Noah Brown. A collection of Alaskan Bush People Fan Fiction stories

Loud

The last thing you wanted to do was to make Noah mad. He was usually very calm and even-tempered and you loved him with all of your heart. But those creepy bugs and bats in jars were starting to make you a little queasy. You moved quickly from one shelf to the next, trying to find room for your small pile of belongings.

You hadn't brought that much with you and you certainly hadn't accumulated that much more in the few weeks you had been in Brown Town. It just didn't seem possible that you couldn't find even six inches of free space on that shelf. Finally, frustrated after coming face to face with the ugliest spider in a jar you had ever seen, you roughly pushed aside enough creepiness to make space for your toiletries.

"Hey! Be careful with those." Noah warned loudly from behind you. Angry, you resisted the urge to swing around and hurl the ugly spider jar at his head.

"It's a dead spider in a jar, honey." Your voice oozed with fake sweetness. "What? Do you think I'm going to kill it again?" Noah dipped his head and raised one eyebrow. So much for not making him mad.

You used to love to see that raised eyebrow. It was so smoldering and sexy. But you had started seeing it a lot as the two of you adjusted to being husband and wife. And quite frankly, you had seen enough of it.

"Oh, stop it." You snapped. "I don't need to get that look from you, Noah Brown." Your plan was to stomp past him and out the door. But just as you moved by him, his arm snaked out and snagged you around the waist.

"My dear, I will look at you however I want for as long as I want." Noah's arm tightened around you and he crushed you to him.

"Whoa..." You whispered as the breath was forced out of you. "Where did this attitude come from?" Not that you were complaining, but it was so different from the way he had always responded to you.

"We should probably sit down and have a little talk." Noah's lips brushed yours and it was starting to get difficult to concentrate, but you knew he was serious so you nodded your head.

"Ohhh-kayyy." You drew out the word as he backed into his rolling chair and sat down, pulling you onto his lap.

"I know you've been having a hard time adjusting to living here in the bush." His hands firmly held your thighs and you slid your hands along the front of his shirt. He was wearing the white one with the laces in front that made him look like a sensual bush pirate. You wiggled your butt just a little to get comfortable on his lap and you were pleased to see Noah smile at your movements.

"Settle down, my dear. We're going to talk first. OK?" His voice was soft and gentle and his hands were warm on your legs. You felt your anger begin to recede.

"OK." You resisted the urge to wiggle your butt one more time.

"It hasn't been easy for you to come from the city to live out here in the wilderness." He was right. It was the hardest thing you had ever done, but you had done it for Noah. And every day he proved to you he was worth it. "But we have to learn to share this tent until we get something larger built for the two of us."

Living in the thin-walled tent had been an issue between you from the first day you were in Brown Town. After a two day honeymoon in Juneau, you came back to Brown Town to start you lives together. The first night in the tent, Noah had grabbed you from behind and playfully pulled you in for a hug. Your excited squeals caused both of his eyebrows to shoot up.

"Shhh." He had warned. "Someone might hear you."

"Are you kidding me?" You had practically yelled and Noah had slid one hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. "I can't be quiet when you touch me. You know that." You whisper-growled back at him.

"Yes, I've known that since the honeymoon." His grin made you forget his warning and you giggled loudly as you turned to face him.

"I mean it. Hush." Noah was serious now. And you couldn't believe you were going to have to live your life with the man of your dreams having to stifle your groans of passion. This couldn't be happening! You turned your face up to his and used one finger to move his chin so that he was looking directly at you.

"I want a cabin with thick walls and insulation far enough away so no one can hear what's going on inside." You had insisted as you tapped his chin with your finger.

"I want that too." He agreed. "But I have one last invention I need to complete before I can start on our cabin."

That had been weeks ago and you were still living in the tent and you were still having to keep a tight lid on your passionate outbursts whenever you and Noah were together.

"Noah, really." You stroked his cheek as you formed the words you needed to say. "I can't take it anymore. You either build me a cabin with some privacy NOW, or I'm going to get loud tonight."

Watching the expression on your husband's face was a little like watching a train wreck. As the saying goes, it was painful to watch but you just couldn't look away. The frown on his face was followed by a puzzled look and then that was followed by a questioning look and somewhere in there was a little bit of fear. You stared boldly back at him and forced all expression except confidence from your eyes. Even so, he had no idea how scared you were that he would simply dump you off his lap onto the floor and say no to both your demands.

"OK." Noah patted your hip and buried his nose in the softness of your hair. Your heart began to pound loudly in your chest as you anticipated his next words. "Let's get loud."

Your yelp of joy was deafening. Grinning widely, Noah clapped one hand over his ear.

Later that night as Noah's kisses ignited every part of you, the sounds coming from your tent could be heard clearly.

"Finally." Bear muttered to himself in the treehouse as he pulled his zebra pillow over his head.

"I was starting to wonder about those two." Bam shook his head and stuffed more insulation between the wall boards of the trapper shack.

In the main cabin, Billy and Ami sighed with relief. "It's about time." They smiled.