unbroken_halo (unbroken_halo) wrote in stirs_of_echo, @ 2010-06-25 16:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | damon, damon/grant, fics, grant, john, john/marion, marion |
Fic: Leaving On A Jet Plane Part 2
Title: Leaving On A Jet Plane, Part 2
Authors: sevs_lil_secret and unbroken_halo
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Company belong to JK Rowling. No copyright infringement is meant.
Summary: It’s 1960, Damon and Grant have been married for five years and new orders for the big Marine send the whole family into chaos.
Warnings: Cross Dressing, Leatherneck Lingo, Jealousy, Beginnings of a kink for Damon.
AN:This piece is the first of several that will show the life Damon and Grant had while they lived in Japan and Grant lived as Gracie. It was a huge change taking time for both to adjust to the amended roles in their relationship and society.
In town and at Bower's Department store, Gracie was looking through a rack of dresses in a style one of the salesladies had pointed out to her, commenting that they would look simply darling on the Indian's small frame, when a man in workman's coveralls passed by her. On his way back out of the store he'd noticed the small woman had moved herself away from the Marine and older woman he'd thought she was with. A grin was on his face as he walked past her and took a moment to admire her from behind before he reached out and pinched her bottom.
Gracie's eyes widened and she squeaked as she whirled around only to find a workman grinning at her. "Did you just pinch me?" she demanded, clearly at a loss for what to do.
Carl leered at her and leaned in to press the issue. "You've got a nice ass sweetie. How about you and me get out of here and find somewhere to get acquainted better?" he smirked and reached out to touch her smooth cheek.
Damon heard a squeak and looked over towards Gracie. He sneered and walked over then reached out and grabbed the man's wrist before he could touch Gracie's face. He glared at the creep and squeezed, hard, on the bony arm. "Excuse me, sir. I know you just didn't touch my wife, now did you?" He growled softly and pulled Gracie behind him. "You will apologize now, won't you?" he looked over his shoulder at Gracie. "Are you alright, Grace?"
The workman shook his head. "No offence meant, I didn't know she was spoken for. I'll just be on my way, there ain't no need for trouble," he said quickly and then offered an insincere smile to Grace. "My apologies ma'am, but if I were your man, I'd be keeping you tucked in close." With a nod of his head, the workman turned and left quickly.
Grace looked at Damon with wide eyes, a shocked expression on her face. "I didn't know he was there and he pinched my behind," she said and put a hand over her mouth. "Damon, I'm so sorry."
Damon glared again at the man's retreating back. "I'll be right back." He stepped away from Gracie and went after the other man.
Marion stepped up quickly and grabbed her son's arm. "Damon, where do you think you are going?" she asked as she stood in front of him, blocking his way. She was not about to have her boy brawling in the street like a common hooligan, the Wolffes were better than that.
Damon looked down at his mother. "That thing touched my Gracie." He growled. He looked back at Gracie and then to his mother again.
Marion had an iron grip on her son's arm. "Do you want to be brought up on charges? Do you want to ruin your career with this? If not, then you'd best settle yourself and just keep Gracie closer to you," she said in a voice of steel. Glancing to Gracie, she motioned her over. "Hold your man's arm and don't let him go. You can't be wandering around alone now. You are pretty and you will draw the wrong sorts of attention."
She turned her son's arm loose and looked at them both. "We need to finish up and then have some dinner, I'm famished. Gracie, do you have everything you want?"
"Yes ma'am," the little Indian replied and went to the register with her husband in tow to get the refund from the other items and pay for the new ones. Hopefully the amounts would be even.
Damon took a deep breath and turned back to focus on the cashier as she rang in the returns and then checked out the new purchases. He was startled to see the amount and looked to Gracie. "Twenty-five dollars, huh Grace?" He smiled at her and pulled out his bankbook to make up the difference. "One more stop before we get to dinner, mom, alright."
The Marine was going to put the largest rock he could afford on Gracie's finger so there would be no more doubts.
Once again on Damon's arm as they left the department store, Gracie looked up at Damon. "I used what I earned from gardening to pay for most of it. I didn't want to waste your savings," she said as Damon put the bags in the trunk of the car. By her calculations this had cost Damon thirty-seven dollars all told... maybe that wasn't too bad. Mother Wolffe had insisted on buying a wardrobe for an entire year in the tropical climate.
Damon held the back door open for her and she slid in gracefully as Mother Wolffe situated herself in the front seat. She had no idea where they were off to now, Damon had said one more stop, but she had nothing left to return.
"Gracie..." He looked up in the rear-view mirror and caught her eyes. "It's my job to take care of you, Pet and that was your money to spend on you. My savings is for us to use when needed." Damon drove the short distance to the Zales jewellery store and parked. He got out and opened the door for his mother then turned and did the same for Grant holding his arm out to her. "This though, I don't want you to hold back on. You will pick out a nice ring to wear with your band." He led them into the store and was immediately approached by the sales clerk.
Damon held up a hand. "It's close to our fifth year anniversary and I would like a nice ring for her. A half carat or better, please." He picked up Gracie's hand and studied it for a moment. "A pear cut I should think with a D colour."
He glanced at the clerk. "You do guarantee the colour and clarity of your stones? We'll need the certificate as well."
The clerk nodded and moved around the counter then unlocked the cabinet and pulled out a tray with loose stones. "Would Madam like to choose a stone?" He set a jeweller’s loop on the counter.
Gracie looked at the tray of stones and then back to Damon. She was lost, having no idea at all about things like this. Where she grew up, no one saw diamonds. She raised her hand to her mouth, not sure of what she should do. "I don't know Damon... you pick," she said nervously as the jeweller looked at her with an amused look on his face.
Damon smirked and picked up the tweezers and the loop. He settled it in his eye and plucked up a fairly large sized tear shaped diamond. He raised it to the light and watched it sparkle then moved it closer to the loop. He hummed and set it back down then chose another along the same lines however it was as close to flawless as he had ever seen. He nodded and showed Gracie the diamond. "Here this one's near perfect quality and got all four C's, what do you think?"
Gracie looked in awe at the stone and replied. "It looks big... and expensive," she breathed, not wanting to get too close to something like that. "It's beautiful."
Damon chuckled and passed the diamond to the jeweller. "This one please. It's not treated, is it?"
The clerk shook his head. "No sir and we have a disclosure for you if you wish it as well. In what would you like this stone mounted? We have White Gold, Blackhills Gold and Gold. Would you like to see a sample?" He removed the loose stones and set another tray on the counter.
Damon nodded and turned to Gracie again. "Would you like it to match your band? You can pick out the mounting and setting you like."
Gracie tugged Damon down so she could whisper in his ear. "Damon, I don't know anything about this, please don't make me pick and look like a fool." She turned him loose and gave the jeweller a pained look, wishing the floor could open and swallow her whole.
Marion made her way over after seeing Grace's discomfort and put her two cents in to help out. "Why don't you think a setting in the same gold as your wedding band would be precious?" Gracie nodded and took a deep breath before pointing at a style with a stone similar to the one Damon had picked out.
"Is that alright?" she asked softly.
Damon nodded. "Do you like that one?" He leaned close. "I didn't mean to put you on the spot, Pet. I just want you to have something nice." He kissed the side of her face and straightened back up.
He turned to the clerk. "I need it within the next two weeks please. We are shipping out soon."
The clerk nodded and placed the stone and ring in a small tray. He replaced his display tray and the moved over to the register. He added up the pricing and punched some numbers in the machine. "Twelve hundred fifty dollars, Sir. That includes the disclosure and certificate as well. The ring should be ready by next Friday."
Damon nodded and pulled out his bankbook.
Gracie's eyes got huge when she heard the total and she turned to Damon to stop him when Marion took her by the arm and led her to one side. "That's too much," Gracie whispered frantically, she couldn't let her husband spend his savings on that, for all she knew it was every penny he had. "I don't need something like that."
Marion shushed her and spoke quietly. "Honey, it's tradition to spend two months salary on a diamond. Anything less and he would be cheating you, making it seem like you weren't worth it, do you understand me? Now smile pretty and hold on to his arm like a good girl should." She squeezed Gracie's hands. "It's a beautiful ring, dear and I am certain it more than makes up for what we all went through just a few short years ago." She nodded to Gracie and smiled. "That's what the man's there for, honey. We put up with their shit and we get sparkles to show for it."
Gracie nodded and returned to her place by Damon's side, slipping her hand into the crook of his arm and listening as the he and jeweller went over details, holding out her hand to have her finger measured when asked. She looked up at him and smiled warmly. "Thank you Damon, I'll wear it proudly and treasure it always."
Damon smiled down at Gracie. "You're welcome, my Own. Now let's get some dinner."