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Bittersweet	By : TaimaMarie Category: Reality TV > Jackass Views: 2004 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Bam Margera, Ryan Dunn, Ville Valo, Raab, Dico, or any other celebrity mentioned. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“Bam, I...” Lenny's voice was scratchy. She cleared her throat and reached again for her glass of water. Her fiancé frowned.

“Is your throat sore again? When are you going to go to the doctor?” this had become a recurrence in their house. Lenny rolled her eyes and cleared her throat one more time.

“It's because of allergies, baby. Just allergies.”

“Right...” he rolled his chair back from his editing equipment. It was strange, he thought how, this had ceased to be his editing room. It was now their office. One day, she came in dragging her laptop.

“I'm getting kind of lonely all by myself in my office. All the way down the hall.” she mumbled, looking down at her feet. “Do you think I could work in here, just for today?”

Bam had agreed with a smirk. She perched on an extra chair. The next day, there was a TV tray waiting for her use. A week or so after that, Bam decided that she needed to have a desk in there. Working on the TV tray made it hard for her to have any reference books she needed, and she had said she didn't want to clutter up his floor with all her books.

So he had her desk brought in. Lenny stepped in the day it was brought in and smiled, her face glowing with surprise and pleasure. He even brought in that huge rolling chair he had bought for her when the office was first set up.

Little things soon found their way into the work space. That picture of she and Holden at the lake. A picture of her mother. Her brother's obituary, framed and hanging on the wall right behind her. And even though Bam wasn't religion at all, he didn't even murmur when Helena brought in a small wooden crucifix to hang above the obituary.

The two of them had fallen into a comfortable rhythm of working together. Helena had a habit of plugging herself into a pair of headphones as her fingers flew across the keyboard, pounding out a beat that made Bam think of music.

Bam had a habit of chewing loudly on some gum, blowing bubbles when he was trying to finish a video. He would spin around in the chair and stare at the ceiling in a beautifully thoughtful way that Lenny would often stare at from the corner of her eyes. He was impossible not to look at sometimes.

It was endearing, too, when Helena had a block. She was always fiercely concentrating. Her fingers would hover over the board, not quite tapping, and she'd rip the headphones out of her ears. She'd pace around the room, running her hands along the wall before going to stare out the window.

Sometimes she'd fly to the white board he'd hung up on one wall for her use and scrawl something with one of the markers. He could never really decipher her handwriting, but it usually seemed important. Especially if she drew a box around it and underlined it a billion times.

More than once, she had looked up, taken off her headphones, and said a line or two of dialogue. Bam quickly learned that she didn't want him to ask questions about what she was talking about, she just wanted to hear what she was writing out loud. Sometimes he would give her the benefit of a nod or a shake of the head if what she said sounded really great or strangely terrible.

Bam liked to to have her come and sit on his lap to watch each finished segment. Once again, he didn't want questions asked about where it was going or what it was for. He wanted her raw reaction to the dialogue and the filming. If her face was completely blank and confused, he knew he had more work to do. If she seemed interested, her head cocked to the side, he knew it was good and could work in the film.

And sometimes, there were just the quiet evenings of them laying together on the floor, surrounded by the smell of her books, dusty and old, and the smell of his equipment, electric and almost oily.

The first time they made love there, it had been shortly after her revenge. She was frustrated, unable to work past the block. She was up and pacing, and he was done for the night. Outside it was the first really WARM night of the year. The snow was melted, and the puddles left behind were starting to dry up.

“It won't work.” she growled, glaring out the window.

“What won't work?” Bam looked up from a screen where he was giving something one last view over.

“None of it.” she crossed over to him and straddled him in the chair. Her lips crashed into his. Bam took her hips in his hands and returned the kiss. He loved the nights when she was restless and dominant. It wasn't often this side of her came out, so he had come to relish the times she did appear.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Bam asked when they broke apart for air.

“The only thing I really want to talk about right now is what position you're
going to put me in.” Lenny smirked as Bam's jaw dropped. It was all he could do not to throw her to the floor right then.

But he restrained himself and managed to ease her down onto the floor. He set her on all fours and lifted her skirt, pulled down the panties her had bought for her just recently, a silky black pair when she confessed to not really knowing what was sexy when it came to underthings.

Bam undid his belt and button while pressing kisses to the back of her neck. Lenny, always obedient, managed to stay in one place, though he could see her thighs shaking with anticipation.

When he did enter her, she cried out. He swore he could feel every nerve in her body coming alive.

But now was not about sex. Now she needed something. He watched her unwrap a cough drop, the kind she had been eating like they were candy for the past two weeks and pop it into her mouth. He was getting sick of the sickly cherry flavor that seemed to be in her mouth all the time now.

“What do you need, baby?” he asked, tenderly.

“I just wanted to say I picked a date. If it's okay with you.”

Bam glanced at the circled date on her little calendar. He raised an eyebrow and sat back in his chair, stretching his arms up to try and get his back to pop into place. Helena watched, rolling the cough drop around her tongue.

“You really want to get married in the wintertime?”

“Yes.”

“You realize that's the time of year a lot of people are busy with family obligations and stuff like that, don't you, Lenny? I mean, that isn't the traditional time of year to get married.” he eyed the January date with a frown.

“Since when have we ever done anything the traditional way?” Lenny rolled her eyes. Bam chuckled.

“I guess you're right about that. Okay, fine. We'll get married in the middle of January, when we're apt to have a blizzard and give April something else to worry about.” he joked.

“I knew you'd see it my way.” Lenny grinned and perched on his lap. He cuddled her close as he turned a television on to review the final cut of yet another CKY video.

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“You're getting married in the snow?” April stared. “That is one of the most insane things I have ever heard, Bam. Half the people aren't going to be able to show up because of plane delays!”

“I know that.” he shrugged.

“So why in the world are you going to do it?”

“It's what she wants.” he said simply.
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