Her graceful, soft body was fully exposed in front of him, without warning and without reason. Thomas felt beads of sweat on his face and his heart thudded against his chest, he could barely speak. Rose watched him curiously. "Would you be so kind Mr. Andrews, as to draw me wearing your gift?"
Thomas licked his lips and swallowed. "Y-yes, Rose certainly, uh…lay on that couch, please."
Thomas was no artist and was not very confident in his abilities to draw a person but if it was what Rose wanted he would certainly try. She spread out in a laying position on the couch across from him and he smiled nervously.
"Forgive me, Rose. I hope you like your drawing."
"It's yours too, Thomas." She smiled playfully as he breathed deeply and began drawing her. His hand moved over the paper and he looked up, trying not to meet her eyes.
"Why Mr. Andrews, I believe you're blushing."
He smiled and said, "You can hardly blame me. I am almost done."
Rose kept her eyes on him the entire time; the neurotic idea of having Thomas Andrews draw her without clothes was something she never imagined doing. Her heart beat heavily and she attempted to remain calm.
He stood up and she remained on the couch. "Would you like to see?" She stood up and took her robe from the floor. She went over and stood just behind his shoulder. The drawing was beautiful, done in pen and the likeness was extraordinary. "It's beautiful."
"Well, it is you; it was destined to be a beautiful drawing."
Rose's gaze was focused on Thomas'. He stood there, unmoving and looked at her with a smile. "I should get dressed." She smiled and moved into the next room.
Thomas set down the drawing near his coat and moved into the room where Rose was. She was putting on her undergarments and looked up when she saw him in the doorway.
Thomas came into the room and moved near her. Rose ignited as he buried his face in her hair. She felt his lips against her neck and her skin heated. His hands were on her arms and she guided them down to her waist. He gazed into her bluish green eyes and she took her opportunity kissing him on his lips and moving her hand through his hair.
She released him and whispered, "I want this as much as you do, Thomas and I know you want it."
"Y-you're certain?"
She guided his hand to her chest where her heart was. His hand, settled between her breasts, could feel her mad heartbeat.
"Yes."
The lights were extinguished.