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He hesitated. Only a deerskin stood between him and Pocahontas. He hardly knew what he would say when he saw her but he knew something must be said. It was not too late. She could reject his offer and … and… well he hadn't gotten that far yet. Obviously he couldn't just go off and marry the young white girl. But he also couldn't marry Pocahontas. He took a deep breath to calm himself then lifted the flap and joined the chief's daughter in her wigwam.
"Pocahontas." He began, searching for words. But she misunderstood his presence.
"I know. I'm sorry. I've been meaning to answer you. I've just had so much to think over."
"Pocahontas" he tried again.
"It's nothing personal. Everything is just so sudden. I didn't expect… and I've been having this dream… and well…"
"Pocahontas" he insisted. She stopped and looked up at him. He breathed deeply and sat next to her. "I've had a lot to think over too. And I don't know…" he hesitated. He didn't want to insult her. What if she was planning to accept him? "I'm not sure if this is right. This arrangement." He held his breath, waiting for a reply. He didn't have to wait long. Pocahontas breathed a deep sigh of relief.
"Oh good." She sighed. "I have to admit I'm relieved to hear you say that. It's nothing personal" she reassured, "It's just that I've met someone and I don't think I could feel this way about anyone else. You understand?"
"I do. I really really do." She smiled up at him, understanding. It hadn't been so difficult after all. And now… well that was the next dilemma. What to do next.
It was dark. She should have been tired. After the stressful events of the day, not to mention the lack of sleep the previous night, she should have been exhausted. But somehow she wasn't. Somehow she was even more alive and awake now than she had been in the middle of the day. At noon she had sacrificed her grumbling stomach to the need to she had for sleep. Now, no longer hungry or tired, she was restless.
A wall of tree trunks. So sturdy. So definite. Very protective. It could keep the entire Indian nation outside.
But it couldn't keep her inside.
Rebecca found herself leaving the comfort of the camp to wander once again through the wilderness. Something inside her continued to warn against this foolishness. But another, stronger part insisted she carry on. Staring straight ahead the whole time, her feet took her where she knew she needed to be. The clearing. Where she had seen those eyes, darker than the night. He had to be there. If he felt anything for her. But why should he? What made her think that he felt anything for her, his enemy? She shook her head. It didn't matter. She felt enough for the both of them. And she needed to see him.
Standing in the empty clearing, she didn't allow herself to doubt that he would be there. Something inside her knew that she would break if she realized that he didn't think of her. That he was probably sleeping next to a beautiful Indian woman completely unaware of the passion she felt for him. But the clearing was empty. At least as far as she could see.
She was truly a beautiful creature. He couldn't tell which was whiter, the moon or her. It's glow reflected from her flawless skin and he could see her eyes. They were dark in the night, but gleamed with the moonlight and hope. But that didn't make sense. Why would she be hopeful? Why would she be here in the clearing? Again? Without protection? A flicker of doubt crossed her face followed almost immediately by a stubbornness to submit to that doubt. And he knew it was time.
Stepping into the clearing he watched her jump with fear. Her untrained eyes had thought she was alone. But she hadn't been. Not all day. And never again. Because she was with him. And that could never be changed. Cautiously he approached her and she remained still. He knew she had come to see him, but still worried that he might scare her away.
She felt a chill run down her spine. But it wasn't a chill. It was hot. A hot shiver. He was approaching her. Her beautiful Indian man. And his eyes shone with desire. The same desire she could feel burning inside her, rippling across her skin. A tightness formed inside her and she felt a sudden urgency to calm it. When he was just inches from her, she let out a whimper. It was not fear. It was intense emotion and need.
He lifted one dark brown hand to her face. The feel of it was so warm and caused an electric shock to run through her. She needed more. His eyes were darker than the night around them, but held such a brightness that lit a fire within her. She reached up to run a hand through his hair. The silky strands brushed her fingers and she needed more. Clenching a fist in his hair she pulled him to her, curious.
Their lips met.
It was an incredible feeling for both. It was an agreement of sorts, an understanding. And they both knew its power. Their lips locked and brushed against each other with a fierce gentleness that left both of them needing more. A warm hand found a full breast and Rebecca moaned from the sensation. She felt him pull her against him. She felt his stiff arousal press hard against her. Eager. Begging for more.
Suddenly Rebecca felt brave. Her hands wandered the hard lines of the Indian man's body. Sought comfort in the hot, sweaty flesh. They were pressed together, but she needed more. But how? How could they possibly be closer than they already were? He answered her question.
Removing her clothes, Kokoum found the soft skin of his white lover. The silky texture left him with such a need. He wanted to feel her soft skin against his. He wanted to know that she was his. He pulled her trousers off quickly, hoping she wouldn't refuse. But she seemed eager to be rid of the hot garments. Shedding his own clothes, he explored the curves of her body with his hands. He ran a hand down her back to her soft buttocks and squeezed her, pulling her hard against him.
Then they were on the ground. He couldn't get enough of her. He knew she was a virgin and the first time would be painful, but she needed him too. And he was more than glad to oblige. Kissing her lips, her neck, her shoulder, her breasts, he slip his hand between her thighs. She gasped from shock and pleasure and opened them for him as he rubbed her there. His hands became urgent, eager, and she became restless, begging him to sooth her. And he obliged. Pressing inside her he felt a fire stir inside him, like none he had ever felt before. It was all he could do to stop himself from ravaging her body.
Her eyes tightened and she whimpered as he broke through the barrier there. His forehead creased with the worry of hurting her, and the strain of holding back. Finally, knowing it was necessary, he plunged deep inside. It was like nothing he had ever felt, nothing he had ever imagined. She was so tight. So hot. So soft. It was painful to keep himself still for her. But he knew she needed to recover first.
Had he broken her? She couldn't tell. It was almost as if she had been split in two. She had never felt such pain before. But she refrained from screaming. She didn't want him to leave. Even if it was pain for her, it was pleasure for him and she loved him. Slowly the pain began to pass and a new sensation took its place. It was odd, but… good. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. His eyes were fiercer than ever and she could see the passion there. Her frown faded and she felt him move inside her. She moaned. Her eyes closed with pleasure and she couldn't put words to thoughts. He moved against her again and she knew she had never felt so wonderful. Soon she began to move with him and he seemed to like that. She ran her hands along his back, digging into his shoulders with each thrust.
Faster they moved. And faster. Her emotions and physical pleasure growing with each breath she took. And as they grew she thought she would burst from the sensation. Harder and harder he pressed into her. Deeper and deeper. Then she felt a quake within her and they both moaned from the shattering bliss of their climax. He collapsed on her. And she truly felt like she had died. But it wasn't a bad thing. It was a very very good thing.
He rolled over, bringing her to rest on top of him and soon they were both asleep.
His eyes opened reluctantly. It was morning. Late morning. And the birds were loud around them. But there was no rush. They were alone in the world. He looked next to him at his beautiful bride. There had been no official ceremony but she belonged to him. The love he felt for her was far more binding than any tradition. And the better for it. They could not be married in her village but they could also not be married in his. So they should be married between, in the grass of the clearing. And they were. In his eyes. And that was enough.
She stirred. Her dark red lips moved and she sighed. He brushed her dark hair from her face and watched her sleeping, his longing growing. The grass between her legs was stained from her first night with him. Their lovemaking would forever remain a part of these woods. Her eyes opened, bluer than he remembered and more beautiful. They stared into his understanding, knowing that they could be happy just by looking into each other's eyes. And they were.
But they could also be happy by doing more than just staring into each other's eyes. And they soon repeated the activities of the night before. In the clearing they were separate from the rest of the world. They needed nothing and no one else. It didn't matter that noon was pressing close and neither village knew where their respective missing persons were. It didn't matter that they would be questioned and would not have answers that would be accepted by their people. All that mattered was that they were together. And for now that was all they needed.
But as the noon passed, they accepted that they would have to leave, but both knew that they would meet again. Soon.
Rebecca left her lover reluctantly and headed to the stream. She would never be able to explain smelling like a woman who just had sex. And she did. The stream was cool and inviting. It reminded her of the first time she had seen Kokoum, her lover. She bathed with a newfound immodesty. What did it matter if anyone saw her now? She was not ashamed. Humming to herself, she scrubbed away the evidence.
Kokoum was so lost in thought he didn't even see Chief Powhatan until he practically walked into him. "Kokoum" the chief began. Kokoum looked up at the chief, hiding his surprise like the stoic Indian warrior he was. "Pocahontas and Nakoma are in the cornfield. I worry about their safety. They should not be alone." He said no more. But he didn't have to. Kokoum understood and nodded to the elder.
Almost absentmindedly he walked to the cornfield and through it. The chief had not seen the passion in his eyes. But would Pocahontas. She knew his secret. Though she had no idea that his lover was a white woman, she knew he was in love. And she would see his thoughts. There were voices. He called out "Pocahontas. Pocahontas?" as he approached.
He stepped through another row of corn and saw Nakoma, but no Pocahontas. Immediately he was filled with disappointment. He was almost bursting with the need to see someone he could tell about these incredible feelings he now had. "Nakoma?" he began an octave lower with his disappointment. "Where is Pocahontas?" He would just have to wait, then. And hope his love for this strange woman didn't cause him to explode.
"I-I haven't seen her." Nakoma began, unconvincingly. So Pocahontas had run off with her lover, then. Well he supposed it was fair that she should have her little affair as well. But he couldn't help the ache inside to tell her all about the night he had spent with Rebecca, his lover. But it wouldn't do to interrogate Nakoma. He was a warrior. He was strong. He could handle keeping a secret. But not for very long. He sighed.
"Pocahontas can't keep running off." He heard himself say with heavy frustration. Hopefully his frustration would just look like that of a man who was in love with Pocahontas and wanted to see her for that simple reason. Nakoma could never know the truth. She wouldn't understand. "It's dangerous out there." He reasoned. "Tell her that." He could feel himself deflate with disappointment. "She listens to you." Frustrated, Kokoum decided that this was a good statement to end on and left her there.