So hey guys, it's Valentines Day weekend and I thought that it would be a good day to put up the next chapter in this story since it is more lovey-dovey than all the rest of the chapters! I hope you like it and please review!
Chapter Six: Let The Sky Fall (based off the song by Adele)
- Let the sky fall, when it crumbles, we will stand tall and face it all together
The Night of April 13th (also known as the night the Titanic met it's doom)
I guess you could call this my first real kiss, one where I cared enough to kiss back, one enough to make my heart flutter in my chest. Kissing Cal was nothing like this, he was sloppy and too passionate, Moody was different. He was slow and gentle and caring. He never went too far like Cal tried to our first time.
Moody's lips were soft and hard all at the same time. He smelt of the salt in the seawater and coal from the boiler rooms, it was the best thing I've ever smelt in my life. He started to pull back, but I grabbed the front of his coat not wanting this to end. In the end though, he won out and backed away from me. I frowned, wondering if I did something wrong.
"I just...I can't...I don't," Moody stammered, pushing his hair back off of his forehead, "I've never done this before-"
"Shh," I whispered, putting a hand up to his cheek, "You did nothing wrong, it was perfect."
James Moody breaks into a wry smile, "Does that mean that we might be able to do it again sometime?"
I laugh, throwing my head back, "Look at you! Being all 'Officer James Moody' and asking permission, ever the gentleman aren't you?"
"I...I," He says, clearly flustered.
"Hey, I was just joking, and yes I would like to do it again sometime," I cut the sentence short, hopefully building the tension and not looking like a complete fool, "Maybe now?"
Moody smiles, "Well if you insist, Miss Dixon."
He leans forward. I know it's completely improper and that we shouldn't be in the same room together unsupervised. I know that we shouldn't be sitting on my bed about to kiss. I know I should be doing any of this, but for some reason I don't care. I close the distance.
It's utterly strange, the way we fit perfectly together, and I know it's cliche, but it's true. I want him and by the way his lips are moving with mine I know he wants me back. This kiss was different from the first one, but I can't really explain why. While the first one was gentle and nervous, this one is harder and more forward.
"Why are we doing this?" I whisper against him.
"Because we need each other," he answers immediately.
"I need to go to sleep," I laugh, pushing back an inch.
"I'll stay with you," Moody insists.
"Very insistent aren't you? Don't you have work tomorrow?" I ask.
"That can wait," James smiles.
I roll my eyes and laugh a little, nervously, and lay down on the bed sheets. I make sure that I am at least a foot away from him on the small mattress, but he pulls me against him and I tense against his side.
"Am I making you uncomfortable, Jess?" I asks me.
I shake my head a little and snuggle closer into his side. No more words are exchanged as we lie there in the darkness, eventually I close my eyes are fall into the temptation of sleep, but not until after I hear his gentle snoring in the corner of my ear.
I jerk awake, hearing a loud scraping noise reverberate around the ship. My cot shakes and I shake Moody awake. He jerks up.
"I heard something!" I whisper loudly. The boat shakes again and I grab onto his arm.
"What the hell was that!" Moody exclaims jumping down from the bed and onto the floor, "Bloody hell!" He yells.
"What? What is it?" I ask nervously, peering over the edge of the bed and looking at the floor, it's covered in a thin layer of water.
"There's water on the floor! It's freezing!" James says loudly.
"What do we do?" I ask, biting my lip.
"We get out of here and ask the Captain," Moody says confidently. He sticks a hand out to me and I grab it jumping to the floor.
"Yikes!" I scream, "That is cold!"
"I told you so," Moody smirks. He's the only person I know that could be sarcastic in a time like this. "Grab a coat, it will be cold on the deck."
I do what he says and button it up, while I do that he pulls his shoes on and throws his Officers coat on. I yank on stockings and shoes faster than I ever have in my life. We dash out of the room and freeze. The floor in the hallway is also full over ankle deep freezing cold water. Moody and I walk as fast as we can through the water as humanly possible and when we make it up the stairs the water is gone. I notice Andrews pacing around nervously in the first class smoking room. I point to him and Moody nods and we walk over as calmly as we can.
"Mr. Andrews do you know what is going on?" I ask him, my thin amount of calm going away as quickly as it came.
He looks at Moody and bends down and whispers to us, "The Titanic hit an iceberg and she's taking on water."
"But the ship will be fine won't she, Sir?" Moody asks Andrews. He has a sick look on his face and my stomach twists.
"She can't sink can she Mr. Andrews? The Titanic is unsinkable! Please say that this is all a mistake!" I plead, searching his eyes.
"I wish I could give you good news, but I'm afraid that this ship is just about as unsinkable as a pebble," Mr. Andrews says grimly.
"How long will she last?" Moody questions.
Andrews gives up a sad look and replies, "About and hour, two at most."
Everything goes black and I pass out for the second time on the trip, a trip that I might not make out alive.
So there it is! Please review and I would be more than happy! Maybe the next chapter will even come faster than I thought it would.
