Disclaimer: I do not own Thomas Andrews and/or anything about him. This was purely made for entertainment purposes only. I do own the other main character, Catherine Hall, though.

Oh, the joy I am going to have writing this chapter! I have it all planned out!

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Thomas' Point of View

I could tell I was falling for Catherine. She was just so...perfect. She knew reality. She wasn't some snobby rich girl who thought the world revolved around her. No, she was more selfless than anything. And she was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.

I opened up the door to my cabin and stepped out into the hallway. I waited for Colonel Astor and his wife, Madeliene, to pass, and then I walked the couple of feet across the hall and knocked on the door.

Catherine opened up the door wearing one of the gowns I'd bought her for this voyage. It was a creme-color, flowing loosely down past her ankles and trailing on the ground. The sleeves puffed out slightly and then came to an abrupt tight stop just past her elbows. A pretty orange wrap around her thin waist started just below her breats and then stopped at her hips. I couldn't see what shoes she was wearing, but I knew she'd be wearing the beige heeled ones. Her hair was up in a loose but elegant bun. Her maid, Ella, must have done it for her.

"Corset?" I immediately asked. I had a feeling Catherine wasn't wearing one.

"No corset," She replied with a disgusted expression. "Why must ladies wear one? All they do is suffocate you."

I tipped my head to the side in acknowledgement to her statement. "You have a point, my dear." I held out my arm and she linked hers with mine, almost eagerly. Her face was already flawless, but make-up had been used to bring out her pretty features.

As we walked to lunch, we talked quietly about how people thought we were together. It disturbed me, yes, but it also made me even happier. Happy that people noticed how much I cared for Catherine.

"We should trick them," Catherine suddenly hissed. I looked at her and saw her bright blue eyes sparkling wickedly, a devilish grin playing at her lips, the lips I wanted to kiss so much...

"Trick them?" I questioned, forcing the image of kissing Catherine out of my mind. "Trick them about what?"

"Us," Catherine giggled. "We could act like we're...you know."

I couldn't deny that I liked what she was saying. In fact, I loved it. "I love it. You're okay with me touching you a bit more...?" I trailed off nervously.

But Catherine grinned and nodded her head enthusiastically. "God, this will be so much fun! You're the only man I'd ever do this with, Tommie," She added, looking into my eyes.

I smiled at her and unlinked my arm with hers, and wrapped it around her waist. Catherine tensed, then relaxed and leaned closer to me. Seeing we were at the Grand Staircase, we exchanged a glance and stifled laughter as people turned and stared at us. "It's working," I leaned down and whispered in her ear. She nodded and hid a grin.

"Ah, Thomas!" I turned my head to see Mr. Ismay, Head Chairman of the White Star Line, hurrying down the steps after us. We stopped and waited for him at the bottom of the Grand Staircase, near the entrance to the First Class Dining Room. Ismay stood in front of us, his eyes flickering from Catherine, to me, to my hand on her waist, and all around again. "Well, you've seemed to found a, a..."

"A lovely traveling companion," I suggested.

"A friend with benefits," Catherine added and put her hand over the one I had on her waist. She grinned and giggled.

Ismay looked alarmed. "You're married, aren't you, Thomas?"

I nodded and did my best to look dismayed and upset. "I am, but Helen hasn't exactly been a good wife lately."

Ismay nodded and patted my shoulder sympathetically. "I'm sorry, Thomas." He smiled at Catherine, who beamed back. "So this is your stand-in, I dare say?"

Catherine's face fell. I frowned. "Not at all, Bruce. She is merely a good friend who is much more loyal and darling then Helen is in my eyes at this moment. And most likely, Catherine always wwill be."

"Oh," Ismay mused and then led us into the First Class Dining Room. Catherine was smiling again, and she walked like a true lady, her head held high and her back straight.

We were seated with Ismay, Captain Smith, Molly Brown, Lady Duff Gordon, and the Astors. Catherine kept hold of my hand under the table for the most part, but she was intentionally making it obvious that we were holding hands to everyone at the table. Actually, pretty much everyone in the Dining Room.

While we ate caviar and rolls, fruits, salads and juicy tender lamb meat, Ismay boasted about Titanic and also complimented me multiple times. I smiled and took each compliment modestly, but by the eight time, it was getting annoying. Finally, Ismay and Captain Smith left. I stood up and took Catherine by the hand. "We best be going," I announced and then we left.

Finally, we were out of sight out of everybody. Catherine still wouldn't let go of my hand as we walked back to our cabins.

"That was fun!" She chirped suddenly with a laugh.

"Yes, it was," I agreed. "They all seem really agitated by it."

"They're just jealous." Catherine blushed a bit and broke away from me. We were in front of our cabins now.

"Jealous of what?"

"Jealous of me."

"Why...?" I was getting confused, and I wanted her hand back in mine desperately, because it felt cold without it.

"Because I have you." Her voice was quiet, and timid.

Suddenly I felt an overwhelming feeling for Catherine. Something I never felt with Helen. I wrapped my arms around Catherine's waist. She gasped, and looked up at me. We both leaned towards each other at the same time. And then our lips met. Hers were warm and soft, young and fruitful. Her arms were around my neck, mine around her waist. Our lips worked effortlessly with each other as we kissed. We seemed lost in time and space, unaware of our surroundings. Then Catherine broke away. She looked shocked.

"I shouldn't have done that. I-I'm sorry," I stammered first. For all I knew, I had just destroyed our friendship, the friendship I had cherished so much.

But Catherine shook her head. She let a small smile creep onto her face. "Don't be." Then she kissed me again, just a teasing little peck on the lips that left me craving more.

"Walk on the promenade?" I suggested.

"I'd love that." She beamed at me and took my hand again. Our fingers automatically intertwined and we walked down the hallway, out a door, and into the bright afternoon sun.

Great things can only last so long.

Okay, I know some of you might be thinking that I sorta rushed it with them kissing-but I swear it'll all work out. I hope you guys liked it otherwise, though! Review and also, give me other historical figures I can incorporate into the story. I refuse to do Rose, Jack, Ruth, Cal, Lovejoy, and all fictional characters from James Cameron's Titanic. I was thinking someone could hit on Catherine when Thomas isn't around, actually, what I might do is bring back some workers from the shipyard as Third Class passengers...