Jungle Fever
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Category:
+G through L › Harvest Moon
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,874
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own harvest moon and earn nothing from writing this.
ch.3
Here's chapter three, thanks to littleolmee for the review, hope you enjoy the next oen 83
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"Mark? Mark, fish done." Mark groaned as his shoulder was shaken, sitting up slowly. The first thing he registered was that he was still at Shea's and the other was that he was still only clothed in the blanket. He was really warm from the fire and the smell of cooked fish hit his nose, Shea was holding a stick with a fish on it, cooked a hearty dark color. It certainly smelt good enough, and he sat up, taking the fish, Shea joined him on the ground eating silently. He absently wondered how long he had slept, it couldn't have been too long, fish didn't take a long time to cook after all. Only it was a lot darker out now, and he would need to go home soon, if he hurried back he could probably make it before it got too dark. For now he let his thoughts wander as he ate with Shea, enjoying the company as he normally didn't have any when he ate. Once done he was reluctant to leave, though Shea seemed just as worried he'd become lost in the jungle if night fell, and insisted he leave and come back during daylight.
"Mark be safe, no take too long going home." Shea said and waved, looking a bit put out Mark had to leave. Though he had said he would return and he intended to, Mark returned to visit Shea every day. He worked hard during the early morning hours, then rushed over to see Shea, he's even coerced the other to visit him once or twice. Shea had liked his place, and was greatly amused by his barn animals and of course his dog. Though as time passed Mark found himself becoming increasingly attached to Shea, he rarely went by a day without seeing the other and felt bad when he was unable to come visit him. Though he never broke a promise to visit if he knew he could make it, days when it rained or he didn't need to do as much work. Because of this though, Mark now found himself too exhausted to do anything, his face boiling and he could barely finish his chores. He remembered passing out in his house, a few hours he awoke to the feel of a cool cloth on his forehead.
"Mark need rest, lay back." Shea's voice floated to him, Mark was sure he was the large blurry blob in his vision. Though his eyes wouldn't focus it seemed, he sighed in relief when his forehead cooled a bit under the cloth. Mark wasn't sure what time it was, he drifted in and out of consciousness so often he could never tell for long. He was surprised though, that through out it all Shea remained by his side, changing his cloth and watching over him. When Mark finally awoke it was the middle of the night, the room was almost pitch black except for his small table lamp. Shea had pulled his small chair over, and was curled up sleeping in it. Mark found himself smiling at the image, and moved to get up, the need to stretch his legs and such made itself known. As he was leaving the bathroom, Mark heard a small crash, bolting out he saw a panicked Shea, head under the bed and apparently searching for him.
"Shea?" Shea moved back and rushed over, feeling Mark's head with the back of his hand before relaxing.
"Shea worry, Mark not there when Shea woke. Mark walk around before, very sick and not made sense." Shea explained, ushering him back to the bed and took the bowl of water to refill it with cooler water.
"Shea, when did you get here?" Shea continued to move around the room, settling the bowl down and handing Mark a smaller bowl of still warm stew.
"Shea came when Mark no show up, Shea worry cause you no send word you not make it. Then Shea walk, and other people no see Mark either. She found Mark on ground, head very hot." Shea said and looked worriedly at the other. "Mark is better now?" Shea's voice sounded so sad Mark found himself nodding before even thinking it through, he hadn't thought he was becoming a precious person to Shea as well. Though this proved Shea worried enough to search him out and care for him, which made Mark feel fluttery inside. He smiled and would have talked more had not Shea got on his case about eating something before he fell asleep again. It really was sweet, and it changed his views on Shea, he had never seen the other as a nurturing type before. He had assumed the hunter and gatherer was all there was to him, stupid but Shea had once told him he was surprised Mark did more then farm. He supposed it was for the better, for he found the more he learned about Shea, the more time he wished to spend with the other.
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"Mark? Mark, fish done." Mark groaned as his shoulder was shaken, sitting up slowly. The first thing he registered was that he was still at Shea's and the other was that he was still only clothed in the blanket. He was really warm from the fire and the smell of cooked fish hit his nose, Shea was holding a stick with a fish on it, cooked a hearty dark color. It certainly smelt good enough, and he sat up, taking the fish, Shea joined him on the ground eating silently. He absently wondered how long he had slept, it couldn't have been too long, fish didn't take a long time to cook after all. Only it was a lot darker out now, and he would need to go home soon, if he hurried back he could probably make it before it got too dark. For now he let his thoughts wander as he ate with Shea, enjoying the company as he normally didn't have any when he ate. Once done he was reluctant to leave, though Shea seemed just as worried he'd become lost in the jungle if night fell, and insisted he leave and come back during daylight.
"Mark be safe, no take too long going home." Shea said and waved, looking a bit put out Mark had to leave. Though he had said he would return and he intended to, Mark returned to visit Shea every day. He worked hard during the early morning hours, then rushed over to see Shea, he's even coerced the other to visit him once or twice. Shea had liked his place, and was greatly amused by his barn animals and of course his dog. Though as time passed Mark found himself becoming increasingly attached to Shea, he rarely went by a day without seeing the other and felt bad when he was unable to come visit him. Though he never broke a promise to visit if he knew he could make it, days when it rained or he didn't need to do as much work. Because of this though, Mark now found himself too exhausted to do anything, his face boiling and he could barely finish his chores. He remembered passing out in his house, a few hours he awoke to the feel of a cool cloth on his forehead.
"Mark need rest, lay back." Shea's voice floated to him, Mark was sure he was the large blurry blob in his vision. Though his eyes wouldn't focus it seemed, he sighed in relief when his forehead cooled a bit under the cloth. Mark wasn't sure what time it was, he drifted in and out of consciousness so often he could never tell for long. He was surprised though, that through out it all Shea remained by his side, changing his cloth and watching over him. When Mark finally awoke it was the middle of the night, the room was almost pitch black except for his small table lamp. Shea had pulled his small chair over, and was curled up sleeping in it. Mark found himself smiling at the image, and moved to get up, the need to stretch his legs and such made itself known. As he was leaving the bathroom, Mark heard a small crash, bolting out he saw a panicked Shea, head under the bed and apparently searching for him.
"Shea?" Shea moved back and rushed over, feeling Mark's head with the back of his hand before relaxing.
"Shea worry, Mark not there when Shea woke. Mark walk around before, very sick and not made sense." Shea explained, ushering him back to the bed and took the bowl of water to refill it with cooler water.
"Shea, when did you get here?" Shea continued to move around the room, settling the bowl down and handing Mark a smaller bowl of still warm stew.
"Shea came when Mark no show up, Shea worry cause you no send word you not make it. Then Shea walk, and other people no see Mark either. She found Mark on ground, head very hot." Shea said and looked worriedly at the other. "Mark is better now?" Shea's voice sounded so sad Mark found himself nodding before even thinking it through, he hadn't thought he was becoming a precious person to Shea as well. Though this proved Shea worried enough to search him out and care for him, which made Mark feel fluttery inside. He smiled and would have talked more had not Shea got on his case about eating something before he fell asleep again. It really was sweet, and it changed his views on Shea, he had never seen the other as a nurturing type before. He had assumed the hunter and gatherer was all there was to him, stupid but Shea had once told him he was surprised Mark did more then farm. He supposed it was for the better, for he found the more he learned about Shea, the more time he wished to spend with the other.