heero: you're a vouyer..
jana: and if i am?

disclaimer: the boys aren't mine. i just play with them for my own entertainment.
title: over the river and through the woods
author: jana
rating: NC-17
archive: shinigami&wing http://www.1X2X1.org
warnings: yaoi, AU, OOC, POV, PWP, lemon, sap
spoliers: you're kidding....right?
pairings: 1X2X1... do i ever write anything else?!?!
notes: this one is for d_huron, who is unrelenting in his pleas to get a lemon out of me! i made him wait so long... just to watch him squirm.
additional notes: future parts of this fic may or may not include: vouyerism, masturbation, a little kinkyness, a touch of my odd sense of humor, poison ivy and things you should definitely not try at home!


Over the River and Through the Woods
Part 8


I woke.. sometime later. I'm not exactly sure how much time had passed, but the fire was barely glowing, which led me to believe the more than a few hours had gone by. Heero was lying beside me, the two of us tucked inside the envelope of our sleeping bag. I had no recollection of how I'd gotten there.. such were the side effects of mind-blowing sex. I smiled and curled myself around Heero, easily falling back to sleep.

After sleeping for what must have been another several hours later, I rose to the harsh morning sun in my eyes and Heero predictably not beside me. I have mentioned that after five years I was used to it... I was... I never claimed to have liked it. I craned my neck to look around the site, but could see no trace of him. That in itself wasn't odd, the fact that there wasn't a pot of coffee on the fire or the table was highly suspect.

Coffee was his number one priority in the morning, it was the first thing he did when he got up. He was totally predictable in that one respect. A pang of anxiety hit me and my mind supplied with me visions I could surely have lived without. Bears. Black Bears. I recalled the huge warning signs plastered all over the booth as we entered the park. "Shit." I panicked.

Sitting up quickly, I tried to apply logic to my sudden fear. We had followed all the rules... our food was hung high from a tree... trash tied up and set beside the water downstream. I reached over to grab my shorts and put them on as fast as I could and stood, canvassing the site for any signs of .... anything. I saw nothing noticeably unusual and began searching high and low, sneaking around the campsite on my tiptoes.

"What are you doing?"

I jumped and turned suddenly, startled by hearing his voice, "Heero!" I called out.

"Guilty." he replied, setting the water jug down at the end of the table while looking toward me. "Why are you running around half dressed?" he asked.

I looked down at my naked chest and unfastened shorts and back up at Heero, zipping them as I smiled at him. "Umm.... I was looking for you."

"Ahhh..." he mused, filling the pot with water. "We were out of water." he continued, measuring the coffee into the metal basket. He sat on the bench and looked over to where I stood. "And now that you've found me?"

I grinned and walked toward him, seating myself on his lap and wrapping my both arms around him.

"You're trembling." he noted.

"Yeah...well. You scared me..."

He looked up at me, confused and rightly so.

I let out a small nervous giggle, "Never mind. So, what's for breakfast?"

I had shifted to get up off of his lap, when he pulled me back down for a kiss.

"We reek." I grinned, pulling back from the kiss. I hadn't noticed it before now, no idea how I could have missed it.

He looked up at me with a huge grin. "Yeah. Can I interest you in a cold shower?"

I offered him a very distasteful face in return, almost wincing in pain at the idea.

"We'll take it together this time." he told me, shifting to rise and forcing me to a stand. "Okay?"

The idea sounded great, well, as great as the idea of a freezing shower could get. "What if someone comes in. No shower curtains, remember?" I asked.

"They won't." he reassured me. "We haven't seen a soul since we've been down here."

He was right, I could hardly believe that I was actually thinking of turning down the opportunity.

Nodding, we gathered our stuff and left camp.


The showering event came off without incident and I mean.... any kind of incident.

There are certain parts of the male anatomy that don't stand up well in freezing water. I'm sure you find that very amusing. Ha Ha. We didn't. It's rather embarrassing, even when you're with someone who is well aware that your dick isn't normally 2 inches long and shriveled up like a prune.

The whole process had taken us precisely 4.5 minutes.... some of the longest 4.5 minutes I could ever recall spending. I had just washed my hair last night and kept it out of the spray, but Heero had opted to wash his again . One word came to mind: masochist.

I thought about the alternatives to what we had just done as we walked back to camp. There wasn't a great deal to think about; we either had to limit our activities to those times when we felt like trekking back up the mountain; stop having sex alltogehter or deal with the Nordic showers; I decided I could easily force myself get used to them.

I looked over at Heero who was still toweling what he could of the icy water from his hair as we walked. I couldn't see his face, but the rest of him was in plain view; mine for the ogling. The muscles in his upper arms flexed as he worked the towel though his hair. I marveled at how they sent ripples down his chest and abdomen. He was wearing nothing but a pair of skin tight black cutoffs and his hiking boots.

I was rock hard.

I knew we'd be hitting the showers again before the day was through. How bittersweet.....


Entering camp, Heero started a fire and set the coffee pot on it, while I got out the cereal, milk and the rest of the stuff we needed for breakfast.

I sat beside him as we ate, still spooked about the whole bear thing. I wasn't being wimpy, I mean, they seemed to be nice enough creatures and all and I hoped they felt the same about me. I really didn't know much about them and no one bothered to mention this to me while singing the praises of this place. I turned toward Heero. "Did you bring your gun?"

"What?.... No."

"Knife?" I asked.

He shifted to face me. "What the hell is up with you this morning?"

Picture a huge sweatdrop at my left temple, cause if this were manga.... it would be there.


I outwardly cringed at having to tell Heero what had happened earlier. After all, we had managed to survive our childhoods and two major wars. The idea of death back then just wasn't nearly as scary as it was now... now I had something to live for. To end up as lunch after all we had been through would just have been a huge travesty of justice.

I quickly ran through this mornings scenario. It seemed ridiculous as I explained it to Heero... irrational even. I was getting soft in my old age and I was sure that Heero would mention the stupidity of my actions when I finished my hectic little monologue. "And then I heard you ask me what I was doing......"

I looked over at him when I was through.... he was smiling; not the reaction I expected.

"I'm glad you're amused."

"They are just as afraid of us as we are of them." he informed me.

It took a minute for my mind to register what he'd just said. "As we are afraid of them?" I asked. "As in you're saying that you are scared of them too?"

He shook his head. "Not scared, just reverently cautious. It would suck to end up as lunch."

I laughed. "My thoughts exactly."

He continued speaking, filling me in on what he had taken the time to read in the newspaper we'd received when we registered at the park several days earlier. The education left me feeling somewhat relieved, but still a touch nervous; I'd be spending the rest of the week looking over my shoulder.



the hammock is up next....