Joshua Bam Bam Brown: Collection of Short Alaskan Bush People Fan Fics

Pictures

"Wake me when we get there." You lay back on the small pile of blankets you had tossed on the deck of your boat. Bam nodded his head in your general direction and turned his attention back to piloting your boat toward the beach.

When you purchased the boat, she was named "Purple Girl" and her outer hull had been painted a bright color of purple from bow to stern. You loved that color on your new boat and you fully embraced her color scheme and had re-covered the deck seats in the same color of purple. Your boat stood out from all the rest and everyone in town recognized you and Purple Girl whenever you pulled into the dock.

That is how you met Bam. He was standing on the dock in Hoonah, staring at your 25 foot fishing boat and frowning at the large flag blowing from the mast. It was a silkscreened figure of a purple girl with her right arm raised over her head, waving. You had worked hard on that figure and you were particularly proud of her curly purple hair.

"Hey!" Bam called over to you, stirring you from your nap. You let your eyes travel over Bam's backside for a few seconds. It never got old. His hair was pulled back into his usual ponytail and he was wearing a tight black tank top so you could see the compass tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. You would have to make sure to press your lips to that tattoo before he put his jacket back on.

"Hey!" You called back as you sat up and unwound your legs from the tangle of blankets. "Are we there yet?"
"Almost. Come take the wheel. I'd like to get some pictures of the beach."

Bam always had his camera with him and he loved to capture the beauty of the world around him. His eye for detail was amazing and he could easily bring out objects in a photo that you might never have seen.

You stretched your arms out and yawned as you made your way over to Bam. True to your promise, you placed your hands on his waist and pressed your lips to the compass tattoo. His skin was cool and you slid your arms further around him and buried your face in his curls.
"Five seconds." You whispered. "Then I'll let you go." You loved his man so much. He could be so serious one minute and then bust out with the craziest comment the next.
"Neither one of us has a watch. Let me hear your 'Mississippi's'. Bam held up his thumb to get you started on your counting. "One, Mississippi..."
"Oh, never mind." You laughed. "Give me the wheel."
"It's not technically possible for me to give you the wheel because it's attached to the boat, but if you let me go you can take hold of the wheel."
"Aaarrgh." You groaned. "Wait a minute. Why was it ok a minute ago for you to tell me to "take the wheel", but I get a smartass comment when I say "give me the wheel?"
Bam let go of the wheel and grabbed your hands, placing them on the warm wood. "You have to be quicker than that. You lost your chance." He smiled as he kissed your cheek and gave your butt a little squeeze. "I'll be right back."

You watched as Bam snagged his camera out of his bag and moved toward the port side of the boat. You turned the wheel to guide the boat to give him a better view of the beach. As you gazed over the starboard side of the boat into the open water, you closed your eyes and let the midday sun warm your face. You turned your face from side to side to warm your cheeks and then sighed happily as you dropped your head.

"Beautiful." You heard Bam say from beside you. Whipping your head around, you smiled and brushed your hair out of your eyes as you realized Bam was taking pictures of you.
"Stop it." You shook your head, embarrassed.
You didn't like to have your picture taken and Bam was always sneaking up on you.

Sometimes you secretly flipped through his camera roll to see what was on it and you were always surprised at how many pictures there were of you. Sometimes there were pictures of the two of you and sometimes there were sexy selfies Bam took of himself. Those were your favorite. His eyes, his smile, his body. You couldn't get enough. But mostly there were pictures of you. He always told you it was because he liked taking pictures of beautiful things and you were more beautiful than anything else in nature.

Dropping Purple Girl's anchor, Bam secured the boat as close to the beach as was possible. He took your hand and led you back to the pile of blankets and lowered himself down, pulling you down beside him.
"Selfies." He announced as he held the camera out at arm's length.
"No more pictures." You groaned and hid your face in his neck.
"I'll stop taking pictures of you when you stop being beautiful." Bam leaned his face close to yours and began kissing you deeply and you could hear the clicking of the camera still held in his hand.

"You're going to delete those, right?" You pulled away to ask.
"I'll delete them when you stop being beautiful."