Out of this World

Chapter Four

I ignore the screams of my bladder for as long as I can before my eyes jerk open in annoyance. I let out a muffled groan into my fur blanket thing. I feel like I slept for an accumulative 2 seconds, both of those seconds spent with one eye open.

As my eyes adjust, I take in the cabin around me. It's pretty big, but the problem I'm facing is the lack of possible bathrooms. The 4 doors I'm seeing make up the entrance and each of their bedrooms. Looking at the kitchen area I see no sink which brings me to the horrid conclusion: they don't have indoor plumbing.

The fact that I'm covered in a giant fur pelt right now should have been a clue but it doesn't stop the silent curses that fill my head. Wrapping the fur around my shoulders I stand up and leave the warmth of the fire place. I take slow steps to the front door, trying my best not to wake anyone.

The front door is a monster of a thing. I can't tell how thick it is but it's probably twice as big as a normal door. There's no knob, just a large handle halfway up and a sliding latch near the top of the door. There's no way I would be able to reach it on my own so I climb onto the tall chair resting against the wall near the door. It's close enough that I just reach the latch if I lean to the side and hold onto the door handle with my other hand.
I gently try to slide the latch open which ends up being a lot harder to do than I thought. When it doesn't want to move I put more pressure behind my efforts before it slides open with a loud clang.
I flinch at the sound and scurry off the chair when I hear shuffling in one of the rooms.

Without hesitation I force the door open which takes every ounce of strength I have. It was close to half a foot thick and solid wood which does not bode well for my silent ninja abilities.
I just want to go pee in peace.
I have a feeling they won't want me going alone and I don't want to deal with it. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission because I will pee my pants if I have to wait any longer.

I shut the door and run off the porch into the snow. I plan on heading to the back of the house but it takes about 2 steps in the thigh high snow for me to decide on a spot just passed the corner where I would be out of sight. It doesn't even matter that I'm saved from the worst of it with the paths made by the guys that cut through the frozen powder. It's still nearly impossible for me to wad through, not to mention really freaking cold. If it wasn't for the paths they left I doubt I'd have much success taking a single step.

As soon as I clear the corner I drop my pants and relieve myself. I let out an audible sigh and try not to acknowledge how absolutely freezing I am. It isn't until I'm pulling up my pants that I hear the front door slam open.
"MIA!"

I peek around the corner to see all three of them bounding into the snow and shouting my name loud enough to shake snow off tree branches. "MIA!"

"Wait!" I shout, trying to fight through the ridiculous amount of snow.

They all turn around in a flash, sprinting towards me as a speed that should be impossible in these conditions. Rokan gets to me first and wastes no time in grabbing me around my middle and lifting me over the snow and stepping onto the porch. Caine is suddenly there opening the door as they all rush inside.
Rokan has me in his lap by the fire before I can even protest.

"Guys I was just going to the bathroom." I try to get out of Rokan's embrace but it's hopeless, I don't even know if he's aware that I'm trying.

Caine is huddled in front of me when he grabs my hands with his giant ones to warm them up. I try to rip them back but he holds steady. I'd never admit it but his warm hands are heavenly after my short stint outdoors. "Her hands are too cold. They're freezing. Jas get her feet."

Suddenly my feet are being ripped out from under me as I almost topple over. Without the use of my hands, which are still in Caines grasp, I would have fell right off of Rokan's lap. Knowing my luck it probably would have been on my face.
Not on Rokan's watch. He has me held against his chest with one arm wrapped around me and his hand wresting firmly on my side. His other arm is under my butt with his hand clutching underneath my thighs. I'm locked down, escape is futile.
His chest rumbles against my face when he says, "Are they warming up?"