A/N: An update, finally! I was so uninspired. Before I started to write this story, I had already made it all up, up to this point. Now I had to figure out the rest of the story, and now finally, after four months of nothing, things are starting to develop slowly. Finally I have the story in my head again and I can now continue. Sometimes a writer needs a break and reflect on his/her story. Thank you so much for your patience. If it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't be writing this story.

I am changing the rating for this fic to M to be certain. Especially the next part contains some adult themes.

I also notice that I am progressing in writing… And since it has been over a year since I started writing this fic, the story is in some need of reviewing and rewriting. But I will get to that in time. For now, enjoy.

Pocahontas woke up as she sensed that the gentle movement of the carriage abruptly stopped. She moaned and opened her eyes. It was already dark outside. She felt John move and realised that she was still lying in his arms. She looked up sleepily. He had a magical smile on his face. A smile that told her that he loved her, that he would be by her side forever. This realisation made her the happiest woman on earth. He felt sorry for breaking the moment of silence. He scratched his throat.

"We're here."

Pocahontas rose from his embrace and sat opposite of him to let him through. He smiled at her and climbed outside. He helped her get out, he was such a gentleman, and paid the driver. Meanwhile Pocahontas walked towards the cosy looking house. It was small, but she already liked it a lot more than Michael's. She sighed as John put his arm around her shoulder.

"You like it?"

"Yes. Very much."

They smiled at each other and he guided her to the house. He opened the door and made a funny gesture and bowed before her. She laughed and entered. She closed her eyes as she inhaled the typical scent. She could smell old wood. It reminded her of home. It made her think of Grandmother Willow. Suddenly she felt a little sad. As John lit the candles she walked around a bit to explore her new home. There was a large dining table in the back of the living room, and two comfortable looking seats. There was a fireplace, but this was common in most of the British houses. At least she had also seen one in Michael's house, but he had never lit it in her presence. From the looks of it, this fireplace had been used quite recently.

She moaned and closed her eyes as John came up from behind her and wrapped his strong arms around her. He closed his eyes and kissed her cheek. Pocahontas moved her head around to look at him. His bright blue eyes… His blonde hair… She smiled as she brushed some of it out of his face. Then she moved closer to him and kissed him. They stood belly to belly, his hands rested on the lower part of her back. Their kiss was a symbol of love. He began to kiss her more passionately and she moaned as she threw her head back. He kissed her neck and caressed her skin. Slowly he guided her up the stairs and into his bedroom. She lay down on the bed and he lay on top of her. She moaned as his lips moved all over her neck and neckline. She helped him undress her. He removed his shirt and pants and lay down beside her, embracing her tightly, loving her with all his might. They were soon embraced in a powerful kiss. She gasped as he entered her gently. He made sure she lay comfortable. She stroked his back and his hair and kept looking in his stunning, gorgeous blue eyes.

The night was warm and beautiful.

In the morning he grinned at her. She had been awake for quite awhile, observing him in his dreams. She smiled. Her eyes shone when she smiled. Her long black hair embraced her naked body. They just remained there silently and smiled at one another. Smiling. Happy. In love.

The next couple of days they took life as it came. They made love, they ate and they slept. Four years. It had been four years. A time they felt should be caught up with. He told her about his letters and showed them to her. She cried as she read them. She kissed him, she hugged him, she loved him. She told him how she would run through the forest and stand on the rock facing the sea, waiting for his return. He kissed away her tears. He told her about his retreat from mankind, she stroked his hair. She told him about Tai and he killed her heart-ache with his smile.

Then came realisation. One morning when John woke up, Pocahontas was sitting on the edge of the bed, with her back towards him. She was silent. He sensed something, but he couldn't find words for it. As he sat upright in his bed, Pocahontas spoke.

"We have to find him."

"We will."

Pocahontas glanced over her shoulder, although John couldn't see her face. Suddenly, she was shaking unsteadily. John crawled over to her and embraced her from behind. He listened as she sobbed quietly.

"We will find him," he said, stepping from the bed, kneeling before her, taking her tanned hands in his. "I have a plan," he said. He paused and searched for the right way to tell her his plan. She looked at him in anticipation. He started pacing up and down the room.

"We will go to London."

He looked at her to see her reaction. She smiled in anticipation for more.

"We will go on the streets and we will talk to the people. If you show your face often enough people will come and pay interest. They will look at you, they will remember, they will find it special, unique!"

His enthusiasm didn't pass on to Pocahontas. She rose to her feet.

"Look at me? Unique, special?" She was enraged.

"Look at me as they would watch a freak show!" She was filled with indignation.

John had a look of shock on his face and put his hands up to apologise and calm her down.

"No, no, no! Pocahontas!"

He grabbed her hands. She looked at him angrily.

"It's not like that. Please, listen to me."

He melted her heart. She knew she had been unreasonable. Yet she was too proud to admit that she had overreacted. She sat down on the bed again.

"Once the people get to know you and your story, and they learn about the Governor and how he mistreated you and how he took your son away, they will sympathise with you. They will sympathise with you, they will stand up for you and demand that you get your son back!"

Pocahontas shook her head.

"They will never sympathise with a woman who bears the wrong skin. They will always see me as a wild beast that kills her own kind and feeds the remains of white men to her children."

John kneeled down before her once more and placed his hands on her knees.

"We will make them trust you and we will make them see what a beautiful person you are."

She looked away.

"Pocahontas, you taught me so much. Now, teach the rest of us."