Gabriel Brown: Collection of Short Alaskan Bush People Fan Fics

You Owe Me

"Did you add more fire to the stove?" You asked Gabe as you pulled your bare legs under the covers.

"Yep. We're good for the night." He pulled back the covers and slid into bed beside you. His thick arms reached around you and you wrapped your legs around his thighs. He was so warm.

"Tired?" Gabe asked as he pulled the elastic band from his ponytail and your hands immediately went to his hair to fluff out his curls.

"A little." You replied. You had reluctantly put him off for the last few nights because you had been so busy taking care of your sick daughter. So tonight was going to be all for him. And when you looked into his blue eyes and felt his strong hands on your hips, your body responded and your tiredness left you immediately.

"We can sleep if you want." Gabe always wanted you to be happy and you loved that about him. You have never seen him upset and you never wanted to. You loved your sweet, happy Gabe and you would do everything you could to keep him that way.

"No. Tell me what you want, Sweetheart." You slid your hands along his bare chest, feeling the swell of the muscles. Sliding your hands down his hips, you felt nothing between your hands and his soft skin. When had he slipped off the rest of his clothes?

"I want this." Gabe's hands slid your tank top up and over your head. Your breath quickened as he pulled you over on top of him. You felt one of his hands gliding along your thigh, one hand twining in your hair. You felt his other hand tapping gently on your foot.
His other hand?

"Mommy, Daddy, I can't sleep." The high pitched voice of your three year-old daughter cut through the haze of your passion.
"Do you want me to put her back to bed?" The disappointment in Gabe's voice made your heart and your body ache.

"No, sweetheart. I'll go. You stay here and wait for me. I'll be back before you know it." Struggling under the covers you pulled your tank top back over your head. Planting a big smile on your face you took your daughter's hand and led her back to her room.

"All done, Gabey." Your task completed, you closed the bedroom door behind you and yanked the tank top over your head. "Ready?" You crawled into the bed and pressed yourself tight against his back. He stirred just slightly, pulling your arm around his chest. But within seconds, his heavy snores filled the room. Sighing, you buried your nose in his soft curls and whispered.

"You owe me, Gabey."