Cal walked sullenly through the halls of the Titanic. It was obvious that he blew it with Rose; the result was clearly taking its toll on him. He did not know what to do anymore. That dinner was his last chance to piece the relationship together. At the very least it was supposed to show him how things still stood between him and Rose, and it was clearly shown that Rose was not interested in him at all. Cal was amazed he could keep his charming facade on so long, while his heart was breaking.

Cal truly felt hopeless and defeated. He had learned from his parents how to deal with situations like these. He had two options to choose from, and both were abusive. Either he could take his anger out on Rose, and force her to love him. That of course is what his dear old father had taught him. Or he could use his mother's teaching and go down the road of self-abuse with a glass of brandy. Both teachings were not good and led to destruction.

'There has to be another way'

'I tried the other way and look where it got me'

'But I only tried once'

'One time is enough to see how my efforts will always turn out'

Cal was having a battle with himself. His future did not look too promising if this is how he would handle every bad thing Rose threw at him. It was so strange how he could stand in a room full of businessmen and back stabbers and not be phased at all, but put Rose and her neglectful ways in to the room and he was crushed. She had a power over him that was certain. But Cal had no way to counteract that power. He could not put up a defense, nor could he come back at her with a cruel punishment of his own. Cal was cruel to her once and it was eating away at him.

'It's over' Cal thought to himself. 'She's won, I am miserable forever and she can walk around like a victim and live a happy life.'

The more Cal thought about Rose's cruel actions the more sad, angry, and piteous he became, and alcohol just seemed that much more pleasing to him.
His head was swarming with thoughts of Rose. The more he thought of her the more paranoid he became. Menacing questions filled his head.

What if Rose hates him forever?

What if Rose leaves?

Why is Rose never around?

Is she seeing someone?

Rose wouldn't cheat, would she?

Who is that Jack fellow anyway?

Could she be cheating on him with Jack?

Is she still pure?
That question made his heart sink. What if the love of his life was not only unfaithful, but had given her virginity to another man? Sure her mother promised Cal would be her first, but he always hoped that she wanted to give it to him. These thoughts made accusations feel like reality. That had done it. He was going to get wasted tonight. The moment Cal had made up his mind he strode through the halls, ballrooms, and doors of the Titanic. He was walking at a brisk pace so as to get to his room quickly, but also not too quickly to gain suspicion from others. First class etiquette had been burnt in to his mind, so thinking ahead in terms of social status came rather easy to him now.

Cal had finally made it to his room. He sighed in relief as he entered his room. He did not even wait to get into his room to begin losing a few articles of clothing, and on top of that any articles he did take off, such as his suit jacket, new shoes, and belt he simply tossed to the floor as if they were worth no more than common rags. Oh if the ladies of first class saw this, the uproar they would cause. He always found their behavior laughable. It was what really what drew him to Rose. She may have been first class, but she was not as uptight and obsessed with material things as other first class members.

Cal went deeper in to misery at the thought of Rose. He went to his liquor cabinet and poured himself a tall glass of brandy, and downed it in one powerful gulp. He let the strong taste of it splash through his mouth and down his throat. If he had not have gotten very well acquainted with the taste, he would have probably gagged and vomited the liquid out immediately. But seeing as he became close friends with brandy during the start of his career when the stress of his new life overcame him, the drink almost went down smoothly.

Soon one glass turned into two. From two glasses came five, and so on until Cal had become pitifully wasted.

He began throwing his fits around wildly as if he was trying to literally beat his demons.

He was making a very large scene, and quite a racket. Yet during his whole time of drinking he seemed to have forgotten one very important thing.
Stephanie was still in the other room. Stephanie had awoken from her slumber by all the noise. She left her room to see what was going on in the main area; she was worried for Cal's safety. Upon leaving her room she saw a sight she never expected of Cal. During the time in the streets she had definitely seen her fair share of drunk men, and how wild and crazy they can get. Usually the best thing to do is to avoid them. But she could not abandon Cal. He was her friend, not some random drunk in the street. He had cared for her, what would that say about her if she just left him like this. Stephanie may have been a thief at one time, but she would never turn her back on a friend. She approached him very careful, unsure of what he would do.

"Cal, are you ok?" She knew it sounded dumb, but it was all she could think of.

He spun around from his tantrum to face her, "Rose, is that you?"

"No Cal, it's me Stephanie. Who is Rose?" Stephanie had never heard the name Rose before, but it would definitely help to know more.

"You are Rose, the love of my life, the woman that broke my heart!" He shouted at her with tears in his eyes.

Stephanie did not know what to do; he had no idea of his situation. She froze up trying to think of what to say. In her hesitation she had left herself open. Cal came striding towards her and grabbed her by the arms.

"Rose, why would you do this to me, can't you see that I love you? All you do is throw it back in my face. Why don't you love me?"

"Cal, I am telling you, I am not Rose. I am Stephanie, you rescued me remember?"

"No, you are Rose! You hate me remember" He spat back at her.

"No Cal I promise you I am not Rose, do I even resemble her?"

"Yes! You are the same beautiful woman I fell in love with, from your red hair to your wonderful green eyes."

Stephanie knew Cal was drunker than she had previously thought. For one she had brown hair and brown eyes, and two he was eying her with a hunger she had never seen in him before. Clearly he must have been on a physical intimacy level with this Rose character, which meant, if she was first class, that they were probably engaged.

'Oh no' Stephanie thought, 'I must try to stop this before it gets out of hand, if any of this got out I could be in huge trouble'

"No Cal, look at me. I have brown hair and brown eyes, I can't be Rose."

"Why do you continue to lie to me Rose, I know you are trying to deny your love for me. But let's see how well you deny it when I make you feel pleasure instead of the anguish and pain I have clearly caused you," He said these words with tears in his eyes as he tried to make it up to who he believed was Rose.

Stephanie's eyes widened in horror. She could not have her virginity taken this way. Not only would it cause serious problems with her and Cal, but it might ruin her chances of finding a husband. If Cal took her virginity, it is not like she could marry a first class citizen. Yes of course she found him attractive, and if this was a fairy tale she would gladly like to see him in that light, but this was the real world. He might just write it off as a drunken mistake and give her money for her troubles. Though she really hoped he would not be that cruel.

Stephanie immediately tried to wriggle free of his grasp, but he was too strong. He crashed his lips upon hers. She resisted as best she could, but he pried her mouth open with his powerful tongue. She almost became lost in the sensation of his lips and tongue claiming her as his. He was gentle yet dominant at the same time, as he bathed her tongue with his own. She could taste the alcohol on his tongue. It almost made the kiss better somehow. She snapped out of her first kiss bliss when she felt him begin to grind his hard member on her leg. She knew where he was definitely going with this, and could not let it happen. She resumed her struggles and moaned in distress against his mouth. This only made him hold on tighter, and moan louder.

'Time for plan B, I'm sorry about this Cal'

She bit down ** his tongue, causing him to howl and immediately let her go as she made a dash for it. As she ran past him he made a grab for her in his slightly crippled state, but his grab only managed to tear her dress slightly. Stephanie still ran, even though Cal had made quite the tear in her dress.

'Thank goodness I don't have large breasts or I would be quite the sight'

Stephanie mentally thanked herself as she ran to the nearest room. She slammed the door quickly and locked it just in time. Cal immediately started banging on the door. She looked around for a sufficient place to hide, as the door did not seem to be holding up to Cal's efforts.

'Why of all rooms to go to, did I have to choose a bathroom?'

There were only two places to hide practically and he would find her in no time. She began to panic as she felt literally no way out. She was beginning to cry at the hopelessness of the situation when suddenly Cal stopped banging on the door. Stephanie perked her head up and backed away from the door. She had no clue what had happened out there.

Did he give up?

Did he pass out?

Did he hurt himself?

She was swarming with questions again, and curiosity was starting to get the best of her. She slowly began to inch towards the door, slowly but surely getting closer to relief or misery. Her heart sank when she heard the faint noise of the door being unlocked. She immediately went and grabbed the doorknob in hopes of being able to stop him from opening the door. This proved in vain as he open the door and swung it open, knocking her back.

"Rose my darling, keys always do come in handy."

He began to walk towards Stephanie who was struggling to get up. Cal proved to be too fast for her and had himself pressed up against her as he wrapped his arms around her. He decided to not kiss her again, seeing how that went last time. He just began to kiss her neck with such ferocity it made Stephanie's knees buckle. She had never been touched like this before, and the feeling made her go limp for a moment while she became lost in the sensations. It felt amazing. She stood no chance as his experienced mouth worked on her inexperienced body. She could not help but arch her neck and moan. But his actions always had a way of snapping her out of it as she felt him rip her dress even more. She tried to move her arms to her chest, but before she could move her hands, her arms were pinned to the wall.

"Rose, I do believe your breasts shrank. Could it be stress? Are you just as stressed as I have been?" He whispered in to Stephanie's ear as she cried.

"Shhhhhh, let me kiss it and make it better."

He bent down and licked her hard nipple. Stephanie sucked in a breath and arched her back at the sensation. It felt amazing, so warm and comforting, yet it sent electric pulses through her being. She could feel her body begin to warm up and tingle. He sent another huge shock wave through her as he took her nipple in his mouth and began suckling on it gently. Stephanie moaned loudly at this. Licking was one thing, but having his mouth fully consume it was another. His teasing felt complete in a way, like he was using his full potential to really knock her off her feet.

All of her fighting began to slowly fade away as she felt herself go limp in his arms. He slowly and carefully began to lower them onto the floor, all while continuing his assault on her. He released her nipple with a 'pop' and began to play with her other one. Carefully licking it and claiming it, while he began pinching her other one. The fact that both of her nipples were being stimulated caused Stephanie to wrap her arms around Cal's face and pull him closer. She never wanted this sensation to end; hopefully holding him close might cause time to stop for just a moment. At the sudden encouragement Cal began to get a bit more enthusiastic. He began sucking hard while twisting and pulling the other. Stephanie moaned loudly for him to continue, all of this pleasure had her craving and begging for more.

He felt her heartbeat quicken as she began to pant in bliss. Her chest was heaving as Cal began to get more aggressive with it. He began to lightly bite and tug on her nipples, giving each one the same amount of attention as he swapped between them. He was escalating the intensity bit by bit until he began going overboard with her untouched nipples. They became extremely sensitive and swollen as he unlocked the gates of pleasure for the first time. Her moans became more frequent and urgent as she craved for more.

Soon Cal was so intoxicated on pleasuring her that he latched on harder and harder, and teased with such intensity that it began to hurt. Stephanie found the small amount of pain very appealing as he began to bite harder and harder on her nipple. She completely lost it when he completely clamped down and refused to let got. The pain and pleasure combined was unmatched by anything she was feeling before. He was relentless, and showed no mercy as he claimed them for his own and was seriously biting down on one, and forcefully pinching and twisting the other. Stephanie did not know how much longer she could last, as the pain began to override the pleasure. She began to try and push him off in hopes that he would stop. All of the pleasure and pain was building up with no release, it was torture. She had to get him to stop or else she might explode.

She moaned and gasped as she tried to pry him off of her. Her nipples could not take his assault any longer. She was making some progress as she felt his teeth painfully begin to slide off. For once she seemed to be overpowering him as he kept trying to keep a firm hold on her. Her nipple was finally painfully released as the escaped his clamped jaws. She covered herself quickly in relief. He tried to remove her hands, but Stephanie turned away. He forcefully turned her and ripped her hands away from her small chest. Yet instead of continuing his assault, he began softly licking and suckling her nipples, as if he knew the wounds he had caused, and was nursing them. His touch was so gentle; it felt perfect against her sore and swollen buds. She moaned softly as she let him continue his healing work. He was at his healing job for a good five minutes before she felt his stop. Stephanie looked down and realized Cal had fallen asleep.

She locked down at him with a smile,' Oh if only we could be together. That would make this matter a lot less complicated. And it would mean my feelings are reciprocated.' She thought dreamily to herself. She was very tempted to just lie like this, but she thought better of it. She slowly and carefully got out from under him, and made it back to her room. It would be best if she just pretended this whole thing never happened.

Chapter 4 woohoo. Cal may buy the fact that him waking up in the bathroom with a sore tongue is just a coincidence to being drunk. please tune in for the next chapter if you like. Please leave reviews too, but no flames please.