Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. If you choose to flame let it be on the story itself, I am a Colonial History Major- trust me I know the story. I don't own any Disney characters, I would love to but I don't. This story is written for creation and entertainment only. This disclaimer extends through all chapters. Thanks enjoy.

Hi all, well here this, it sorta popped into my head. It's a short that will hopefully turn into a larger story.

It Begins With Tears

Chapter 1

Dark thoughts entered his head as watched her. Every rise and fall of her chest sent him to a place that he had been only once. The remembrance of her dark tendrils flowing through his hand sent a vivid chill up his body as he swayed against the memories that flooded through his mind, taking him back to that first passionate encounter. Once, only once had he tasted the honey of her thigh, saccharine taste her mouth, and the nectar of her soul. However, that would change and she would be his again.

The pale moon hung low in the sky almost touchable but far beyond his grasp or that of any man. As he treaded with feather light steps and noted the earth's softness. As he moved, the braches of low flung trees seemed to reach for him. This alien environment called to him- to his soul, as much as she did. With cautious movements he recalled the first time he'd laid eyes on her. She reminded him of some dark goddess whose mere touch could find his lost soul. Her midnight hair reminded him of midnight pools, which moved with the aliveness of willow branches. Then there was her skin, which he with some unfathomable ability knew would glow honeyed amber by fire light. He saw the clearing was ahead of him and shifted the small pack in which he carried to his side. As he stepped into the clearing he felt energy climb up his body and he knew she was there. Scanning the area in the darkness he found her, blended within the tree line, safe, as if hidden from night itself. She moved with the grace of a silent queen to him, lifting her head covering to reveal her face.

She called to him, she called to his soul.

As if summoned, he moved to cradle her face his calloused palm gently caressed the soft skin underneath. Her breath quickened with his touch and she raised her eyes to meet his. He smiled as her eyes brightened then softened under his touch. He wondered if she knew of the power of which her mere gaze had on him, one look from her and he would give his life. In a soft tenor he answered.

"I am here."

"Go from this land, my father has declared war on your people," the bitterness of her words cut through the softness of her voice.

He knew the danger and strength of her father, he also knew of the ignorance and hatred of his own people, but somewhere he had prayed that this evitable war would not happen. Prayers had not proven through and he knew with her words that she was his salvation in all respects.

"Will he hurt you for telling me?"

Her eyes spilled with tears as she shook her head. At least she was safe, he knew now that her father loved her too much to hurt harm her. He pulled her to him then, feeling the dampness of her tears on his skin. He stroked her hair, knowing that this was the last he would be able to hold her in this way. He began to speak but his voiced failed. He did the only thing he could; raising her face from his shoulder, cupping it gently, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead as he closed his eyes. He felt tears form in the base of his eyes, but he refused to let them flow. He trailed small kisses down her face, tasting her tears as he did so. Lifting her face she met his mouth, she tasted of sweetness and his will failed him. Her hand had encircled his waist, gripping the fabric of his shirt, unwilling to be pulled from him. He slowly pulled back from the kiss, opening his eyes to see that hers were still closed; when she did open them he saw her soul.

His hand moved with its own violation peeling the soft feather mantle from her shoulder, watching it spread wide as it soundless floated toward the forest floor. In the dim moonlight he saw her tanned doe skin dress, simple but elegant as it clung to her form. In that moment his heart speed and he again claimed her mouth. His hands traveled slowly down her back, past her hips feeling her softness which encouraged him to pull her closer. Her hands found their way balled in his shirt, her nails pressed tight against his skin and he did not know if the sensation was of pure pleasure or pain. To his skin, her hands felt like pure energy, the mir prickling of their power sped his heart. For their closeness he was sure she could feel his heartbeat, for it was a trapped thing which called for her. He moved his hands to the small of her back where he knew the laces that held her dress together lay. Slowly he pulled the first string of the dress. His lips moved down her neck one gentle kiss at a time removing each strap form its shoulder. When he was done the dress fell to the ground and the body of his dark goddess was revealed. By moonlight her skin glowed dark amber.

I hope you enjoyed. Be forewarned, that if this does continue into a story it might be a little on the darker side of love. The rating would then be going up in later chapters. Also, I intend to play with notion that maybe Poca did find Rolfe ok, just a little ok. I hated saying that, I am a die hard PJS fan. I want to diversify a little from the standard romance between Poca and JS.