A month went by on the ship back to Virginia. Pocahontas and Johnny became
a lot closer, to the point that, they couldn't be away from one another for a
moment. Johnny always had to be near Pocahontas or his heart would ache.
Pocahontas had a room next to John's and every night they would say good night
to
one another. Many nights, John and Pocahontas would just lay in their beds
thinking
of the other. Pocahontas even had thoughts of going over to Rolfe's quarters
in the
night, but her thoughts would always get in the way, "You can't be with him
yet!
You don't even know if he loves you that way! You're not married!" Pocahontas
didn't know what to do.
    For Rolfe, it was worse. Every time when he said goodnight to Pocahontas,
she
always gave him a little smile and cute little "good-bye" face where she would
squint her eyes. Every time he saw that, his heart would just melt! And
anytime
Pocahontas touched him, he could feel his heart flying. John wanted so much to
hold
her and to take all that she had in with him. He wanted her with such a
passion that
it was so unbearable to control. John's heart was telling him "take her, Take
Her!"
But his thoughts were saying "wait till you get to Virginia and ask her to
marry
you."
    Weeks went by with them having these feelings, until someone had to break
the
ice....and break the ice they did!

*******************

 
    It was early morning and John had already gotten up. He was feeling
restless
and couldn't sleep any longer. On deck, the sun shone brightly and the puddles
on
the wood floor were beginning to dry. It was going to be another hot warm day
and
John knew it.
    At the same time, Pocahontas was just beginning to wake up below deck. She
had
just had a long rest and was now ready for the coming day. Pocahontas slowly
rose
out of bed and stood up stretching. Sore and stiff muscles stretched while
joints
cracked. She never felt better. Pocahontas took her stiff hands and rubbed her
face then slid them down her body, over her shoulders, chest, breasts,
stomach, and
down to her hips. The old closet next to her bed had a long mirror on the
front and
Pocahontas inspected her body. She was very pleased of her developed form; it
wasn't a little girl's body anymore, which she once knew well, but it was now
a
woman's body.
    Pocahontas proceeded to get dressed and washed up. She brushed her long
silky
hair, scrubbed her face, and then went to top deck. The bright sun glared in
her
eyes and she had to cover her face. John saw her emerge from below and briskly
went to her side.
"Pocahontas. Good morning!" Rolfe said, gleaming with excitement to see her.
He
took her hand and lead her to the kitchen where they could eat breakfast
together.
"Morning John. Did you sleep well?" Pocahontas held his hand firmly and pulled
it
close to her as she looked into his eyes.
"Ah, I slept.........alright......." John struggled to get out, "but It would
of been
better if you were with me......," he quietly added.
"What was that?" Pocahontas didn't catch the last part. John stood straight up
and
looked at the ground away from Pocahontas.
"Ahh, nothing.......I just said," John turned to Pocahontas, "I would of slept
better
if you were with me."
    Pocahontas went quiet and looked at him. She was flattered and a smile
broke
through her round red lips.
"Oh John." She said pulling John closer to her. John put his arm around
Pocahontas
and she lifted her head to him in surprise. A soft kiss touched her lips and
they
paused from walking. For a moment the whole world seemed to stop as they
kissed,
then Pocahontas pulled away. "John, we better not, not here, not on deck."
"Oh, all right. Lets go to breakfast." John was a little disappointed that she
stopped their kissing, but he could always kiss her again later.

******************

    The day passed quickly and it was soon late afternoon. The heat and the
burning
sun was beginning to bother everyone and tempers were easily turning.
Pocahontas
really couldn't take the heat either, the humidity was nothing like she had
ever
been in. It was hard for her to breath and stay still for more then a second,
Pocahontas was so uncomfortable.
    John and her were sitting on top deck together in the shade of the
captain's
quarters when Pocahontas started to have dizzy spells. John looked over at
Pocahontas, who was dripping with sweat and turning red.
"Pocahontas? Are you all right?" He asked concretely. John placed his hand on
her
shoulder. "Pocahontas?"
    Pocahontas lifted her head to him and opened her eyes.
"I'm fine John, just hot." She didn't want to show John that she really didn't
feel
well because she didn't want him to worry. "I think I'm just going to go down
below and lay down." Pocahontas slowly stood up on her weak legs and stepped
away from the chair.
"all right Pocahontas. I'll come down to see you soon." John watched
Pocahontas
walk away slowly and carelessly. Somehow he knew she wasn't all right.
Suddenly
Pocahontas began to sway and her feet beneath her gave out. She fell down to
the
floor like a wilted flower.
"Pocahontas!" John ran over to her side. "Pocahontas?! Pocahontas?! Someone
help
me! Get the captain!" John shouted and the crew began to crowed around him.
"What's happened?" The captain asked and then he saw Pocahontas laying on the
deck. "Oh!"
"Captain, she fainted and I can't get her to wake up." John cried, his eyes
showed
that he was truly worried for Pocahontas. The captain felt Pocahontas for a
pulse
and felt her temperature.
"It looks like heat exhaustion. You better take her down below and give her
some
water. I think she will be all right. This heat must be too much for her." He
looked
at John and motioned for him to take her below.
    John lifted Pocahontas' lifeless body and took her down below to his
quarters.
He gently laid her down on his bed and placed a cold wet towel on her head. A
wood
chair companies the bed and John made himself comfortable there next to
Pocahontas. He began to stoke her hair until he feel asleep himself.

*********************

    Two hours passed before Pocahontas began to stir. She began to wake up and
found Rolfe asleep in the chair next to her. Pocahontas had never really been
in
John's room, so she looked around at the walls. Everywhere were little
drawings of
people and little portraits of people. One caught her eye which was above her
bed.
It was a small pencil drawing of a girl with long hair. As she looked closer,
she
realized it was a sketch of her. Pocahontas blushed! John kept a picture of
her in
his room?! She couldn't believe it. Pocahontas looked at John resting in the
chair
then back at the picture. A little thumb tack held the picture on the wall, so
she
carefully removed it and looked at the drawing in her lap.
    John began to wake up and saw Pocahontas looking at his picture.
"Pocahontas?" He said sleepily.
"John...." Pocahontas was surprised, she thought he was still asleep. He sat
up and
stretched his back.
"Are you feeling better? You gave me quite a scare up on deck earlier!"
"Oh yes, I feel allot better now. Thank You." Pocahontas smiled and Rolfe
began to
blush. Then Pocahontas looked at the picture, "Did you draw this?"
John was embarrassed for her to see it and he rubbed his neck.
"Yea, I did."
"It's good.........and it's me."
"I know," John didn't want her to look at it anymore so he took the picture
away
from her hands.
"Oh, I liked it..........it's sweet." Pocahontas seemed upset that he took it
away from
her and John looked at the picture, fondling it.
"You can have it, if you want." John then handed it back to her, "But it's the
only
picture I have of you."
    Pocahontas looked up at him. He did care about her and loved her, and here
she
was, trying to take away the only picture he has of her. 
"Keep it then....." Pocahontas began to get up out of his bed, "I better go
since I'm
feeling better, I don't want to deprive you of your sleep......" But John
blocked her
way.
"Do you have to go so soon?" He sounded desperate in his voice. It showed that
he
did not want her to go."........please don't go..." He finished. Pocahontas
tipped her
head to him and looked into his deep brown eyes. Gently he took her hands into
his
and placed them on his chest, then he gradually placed his arms around her,
leaning
ever more forward to her. Pocahontas closed her eyes and moved closer to John.
He
began to touch his lips to hers and then pressed a little more. Pocahontas
felt his
body heat touch her body and his large hands slipped down her back to her
waist,
then below her hips where they rested. John embraced Pocahontas tighter and
caressed her soft long neck. He moved his lips downwards onto her shoulders
and
placed an available hand on her tender breast, grasping it more with every
kiss.
    As Pocahontas felt John handle her, inside she began to cry for more. She
clinged onto his shirt and he proceeded to pull her dress top down her
shoulders so
to reveal the tops of her breasts. The stubble from his over due shaven face
rubbed against her bare skin, leaving an unique sensation serge through her
body.
John started to breath heavily from the excitement and want he was feeling for
Pocahontas. He didn't want to let her go. He wanted to touch her and kiss her
and
take her. Pocahontas felt John's need and wanted to confide in it but she was
too
uneasy about going through with it.
    Regretfully, Pocahontas began to pull away from John's embrace.
"John, ....... No...... I can't...." With each word she had to take a deep
breath.
Pocahontas opened her eyes and knocked John's grip from her. John stood there
shocked and hurt.
"What? What's wrong?"
"I can't do this....." Pocahontas turned her head away from him and then
looked
back into his eyes, "......I'm sorry....." In a breeze, Pocahontas rushed out
of John's
room.
"Pocahontas.......... I  love you." But John was too late, he should of told her
sooner.
He thought about going after her and telling her he was sorry and that he
loved
her, but John knew it wouldn't do anything. "Oh Pocahontas..." John groaned,
he
really wanted her!

**********************

 Shaking, Pocahontas ran into her room and slammed the door behind her. She
flopped onto her bed, crying and sobbing. What was she to do? John wanted her
and she was scared. Scared to be with him. Pocahontas buried her face into the
pillow and tried to forget about it.
    John sat back down into his chair and placed his head in his hands. To
have
Pocahontas refuse him made his heart ache with pain and he could not hold his
tears
back. 'How could I be so stupid! Why did I do that? I have frightened her.
Maybe
Pocahontas doesn't really care for me. She doesn't want me.....' John only
thought
of the worse possibilities and tears flowed down his rough cheeks. He had
never
felt so unwanted, then he did at that moment.
    The night was long and it gave both of the two plenty of time to think
about
what had just happened. In the morning, John got up as usual, but did not
speak to
Pocahontas. When she came up on deck, dressed and ready for breakfast, John
did
not come to greet her like always. He stayed away from her, afraid that she
would
not want him there and would not speak to him.
    Pocahontas wasn't surprised that John didn't greet her Good Morning, but
inside she was hurting. It was already only a couple hours and she was already
in
agony from not hearing his voice. She didn't want him to think she didn't want
him,
but she didn't know if he would ever speak to her again. Pocahontas kept to
herself
and so did John.
    Breakfast was served in the kitchen and everyone sat down to eat in the
cargo
hold. Pocahontas got her plate and sat down next to one of her new friends she
met
on the ship, Christine. Christine knew the bond that was growing between
Pocahontas and John, but to see her friend not be with him that morning
startled
her. They were always close.
    Christine looked at Pocahontas and noticed that her eyes were red from
crying.
"Pocahontas? What are you doing over here? Where's John?"
Pocahontas didn't answer right away. She made herself more comfortable next to
Christine and slowly started to pick at her food.
"I don't know and I don't care....... I ah just wanted a change, that's all."
Pocahontas seemed angry, but also upset.
"Oh, but you always eat with John. Has something happened?" Christine leaned
closer to Pocahontas so she could see her face.
"Nothing has happened. I just said I wanted a change... okay." Pocahontas
looked
Christine in the eyes intensely.
"all right, if you say so. So how are you?"
"I'm..... fine." Pocahontas tediously pecked at her food, almost like a bird.
Christine
decided to not talk to Pocahontas anymore because she knew something was up
and
she would just wait to see what it was, Pocahontas would have to tell
sometime.
    Some more crew members began to file in to the room with their plates of
food
and John walked in with a couple of them, laughing and talking. He tried to
not look
at Pocahontas, who was seated facing the door. John held is plate and kept up
with
the other guys who were going to sit down at a grouping of cargo boxes in the
back.
Pocahontas glanced at John but quickly looked away and pushed a fork full of
food
in her mouth. Christine watched the two and instantaneously knew that they had
an
argument of some sort.
    Pocahontas quietly sat, but she was crying inside. John didn't even look
at her!
She was sitting right there in front of the door and he ignored her. 'He
doesn't
love me.....' Pocahontas looked at her food, though her eyes began to fill
with tears
and everything began to get blurry. She rubbed the tears away, but more would
just come.
    John didn't eat much of his food. His appetite was lost and he couldn't
stay
focused.
"Hey John, so what are you doing over here eating with us guys? Should you be
over their with your girl?" A sailor named James slapped John's back and
grinned
to him.
"Oh, I just wanted to eat with you guys today... I never talk to you much."
"But what about Pocahontas? Now you've left her over there all alone to talk
to no
one."
"She has Christine...... besides, I don't care about her anymore."
All the men in the group looked at John in shock! Pocahontas was everything to
John and they all knew it... she was always the main topic when John spoke.
"What?!" Another sailor spoke up. John didn't say anymore and watched
Pocahontas huddle over her plate.
"Got tired of her huh? What was the problem, she leave her skirt down to
long?"
One crew member shouted and all the men started to laugh. They thought it was
real funny, but John was offended. He immediately sat up and walked towards to
door to leave, although was stopped by the captain who was entering.
"Hey John! Where you going in such a rush? I have an announcement to make!"
The
captain grabbed John's arm and pulled him over to the said so he could speak
up.
"Attention everyone! I have an announcement!" Everyone put down their forks
and
looked up. "I would like to tell everyone how well this voyage is going and
that we
will be arriving to land in a matter of weeks.... maybe even this week. Also, I
would
like to say, due to this extreme heat, we've had a couple heat exhaustion's.
Pocahontas yesterday fainted and was taken into the care of John Rolfe here.
Pocahontas is better." He looked down at Pocahontas who was standing in front
of
her. "Come up here Pocahontas. See, Pocahontas is doing much better, so if you
get
heat exhaustion, call on my friend here John and he will take care of you!"
The
captain began to laugh, it was supposed to be a joke but John felt really
embarrassed. Pocahontas stood up next to the captain and he pulled her over to
next to John. The captain looked at them both and nudged John with his elbow
and
winked to Pocahontas.
    Pocahontas turned bright red with anger and tears streamed from her eyes.
She
quickly pushed away from them and ran outside up the stairs to the top deck.
John
was angry at the Captain for making that joke and John ran after her.

*********************

    At the back of the boat, Pocahontas leaned over the side of the ship to
look at
the breaking waves. John didn't see her at first when he came up, but he
looked on
the other side of the Captain's quarters and found her standing there alone.
More
then anything did he want to go to her and say he was sorry for everything
that had
happened, but a part of him kept him away. John slowly forced himself to walk
over to her and the squeaking floor boards gave away his presence. She looked
over
her shoulder to see who it was and then quickly turned away. Pocahontas didn't
want to talk to him.
"Pocahontas?" John said in a low voice. Pocahontas did not answer. "I know
this is a
little late and I should of told you sooner, but I didn't know if you would
except
it......... I'm sorry for everything...... please forgive me...... I couldn't help
myself last night,
I... I...... I just love you too much, you have no idea." John walked up next to
ledge
near Pocahontas and she took a step away from him, though he got closer.
"Pocahontas, I want you...... You and no one else. If you don't want me,
then.... then
you must tell me because I don't want to keep going on feeling this way if you
don't care for me...... please say something......"
    Pocahontas rubbed her head against her shoulder and curled up into a
little ball.
Should she forgive John? He was confessing. Telling her he was sorry and that
he
loved her. Pocahontas wanted to say yes, with all her heart, but for some
reason,
nothing came out. Finally after Pocahontas thought about it, she turned around
to
face John and tell him she loved him, but he was gone.
"John?" Pocahontas looked around and noticed a sailor standing next to the
door.
"Where did John go?" The sailor looked up at her.
"He went down below.... and didn't look to happy either."
'Oh No' Pocahontas thought...... he had left before she could answer. He
probably
thought now that she did not love him. Pocahontas ran down below and quickly
went
to John's room.
"John." She slightly opened the door and peeked in. John was laying on his bed
on
his stomach. Pocahontas let herself in and closed the door quietly. "John?"
"Go away......." an angry voice replied.
"But John..... "She tried to get in a word before John got up out of bed and
started
towards her.
"I said get out. Leave! I don't want your piety!" John's broad chest
surrounded
Pocahontas and she was trapped into walking back towards the door.
"No John!" Pocahontas pushed by him and walked over to the other side of the
room. "I'm not leaving." She positioned herself next to the desk in the
corner.
Laying on the desk she noticed the same drawing she had looked at earlier. It
was
all crinkled up, as if someone rolled it up into a ball but then up wrapped
it.
Pocahontas lifted the picture and held it close to her. John stood there
staring at
her with sad puppy dog eyes. "John, you didn't give me time to answer."
Pocahontas
looked up at him and smiled, "I love you so much!" She didn't say anything
else and
ran to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. The
drawing
flew down to the floor as she grabbed a hold of John.
"Pocahontas...." John said in a soothed deep voice, "oh Pocahontas."
"John......"
    John tipped his head back and looked at Pocahontas in the eyes. He
moistened
his lips and gently touched hers. Pocahontas parted her lips as John pressed
harder, sucking in all her breath. She placed her hand on his cheek and slid
it
around to the back of his neck. John was wet with perspiration. Moving his
hands
down the curves of her body, John pushed Pocahontas body to his. Pocahontas'
heart began to pound harder has she felt his warm hand un-tie her dress in the
back. One by one, John un did each weave. The tight dress around Pocahontas
became loose and began to slide down her shoulders. John moved his lips to her
soft
neck and then to her chest, pulling down the dress as he moved down.
Pocahontas
brushed her fingers through John's long brown hair and took out the band that
held it together. He stood up to face her and quickly pulled off his shirt,
revealing
his white bare chest bulging with muscle. His hair flew down upon his
shoulders and
swiped against Pocahontas' face.
    Pocahontas pulled down her dress and it dropped to the floor. She closed
her
eyes as John caressed her breasts. Slowly she could feel his hand slide down
in-between her legs. His warm musasing made her gentile throb and become wet
through her underwear. Pocahontas pulled off her underwear and John rubbed her
even more then before.
    They went over to the bed and lied down. John pulled off his pants to
expose
himself. Tenderly, John kissed Pocahontas more on the lips and pulled himself
on
top of her. She spread her legs far and John felt his way into the depths of
her.
The piercing pain shot through Pocahontas' body and she had to let out a
little cry.
John wrapped his arms around her as he performed and kissed Pocahontas' neck.
He gave out a groan and Pocahontas kissed John back on the lips to quiet him.
"I love you...." Pocahontas whispered in his ear. She held on to him tighter
and did
not let go.

*********************

    Hours later, John and Pocahontas feel asleep in his bed. They were still
holding
onto each other.  Their true feelings for each other were finally out and they
never
ever wanted to be apart again.

The End

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