AN: This idea has been floating in my head for quite a long time and I'm excited to finally share it with you guys! Just to avoid some confusion here, the italics (with the exception of the quotes from the movie/deleted scene) are all fantasy. Hope you enjoy! And please review!

Rose rolled over onto her back. The new position didn't help at all. She opened her eyes and stared the ceiling. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fall asleep. She figured the glass of brandy before slipping into bed would have made it easy. It should have been easy anyways. After dancing for hours with Jack and drinking more than what is acceptable for a lady, Rose felt exhausted. Her mind though, was wide awake.

She couldn't remember the last time that she had been so happy and had so much fun. Those things had always eluded her. In her world, fun and happiness was attending polo matches and joining in the mindless chatter. Dancing to the fast paced music and drinking anything more than champagne was not acceptable.

Jack had made her feel so alive tonight. Her heart fluttered as she relived it in her head.

"Jack. I can't do this."

"We're gonna have to get a little closer." He placed his hand on the small of her back and pulled her to him. "Like this," he said with a sly smile.

Rose wondered if Jack had not heard her say that she couldn't or if he chose to ignore it. Either way, Rose found herself not caring because she could have danced in his arms all night.

Her body suddenly felt hot at the idea of being his arms. His hands had felt so wonderful when he touched her. She felt a twitch between her thighs and her face warmed.

…

Jack kicked off his fancy new shoes and tossed his jacket over a chair. He had promised Molly that he would return them promptly, but he would do that tomorrow before going to see Rose. Right now, he was exhausted, though his mind spun quickly.

Fabrizio and the two Swedes were still at the party in the common room, for which Jack was grateful. After he had walked Rose back to the first class entrance, he wanted some time to think by himself. He couldn't stop thinking about what she had told him after they had seen a shooting star.

"What would you wish for?"

Rose gazed into his eyes, glanced at his lips for a few long seconds before making eye contact again. "Something I can't have."

Jack had had to restrain himself from kissing her right then and there. Her lips had been slightly parted and he was certain that her breathing had quickened. Jack knew that Rose had wanted to kiss him as well. He knew he shouldn't, but Jack couldn't help but wonder what kissing her would have been like.

Lying on his bunk, he closed his eyes and pictured Rose's face. He imagined her soft breath against his lips. He moaned softly to himself and felt himself growing hard.

…

Rose tried to fight the urges coming over her. She was engaged to another man and shouldn't have been thinking of Jack in this way. But she couldn't stop thinking about the way Jack's hands had caressed her while they danced.

In an effort to suppress the feeling, Rose squeezed her thighs together. To her surprise, it made it worse. Rose moaned quietly. Curious, she pressed her thighs together again, this time a little tighter. A thrill shot through her and she bit her lip.

Her pulse quickened as she considered touching herself. She had felt these physical feelings before, but not since puberty. Rose had always been able to ignore them, roll over and go to sleep. But now, thinking of Jack's hands, of Jack touching her the way he did, she couldn't stop.

Though her room was dark, the lights were off, and she had locked her door, Rose still glanced around to assure herself that she was alone. She closed her eyes and saw Jack smiling at her as they danced together. Rose lifted her nightgown just enough and slipped her hand underneath.

Rose fought back a gasp as she felt herself. She was wet…very wet.

…

Jack stood and stripped to his underwear. He locked the door, flipped off the light, and slid back into bed, hoping that the sound of a key in the lock would be enough to alert him to anyone returning. He pulled the blanket over him and closed his eyes.

His mind returned to Rose. He recalled pulling her against him as they danced. She had been nervous, that much he could tell even without her proclamation that she could do it. He knew all she needed was a little encouragement and he gave it to her.

Jack remembered the way her breasts pressed against his chest as they danced. While he had not paid attention while they twirled around the floor, he had been aware of it. Jack mused that staring at her breasts would not only have been incredibly rude, but would have also guaranteed a tumble for both of them on the crowded dance floor.

Jack felt himself twitch. Without a second thought, he slipped his hand into his underwear. Wrapping his fingers around himself, he began to stroke and moaned. He was hard…very hard.

…

Her finger brushed over her swollen clit and Rose fought back another groan of pleasure. She squirmed upon her bed as new thoughts and images came to her. Jack's hands were no longer touching her while they danced. She thought of his hands against her bare body. In her mind, Jack was running his hands down her naked sides, touching her softly but passionately.

"Jack," she whispered as quietly as possible. She spread her legs a bit more and rubbed herself with more pressure. She thought of what it would feel like if it was his hand between her legs. Rose let the images play out in her mind.

Jack kissed her lips softly and then her throat. Rose moaned softly as his mouth traveled to her breasts, kissing her skin every few seconds. His hands were tender against her as he moved them down her sides, pausing at her thighs. Rose parted her legs, silently inviting him to touch her.

Rose gasped softly as Jack's hand slid between her legs. He continued to kiss her body softly as he ran his fingers through her soft curls. Impatient, Rose raised her thighs and pressed herself against his hand. Jack laughed softly and slipped a finger between her lips.

Rose struggled to hold in a moan and whimpered softly at her fantasies.

…

Jack tightened his fingers ever so slightly and groaned. He had never felt this way about a woman before. He had to grudgingly admit to himself that he had been turned on by the occasional woman that he sketched nude, but he had never been to this point. Jack also wasn't one to do this often; life on the streets provided little privacy.

All Jack could see was Rose's beautiful and flawless face. Her smile was radiant, her laugh full of life. Her lips were so inviting. Jack let it all play out in his mind.

Jack leaned forward slowly. He touched her face, cupping her cheek. Their heads drew closer and closer together until their foreheads touched. Rose's breathing was heavy and he could feel her heartbeat. He looked into her eyes for doubt and saw none. Jack closed the distance between their mouths and kissed her.

Jack felt his erection pulse.

Rose kissed him back. Her kiss was full of passion of hunger. Suddenly she pushed Jack backwards onto a bed, falling softly on him in the process. She raised herself up on her arms and gazed down at him. Jack smiled up at her, brushing a hair from her eyes.

She kissed him again, softer this time. Jack rolled them so they could lie side to side. Rose ran her hand down his side, slowly as she reached his hip. Her hand slid down and Jack moaned as she began to run her hand along his hard length.

Jack moaned loudly.

…

Rose bit her lip as she gently slid a finger inside of herself. Delight shot through her body as she felt the warm, wet silkiness of her flesh. A moan slipped out of her mouth as she eased her finger in further. Her fantasies continued behind her closed eyes.

Jack slowly pulled his fingers from within her. Before Rose could express her displeasure with it, his lips were on hers. She kissed him frantically. Rose ran her fingers through his hair before coming to a rest on his shoulders.

"Make love to me Jack," she pleaded as he softly nipped at her ear lobe. Rose parted her legs, beckoning him and he settled between them. He kissed her softly as he entered her.

Rose's back arched as she slid a second finger into her velvet flesh. "Jack! Yes Jack!" she cried out in a whisper.

…

Jack began to stroke himself faster, tightening his grip every so often. Not only was he unable to stop himself from imagining Rose's lips against his, he couldn't stop picturing them lying next to one another naked.

Rose kissed Jack everywhere she could while straddling her body over his. She kissed his lips, his nose, his throat, his shoulders, every inch of skin. Jack cupped her face and traced his thumb along her lips; she kissed it softly.

Rose sat straight up and wrapped her fingers around him. He sucked in a breath as she began to stroke up and down. Jack moaned and Rose stroked faster.

"I want you," he said in a hoarse whisper. He held her by her hips and she smiled. Rose lifted her hips and moved them forward as Jack steadied her. Slowly she lowered herself; a low moan rose from her throat and grew louder as he entered her fully.

Jack's legs jerked and he kept his fingers tight around himself. "Rose!"

…

A warmness that she had never felt began to travel up Rose's legs and soon enveloped her, making her entire body tingle. She continued to move her fingers inside of her. With her other hand, she stroked her clit gently.

"Don't stop, Jack," Rose begged. "Please don't stop." Rose wrapped her legs around Jack's hips, pushing him deeper. The first wave hit her and she cried out. As her orgasm intensified, Rose dug her nails into his shoulders and Jack moved faster. Rose saw stars as the pleasure hit her full force…

The heat exploded and Rose writhed with pleasure as her orgasm washed over her. Her body wriggled beyond her control and twisted in the sheets. She had no control over her voice and cried out. Rose's hips bucked and she pulled her hands away from between her thighs.

Rose laid there and breathed heavily. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. Butterflies fluttered in her tummy. Rose smiled as she realized that she couldn't quite feel her legs but she could feel the twitching between them. Not wanting to sit up, or even open her eyes, Rose felt around the bed until she found her sheet. With a content sigh, Rose fell into a blissful sleep within minutes.

…

Jack groaned, feeling his body recoil. He didn't want to come yet, but he knew he couldn't stop it. He curled his toes and sucked in his breath.

"Rose. Oh Rose!" Rose kissed him and tightened herself around him. Jack moaned into her mouth. He grabbed her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh. She moved faster, spurred on by his grip on her. Jack bucked his hips, making her cry out. Moaning louder than ever, the ecstasy took over Jack's body…

Jack let the orgasm take over. His entire body jerked once, twice and then a final time. He laid there trying to calm his breathing and heartbeat. Jack could still see Rose's smiling face in his mind and he felt a smile form on his own face.

Jack shivered as he pulled his hand from his underwear. He sighed heavily, relaxed by his release. Rolling over, Jack soon fell into a deep and serene sleep.