In this Chapter I wanted to elaborate more on the closeness and playfulness of Poca/Kocoum's relationship. Mas Limons!

Pocahontas sat on the banks of the small stream, "almost river" as she called it, and basked in the sun after her bath. She often came to her stream to relax, think, or sometimes to work on her crafts.

She thought about the big changes to come in her life, and that she would soon be wed to Kocoum and her heart felt overwhelmingly full.

She smiled softly, humming a song her mother used to sing to her, so she did not hear the young warrior approaching behind her.

"Sino we ah te, hega hega ya hiye hega, Ya hiye he-e-ga" she said, singing softly now.

"You sing beautifully," his deep voice said, as he sat down next to her.

Pocahontas turned her head to face him, her long hair swinging, and smiled shyly.

"Thank you," she said as Kocoum shifted closer to her on the grass.

He smiled warmly at her face then glanced down to her tanned legs. She quickly pushed her tunic down to her ankles, forgetting that she had raised it to bronze her skin.

"Will you sing more for me?" he asked, raising his eyebrows up a bit.

"If you'd like."

Pocahontas finished the beautiful Powhatan folk song, closing her eyes as she rocked gently from side to side.

She looked up at Kocoum and he stared at the water transfixed, as if he was at another place.

"I could just sit and listen to you sing all day and I'd never get anything done," he said.

Pocahontas laughed out loud as his remark. "I like to come here by myself to sing and do other things sometimes. Do you see up there?" She pointed to a cliff at the top of a waterfall in the distance, a little further down the widening stream, where it joined the larger river.

"I like to dive off of there, it's such a rush."

"Really? You were always fearless, my crazy girl," he said grinning at her.

"I like it here as well. I often sit at the banks a little down the stream. It's a good place to catch fish and watch for the deer," he said.

"Yes, it is peaceful here. I like to bath here since the water is so fresh," said Pocahontas, glancing at his sculpted bicep muscles, her eyes following a vein that danced around his forearm.

"Perhaps, we shall bathe here together sometime after we are married," he said, smiling at her.

She gasped and looked down, as he chuckled and brushed her hair away from her face.

"You didn't use to be so shy with me when we were children. Actually, you were downright obnoxious. So what's different now Pokey?"

Her mouth dropped open and she swatted at his arm as he let out a loud laugh.

"Don't call me that! You know I hated that name when we were kids. I should make up an embarrassing nickname for you too…coco nut," she said, scrunching up her face and sticking her tongue out at him.

He gasped dramatically and his smiled disappeared, "I don't like that one. I don't like it at all. Take it back Pokey!"

He tackled her on the ground, tickling and generating high pitched squeals from her.

"Kocoum! Get off me! HA HA HA! Stop! I mean—HA HA HA! I mean it… really!"

He stopped tickling her as they both calmed their laughter, and realized just how close they were. He lay on top of her, his silky hair laid to one side, and one leg wedged between hers. He stared down at her
intently.

"I haven't seen you be such as jokester since we were little, that's usually my area," said Pocahontas with a grin. "After about thirteen winters you became much more serious."

Kocoum looked to be deep in thought for a moment, propping up on one elbow.

"You're right, I have been serious. I've been focused on becoming the best warrior, and protecting our people. I haven't felt carefree in sometime. But, I feel like I can laugh with you, as we always have." He brushed a hair away from her face, smiling at her warmly.

She smiled and sighed, as his face inched closer to hers and his lips touched hers in a soft kiss, and then looked at her once again.

She arched underneath him, unable to stop the burning between her legs, and parted her lips again in an invitation for more.

He stared at her mouth with his brow furrowed, an expression of pain washed across his handsome face. He seized her mouth again, this time more forcefully and moved his other leg between hers.

She melted into his vigorous kiss, as his hands ran through her hair and hers roamed his sculpted physique. His hips rocked forward against her, and she felt a delicious jolt go straight to her womanhood.

Kocoum whimpered against her mouth, and it was nearly Pocahontas' undoing, as a wanton moan left hers.

"Poca—hontas," he gasped out, as he thrust against her again, planting kisses and licking her neck with his sensual tongue.

"Ahh, mm, Great Mother—Kocoum…please!" she moaned, as she went into a frenzy with his hot body and heated thrusts driving her to the brink.

Kocoum looked perplexed at her outburst, becoming more excited as he let out a grunt, one of his hands traveling to grasp her soft breast as she curved into his touch. His hand then traveled lower, yanking up her tunic and resting between her legs.

He hissed as he felt her sex, slick with moisture from her arousal, and he nearly lost it.

"You're wet, ohhhh, great mother," he grunted out huskily.

Pocahontas couldn't take his hand between her legs, and she cried out as he slid his finger over her vaginal lips, gently brushing her clitoris.

She grabbed his hair and yanked, exposing his throat and ran her tongue over his Adam's apple, as he let out a loud moan, cursing as his eyes squeezed shut tightly.

He placed both hands astride her head and thrust against her again-hard, and she gasped from the force of it. Suddenly, he pushed up off of her and rolled to the side.

"Pocahontas…" he said, his voice wavering. He swallowed and blinked, closing his eyes tightly again.

"We have to stop before I take you. I cannot do that to you, it would be dishonorable. I've already gone too far as it is."

She stared at him for a moment, her eyes traveling down his face, down his heaving chest and to his hands. One gripped the grass tightly and the other covered his engorged manhood, his garments barely containing it.

"I know Kocoum. And thank you. You are an honorable man—the most honorable of men."

He turned his head towards her and smiled, stroking her face with the back of his hand.

"So beautiful…" he said, gazing at her lovingly. "I'm sorry…I just, I want you so badly. Pocahontas….I love you," he said holding her hand.

"And I love you," she said, smiling gently.

"Kocoum," she started, feeling the urge to confess as well then glanced down. "You make me feel like I'm on fire, like I will explode."

He flashed her a grin and chuckled. "That's good honey. That means you want me," his eyes darkened, fringed by wavering lashes.

Her eyes widened a bit, and she bit her lip, her vagina still throbbing.

He sat up suddenly, pulling her with him.

"Come, we must go back to the village, before anyone knows we're missing," he said as they walked hand in hand.