Now, where were we?" Thomas asked Marie, after replacing the phone and locking the bedroom door.

Marie glanced to the side, and then looked at Thomas,

"I think we were going to kiss?" He smiled at her and walked towards her, and she threw her arms around his shoulders, and he kissed her again.

After unplugging the phone, he slipped off his dress shirt, and she pulled her dress over her shoulders, leaving her in just a simple silk shift. His bare chest was slightly muscular, with a smattering of dark grey hair. She ran her hands over it, reveling in the feel of him, he was warm and strong and she could feel the warmth of his arms around her waist through the thin material of her slip.

He felt her nipples harden against his chest, and his breath hitched.

As their tongues danced sensually, he reached down to pull off her shift, finally baring her to him completely. Her small hands slipped down to begin undoing his pants, and he stopped her, whispering,

"You'd better leave that to me my dear."

She nodded silently, and moved her hands back up to weave them in and around his hair, kissing him deeply again, tasting him, and she arched into his chest as his hands made their way down to rest on her bare hips, and back up to cup her breasts.

Within seconds, she was flat on her back, moaning and fisting the silken sheets as he used his fingers to play her clit like a grand piano.

"Have you ever—done—ugh-this before?" she managed to gasp out, as he glanced at her, smiling,

"No, but I am very well read."

His insistent erection was prodding her thighs even as he brought her to a pleasure high.

Without warning, he moved his thumb in a quick circle over the top of her clit and she came, seeing stars even as her eyes fell shut. Her knees felt a bit weak, as he moved up to kiss her, gently guiding his shaft to her entrance, he pulled her into his arms, and her legs wrapped around him seemingly of their own accord.

As they moved together, he wondered if their coupling was causing any natural disasters, for it felt as if his world shook with him, his knees nearly collapsed as he thrust into her, feeling her clench around him, her arms, legs, and even her core.

She twisted her hips unconsciously and he found himself falling over the edge into oblivion of pleasure. The friction from his hips on hers and when he reached a hand down to stroke her outer lips were enough to push her over the brink as well.

They stayed in each other's arms for a few moments, still recovering from the monumental feelings coursing through their veins.


Meanwhile, Jack was having a hard time concentrating on his drawing, as he usually was professional, seeing Rose completely nude again in the space of barely a day, was enough to cause him to sweat a bit. His hands slipped on the charcoal, and he swore. Somehow he would need to adapt that smear into the drawing.

"Something wrong Jack? I'm sure Picasso does not swear around his models." Her face was completely straight, but he knew it took her severe effort not to laugh at him.

"Somehow I have to make this look like I did it on purpose…hmmm." He muttered to himself, then he snapped his fingers.

He carefully incorporated the smear as a throw pillow she was holding over her…nether regions.

It still left her beautiful breasts exposed in the drawing, and as he finished it off, and signed it with a flourish, he found he could smile.

"All done."

She smiled at him, and stood up from the couch, quickly walking over to look at it over his shoulder.

"It's wonderful Jack. Even better than the first."

She leaned over a bit and kissed him, and he quickly set the drawing aside, to prevent more smudges, and to take his love into his arms.


A couple days later, Jack and Rose set off for his hometown, eager to settle down and begin a life of their own.

Marie and Thomas stayed in New York, and he began his designing of a successor ship to the Titanic, hopeful it would succeed without having to have extraordinary safety precautions in place.

After much dancing around the subject, Thomas Andrews proposed to Marie Reynolds, and she became the happy wife of the man who had saved nearly 3,000 lives.


A/N: The END. Hope ya liked it! I had to embellish the end half a bit as my dream ended on the boat. R/R