes closed, imagining the night Laurey would be wearing that nightgown again, the night he would be able to take it off and see the body that lay beneath it. His hand slid under his shorts and grasped the bulge that had grown there, slowly stroking himself. He imagined what it would be like when he finally was making Laurey his forever, buried inside of her, their bodies and souls intertwining. He tried to muffle a grunt that escaped his throat nonetheless. He shifted his hips, shimmying his shorts down just enough to free himself from the final confines. Laurey took in a sharp breath from beside him, bringing him crashing back to reality. He froze and looked over at Laurey whose eyes were trained on the newly exposed skin. Breathlessly, Curly attempted to talk. “L-Laurey?” was all he could mustered.
“I-I’m okay,” she said, not moving her gaze. “G-go on.”
Curly was thankful that she urged him on because he wasn’t sure he could have stopped himself at this point. Closing his eyes again, he returned to his previous actions, the pause having teased him into an even worse state. He fell back into his thoughts, feeling himself getting closer and closer to release. Before he could increase his speed once more to bring on the release he so desperately needed, he felt an unfamiliar soft touch halt his hand. Curly’s breathing stopped and he forced his eyes open, looking at the girl next to him. She had leaned over and gently grabbed ahold of him with a grip as close to that of the one he used on himself as she could manage from her angle. She had leaned over to manage this and Curly could just barely feel the breeze from each time she exhaled on his moist skin. Their eyes met, but Curly’s words were stuck in his throat. Laurey moved her hand up and down his shaft and Curly’s heart leapt into his throat. “I-is this right?” Laurey stammered.
Curly could hardly handle himself. Her soft touch was so much better than he could ever have imagined and she was doubting herself. Straining to force words from his throat, Curly let out a partial cry, practically begging her to keep going, “Yes. Oh God, yes, Laurey.” Curly’s hand fell away from his body, giving Laurey full access to his arousal. Laurey felt the heat in the spot below her belly grow with each stroke she made. As desperately as Curly wanted to keep his eyes open, to watch Laurey’s reaction, both to gauge her pleasure and possible fear, he could not manage it. His vision seemed to have been taken from him and was replaced by a pleasure so great it was practically unbearable. Laurey quickened the pace as she had seen him do and with just a few more strokes, Curly was sure he wouldn’t last must longer. “L-Laurey. I-I cain’t….I mean, I’m gonna…” was all he managed to muster before he came with a guttural sound from his throat that was like no sound Laurey had imagined could come from her Curly. She felt a tingling far stronger than the one she had felt when he had come in from the fields that day, but, more than that, she felt connected to Curly like she had never felt to anyone before.
Curly recovered as quickly as possible, forcing his eyes back into working order. Laurey sat beside him, looking on slightly uneasily, waiting for him to speak. Rather than speak, Curly sat himself up and took her face in hands, stealing a passionate kiss from her lips. They broke apart breathlessly for Curly to say, “You are amazin’, Laurey. Every bit o’ ya,” before he kissed her again. He covered himself and then invited Laurey to join him, both of them settling down into their usual sides of the bed.
Outside, Aunt Eller giggled as she continued her knitting, the open windows of the upstairs room allowing the loudest sounds to waft into the evening air.
In their snuggled embrace, Laurey and Curly continued their kissing, feeling more connected than they ever had. Curly’s hands roamed up and down Laurey’s sides, but never venturing lower than her hips. Tonight was far too perfect to ruin by pushing her too far without permission, but Curly could feel his passion growing again and he just prayed that she wouldn’t be scared off.
Laurey could feel the bulge reappearing and pressing against her thigh. She pulled away slightly, sparking concern in Curly. “Laurey?” he asked, fearing the worst.
“W-was…was what I did not enuf?” she asked, not able to meet his gaze.
Curly lifted her chin with his finger. “Laurey, it was more than enuf. It was wonderful. You’s jus’ so beautiful that I cain’t help myself.”
Laurey gave him a small smile and reinitiated their kissing.
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