Chapter 15:
For a moment, time seemed to be at a stand still as John ly in the water,
gazing up at his beloved.
"J-John?"
She repeated his name again, it hung on the air as he sat up and finally
stood up from the river water. His pants were soaked; his blond hair
messed but he didn't care; for once he didn't care.
"Yes, its me, John," he said.
'Should I touch her? Should I place my hand in to her own'?
John thought as he looked at her, the wind softly blowing her raven like
hair away from her face.
"Then it is true," her statement caught him off guard.
"Yes Pocahontas, I was there the whole time, I am not dead, it was all a
lie."
"Why?"
She inquired of him; but before he could part his lips and reply, the
usually calm native made sharp contact with her hand to his cheek.
"Why?!"
Her voice raised in anger and her dark eyes filled with hurt; she backed
away from him and glanced behind her, looking at the many trees she could
use for cover.
"I did it to save you," John's quiet words stopped her.
"What?"
She inquired as she turned to face him;
"I lied to save you, you and your people, I lied for us."
Taken aback, she backed away from him again;
"Pocahontas, my love please, please, believe me, Ratcliff convinced the
king that I went and turned against him; since he believes him, I could be
put to death."
"Your king believes Ratcliff?"
"Yes, I escaped London, making people everywhere believe that I was dead,
including the people of Jamestown. But most importantly, I have hurt you
in the process."
"John," she breathed as she rushed the few steps towards her love, she
heard his words, and saw the truth in his eyes.
"John, I've......"
The native woman's words were cut off as his soft warm lips brushed her
own; then became more firm against them. As he deepened the kiss under the
willow tree, by the cool soft flow of the river, under the sunlight of the
hot afternoon, Pocahontas needed no words of his love nor loyalty. In one
passionate kiss, he spoke the promise of devotion, of a forever love, and
of the fact that no matter what happened, the two of them would get through
it, and when the smoke would be cleared, come out together in the end.
*~*~*~*~*~*End Of Chapter 15*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Thanks all that have reviewed!!!! It really means a lot to me, thank
you, thank you, thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I hope you guys like this, please give me your ideas and or suggestions if
you have any!!!!!
RR and I'll see you soon!!!!!!!
For a moment, time seemed to be at a stand still as John ly in the water,
gazing up at his beloved.
"J-John?"
She repeated his name again, it hung on the air as he sat up and finally
stood up from the river water. His pants were soaked; his blond hair
messed but he didn't care; for once he didn't care.
"Yes, its me, John," he said.
'Should I touch her? Should I place my hand in to her own'?
John thought as he looked at her, the wind softly blowing her raven like
hair away from her face.
"Then it is true," her statement caught him off guard.
"Yes Pocahontas, I was there the whole time, I am not dead, it was all a
lie."
"Why?"
She inquired of him; but before he could part his lips and reply, the
usually calm native made sharp contact with her hand to his cheek.
"Why?!"
Her voice raised in anger and her dark eyes filled with hurt; she backed
away from him and glanced behind her, looking at the many trees she could
use for cover.
"I did it to save you," John's quiet words stopped her.
"What?"
She inquired as she turned to face him;
"I lied to save you, you and your people, I lied for us."
Taken aback, she backed away from him again;
"Pocahontas, my love please, please, believe me, Ratcliff convinced the
king that I went and turned against him; since he believes him, I could be
put to death."
"Your king believes Ratcliff?"
"Yes, I escaped London, making people everywhere believe that I was dead,
including the people of Jamestown. But most importantly, I have hurt you
in the process."
"John," she breathed as she rushed the few steps towards her love, she
heard his words, and saw the truth in his eyes.
"John, I've......"
The native woman's words were cut off as his soft warm lips brushed her
own; then became more firm against them. As he deepened the kiss under the
willow tree, by the cool soft flow of the river, under the sunlight of the
hot afternoon, Pocahontas needed no words of his love nor loyalty. In one
passionate kiss, he spoke the promise of devotion, of a forever love, and
of the fact that no matter what happened, the two of them would get through
it, and when the smoke would be cleared, come out together in the end.
*~*~*~*~*~*End Of Chapter 15*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Thanks all that have reviewed!!!! It really means a lot to me, thank
you, thank you, thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I hope you guys like this, please give me your ideas and or suggestions if
you have any!!!!!
RR and I'll see you soon!!!!!!!
