20A/N: Hi all!
Thank you for the reviews on my last chapter! This little one-shot is based off of, "Merry Christmas Darling." The last one was based off of, "Happy Christmas," where the first few lines of it go, "So, this is Christmas?"
I do not own these songs nor do I own the characters.
I hope you enjoy this! As always, reviews are much appreciated! I should be studying right now, instead I'm writing happy Pocahontas fluff. For who doesn't like some fluff every now and again?
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It took a moment for the man to figure out what was happening.
Captain John Smith blinked open his eyes then quickly shielded them as the bright sunlight poured in from the window. Groaning, he moved over to his other side as he languidly stretched in the warm blankets.
"Time to wake up," came his wife's voice as she nudged his shoulder.
"Why is the sun so bright?"
The man mumbled as Pocahontas gave a short laugh.
"Perhaps it is bright for it knows what day it is," she playfully replied as her fingers wove patterns in his blond hair.
The man gasped in realization then grinned to himself as in one quick motion he had looped an arm around his wife's middle and pulled her towards him. Any protest was halted as his lips moved against her own as he deepened the kiss.
The captain could not believe that he had not awakened before his wife. He had always been the first one up on this holiday awaking her with a loving embrace and a kiss on Christmas morning.
It became quite apparent to him now that it was her turn to return the favor.
The two of them had spent hours the night before decorating the small cabin that they shared with Christmas holly and ropes of garland around the tree. Tiny squares of candy hung on the branches as a small wood carving of the nativity scene sat under the big tree. The couple was expecting guests later that day, and the house simply glowed with love, peace and joy.
"I love Christmas," Pocahontas whispered as she broke the kiss in order to breathe.
John stared in to her dark eyes his hand stroking the side of her face, "I love you."
Pocahontas smiled as John kissed her cheek, "We really need to get some things ready before everyone arrives. The soup is already cooking over the fire and the bread-"
"The guests can wait," John cut her off with a finger to her lips, "They will be here soon enough. For now, I want to spend this Christmas morning with you."
He gently kissed her lips again, deciding that it would not be so bad if his wife woke him up more often.
"John, really, this is your holiday-"
"Pocahontas," he interrupted as he ran a hand through her ebony tresses, "It is our day. We have been married three years now. What is mine is yours and what is yours is mine."
She smiled as she gracefully slipped under the warm coverlet, tugging the thick material around them as they huddled together.
While outside the sun drenched window, a light snow began to fall.
"Merry Christmas darling," John whispered some time later as he brushed a hand over her bare shoulder.
While beside him, all Pocahontas could do was smile.
For a merry Christmas it was indeed.
..-…-….-End of, "Merry Christmas Darling."…-….-….-..-