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The New World
Couple: John Smith/Pocahontas
Summary: John Smith and Pocahontas thoughts about seeing each other again in Jamestown during the winter starvation scene. (Spoilers inside)
Author Note: I loved this scene between the star-crossed lovers because I thought it really represented the struggles between their love for each other and the duties towards their people. Enjoy and please review!
It was a cold day during the middle of winter when my people and I walked the long trek to Jamestown. The animal skins felt warm against my body with the cool air and the soft snow trickling onto my face from the white sky. I knew that the English settlers boats wouldnt arrive until spring and they were low on food so I convinced my father to let me guide some of our people to the fort to bring the white men food. We brought all that we could: pumpkins, corn, squash, and beans. It wasnt much, but hopefully it would be enough to fill their bellies and give them hope for a fresh start when spring came.
The real reason why I wanted to come to Jamestown was to see him again. My love, John Smith, the man whom I rescued from death by the chiefs of my tribe for trespassing through our land. My father spared his life so that I could gain knowledge of his intentions here, but what I found was more. I found love. He was a god to me. The way he captured my heart and soul with one look into his soft brown eyes could make him no less than a god. I can still sense his eyes watching me as we walked so many times together through the forest before my people sent him back to the fort. I can still feel his rough, yet gentle hands trailing up and down my face and bare back. All those endless hours we spent playing in the meadows getting lost in each others arms kissing like sweet lovers do. Everything came back to me when we reached the entrance to Jamestown and the one of men opened the gate for us to come in.
I am coming to see you, my love, I whispered to myself. I am coming to be with you.
For many moons since his departure I have longed to feel his strong arms wrapped around my body again, feeling warmth, contentment, and peace. I was whole with I was with him. He was my other half, my soul mate, my everything, and that was why I had returned. I needed to know why he hadnt come back to see me like I had dreamt he would for countless nights now. Will that gentle, loving look still be in his earthy brown eyes when he sees me again? Did he still carry the feather I gave him when we silently confessed our love for each other by the river? Will he still love me like I love and adore him?
My love, do you still want me?
(John Smiths POV)
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