I do not own The Last of the Mohicans.
But I will go hide in a cave with them at this point.
Into The Wild
Awakening
She comes to sometime later. Slowly, by degrees.
Wrapped in warmth more than a mere blanket.
The fire of their camp low embers, little smoke.
She has no sense of time, no knowledge whether it has been minutes, hours, days, or weeks.
Months, years it may have been for all she may surmise.
For her body and mind feel refreshed, rested.
Renewed.
So deeply and completely has she slept.
She feels revived in a way brings her into stark reality the knowledge that she had not known the true depth of her exhaustion before awakening from this revitalizing slumber.
For the first time since the ambush on the George Road so many months before, she has slept completely without care.
Without concern.
Without awareness.
Without necessity in her mind and body and soul to stay, in some way, be prepared for what may or may not come.
She has simply slept.
And she feels rested.
She feels well.
She feels restored.
And feels him, her Mohican, there in the dark behind her.
He has lain himself beside her as she slept.
Covered her, protected her.
Uncas.
Even here in the relative safety of their underground sanctuary.
I love you.
Even in sleep.
He is still keeping her close and safe.
His nearness is pleasant, weight of his arm around her waist reassuring.
Keeping her close. Keeping her.
She is glad they have moved past the ugliness of the world in their time at the fort.
She had felt they would, hoped.
Breathed easier when they did.
Was grateful to Chingachgook in his gentle, reassuring guidance.
And now, hidden away from all the rest of the world, they are together.
Enclosed, enveloped, encapsulated by earth and rock and stone.
She.
And her Mohican.
And his father.
His father that lays on the other side of the fire.
His father that led them here, reassured her it was safe to rest.
His father of the long gun and the gunstock warclub.
His father of the campfire and the smokepipe.
She is glad they travel together, the three of them.
Glad for Chingachgook, for his steady presence, his quiet wisdom.
His protection and guidance here in the wildlands.
She would have it no other way on this particular journey.
Uncas . . .
She does, however, wish for a time that may come when she and her Mohican are alone.
Together and to themselves.
A time such as this when she may awaken in a safe place.
Next to a warm fire.
Atop softer ground, wrapped together in warm furs.
When she may shift in his half embrace.
Turn and face him, that face she imagines peaceful and relaxed in restful reprieve.
And she will press herself to him as he sleeps.
Awaken him with loving, sweet, languid kisses.
Smoky, soft, lingering touch.
And he may stir to her, in body and mind.
Respond, reach out, strong hands moving upon her body.
Finding their own path.
Calloused hands and fingertips, gentle touch.
Warm lips finding her own.
Moist and open and welcoming.
Advancing slowly to deeper, more breathless exchanges.
Urgent, needful caresses.
Until they can wait no longer, the delicious desire of their physical love culminating in rapturous joy.
And Alice will welcome the start of the day, the very sun itself.
With love soaring from her heart.
And ecstasy and release and passion filling her entire body with humming, thrumming singing from within.
Until she, he, they, them, together, are so spent and satisfied and content in their most intimate of physical bonding.
That they lay exhausted in one another's arms.
And remain.
As long they may choose.
Unto themselves.
Together.
She has let her thoughts wander, her body awaken and attune to the closeness of him.
Him.
The man she loves.
And his lean, strong, dark body, the way it feels, the movements they make together, the subtlest sounds he makes so deep in his throat-
Her body is tingling, beginnings of pleasant cramping and whispering fire deep within her.
He calls to her even as he sleeps.
His heart, his mind.
His body.
And since they are not as she would one day have them be and she harbors no ill will toward the father with whom she gladly travels, she shifts.
Just enough.
Just enough to lift her head from her possibles bag. Open it.
Ease her hand in.
Find what it seeks.
And draw it back out.
Carefully unwrap the cloth from 'round its item.
Trying not to disturb the man she loves, the man she cares for.
And failing.
For even the smoothness of her movements, the care she takes, is not enough to keep from alerting the man next to her.
So trained in the ways of wilderness life is he.
So alert and protective of her.
That he stirs from sleep evenso.
Hand with those long, slender fingers she so loves to watch, to feel, to taste, twitching upon her middle, tickling just a little.
Head raising up behind her.
As Alice . . .
"I did not wish to disturb."
. . . takes her first bite . . .
"I am hungry."
. . . of hunger-quietening pemmican.
"I must eat."
And the man she loves does not . . .
"Mmm, may I?"
. . . seem to mind.
"Of course."
And so, with a smile, she reaches a morseled hand back.
"Thank you, Miss."
Toward her Mohican.
"You are welcome, Sir."
And feeds him a bite.
Do you think their pheremones are so strong here, Chingachgook disturbs in his sleep-
Snore-snort. I smell teenagers-
-even though Uncas isn't technically a teenager and they don't actually do anything in this chapter and the one before it?
But still the thought makes me giggle.
-Knock it off, you horndog kids-
And breaks the-
-I'm sleepin' over here, snort-
-sexual tension just a little bit.
Don't you think? ;)
Anyway, thanks to BlueSaffire, DinahRay, MohawkWoman, and MedicineGal815 for previously reviewing.
Chronically Ill Guest, I'm so sorry to hear you've been struggling. My husband struggles with chronic pain and I know his video games cheer him up. I'm glad this story can do the same for you.
Scott Air Pac Guest, haha, you mean for the smoke? 'Cause I've got a solution for that. But good catch.
Social Distance Guest, Uncas is a different person to think through, isn't he? I'm glad you think I'm doing alright with what he's telling me.
Okay, hope you all enjoyed this chapter. See you again soon! :)