01.09.09
King Of The World
Jack's POV
I turned the brass key in the lock and the large pine door sprung open. Rose and I walked into the small room, ironically glad that we'd had no luggage to carry up the four flights of stairs we had just climbed.
Surveying the hotel room, we noticed the double bed, en-suite bathroom, dressing table and mirror, and bay window which overlooked New York. It wasn't as glamorous as Rose's accommodation on board Titanic but it was certainly better than any hotel I'd ever stayed in.
'Does this meet your standards Mr Dawson?' Rose asked jokingly, in a fake servants voice.
'Hmmm it does not have the freedom of the park I'm used to, or the noise of sleeping under a bridge, but I won't miss the rats!' I grinned, putting on a snobbish voice and turning my nose up at my surroundings.
Rose laughed, and walked over to me. I embraced her tightly, never wanting to let go.
We were both soaking wet and freezing, but that was the last thing on our minds right now.
We stayed in that position for a few minutes; until Rose decided it would be best to dry ourselves off. We had no other clothes, so we undressed and wrapped ourselves in towels, draping our wet clothes over chairs near the fire that had been lit before we arrived.
Half an hour later, I let myself fall backwards onto the soft bed Rose and I would soon share, lifting my feet off the floor and resting my head back on my hands. Last night had been physically and emotionally exhausting, but I didn't want to sleep, I didn't want to miss a moment of being with Rose.
Despite my happiness and utter relief, a nagging thought plagued my mind... what had become of Cal? Had he survived? Would he be looking for us right now?
I quickly brushed those thoughts away, and turned to Rose.
She sat at the dressing table stool, in front of the mirror, wearing my white shirt (which had dried quickly because of the thin material), and suspenders draped around her. I had never seen her like this before and it made me fully appreciate her beautiful body, better than any Parisian girl I had ever seen.
She raised a hand to her head, and unclipped her long red hair, letting it fall freely down her back. She shook it slowly and curls bounced on her shoulders, I smiled to myself and closed my eyes.
I was the luckiest man in the world, just five days ago, on Wednesday 10th April, I had seen Rose for the first time, and had thought I would never have a chance in the world of being with her. Now I was alone in a hotel room with her, ready to start our new life together. I was bewildered, I had nothing to offer her yet she still wanted to be with me. I wanted to make this beautiful woman my wife, I had never had feelings like this before. It all seemed too perfect to be true. I felt like I really was the king of the world.
I suddenly felt lips press against my forehead, and a warm body lowering itself onto mine. I looked up at Rose sleepily, and kissed her back passionately.
'Jack you must be cold in just that towel, let me go and see if my clothes are dry yet and you can have your shirt back.'
I didn't reply, just watched as Rose stood up and dropped my shirt to the floor. My eyes widened at the sight of her naked body as she walked away from me. I had never seen someone so beautiful.
Rose picked up the thick jacket Cal had given to her.
'Hmm, still damp', she said vaguely, as she set it back down on the chair and began to make her way back to the bed.
There was a loud clinking noise and Rose stopped in her tracks and spun round, a look of shock and excitement on her face.
'Jack....'
I sat up quickly and looked at the floor. My heart raced as I saw there, before Rose's feet, lay the heart of the ocean, shimmering up at us just as it had done the first time I saw it, still in pristine condition.
'Jack you know what this means don't you?' Rose whispered excitedly, 'We can sell this and use the money to find somewhere to live while we look for jobs!'
I nodded, and reached over to the jacket to check the pockets. Something told me this wasn't all Cal would take from his safe.
I pulled out a huge wad of money, more than I had ever seen.
'Wow, Rose I knew Cal was rich but I had no idea...' I trailed off, reminding myself of that evil man who could offer Rose a better life than I ever could.
Rose shrugged. 'There are more important things in life than money Jack'. She wrapped her arms around me and began to kiss me enthusiastically before pushing me forward and toppling onto the bed on top of me.
'Take me to the stars again Jack', she whispered seductively in my ear, and I could do nothing but agree to her request.
