disclaimer: the boys aren't mine. i just play with them for my own entertainment.
cumulative: NC-17
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!
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over the river and through the woods
part 21
Morning announced itself with the sun's warmth and bright rays that managed to find their way beneath my eyelids. I was no longer wrapped in Heero's arms but he was still beside me and if I wasn't mistaken; still asleep. I smiled as I turned toward him and tried not to disturb him as I wriggled myself out of the sleeping bag. I reached for my shorts as I crawled from inside its warmth and shook them out a bit before putting them on.
I stood in the center of our campsite for a moment before taking my leave for the bathroom with a bar of soap in hand. I returned 20 minutes later to my still sleeping lover and decided against waking him.
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The final day of vacation was always strange for me. It approached with a modest amount of trepidation, but once here, the urge to return home took over any former reluctance; and this time it was no different.
I stoked the fire to hasten the process; moving the coffee pot until it was seated over the hottest part of the fire. I got the milk from the cooler and placed the container in the center of the table and sat on the bench brushing my hair as I watched Heero sleep.
It had been months since either of us had been plagued by nightmares. I knew that the fact that they were dwindling was a positive thing and we both hoped that they would eventually stop altogether. But they weren't the only reminders of our past and oddly enough they weren't even responsible for the most painful memories; those came by simply living. I tried to suppress the feeling of guilt that my handling of Heero's emotions last night raised. I justified my actions and convinced myself that Heero would have done the same if the situation had been reversed. We'd had that conversation so many times; and always without resolve... and I'd long ago come to terms with the fact that there was none and that there never would be; he knew it as well.
I reached back with both hands and separated my hair and began to braid it.
Looking at him like this reminded me that what we had went beyond normal love and physical desire; there also was need... the need to be understood and to understand. It was perhaps the single most important aspect of our relationship yet it had seamlessly entwined itself into everything we did so that it was barely noticeable to a casual observer. I couldn't help but smile as I thought about it. It had happened without conscious thought and was borne out of years of just being together. With my limited knowledge and experience, I assumed that it was typical... that couples just learned to read one another like that and modify their behavior to accommodate their partners feelings.. but then again; we were anything but typical.
I tied the end of my braid off with a thin white ribbon and moved the coffee pot off to the side so that it would stay warm.
Within minutes, he roused from sleep and looked up at me and I greeted him with a wide smile. "Morning."
"Morning." He looked over at the fire and then back up at me. "You made coffee?"
"Yup. I've been up for a while."
"Anxious to go home?"
"Yeah.. even though I love it here."
He reached for his shorts and put them on before crawling out of the sleeping bag; stretching as he stood to drive the sleep from his body while letting out a huge yawn.
I removed the pot from the fire and sat it on the end of the table; letting it cool for a few minutes before pouring it.
Heero relieved himself in the woods off to the left and washed his hands with the soap we'd left on the ground beside the small water jug we'd hung there for that very reason.
He reentered camp and flicked the water from his fingertips at me as he approached. "I'm starved."
We ate breakfast in a hurry, thoroughly enjoying the donuts and bringing up the topic of the business again. I suggested to Heero that we drive by and inquire further about it before we left. He readily agreed.
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It took us about two hours to pack our things up; disassembling and trying to get the tent back into its way too tiny nylon bag taking up a greater portion of that time.
We put the fire out with the water that was left in the jug and I folded it into a small square and tucked it into my pack before zipping it. I looked at Heero when I'd finished. "I guess that does it." I smiled toward him.
He took one last look around the site from his position beside me and nodded.
I bent to pick up the bag of trash and he took the cooler in hand and we started our journey back up the mountain; our packs substantially lighter than on the trip down.
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Arriving at the car an hour and forty minutes later, Heero unlocked the door and took the camera out from under the front seat, setting it on the trunk of the car.
"Stay there." he told me. He peered into the viewfinder and adjusted the angle of the camera and depressed the release button before making his way to where I stood.
"Kiss me." he ordered, pulling me toward him and allowing me to do just that as I heard the shudder click. I was in no rush to end the kiss and so I didn't.
"Did you get the mountain in there too?" I asked after Heero broke the kiss a minute or two later.
"Course." he smiled
He stepped back and we both removed our packs and put everything into the trunk. He slid behind the wheel and I into the passenger seat and we drove the three hours home; his one arm draped over my shoulder and my head resting on his.
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"It's Sunday afternoon and we made it home safe and we're all unpacked. It was an easy chore actually, everything pretty much falling into the 'dirty laundry' or 'dirty dishes' category. The first thing we did after that was take a nice, hot shower.... with shower curtains and a massaging shower head. It felt damned good.... as did sleeping in our own bed."
"Tomorrow, things will be back to normal.... up at 7... to work at 9.. home again at a little after 6. I really shouldn't complain. We both like what we do... even if it reminds us a bit to much of our past sometimes. I figured that's why Heero brought up the whole 'donut shop' thing. It would be nice to do something without consequence once in a while and it would be cool if we lived up there in season. I'd hate to think what the winter's might be like. We haven't ruled it out."
"You hear that?"
"Of course you didn't... I'm being facetious. It's Heero. He's playing carpenter up in our bedroom.... been at it all morning. Bet you're wondering what he's doing up there? I tried to peek earlier, but he caught me and locked the door; I'm pretty sure I know what he's up to."
"Who are you talking to?"
"Speak of the devil."
"So you were talking about me?"
"Yeah.. your name came up. I'm just doing a little closing monologue for our readers."
"Hn. Did they enjoy themselves?"
"I think so... I know I did. So, you finished up there?"
"Yeah."
"Can they come up with us too?"
"If they want to"
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"You like?"
Our bedroom is small as you can see.
What little available floor space there was is now gone, replaced by two thick wooden posts... and the hammock slung in between them.
He's also gotten the only picture we'd taken during our trip developed and enlarged and its nailed to the wall just behind it.
I look out the bedroom window and down to the concrete jungle that we call home 4 stories below.... and then over at the little haven that Heero had recreated... trees and all.
They're potted and no where near as tall as those in the Adirondacks and they're not even the same variety....... but I've a good imagination.
"It's perfect... I love it."
"I thought you might."
"Doesn't look very sturdy though. Think it can hold us both?"
"There's only one way to find out..."
God, how I love that smirk.
But I think you already knew that......
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