CHAPTER 4. ENJOY!

I invited him back to my cabin for tea and as we walked the short distance there I was feeling euphoric. I pushed the door open and called for Eleanor knowing she'd be around somewhere.

"Yes Miss?" she asked questioningly.

"Tea. Please."

"Of course Miss," she curtseyed before scurrying off.

I removed my bonnet and placed It on the table by the couch.

"Have a seat," I said to Thomas gesturing to the seats. He sat rather awkwardly and I sat next to him.

"Did you mean what you said earlier about loving me?" I asked shyly.

"Of course I did," he said placing his fingertips under my chin and slowly lifting my head up. He looked into my eyes searching for something unknown to me. Whatever it was he must have found it because he slowly moved his head closer to mine. I closed my eyes and felt the his sweet breath wash over my face. I could taste it and it was addictive I moved my face closer trying to get more of it. Our lips touched and electricity surged through us like lightening striking. His mouth moved against mine and moved with it. I opened my mouth and traced my tongue along his bottom lip. He opened his mouth and his honey breath blew into my mouth. I reached my hands up and knotted them in his thick, dark, wavy hair trying to bring him closer to me. He did the same and the kiss which had been innocent enough before had now become violently passionate.

We were suddenly interrupted by the door opening and a clanking of a tea set. We pulled away suddenly embarrassed. Eleanor having being my maid for five years now flashed me a look which meant she'd be talking to me later. Eleanor, I should mention, is in forty's and like an aunt to me though after my parents died I had found her a new position with my mothers friend in New York it was because of this I felt I could not scold her for acting above her station.

"I'm should leave," Thomas said awkwardly.

"Yeah I'll see at you dinner."

"I'll be here at 7 to escort you if you like?"

"See you then," I escorted him to door showing him out.

I closed the door taking a deep breath summoning courage to face Eleanor. I turned around and I knew he had something to say, I could see it written on her face.

"Come on. Speak," I demanded.

"Its not my place to speak miss but please don't get yourself hurt," she insisted coming up to me and placing a soothing hand on my cheek.

"I wont Eleanor I promise."

She smiled at me before turning away and walking off.

I walked into my room and threw myself head down on my bed. With everything that happened lately I hadn't realised how tired I was so it wasn't long before I was lost in a quiet slumber.

I awoke what felt like minutes later but the clock on the bedside table told me it was now 6 o clock which meant I must have slept about seven hours. This left me with less than and hour to get ready.

"Eleanor! Eleanor!" I called worriedly as I dashed to my closet. I sifted threw the dresses quickly before choosing a cream dress with different layers of which the top 2 were see through with lace embroidery at the bottom and on the sleeves. The waist was synched with three thick plates all attached to the dress. After gathering the dress I threw it on my bed running over to my chest of drawers gather fresh drawers, slip, corset and camisole.

By this time Eleanor was in the room helping me get my dress of and underclothes. I then threw on the drawers and slip but needed Eleanor to tie up the corset she did this quickly and quietly but it still took about 5 - 10 minutes. After this she pulled the camisole and gave me a few minutes to pull on stockings after about 15 - 20 minutes of preparation she pulled on the dress.

I went to sit at my dresser where because of lack of time Eleanor pinned up my hair on top of my head and inserted pins at the sides that were decorated with pearls. Around the side of my head natural curls tumbled loose and gently placed on my neck a string of pearls. I looked at the clock. It was ten to seven so I still had time. I took a moment using rogue and lip rogue on my face then standing up to call Eleanor to get my purse. She did this though it did take her a while she finally came back with my cream lace purse. Just as the purse had been handed to me there was a knock at the door. I nodded at her to go answer it. When I heard the door click open I left the room and went to meet a very embarrassed Thomas, when he saw me a look of ease came over his face. As I approached him Eleanor moved out of the way and Thomas stepped forward to embrace me. I hugged him back quickly and then I gave a look o Eleanor as if to say you are dismissed she took the hint and I we were soon alone again. He lent down to capture my lips with his for the most magical second before moving away so we didn't get carried away as we had earlier.

"You ready?" he asked me.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I answered taking his arm.

"Well you look truly breath taking," he complimented as we walked towards the grand staircase.

As we reached the bottom of the staircase I spotted Rose. Immediately I let go of Thomas's arm and went to see how she was.

"Rose dear," I greeted warmly, "How are you?" As I approached her I saw she was with Molly Brown and a man I didn't recognize.

"Hello Leah. I'm very well thank you. This is my friend Jack Dawson," she introduced me to the blonde haired man next to her.

"Pleasure to meet you," I said genuinely as he bowed.

"You too Miss," he returned.

"Oh no call me Leah please!" I laughed.

During dinner everyone's attention was drawn to Molly and her humorous stories and Mr Dawson the man who had arrived with Rose. Apparently he was from third class which I could see bothered Rose's mother to no end. To the rest of us he was simply a friendly gentlemen who had saved our friends life for which we were grateful.

During the last course of the meal everyone turned away to have individual conversations. Thomas turned to me to talk.

"Come to my room tonight?" he asked in hushed voice no one else would hear.

"Why?" I asked.

"Why not?" he countered.

"Then I shall." he seemed please with the remark and we continued on to the other topics discussing what we would do when we got to New York. I learned that he was staying aboard to return to England and write up what areas of the ship needed changing. I learned that, that was what that notebook was for to make notes of anything slightly wrong with ship or any changes that needed making. I told him that I had no idea what I was going to do in New York. During our conversation one of the men stood up and as usual thanked us for our company and that he and the other men were now retreating the men's smoking lounge. Mr Dawson excused himself on the grounds of needing to return to third class and Thomas excused his self by saying he was tired and as going to turn in early. I knew of course that he was doing it so he would be there when I arrived in half an hour or so.

It was only ten minutes after the men left that Rose as well said she was tired and was going to go back to her room. I left soon after. I walked slowly to Thomas's room. Not wanting to delay it but not wanting to seem too eager. So I took my time walking and ten minutes later the door opened revealing a Thomas who's jacket was off as well as tie with the first three buttons undone. He welcomed me in and it wasn't long after the door was shut that he started kissing me fervently. He clutched hold of me like he was afraid I was going to disappear and I was the same with him. After a few minutes of kissing I broke off.

"What if someone catches us?" I asked breathless.

"They wont. I have no staff with me," he reassured trying to get back to our kissing.

I grabbed his neck and he carried me backwards to his bedroom. He laid me down on the bed his lips never leaving mine. He laid on top of me with one hand on my waist and the other above my head holding his weight.

"Stop" I broke off once more.

"What's wrong?" he asked confused.

"We cant, its wrong." I mumbled.

"How?"

"Well were not married," I said matter-of-factly.

"Then lets get married."

"What?" I said incredulously.

"I mean it!" he said passionately, "When this ship docks get off with me and lets get married,"

"We cant!" I protested.

"Why not?" I failed to come up with an answer to his question so I answered,

"Fine then in New York we marry!"

After this conversation stopped as we lost our selves in a hot black whole to which the only things floating around were us and our lust…

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