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Title: White Out: Chapter 6.
Author: Miss Jezebel.
Pairing: Bam and Ville.
Rating: PG.
Summary: A terrible blizzard leaves Ville stranded, alone in his cabin. But, as fate would have it, he gets an unexpected visitor.
Disclaimer: If anything, Bam and Ville own me. Original idea came from a short story of the same name by Linda Howard.
Authors Notes: As I have stated, this is the sixth and final installment of White Out. Sorry it's so short, and maybe a bit rushed, but I had run out of ideas. (I never inteded for it to be this long.) That said, I think I gave it a proper ending, one we can all like. Enjoy!
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It was after midnight when Bam finally crawled in bed and wrapped his arms around Ville’s tiny waist. The two men had co-existed in an uncomfortable silence from the moment Bam had returned inside from shoveling the densely packed snow.
Bam placed a gentle, almost hesitant kiss against a creamy shoulder, and spoke with his lips still pressed against the skin. “I have a confession to make,” he said, placing another series of butterfly kisses down the middle of Ville’s back. “But I don’t want to you say anything until I’m finished, okay?”
Ville nodded for Bam to continue, unconsciously burrowing further into the heat of his body.
“I-I think I’m in love with you. I know everything happened too fast, but... I know what I feel. From the moment I opened my eyes and saw your face, I wanted you.” He paused, but true to his word, Ville didn’t respond. “So...”
Ville felt his chest tighten, the familiar sting of tears welling in his eyes. “So?” he repeated.
“So... what do you think? Are you in this with me or am I totally fucking crazy?”
Without leaving Bam’s embrace, Ville turned to look at him. “I probably love you, too.”
“Probably?” Ville couldn’t help the smile that broke across his face as he nestled closer to his wonderful, crazy American.
“Definitely.”
“Say it for me?” he pleaded, the need for reassurance dripping from his voice.
“I love you, Bam Margera, I do. But we really should take our time, get to know each other-“
He gave a low laugh. “Take our time? Get to know each other? It’s a little late for that, isn’t it?”
Ville had no answer, because too much had happened in too short a time. He felt as if the past day had been weeks long. Thrown together as they had been under extreme circumstances, he had seen the American in a multitude of situations, but he knew that his first dazed, deliriously joyous impression of him had been accurate.
“Marry me, Ville. As soon as possible. Come with me to Oulu to finish my project and come be with me in America.”
“You’re sure? What will all your friends and family say about- me?”
“They’ll love you because I love you, and if they don’t, fuck ‘em.” Bam continued, rambling too fast for Ville to interrupt. “But if you don’t want to come with me, then we’ll stay here. I can handle spending the rest of my life in this cabin. What I can’t handle is spending the rest of my life without you.” Bam paused, thoughtfully running his fingertips down the curve of Ville’s flawless cheek. “Or, if you like, we don’t have to go to America. We can just get on a plane and go wherever it takes us. All you have to do is say the word and I will give you the world. I swear I will.”
Unable to hold back any longer, Ville wrapped his arms around Bam’s neck and kissed him until they were both breathless.
“Word.”
Author: Miss Jezebel.
Pairing: Bam and Ville.
Rating: PG.
Summary: A terrible blizzard leaves Ville stranded, alone in his cabin. But, as fate would have it, he gets an unexpected visitor.
Disclaimer: If anything, Bam and Ville own me. Original idea came from a short story of the same name by Linda Howard.
Authors Notes: As I have stated, this is the sixth and final installment of White Out. Sorry it's so short, and maybe a bit rushed, but I had run out of ideas. (I never inteded for it to be this long.) That said, I think I gave it a proper ending, one we can all like. Enjoy!
[1] [2] [3.1] [3.2] [4] [5]
It was after midnight when Bam finally crawled in bed and wrapped his arms around Ville’s tiny waist. The two men had co-existed in an uncomfortable silence from the moment Bam had returned inside from shoveling the densely packed snow.
Bam placed a gentle, almost hesitant kiss against a creamy shoulder, and spoke with his lips still pressed against the skin. “I have a confession to make,” he said, placing another series of butterfly kisses down the middle of Ville’s back. “But I don’t want to you say anything until I’m finished, okay?”
Ville nodded for Bam to continue, unconsciously burrowing further into the heat of his body.
“I-I think I’m in love with you. I know everything happened too fast, but... I know what I feel. From the moment I opened my eyes and saw your face, I wanted you.” He paused, but true to his word, Ville didn’t respond. “So...”
Ville felt his chest tighten, the familiar sting of tears welling in his eyes. “So?” he repeated.
“So... what do you think? Are you in this with me or am I totally fucking crazy?”
Without leaving Bam’s embrace, Ville turned to look at him. “I probably love you, too.”
“Probably?” Ville couldn’t help the smile that broke across his face as he nestled closer to his wonderful, crazy American.
“Definitely.”
“Say it for me?” he pleaded, the need for reassurance dripping from his voice.
“I love you, Bam Margera, I do. But we really should take our time, get to know each other-“
He gave a low laugh. “Take our time? Get to know each other? It’s a little late for that, isn’t it?”
Ville had no answer, because too much had happened in too short a time. He felt as if the past day had been weeks long. Thrown together as they had been under extreme circumstances, he had seen the American in a multitude of situations, but he knew that his first dazed, deliriously joyous impression of him had been accurate.
“Marry me, Ville. As soon as possible. Come with me to Oulu to finish my project and come be with me in America.”
“You’re sure? What will all your friends and family say about- me?”
“They’ll love you because I love you, and if they don’t, fuck ‘em.” Bam continued, rambling too fast for Ville to interrupt. “But if you don’t want to come with me, then we’ll stay here. I can handle spending the rest of my life in this cabin. What I can’t handle is spending the rest of my life without you.” Bam paused, thoughtfully running his fingertips down the curve of Ville’s flawless cheek. “Or, if you like, we don’t have to go to America. We can just get on a plane and go wherever it takes us. All you have to do is say the word and I will give you the world. I swear I will.”
Unable to hold back any longer, Ville wrapped his arms around Bam’s neck and kissed him until they were both breathless.
“Word.”