A/N: Hey everyone! So, this is going to be a little summer project of mine, now that school is out. This is a one-shot series based off of an AU that Cal and Rose are actually...HAPPY! This isn't exactly a "story" per say, but just a jumble of random, cute (and sometimes angsty) moments of these two. I really don't have a number of chapters or anything I'm going to, this is going to end , I suppose, when I run out of ideas. (But knowing me, I probably won't, bc I love these two :P). I will update this as the ideas come to me, so it's gonna be totally random when I add a new, little bit to it.

Also, this whole idea for this project came from reading the one-shot series for the Selection series "A Night With The Prince" by avaatquevale2250. It's an amazing little thin she's got going on. So, if you've read the Selection and the rest of the series by: Kiera Cass, go check out her story. AND PREPARE FOR LOADS OF FEELS! :3

Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy! Ideas for one-shots that you may wanna see written are always welcome! (As sometimes I may need some inpsiration.) My PM box is open if you would like to shoot me one (: And as always, you know the drill. If you did like what you read, LEAVE A REVIEW! They are always, ALWAYS appreciated and treated with love and care (:

DISCLAIMER: The characters Rose DeWitt Bukater and Caledon Hockley both belong to James Cameron. Any other characters that are in this story and were not mentioned in the film, Titanic, belong solely to me.

1. And Then, I Look at You...

Rose Dewitt Bukater leaned against the cool, paneled wall of the Harrison's large, luxurious ballroom. Bright, crystal chandeliers sparkled abover her head as she sighed, tired and bored with herself. She wasn't surprised when nothing really came out from between her lips, as her corset was far more than constricting her breathing. The evening had been long and so far, quite tiring. Yes, she had had many dances in the arms of the country's finest bachelors, and she had eaten only the finest delicacies…but there was something missing.

The whole reason she was attending this ball this evening was to satisfy her Mother's want for her to find a wealthy, suitable husband. And so far, she had found no one. Rose then yawned, grabbing another flute of champagne off of a waiters tray.

She waltzed away from the wall where she had planted herself to watch and began making her way to the gardens. She needed to get away. Away from the frilly dresses and cocky attitudes. This crowd was exhausting.

The moment she stepped outside into the cool, night air, her lungs filled with sweet oxygen at last. A giddy grin spread across her face as she spun around, looking up at the beautiful, starry sky; much mpre dazzling than any chandelier. She closed her eyes and took a deep, meditating breath. The feeling she loved most was being alone with nature.

But she wasn't alone.

And she noticed that as she heard a strong, male voice call out to her questioningly, "And what are you so happy about?" Rose whirled around, facing the intruder who had interrupted her peace.

He was a handsome man, a devilish smirk spread across his masculine face. Leaning lazily against the balcony railing, a lit cigarette dangled casually from his right hand. He was definitely taller than her. And far more muscular. That much Rose could see under his elegant, starched tuxedo. His eyes were dark and mysterious, like they held the secrets to the world…but at the same time, they held a sort of warmth...a warmth that seemed to lure you closer and closer….

Rose snapped at the stranger, "Why are you interrupting me?" The man laughed, taking a drag from his cigarette and letting the smoke billow softly around the night air, tingling Rose's nostrils. "Me? Interrupting you? My dear, it seems it's quite the other way around…" He replied, amusement on his lips. Rose just rolled her eyes, annoyed. The intruder chuckled, now inches from her. He gently lifted her hand to his lips, grazing them over her knuckles lightly. It made Rose shiver. She wasn't sure it was from delight, or from the fridgid, night air…

She pulled away from his touch, slightly backing away. The man cocked his head, the smirk still in place. He stated simply, his voice clear as a bell. "Caledon Hockley. Pleasure to make your aquaintance, Miss..?" "DeWitt Bukater. Rose DeWitt Bukater…" Rose answered back, intrigued. Caledon smiled, holding his hand out to her. "Miss DeWitt Bukater…I think I hear another waltz striking up…would you care to dance?" Rose blushed. She was competely…smitten. And she couldn't figure out why…

All the other men she had danced with, all the other men who had flirted with her this evening…they didn't seem to have the same effect on her. "Yes, I think I will dance with you…Cal…" At this, Caledon raised his eyebrows. Rose had not only just called this absoulute stranger by his first name…she had shortened it. Without his permission. Her mother would've fainted on the spot if she had seen her daughter's unlady-like behavior. Cal retorted, his voice mocking, "Well, that would be lovely…Rose…"

Rose just smiled at this as she took her partner's hand, feeling butterflies in her stomach…

M

ore like rocks, actually…

Cal guided her back into the ballroom, and onto the dance floor, where the pair immediately began to swirl and spin to the tempo of the music. Rose tensed as he placed his hand on the small of her back. She could see peple staring…whispering... Especially the other girls, who had eyes green with envy. Cal had noticed the stares too, and he whispered into Rose's ear, his warm breath against her neck, "Since it seems we are the center of attention, don't you think we should put on a bit of a show?" She stared up at him, their eyes locked in an intense gaze. Her breath hitched in her throat as he scanned her face, his chocolate brown eyes sparkling just as bright as the stars outside. A devilish grin spread across Rose's delicate features. She whispered to Cal, her voice barely a squeak, "Most definetly, Mr. Hockley..." And with that, Cal surpressed any remaining space between him and his partner. Their bodies were touching, no room left to breathe…Rose was positive Cal could feel her heart pounding against him.

Cal was an excellent dancer. His movements were smooth and precise. Just like him. The music swelled around them and everything else became a blur of sound and color. A blur of life. They didn't notice anything else around them, they were too lost in eachother's eyes…

It was as if they were flying…soaring high above the clouds…

And Rose never wanted to come back down.

When the music finally ended, Rose was panting. Her heart was hammering against her rib cage, dying to get out. Cal was also a bit out of breath, his hands shaking as he took them off of her back. They couldn't keep their eyes off of eachother…wanting to picture the other in their minds for the rest of eternity…

But, as Cal stepped away from Rose, another man joined the pair. He had the same solid build as Cal, same piercing eyes…But he was indeed older. The streaks of grey at his temples showed it.

The man bellowed, clapping Cal on shoulder, making him wince slightly, "Caledon, my boy! Who is this lovely lady you have managed to meet this evening?" Cal chuckled uneasily, gesturing to Rose, "Father…this is Ro-…Miss DeWitt Bukater…" The older man reached his hand out to her, taking hers into his own and placing a tender kiss on it, just as his son had done. He smiled up at her, drinking her in. Rose faked a small smile, just as uneasy as Cal. "Well…Miss DeWitt Bukater...I will be seeing more of you, yes?" The older man smirked. A queasy feeling began to rise in her stomach.

There was something…off…with this man. She didn't trust him… However, before Rose could answer, Cal saved her the embarrassment, telling his father sharply, "Of course,

Father. Perhaps we could invite her to dinner one night…" Rose nodded, grateful for her rescue. Cal continued, "Well…it seems to be getting quite late anyways…and it seems there is business to tend to tomorrow, correct Father?" The eldest Hockley nodded, his eyes narrowed with suspicion, "Of course, of course….It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss…Goodnight… "

And with that Cal turned away, walking towards the front doors of the Harrison's mansion. His father seemed to be scolding him, shaking his fist at him as they dissolved into the crowd. But before Cal completely dissapeared, he looked over his shoulder, gazing at Rose and mouthing to her, "Goodnight", his ever appearant smirk plastered to his handsome face.

Yes, Rose would see him again.

So, I hope you enjoyed! Since school is over now, expect me to do a lot of writing. There will be more regular updates on "Demons" and an update here and there on this. And if you have any ideas for this series, my PM box is open.

- maggie (: