Author's Note/Background Info:
I've had requests to write alternative chapters for my main novel, 'The Thomas Andrews Affair,' using different POVs. I've also had requests to upload any discarded chapters I have lying around on Wordpad. So I figured, why not? At least someone will read them, rather than having them rotting away unread.
So this will be a collection of unused chapters, alternate takes, deleted scenes, and material that was too sexually detailed for the original T Rated story. All of these oneshots WILL have a sexual theme, hence the necessary M Rating!
I've written this separately to the 'The Thomas Andrews Affair', but it correlates with it. The 2 main characters remain the same: Mimi Monaghan, the Irish stewardess, and the master shipbuilder, Thomas Andrews. Everything still takes place onboard the Titanic, as before.
This scene here, could probably take place between Chapters 5 and 6 of the original story, but could also stand alone as a oneshot without the backstory. Sexual content contained in this chapter!
Any Time, Any Place (alternative chapter)
After my shift had ended for the evening, Mr. Andrews insisted on taking me for a late night tour of the deck. I'd reasoned that it was his own awkward way of saying, 'I like you and I want to get to know you better'. Of course, we'd had sexual relations for the first time together on his desk the night before, so perhaps we were doing this 'getting to know each other' ever so slightly the wrong way around. But the dreaded sherry, with a mix of pent up emotions and surging hormones added for good measure, had been the culprits of our satisfying tryst on the desk in his quarters. This evening had a different feel to it; it was after eleven o'clock at night, when most passengers were tucked up in their beds, and I was feeling rather tired myself after a long and mundane shift. Mr. Andrews, on the other hand, still seemed as bright as a button.
We strolled down the promenade deck together, him with his hands clasped behind his back, and me with mine folded over my bosom. I was clad in my White Star maid uniform, but with no overcoat to keep out the slight chill in the air. Mr. Andrews was dressed in his navy pinstriped suit, waistcoat and wing collar shirt and tie ensemble, still looking as fresh as he'd done during the day. His black leather-bound notebook was firmly wedged under his left arm, and his precious fountain pen was visible from his top blazer pocket. The presence of the notebook and pen hadn't surprised me; it may have been late in the evening, but the man was still looking for improvements to make on his blasted ship. I had to wonder why he was always so preoccupied with Lady Titanic; perhaps it was an escape from thinking about his estranged wife and his family. Then again, Titanic was the reason why his marriage was in tatters in the first place. For me to think about these things over and over, would certainly prove to be fruitless.
The outer deck itself was dark in places, but well lit in others. It was deserted, and there wasn't a soul around to be seen at that time of night. Mr. Andrews walked me over to a row of davits, where there were several lifeboats situated for emergencies.
''I did ask for an extra row of davits for surplus lifeboats,'' he told me, gesturing to the boats with a nod of his head. ''and they overruled me, because they said the deck would look too cluttered! Bloody White Star Line and their regulations. They were within their rights, I suppose. But I would've preferred more boats!"
I smiled and nodded, trying my best to listen. Having designed this grandiose liner from the keel plates up, he was entitled to a bit of a moan about the things that irritated him. For months I'd heard about Mr. Andrews being quite the fussy perfectionist. Spending more time with him now, I could see that side to him. I did like a man who was a stickler for details and cared passionately about his work. At least Mr. Andrews knew the meaning of hard work!
He unclasped his hands from behind his back, dropped the notebook from under his arm and opened it at the most convenient page. He began to read out his notes, looking up from the book every so often as he did, catching my eye unintentionally. His notes meant nothing to me, being a lowly ship's maid who wasn't particularly clued up on architectural technicalities. I looked down at my feet shyly, realising that while his words meant nothing, his voice was soothing and rather seductive. I could feel a sudden awkwardness in the air, as he caught on that I wasn't listening to his words. He stopped and gently closed his book again.
''I, er, didn't mean to bore you silly, Miss Mimi.''
I looked up from my feet, and I could feel my cheeks radiating warmth as I caught his eye again.
''I'm not bored, Mr. Andrews. And please - it's just Mimi.''
He nodded and stepped forward, closer to me.
''Then you must stop calling me 'Mr. Andrews'. I think we've bypassed those formalities after, um... last night.''
There was another moment of awkwardness and a long pause, as he and I stood there on the deck, in front of the row of lifeboats. I couldn't think of what else to say, and clearly neither could he. Sweeping that awkwardness to one side, he opened the notebook again and took his pen out of his top pocket. He poised his hand over the page as if to write, but then he seemed to decide against it. The pen went back in his top pocket and the book was snapped shut.
''I'm... I'm unsure of how to proceed now, if I'm honest,'' he admitted to me, his voice soft and almost whispery. ''I've been trying to distract myself since last night. But as much as I try to stay as your acquaintance, I-I don't think I can,''
Those words were music to my ears, oh my! Months of admiration for this man had culminated in a drunken illicit liasion on his desk the previous evening. But I had wanted more - much more, from him. My heart started to pound.
''Then don't be,'' I encouraged him, a glimmer of hope building in my mind. ''It sounds like your marriage is beyond repair, so why deny yourself the chance to be happy with someone else?''
He shook his head and looked up at the night sky, his eyes watching the stars.
''It's really not that simple, Mimi. Life is never that simple.''
Feeling an overwhelming need to offer him a little comfort, I reached for his free hand and pulled it into mine. My forwardness startled him, and he snatched his hand away quickly and jumped back.
''Mimi, what on earth do you think you're doing?'' he gasped, looking over his shoulders. ''You mustn't be so brazen in public, dear!''
I sighed - the deck was empty and only partially lit. The moonlight cast a gentle, white glow over the lifeboats, where we were standing. There was nobody around to see us. Most people were tucked up in their beds, and others were finishing off their evening activities for the night.
''Thomas, we're alone out here,'' I chuckled, brushing off his unease.
He gave another cautious glance over each of his shoulders, then looked back down at me.
''It's too risky to be seen out in public with you in this way. We must behave accordingly.''
I rolled my eyes. I could understand his anxiety if this had been daytime, but it was late at night and the deck was deserted.
''I'm sorry you feel that way, Thomas, but I have no regrets,'' I told him, firmly standing my ground. I reached my hand out to his again, and much to my surprise, he didn't back away this time. I slipped my fingers through his, and he returned the gesture. It was a breakthrough moment for him, and for us. He rested his notebook and pen on the ledge next to the railing, freeing his other hand. With our fingers still entwined, he snaked his unoccupied hand around my waist and held it against the small of my back. I gasped quietly, and my heart thudded faster and faster.
''This is not the way for us to behave in public,'' he breathed, towering over my slight frame. ''Can you see what you do to me, young lady? It's difficult to continue behaving like a gentleman, when I all want to do is...''
He cleared his throat and didn't finish, perhaps realising just how desperate he sounded.
''Well, maybe I don't want you to behave like a gentleman right now.'' I teased, slipping my fingers out of his and moving my hand up to his chest, over his waistcoat. I moved my fingertips across the buttons of the garment, playfully. And, in an unladylike fashion, I lifted my knee into the gap between his legs, slowly brushing the side of my leg down his inner thigh. Mr. Andrews took a sharp breath inwards - he clearly hadn't been expecting such a thing! My legs were, of course, still covered by my dress and my apron. But the mere act of sexual suggestion, to a man who was not one's husband, was quite sinful in those days.
''This is very improper, Mimi,'' he reiterated, but he didn't seem in a rush to stop my actions. In fact, he perpetuated them by continuing to join in, and behaving most improperly himself. He didn't even have the excuse of too much brandy and champagne to fall back on any more. The man was as alcohol-free as I was. No; this was nothing but animalistic, unbridled lust on both our parts.
He shifted my skirt above my knee and skimmed his hand over my thigh, his fingers dangerously close to between my legs. It was my turn to take a sharp breath inwards, and I shuddered at his touch on my bare skin.
''Maybe we should... retire... to my cabin?'' I suggested, knowing it was scandalous to even think such a thing.
He shook his head, still stroking my upper thigh.
''We can't. We'll be seen.''
He had a point, but we'd already risked being seen last night when he'd taken me to his stateroom after the captain's party. I couldn't see why this was so different. But I wasn't going to argue, for now. I had a better idea, and it didn't need the privacy of one's cabin or even the comfort of a nice bed. 'Al fresco' on board the Titanic, was suddenly beginning to seem very appealing. Very naughty, and nothing short of absolutely outrageous.
''Or perhaps we could do unspeakable things out here,'' I purred, lowering my hand and trailing my fingers over the crotch of his pinstriped trousers. He was already very much aroused, which I'd certainly expected him to be. I'd known since the previous night that Thomas Andrews responded very quickly to a scarlet woman's touch...
''You must be out of your mind!" he gasped in response to my suggestion, his breathing quickening as I continued to tease him over his trousers. ''It's not appropriate, as you well know.''
The pros and cons of appropriate versus inappropriate behaviour, didn't really matter to me at that moment. It was exciting, standing there on the deck by the lifeboats, surrounded by little else. I couldn't hide the fact that I was desperate for him to take things further out on the deck, rather than inside the ship.
''Live a little,'' I whispered, making sure I was looking him straight in the eye. ''Time to let go of society's upper class notions, Thomas. At least, for now..."
Much to my surprise, as soon as I said that, he whirled me around and guided me backwards to the ledge close to the railings. We were now sandwiched between two lifeboats, and there was a fifty feet drop down below, sectioned off only by that ledge and the railings. I sat on the ledge, my back and the top of my head propped against the first railing. I pulled Mr. Andrews towards me by his blazer, and wrapped my legs around his waist. He leaned his head in to kiss me, and I reciprocated passionately. He freed my hair from the hairpins that held my unruly curls in place, and ruffled my hair down over my shoulders. Then his hands travelled all over my body, finding their way under my apron and up my skirt.
''This is so wrong,'' he panted, before plunging his mouth over mine and pulling away again to add, ''but I can't help it,''
He began fumbling with the buttons of his trousers, his fingers visibly trembling. His nervous anticipation came across as actually rather endearing, as it had done the night before. I could turn Titanic's master shipbuilder into a quivering wreck; one who broke his social taboos to experience the pleasures of another woman. I was proud of my achievements with him so far. I'd been where only one other female had been, and I could tempt his wilder side more than she clearly could.
''Come on, Thomas,'' I flirted, grinning up at him seductively as he struggled to undo his last trouser button. ''I'm waiting, now. Show me your skillful techniques. You obviously have such...attention...to detail."
He finally popped open the last remaining button, and his trousers dropped a little around his broad thighs.
''I'm still rather out of practice,'' he chuckled. ''Last night was the first time in, oh, I don't know how long. A good while, I should put it that way!"
I grabbed the collar of his blazer and pulled him forward, raising my knees against either side of his waist. My skirt and apron rode up over my thighs, exposing my roll top stockings and my ankle boots. Mr. Andrews' hands wandered higher and higher beneath my skirt, and I felt him tugging my frilly drawers down as far as he could get them. I pulled them off one leg and carelessly discarded them by his feet. I stretched my body across the narrow ledge, my head hanging over the side through the gap in the railings. The chilly wind blew a mass of wild curls into my face; I could just about make out the twinkling of the stars against the night sky, through the thick locks of hair obscuring my vision. I gripped the railing above my head with both hands, as I felt the sensation of Mr. Andrews slowly pushing himself between my thighs and inside me. He hooked his fingers underneath my knees on either side of his waist, and he began to move his hips back and forth. Oh, my word; how wonderful did this feel? He was most gentle at first, and even quiet. Perhaps he was concentrating on getting his rhythm right. Me, on the other hand - I could barely contain myself, and we'd only just begun!
''Thomas,'' I breathed, squirming beneath him. ''I've craved this moment since last night,''
He didn't say anything in return, but I heard him give a quiet chuckle to himself. I turned my face to the side and realised that there was nothing but an eighty feet drop beneath my head; he had me so perliously close to the edge against those railings! But I didn't even care. The dangerous element only added to the excitement of it all. I was then aware of his hips thrusting forward considerably harder, causing my body to jerk on the ledge with every movement.
''Don't worry,'' he reassured me, still gripping the undersides of my knees firmly. ''I won't let you fall over the side,''
Well, thank goodness for that vote of confidence! But he felt so good, I would've done anything for him. Anything, and anywhere. After a moment, he let go of my knees and scooped me up into a sitting position, so that my head was resting against the railing again. He brushed the hair out of my face and looked me deep in the eye as he continued to thrust his hips. My hands gripped his waist tightly.
''Thomas, I want you to say my name when you release yourself,'' I whispered breathlessly. ''Just say it. Say my name...''
Still looking into my eyes, he gave a mischievous smirk and carried on moving his hips. He kissed me again, trailing his lips down my face and my neck, and he licked the delicate skin of my collarbone area. He was still relatively clean shaven, but I could feel a little prickling against my skin, from a day's worth of light stubble across his chin. I arched my back and groaned at the sensation of his tongue tracing over the outlines of my neck; he was quite skillful, for a man who'd supposedly lost his touch! He took my hands from his hips and locked them around the back of his neck, making sure I was holding him closely. He was panting and gasping, and oh my Lord, so was I. I could hear the swish of the waves below as the ship sailed gracefully through the water, and the wind was still blowing those wisps of my hair into my face from behind. This situation was incredibly risque, but also very dreamlike, too. I couldn't quite believe I'd encouraged the usually shy Mr. Andrews to partake in such a thing! But I had done, and it was truly pleasurable in every sense. I didn't need to ask him if he was enjoying our night time relations on the outer deck; his actions and audible gasping noises spoke for themselves. He lifted his head from my neck and gave a wry smile, still panting.
''Ye know, I do believe I could've had another row of davits in here,'' he said, his gaze momentarily flitting to the lifeboat situated close to me. ''Bloody idiots, these White Star managers. Honest to goodness - these things get on my nerves, Mimi."
I rolled my eyes and shook my head disapprovingly. The silly man couldn't help himself, rambling on about improvements to the ship, even in a moment of passion. Perhaps I shouldn't have expected anything less from a perfectionist whose mind was consumed with his work?
''Never mind about yer bloody davits for now!" I scolded him, raising myself up against his body movements. ''Just think about what we're doing.''
He gave a sheepish look and wiped a drop of sweat from his brow with the back of his sleeve.
''Sorry, dear.''
Oh, my goodness. Just as he'd made his apologies, I could feel a pleasurable warmth swelling between my legs, sneaking up on me rather more quickly than I'd expected it to. I dug my nails into the back of his neck and breathed deeply, as the sensation swept over me and overwhelmed my entire body. It was simply wonderful... my first orgasm with Thomas Andrews. I'd almost forgotten that sensations like these existed; there had been nothing to rival these feelings in years.
''Thomas, I'm - oh, yes...yes, that's it...'' I gasped, closing my eyes and lifting my chin high. My nails must have left welts in the back of the poor man's neck.
He followed my lead and began to pick up speed, rocking my body against the railings with every sharp movement into me.
''Mimi,'' he panted into my ear, ''You're beautiful. I'm grateful you've allowed me to do this with you... again...''
His breathing was fast and his brow had furrowed with the obvious build up of pleasure. He closed his eyes, and I was bounced against those railings like there was no tomorrow. He gripped the bar above my head and released himself, which prompted a satisfied grin to spread across my own face.
''Oh God, Mimi!''
Then he slowed down to a complete halt, keeping himself in me for a moment or two afterward. We collapsed against each other, catching our breaths respectively. My hair was in my face, his trousers were around his ankles, and somehow my hand was now situated on his bare behind. Puffing and wheezing after pleasuring each other immensely, I managed to lift my head and look him straight in the eye again.
''I don't think we were seen by a single soul out here, Thomas. You were worrying over nothing, you know."
Mr. Andrews slipped out of me and tucked himself back inside his underwear, shyly reaching for the trousers still around his ankles and hauling them up quickly. He chivalrously smoothed my skirt out over my thighs to save my modesty from the wind.
''You may be right, m'dear, but God'll strike me down if we do this again!'' he chuckled, proceeding to button his trousers. Then he reached for his beloved notebook and pen, opened the book at the nearest blank page and removed the pen lid. I stood up, feeling a little bit wobbly on my feet, and picked my drawers up from the floor.
Mr. Andrews averted his eyes as I rearranged myself, and began to scribble something on the page of his notebook.
''That ledge could do with a bit more wood stain,'' he sighed, nodding over to where we'd just had sexual relations. ''Would ye look at that! It's a wee bit worn now.''
I stifled a giggle, and blushed at his implication that our frantic session had led to the fading of the paint on the ledge. What an exaggeration.
He snapped his book shut, and offered me his arm. His mood was excellent now! He'd cheered up considerably.
''Shall we, dear?''
I nodded, and linked my arm through his.
''Of course, Thomas.''
Smiling broadly, he escorted me back out of the davits and onto the main deck again. Neither of us said a word to the other about what we'd just done, but both of our faces remained rather flushed. I gasped when I saw First Officer William Murdoch suddenly appear out of the darkness, walking towards us.
''Just keep smiling,'' Thomas hissed, through gritted teeth.
''Good evening, William!" I breezed innocently, on behalf of the two of us.
Mr. Murdoch appeared ever so slightly flustered, but tipped his cap politely, regardless.
''G-good evening, Miss Monaghan, Mr. Andrews!'' he stammered, hurrying past and seemingly unable to look us in the eyes.
I glanced up at Mr. Andrews and frowned, then looked over my shoulder at Mr. Murdoch behind us. And it suddenly dawned on me why he was behaving so nervously. Of course - the cheeky bugger must have seen us at it! Whether he had innocently stumbled across us in the throes of our passion, or had deliberately watched us in a voyeuristic manner, I didn't know. But it was clear that he'd witnessed our antics at the davits. Though I wasn't going to tell Mr. Andrews that. He seemed quite oblivious, and it was probably less trouble for him to stay that way...