Free Hearts (Angelic and Ruphhausin)

He was watching with great interest the goings on in the pale men’s village, and he saw the females and kept a good watch over them. He had been hunting closer to the village lately, but that was because he had seen her out in the forest some time before while he was morning his wife and daughter. He had gotten the deer he had been tracking, and he saw the children. They were magnificent creatures, and he was able to follow them just enough to know where the village was. They were so innocent, treating animals with tenderness as they found them. He had left and went back to the deer, finding it intact and then returning to his own village.

He had taken to hunting alone a great deal in the last few months, and he then was scouting out the settlement of the pale skins. He had heard things, both good and bad in equal ways. He was Powhatan, and he was healthy and strong as were all the men of his people. The pale ones, called English, called his people Virginia Algonquian, and he was very curious about how they did things. He was trying to be very quiet, as he did not want to scare anyone as he investigated as best as he could. They were a little loud, but not as much as he had been told by others even from his own tribe. He moved through and behind trees, able for some time to stay hidden as he observed all he could.

They wore layers of clothing, so much more than any of his people wore. They were just like those who had come before them and had made an agreement with is tribe. They stayed on there side of the fishing waters, and he as the current werowance of his had to eventually go and investigate them. It was not that he did not want to, but it was that he had only been chief of his tribe mere weeks when his love and child were taken from him. He thought very long and hard as he looked at them, moving about their homes and on their paths between them and others of their “buildings”. He had not been either dismissive or condemnative of the pales, rather he had not known how to deal with them until he was finished with his grieving. His haze of pain, as he called it, was clearing and he realized they could learn from this people on a tribe to tribe level.

Upon returning to his tribe’s village, he called the elders together. He spoke to them, telling them of what he had been doing and how he felt that the peace was not enough. He told them of his want to get to know the pales, and that he was ready as werowance to do so. He made no promises, only reminding them that he had heard both of good and bad with them in mind, and that even as chief he would not make anyone accept what he said and wanted. He always listened to his elders, and he listened to them as they weighed the ideas he presented. The “English” were farming and fishing responsibly, as well as hunting as they should as none of them remembered in recent memory their loud guns ruining a hunt of any of the tribe. A couple voiced their displeasure of their relieving themselves in places that scared off good deer, but they had not any really complants not even about the children who at times played in spots where their hunters were trying to get prey.

The next morning, with a few of the warriors and one of the elders with him, he made way toward the settlement. A few of the children saw them, and they ran back into the “town”, that was the name of it, and soon some of the adults were collecting to wait for them. Some of the men were armed, it appeared, but they were leaving their weapons in a manner to show they were not hostle but ready if needed, just like he and his warriors were. But they were not there for anything but a trade initially. The winter was coming, they were able to communicate, and they wanted to share the furs and skins they had.

The pale called “Mayor” was smiling, and was wanting to be very generous with the trade. They had a crop they called a “bumper”, and the things they wished to share were good and would be plenty. The children did stare some, but he realized that he had stared at the pales when he was their moons old, so why should they not be interested. He looked at the men and women, and was pleased somehow that he was trying to move past his grief for his people, and perhaps for the settlement as well.

That day was rather warm and Kathleen was sitting in the schoolhouse that she owned and taught in grading some papers. She was actually the only teacher in the settlement, so most of the time her work was certainly cut out for herself. She had to deal with children of all ages in the settlement, though, most of them actually loved her. Most of them thought very highly of her and she had been one of the very fortunate few women who knew enough about the subjects that children needed to learn in order to be able to teach. She had never been born of a rich family like most of the women in society in England. Most of them were in Court and dealing with such things that she would honestly never know. She had never been put out in society to be accepted or taken by a man for his wife. It had never really bothered her that much, so it wasn't that hard to imagine that she really didn't care. It didn't matter much to her at all that she would never be a courtier. There was so much that came with that that she was truly happy being just what she was.

Although, she was one of the few women in the settlement who had the looks that she did and it wasn't very weird that she got offers from men that wanted her hand in marriage. Though, it never seemed quite right for her to do so. She looked a lot younger than she actually was. She was about 25 years old and most thought her to be a young woman in her teens. She found that rather flattering, but it just wasn't the truth. She was not that young, but she was very much so flattered that men thought her to be that young. It was very much a good compliment to her. Though, those kinds of things didn't matter to her when she had children to be teaching and papers to grade.

Kathleen had beautiful golden hair that was almost close to being white because it was such a pale color. She also had equally pale skin that was soft as butter and some of the smoothest skin that most men probably would ever be able to touch. Her eyes were equally as stunning as her pale and beautiful hair and skin. She had emerald eyes that were a very light green that they looked like they belonged to some kind of exotic wildcat of the jungle. Her body was mostly hidden beneath the dresses, but she had a slim body that had svelty curves on her body. Her dresses were normally made of cotton and whatever material she could afford to buy with her funds. She was lucky that she was even getting paid by a English man who was paying her to teach the children. That was the only reason that she had come out here to this wild land.

She was unknowing that day of the excitement outside as she sat there in a pink cotton dress with light bits of lace across it and it was long sleeved so that it left barely anything bared to anyone's eyes. Her neck and a bit of her chest was revealed, but other than that, nothing was showing besides her hands. Her hands were delicate and soft. They were long fingered, but beautifully slender like the rest of her body. She wore glasses that were classy and fit her as she sat there in the schoolhouse reading over papers and grading them accordingly for one of her English classes. She had on a shawl that was wrapped around her arms and her beautifully pale hair was mostly down except for half of it or a little than half that was pinned up a bit. It made her look younger, but that was never her intent and a woman her age didn't have to worry about such things like appropriate manners and such. She was older and the rules didn't quite apply to her because of the fact that she was out in a wild land that had still yet to be developed.

Though, if she were honest with herself, she didn't really think much of the fact that the land she lived in was wild. It was really quite a beautiful land and she was sure that she could love the land if it stayed the same. She loved to take walks at times in the forest and just watch the deer and their babies run around the forest. It always made her think of her own children that she hoped to have one day, but she doubted that she really would. It was rather upsetting that she wouldn't have her own babies one day, but she was sure that she couldn't support such a thing now a days anyways.

Kathleen sighed as she looked up from the paper that she was grading and saw that it was quite cloudy outside and she was sure that winter must just be around the corner. They would get snow, of course, and she was always thrilled about such prospects because she loved the snow. Though, she wasn't very prepared to go out into the snow with her shoes being what they were, so that wasn't going to be a possibility, but she rather liked watching it fall and stick the ground and turn everything in a wonderland of white. She knew that the children loved those times and most of the time, she didn't teach during the days that it snowed so bad that the children couldn't walk from their homes. She took off her glasses as she stood up and walked over to the window. That was when she noticed that people were gathered for some reason and she thought that it must be the Indians from this land. She sighed and shook her head as she headed outside, pulling the shawl around her slender arms more.

What was it about them that intrigued him, he wondered? Was it the mystery that they hide behind the dress that they wore, or the exotica in their eyes? He knew their paleness appealed to him, as they were so much different than his own people. It was something that showed him that there were other ways, and people that could adapt to things. They did rely on their "thunder sticks" more than they should, but those were the men if it were the case. Others, especially the women, were much more accommodating, if that was the right word, and able to understand things and how they should be done. There were a few things needing to be ironed out in the trading, and the furs were distributed well in a very short time, only a few of them not taken as he and the "Mayor" continued to talk about how things could continue that well. It was going to be very important for both villages, as the one called "Mayor" said they saw their settlement as.

It was while he was talking to him that the Powhatan saw her, and though he was able to keep himself in check, he was absolutely enraptured by her. Her lovely young face, her lovely almost white hair, her skin like the butter and cheese the "town" wanted to trade, and her eyes that were like a big mountain cats all appealed to him. Her lips were soft-looking and like the bud of a ripen fruit, making him wonder what kissing them may be like. He had never thought those things before about anyone in his tribe, as he had never thought about anyone after his wife had passed. His morning was over, but he was still shocked at himself as he had never been drawn to someone in such a sudden manner. As she got closer, he saw the intense intelligence in her eyes, and he was taken with that even more than her appearance. It was not that her beauty was not evident, it was the fact that he, as a leader of his people, needed much more in a mate.

Was he really entertaining that idea, his mind coming back to himself totally as he nodded and suggested what he thought was a fairer trade for the cheeses and butter. The "Mayor" though of stature and position, was still giving a little more than he thought, but the strong ropes and dried meats were more than enough for the town to use to stretch their supplies. He also promised some of his men as guides, as well as sharing some planting ideas for best yield on the crops they still needed help with. The baskets of the berries that they had were very good, and as she got closer, he told which would be best for what, especially the ones that were good for medicine, but poison if eaten. The "Mayor" nodded more, seeing that by being honest with what he didn't understand was more helpful than English pride, was very forward. He talked about losing some men earlier in the year, and never having come back. The Powhatan listened, finding the details very puzzling as it sounded unusual to him. He turned from "Mayor" whispering to the Elder. The Elder was very upset, as the English were no where near that careless. On turning back to "Mayor" to affirm his people's unity in helping find out what happened, she was there.

He was able to hide his surprise that she was there, even though she had been walking toward them. The "Mayor" realized that she was there, and he was pleased. She really had been a coup for the town, a really educated teacher who wanted to be long term there for the children for all their educational needs, as well as who may help those who were "slower" than others. He then decided to be hospitable more, smiling and gesturing as he spoke to the Powhatan.

"This is Kathleen Edwards, our town's new school teacher, Powhatan. Kathleen, this is the Powhatan of the local Indian tribe nearby. He and his men brought skins and a few other things to trade, as well as offered the use of some of his hunters as guides. I was hoping that you could help with any teaching of them to learn our language, as well as maybe helping us to learn theirs."

Kathleen smiled at the Mayor of the town and walked over to him and the rather intimidatingly large Indian male that he was talking to. She had to admit that she had seen plenty of drawings and sketchings of the Indian males, but this one was quite different then any others she had seen. He was tall and well built with muscles and smooth dark skin that contrasted so well with her own pale skin. It looked so smooth to the touch and she found herself wondering what would it be like to run her delicate hand across the warmth of his bared skin. He also looked very noble and that was something she was correct in thinking because of the fact that Mr. Dobson just told her that he was the Powhatan of their tribe. That made much sense why he seemed to hold himself with such a noble air, but there was just something so knowing in those dark eyes that were almost like the dark night sky. She thought that was rather inappropriate of her to be thinking of such thoughts because surely a man like himself had a wife and children, so those thoughts were not appropriate for her to be thinking of.

She nodded softly to the Powhatan with a warm smile before she looked at Mr. Dobson. "I would be more than willing to help them learn our language, although I will confess, as much of a teacher as I am, Mr. Dobson, I do not know their language. I am afraid that is something that isn't in books as of yet and so it is quite impossible that I would know how to speak it." Kathleen paused slightly and leaned a tiny bit closer to Mr. Dobson as she whispered something to him. "Although, I do not think that they know much English, if you want me to be frank because they have no reason to know our language. Our people haven't been on the best of terms with their own since we came to their land, Mr. Dobson." Kathleen thought he already knew that, but she thought in the interest of trying not to seem rude to the Indians, she didn't want him to completely think that they understood every word that he was saying. Which effectively was the reason why she hadn't exactly said hello to them properly because she was sure their knowledge on English was very limited.

Kathleen had always wanted to learn more about the Indians, but she didn't know exactly how possible that was with her work schedule. She taught most days and the days that she wasn't teaching, she was stuck at her home or the schoolhouse grading papers and coming up with assignments and such things as most teachers were. As a teacher, she was always happy about learning new things and always excited about teaching those new things to her students. There were just so many things in the world that were out there to be discovered and she had only learned a very minuscule portion of that knowledge. That was another reason she was also so stuck in her books and reading to learn more information and teach all of that information to her students. Knowledge had always been something that she thought was rather powerful to have and she didn't think that there were many people that didn't want to go without knowledge of at least something in the world. Whether it was a knowledge of knitting or fighting, but most people had some kind of knowledge on certain topics and in a way, everyone had a chance to be a good teacher to others. Though, she had just decided to be one of those people to teach others the things that she knew and she knew that they would eventually need in their lives.

There was no exception to this about how she wanted to learn about the Indians and their ways because surely there was something that they could learn from each other. She thought those that fought with the Indians were rather ridiculous because in all technicality this was their land to begin with. The English came over here and tried to take their land from the Indians when it really wasn't theirs to take and that was exactly how she felt about the situation. There were many things that she felt strongly on and this just happened to be one of those topics. She thought that the English had taken the land from the Indians and that they honestly really shouldn't be there, but the Indians were kind enough to allow them to be there. Kathleen knew that she would be sorely upset to see anything happen to the Indians, but she knew that things would not stay so smooth and peaceful for very long before conflict arouse between the Indians and English.

He smiled very broadly, very pleased with the one called Kathleen. The Mayor, who was called Dobson from what she had said, was wanting them to learn, and one of the words that the Powhatan did know was "teacher". It was similar to how the Elders taught the Ways to the younger members of the tribe, and he was delighted at the idea of learning more about them as well as their language. The idea of sharing his people's language as well was pleasing, but he was very curious about her especially. Her clothing, as they called it that, was a bit different. He knew the terms for the differences were "style" and "fashion", as he had eavesdropped on some of the women and picked up some more of their words but was not comfortable with using any of them just yet.

Dobson was very calm as he listened to Kathleen's every word, and he did see her point of view. Every time that any Europeans had made agreements with the Natives, they had broken those at the slightest excuse. Dobson wanted to be different, because they had found self-sustenance surprisingly easy in a number of ways. They grew only for what they really thought they needed, but they practiced crop rotation as well as harvesting and replenishing native edible plants as well. They also used both native and imported animals, but kept them from interloping, just as they did with their hunting. They only used and took what they needed, but they still did not have as adequate skills as they thought they would. Dobson was a religious man, but he also knew that there were ways he did not understand that were just as good as their own. That did not always get reflected in the population of the town, but it was the majority so far and was how he was Mayor for so long. He leaned in and began expressing his thoughts to her, letting her know that she did have good points.

"I know that, Kathleen. The Powhatan has some English, and that is enough for a beginning I would think. I know how others have treated the Indians, but we also have not been intrusive to their side of what the call the Water, or the lake, and he explained, I think, that the children, after school, have gone out that far. They did not cause any mischief, but showed how they are learning. His words are not always in line with ours, but he explained that they remind him of the children in their village. I was able to get him to show the direction of his tribe, and that is in the general direction of the places where my son said you take the children out to explore. They were quiet, and he only knew because he had been hunting when he saw them for the first time and was curious."

Kathleen listened to Mr. Dobson and sighed as she realized of course the children would go out there. She was, after all, setting that example because she liked them to have a fair knowledge on the outside world as well as nature. There was so much that she hoped that she could teach them and part of that was letting them explore within her knowledge and supervision, but apparently they were also doing it without supervision as well. It was rather good to hear that they weren't causing disturbances or anything along with the fact that she hoped everything was alright. She knew that children at that age could be out there bullying other children and that is part of what had her concerned, but she nodded at Mr. Dobson. "I would be more than willing to teach them our language. I am sure you can set it up and I need to get back to grading papers, Mr. Dobson. Give my regards to your wife." she said politely. She looked at the Powhatan again and still couldn't escape that feeling of something. She wasn't sure what it was that was there, but she nodded politely to him and started back towards the general direction of the schoolhouse. Kathleen was sure that Mr. Dobson didn't need her to be there to set it up and he could just come back and tell her when to start doing so and where to do it. She really had much work to do and she felt as though she had gotten so little of it done.

She sighed as she looked around the town slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest. There were children that waved to her as she walked by them and she just smiled warmly as she was known for and waved back. She was well known for being probably the most understanding and kind woman in the town. As well as the best teacher that they could have. Oh she was sure that some of her colleagues back home would argue that she was too soft on the children at times, but children didn't really need to be smacked with rulers and such things to get it into their minds that they shouldn't do certain things. She had a good bit of authority in the town and the children knew that. They also knew that she knew all of their parents, for the good and the bad.

Though Kathleen foolishly couldn't help, but turn her head back towards Mr. Dobson and the Indian Powhatan. She looked at him and thought again about how darkly and exotically handsome he really was. She was sure that if he had a wife that she must've been a lucky woman and somehow she felt the shadow of envy prickle her smooth and soft skin. She looked back forwards and tried her best to ignore the stirrings of what she was sure was desire in her body. What woman in their right mind wouldn't feel such a thing towards any male that looked like that? Beyond that he had an intelligence in his dark eyes that made her think he knew exactly what was going on and that nothing slipped past him ever. That was something that was even more inviting than thinking about what it would be like to run her pale and delicate hands across the smooth and firm skin of his chest and arms.

Kathleen was also thinking that she was dangerously close to edging towards something that she could completely leave alone. He was a Chief of an Indian tribe and she was just a simple school teacher. There was nothing that could possibly go on between the two of them and aside from that he couldn't even speak proper English and yet that still wasn't helping to alleviate the images running through her mind. It wasn't as if it was completely inappropriate for a woman her age because she was well beyond the age to be courted in her mind, so perhaps it was alright for her to wonder what it would be like to have a strong, intelligent handsome male like that sweep her off of her feet and make love to her. She was busy most days and didn't have time to think about it, but there were times that she certainly did think about it. She wondered many a times about what it would be like to be swept off of her feet like that and spend hours making love to a man beneath silken sheets or even on the grass in the spring time. She knew that she had no man like that in her life even for all her beauty and she knew that she probably never would.

It had been a few months, and as he had been doing as best as he could, the Powhatan, whose name in his native tongue was Achak Ahanu (Spirit Who Laughs in English), was learning steadily. There were setbacks, some of which were a bit more embarrassing to him than to Kathleen. He was bushing at least have of the time he was with her, or was that it. He had not gotten flustered, if that also was the word for it, since Clouds Dancing With Rain, his wife, and he first found each other. He was now understanding what he had been and was feeling for the Pale Teacher, and he also was dealing with the fact he liked the feelings he was feeling.

When they were just in a group of people, either in her “town” or in his village, he was very nervous around her. He was a wise leader, and he was picking up on what she was teaching and guiding them to understand, but he was scared of her at the same time. He thought about many things, from the sound of her voice and the color of her hair, eyes, and skin, to how her lips would feel under his and how his hands could stir sensations that she could feel on her flesh. He was twisted up inside a bit over it, and he prayed to the Spirits over it repeatedly. It was hard, as he wondered what his people thought of their Powhatan getting flustered around a Pale Skin female. If they had opinions, they, especially the Elders, kept them to themselves for many moons.

It was in the middle of those moons that his wife’s spirit started to soothe him, explaining that she had known her time was shorter than most. She had not expected their baby girl to depart with her, but she let him know she was not upset and that it really was time for him to move on with life. He awoke every time with a stronger sense of understanding, but the Elders still remained silent. This was something that he knew they had to be pondering, even if they said nothing. But he did not care about that as much as he should have. He started with small gatherings of flowers, the Pale called them “bouquets”, he would have for her. He also gave her beaded jewelry from time to time that he made himself, but would not make her feel on the spot about them.

It was before the first time he would really be alone with Kathleen, as they usually had some privacy in either the village or “town”, but now they would really be alone. The Elders summoned him, and he was certain they knew by now that he had been giving overtures to the lovely Pale Woman. He was told to sit, and he did, the pipe passed around as things were discussed.

“You and the Teacher make very good medicine together, Powhatan.”

He looked at them all, not denying but also startled at how much they perceived. It shouldn’t have, but it did. The Elder known as Runs with Deer smiled, his eyes seeing the confession in his face.

“We did not speak till now as it had to be given time to bloom. You know we cannot tell you what she will say, but you should go and ask for yourself.”

The smoke from the pipe was very good, and some more talk was given. Kathleen, they had decided, was the maker of strong medicine in her town, as well as Dobson and a few others. They made the trade strong, and it was decided. He would talk to her about his affection for her, as she was living alone in the village. He would be honest, and share with her whatever she wanted to know. When he left, he took a couple of bundles, plans in his head even though he also was prepared for the worst as well.

Over the past few months, Kathleen had been quite enjoying her time with the Powhatan, whose name, she learned, was Achak Ahanu. She called him Achak, for short and he never really objected. He was learning quite well as she taught him and some of the others of his tribe. There were times that she could swear that he was looking at her in quite a way that made her body do weird things and it made it hard to focus on anything, but him. That was rather an embarrassing that happened to her when she was standing there in front of some members of his tribe. And of course, there were the times that he brought her jewelry that was so beautiful and exotic to her and then the small bouqets of flowers as well. She wondered if he was trying to court her in some way and she just wasn't sure about whether or not that was right. It was hard to tell with the way he acted at times, but there were so many other times that he just looked at her with these looks that she felt as though her entire body was smoldering with desire. There many nights that she would have dreams that weren't quite appropriate. Dreams about his large dark hands touching all over her pale skin and those enticing lips and dark eyes of his touching every part of her body. Including the very small tuft of hair that covered her most private parts. After those kinds of dreams, it was hard not to look at him and see him as she saw him in her dreams. Wearing nothing, but his dark and beautiful smooth skin and touching her and kissing her in ways that weren't quite appropriate.

It had been months since that had been starting to happen and now there was the time that they were going to be alone. She felt ridiculously nervous about it. She was a twenty five year old woman and she shouldn't have been so nervous about this, but she really was quite nervous about it. It was rather hard to think about anything else as she was at her small cabin inside of the town, getting ready. She was standing there in bedroom in front of her closet that held her dresses, trying to decide exactly what to wear right now. She thought that perhaps the pink dress would look the best on her and she decided that that would be best. She pulled on her pantalets underneath her chemise and corset before she she put on the petticoats, which took a couple of minutes to do such a thing because of the wiring. She then started to put on the soft clothed dress that was long sleeved again because of how cold it was getting as of late. She settled it over herself and tied it up in the back as she was accustomed to doing now a days.

The pink dress she was wearing had lace on the ends of the sleeves and across the neckline of her dress. The neckline, unfortunately, was cut a little bit lower than her normal dresses and she didn't really wear this dress unless she felt the need to look particularly beautiful. It was odd that she was going to wear it now as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her long pale hair was curled slightly from her bath and she softly pinned half it up as she normally did and left the rest curling across her back. She knew that he would be here any moment and she wasn't even sure what she was supposed to teach him today. Honestly, Kathleen wasn't even sure why he was coming by himself this time, but she had told him to meet her at her home instead of the schoolhouse. She slipped into her slippers and sighed as she was trying to decide whether or not to put on her shawl.

She called him Achak, and the sound of his “first name” coming from her lips thrilled him to no measure. He became a little boy again at times with her, not because he felt he should act that way, but because she brought out an innocent perception of her as well as the one any man should feel where she was concerned. He had asked about her, and learned that no man in the town had stoked her curiosity. He had to move between feelings of awe, pride, and disheartenment, as though he was glad he was getting more attention from her, even though they were being thrust together by the situations, he was amazed and upset that not one Pale Skinned Male seemed to be worthy of her. It made him walk toward her home with a bit more pride, but also at the same time it concerned him that he was reading things in her looks at him and the way she carried herself that were not there.

He was not dressed in his ceremonial wear, but he had on his best breechcloth and leggings, as well as a cloth blouse and jacket decorated with the beadwork his wife had put on it. His cloak and moccasins also were his wife’s work, and she had taught him things many of the elder women, including his own mother, had not been able to. His mother-in-law had been at the second meeting he had with the women, not really a meeting but advice. She had told him to look well, as she knew her daughter had gone so that Kathleen could come. One never departs unless another is there to fill the space, her words as she smoothed the blouse on his chest. It was as it had been with her, as his own mother had died while they were waiting the time for the marriage and now she was his mother in the other woman’s place. When he had left, he slowly had walked past all of the waginogans (wigwams) and saw some of those who approved. Most did approve, but those who may not have approved said nothing as he went to make medicine with Kathleen.

When he reached her house, he stopped at the door, the small bundle he had been carrying with her almost falling out of his hands. It contained something he made for her, and he suddenly questioned whether or not it was appropriate. He had only given something like it once before, but now he was there with it, and as he knocked on her door he wondered. It was not he was questioning himself in any way, merely that he was not certain of what would happen when he told her the intent of the gift. It was, in his own way, an initiation of what he hoped would be a real courtship for the intention of eventual marriage.

Kathleen was waiting in her home, doing stupid little things around the house as she waited for Achak to get there. She really was quite curious about what was going on today because she really couldn't recall anything about teaching him today. And she certainly didn't recall agree to teaching any of the Elders or members of the tribe, so she was quite curious as to what this was about. The very fact that she was getting very excited about seeing him was rather interesting and was saying something about what she felt for him, but was that right? She had learned of his daughter and his wife, so she knew that she was feeling quite guilty about wanting him in the ways that she did. It was rather weird and it was hard for her to understand. Although, to be honest, all of this was hard to understand, at this point. The fact that she had those rather vivid dreams about him was rather disturbing and so very enticing and seductive. She knew that he was single and available, but there was something within her that was feeling as though she were unfairly trying to take his wife's place. Now Kathleen was sure that no woman would ever be able to take her place, but still, Kathleen felt as though it were wrong.

She was just standing there in her small kitchen when she heard the strong knock on the door. She did jump a little and pressed a hand to her heart as she calmed herself down because she knew who it was. She looked towards the door and smoothed out the soft cotton of her light pink dress. She walked over to the door and felt like she was a silly schoolgirl with a bit of a crush on this man and it was rather ridiculous for her to be feeling this way. She watched as her hand moved towards the handle of the front door and she noticed that it was shaking a bit. Kathleen couldn't believe how nervous she was just to be alone with him. It was rather stupid, but there was nothing that she could do about it because she just didn't think that there was anything she could do to calm down her nerves.

With that thought in mind, she just brushed the thoughts aside as she opened the door and saw him standing there with a package in his hand. It looked like it was rather heavy, but Achak was rather muscular, so it was rather easy to figure out that he could handle it. "Hi. That looks rather heavy, why don't you come in?" she said with a warm smile that most of the time was just for him. She stepped back from the door to let him in, though his tall frame was a bit big against the door, but she was sure that he could fit.

When she opened the door, Achak for a moment stopped breathing as he saw Kathleen. She was breathtaking, quite literally for him, and he suddenly realized he had to have her. He had no idea that even the Mayor was seeing these things, and though there were those in the town that thought it improper he was with the majority who saw the good in it. Many of the men were jealous, but they saw why she had not had the interest in them she was having in the Indian leader. He slowly set down the bundle he brought with him close by her and moved very close to her. The door had shut itself, and her shudders were closed and tight, meaning that one one would be able to see or hear much from the well-made house. He was right in front of her when his hands reached up to her face and held it in place as he kissed her.

His lips started closed, but they opened like a flower would as it blossomed. They coaxed hers open as well, his tongue starting by tasting the insides of her lips first. He moved the tip to taste her gums and teeth, stroking inside there as he moved his hands down from her face to her neck and shoulders. He was caressing her on those places, not moving his hands below them just yet. He was pressing against her, continuing the kiss as long as possible. He loved the feel of her body against his, stirrings inside of him beginning to show in ways she would never mistake for something else. He loved her, and yet he was still a little frightened of her at the same time. He had his eyes open, something that meant to him as a gesture of knowing he was accepting all of her, even if it were things he had yet to know. He slowly moved his hands down to her upper arms, not stopping her from doing anything if he could help it.

After lingering for a time that seemed an eternity to him, his hands found her small, slim waist. He rested them there, pulling her slowly against him and holding her to him. He wanted her suddenly to really feel what she was making him feel at that moment, uncertainty only existing in what he was thinking she would do. How she would respond was alien to him at the moment, but he felt now was the time for him to express what he was feeling.

Kathleen had not honestly been sure what she had been expecting. She just hadn't been sure honestly what to expect because she hadn't even known why he was coming over today. But when she opened the door and stepped away from it to allow him inside, it became quite clear to what was going on. In all honesty, had she been expecting it? Not really considering that she was still wracked with guilt about his wife and daughter. But it was honestly hard to even think about that right now because he had his hands on her small waist and was surprised at how well his lips felt against her own. It was very hard to think straight at all with his hands holding her gently the way he was and with his lips and tongue against her own. She could feel the amazing sensation of her first kiss and the way he was kissing was so soft and gentle that she just didn't know what to expect. She hadn't really thought that many men with his build and strength would be so soft and gentle and strangely it was more exciting than anything she had ever felt in her life. This amazing feeling that she had wondered for so long what his kiss and hands on her would feel like and now here he was actually touching and kissing her. Had she really been wrong all that time to not see this? True, there had been times that she had thought she had seen things in his eyes that had hinted at this, but this was absolutely something completely different.

His lips beneath her were more than enough to incite a response from her and she softly stepped closer to his body, feeling the warmth radiating from his body to her own and pressed her slight body against his larger and stronger frame. It felt much better than she could remember even in her dreams. She had dreamt about it so many times that she had been sure that the real thing would never compare to what she had dreamt about, but it felt ten times better. It felt wonderful to feel his body slightly dwarfing her own small body as her slender, long fingered hands came up to run up his arms. They softly stroked his arms and then started to slide up more on his arms. They moved from his arms to his shoulders and from there they wrapped around his neck, but doing so actually raised her up onto her tip toes as she softly was returning his kiss. Her lips were glad to part for his tongue to softly explore her mouth and at first, she felt rather shy, but then her own soft pink tongue came out to softly lick his lips, then his tongue. The further they got into the kiss, the more easy it got for her to feel comfortable in it. Her lips, and tongue were exploring his lips and his mouth, and while he left his eyes open, Kathleen did as well for the majority of the kiss, but soon they were heavy with passion and they slid shut.

Her hands softly slid higher up and into his dark locks of hair, softly running her delicate long fingers through the silky dark strands. And after what seemed like a while, or rather eternity, Kathleen softly pulled away from his lips as her lashed eyelids opened slowly to look up at him. At that moment, she looked the very image of a thoroughly kissed female with her normally pink lush lips looking swollen and a darker shade of red. There was a pink tint to her soft alabaster cheeks as she looked up at him with her exotic emerald eyes that were heavy with passion. Kathleen had never known that kissing like that could cause such an immense amount of pleasure as it obviously had. It was hard to imagine what feeling his hands on her bare skin would feel like and that was something that she could not prevent her mind from wandering off to.

There had been so many nights that she had dreamed of him coming to her like this and both of taking each other in a storm of passion and love. Did Kathleen love him? That was something that she wasn't quite sure about that moment. She knew that she cared deeply for him, but she couldn't go so far as to say that she loved him. Even if the feelings were there in her eyes and there in her heart. She wasn't even sure what exactly could come from this because these days it just wasn't heard of for a white woman like herself to become a Indian Chief's wife. And did she really just think that? Why would she even think that? She had never really thought about marriage before and she wondered why it had suddenly occurred to her just then, but she brushed it off as she looked up at him. One of her soft hands came out of his hair to softly rub her hand across his cheek as her swollen and thoroughly kissed lips curved up into a warm and knowing smile. She wasn't even sure what there was to say to him at that moment. Except for maybe one thing. "I have been thinking about doing that for a very long time." Kathleen whispered softly as the pink tint to her cheeks slightly grew darker.

He was amused at how she was blushing, and he slowly moved his hands on her body. Her declaring honesty was very leasing to him, and he knew this very moment that he wanted her more. He did not rush anything, his hands moving slowly as he had often thought of doing in his imaginings. He found the ways to slowly take off her clothing, doing so with slow and deliberate patience. He saw no need to rush anything, as they were assured of being left alone. Where he house was located, was just secluded enough that privacy was not unexpected at all. He revealed in each piece of clothing he removed, his eyes telling her that she was worth the wait of all of this. He did not know if she would accept what he was giving her, but as he soon was getting to where he was seeing more of her alabaster flesh he really did want her to.

When he had her totally nude, he stopped long enough to check her fire for her. It was a momentary lapse in the focus of the moment, but he really hoped she understood how much he cared about her comfort to do so. After being assured, he turned to her, and he was struck by her beauty once more. How did he manage to have another woman so beautiful be gifted to him, that was the question that was on his mind as he slowly started to disrobe for her. He took the same amount of time taking his clothing off that he had in taking hers off. He did not want to frighten her, but he also did not slow down from the same pace that he had with her. When he was also nude, he moved closer to her so that she could touch him like her eyes had been telling him she wanted. He returned his hands to her sides, slowly pulling her to him as he kissed her again.

He slowly stroked and caressed her, letting her feel all of his body in contrast and comparison to her own. He felt the smoothness of her skin against his, his body just close and not moving to do anything without her signaling hims with hers. He would not push nor assume, as he so deeply wanted her he was waiting for her to surrender to him. He was persistent, but only to the point of pressing the issue that she was responding to him. He knew she would, but she had to know that it was more about the joining of their bodies he was after. He knew she was wanting to be his, and that the were at the right time and moment, he just was also wanting her to see the more tender side of what a man could do to and for a woman as well. His own desire was still growing, and he pressed against her a little more to show her he had need as well, only if she had forgotten what she had seen when he was nude for her before.