Abigail's nerves were running wild, her heart was beating loudly in her chest and she could think straight. It was now time for dinner and she had expected her uncle to escort her to dinner, and when she heard the knock, she opened the door with a large smile. She smile faltered a little and a blush was creeping its way up her neck and face, making her face hot.

It was not her uncle standing in front of her, but rather an officer. And not just any officer, but the officer she was daydreaming about; the officer she wanted.

First Officer William Murdoch gave her a kind smile and as Abigail stepped aside, he stepped into her room. His eyes wandered around her room, looking at the hermetic details of the room before his gaze had settled on her.

"I'm sorry Officer Murdoch, did you need something?" Abigail couldn't help the way her eyes wandered his body and appearance.

His uniform he had on was nothing new, she had seen him before in it, but today, tonight, it made him look even more handsome than usual. Abigail blushed again as she felt a wave of desire hit her. Her heart was beating loudly, her body was starting to get warm and Abigail felt wetness between her legs.

"Your uncle asked me to escort you to dinner. He will be late and will not be able to escort you on time." Abigail pulled her attention from his body to his face, flushing all over again.

There was a small smile on his face and Abby knew she was caught in the act of staring at him. She bit her lip and looked away. She couldn't look at him without blushing.

"Oh well thank you." She turned back, jumping, when William's hand brushed agaisnt her bare arm.

"Are you alright, Abigail?" She nodded and gave him a nervous smile. She had been alone with him before, but never had she felt this much desire.

"Yes. Should we go?" She grabbed his outstretched arm, feeling warmth spread through her body. His full uniform was on, all except the gloves and she was very greatful for that. The feeling of his hand on her brushing against her bare arm felt wonderful.

"Aye. We should." Abigail stepped out of her room with William, only stopping to shut her door behind her, and then they were on their way.

Every once in a while she would look at him out of the corner of her eye. He was a very handsome, albeit older than her, man and she found herself quite attracted. From his kind smile, to his brown eyes, even to his mannerisms, and of course his accent.

"You looked lovely tonight, Abigail." She smiled at him and stepped closer, as she tried to move out of the way for another passenger passing them in the hall.

"Thank you. My mother insisted on packing all of my clothes, she doesn't trust my judgement. She's a very strong willed woman." Abby smirked a little, imagining what her dear mother would say if she could see her being escorted by an officer to dinner.

"You share that quality with her." Abigail glanced at Will. They had stopped just short of the hand staircase. His eyes were on her and hers were on him. He was smiling at her, his eyes searching her face.

"I suppose I do. I can be quite stubborn and strong willed." Abby smiled feeling his hands on her wrists, his thumbs rubbing the inside of her skin. She stepped closer to him, ignoring her mothers voice inside her head telling her to act properly. She didn't give a damn what her mother would say. She wanted to be free to do what she desired and wished.

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Will knew he was in over his head. He knew this was not something he should be doing, and it would only get him into deep trouble. But this woman, Abigail, was someone he couldn't ignore. He felt much desire for the beautiful woman. From the way her eyes were alive with wonder and curiosity, to the way her hair shone. Her skin was soft and warm under his touch and he couldn't help the desire to explore the rest of her skin, wondering and wanting to feel the rest of her.

"Thank you for escorting me, officer Murdoch." There were people passing and he was struggling to make their interaction look as innocent as possible. In his mind, it was anything but innocent. His thoughts were anything but innocent.

"You are most welcome Miss Mckinley." He watched her step even closer to him, her breasts grazing his chest and her face inches from his. It was quite a close and inappropriate position they were in, but William Murdoch didn't give a damn.

"Evening, Abigail, officer Murdoch." Will watches Abigail jump away from him, her hand placed on her chest, her breathing erratic. He watched her, ignoring Molly brown who greeted them, his eyes casually watching her chest rise and fall with each breath.

"Good evening Molly." He ignored the look she was giving him and once again, offered his arm to Abigail.

"Will you join me for dinner, Abby?" Will watched her smile and nod, her eyes lighting up. She must've been relieved to have dinner with Molly. She was also not as traditional as most first class passengers and wouldn't judge Abigail for her wishes to be an engineer or mechanic, or even carpenter.

"And you, Officer Murdoch?" Will smiled ATB abigail, not missing the blush on her face, or the hopeful look in her eyes.

"Yes I would love to." Will followed Molly down the stairs, his right hand on the railing and do his left was Abigail, her soft hand on his arm.

"Be careful with your dress. I see you stepping on the bottom as you walk." He turned and flashed her a smile which she returned. She thanked him and lifted her dress with her left hand, allowing herself to walk without stepping on it.

"Thank you for your concern, Officer Murdoch." When they had reached the dining saloon, Abigail dropped the edge of her dress. Will had still kept an eye on her, watching so she would not trip and escorted her inside the dining saloon.

He didn't miss the way she shied away from the gazes of some of the first class women, as well as some of the men. She hadn't wanted to draw attention to herself, but Mrs. Dewitt Bukater had made sure that happened. With her questions about why she was not married and why she was not either with child in her, or a child at home, she had created a target on Abigail's back.

"This is where we are sitting." Will pulled out a chair for Abigail and when she dropped his arm and went to sit, he placed his hand on her lower back, much lower than he should have, and helped her sit.

"Thank you Officer Murdoch." He smiled and placed a gentle kiss to the top of her hand, before leaving her side for his seat on the other side of the table.

"Lovely night tonight, William." He smiled at the Captain, and when he had become immersed in conversation with Bruce Ismay, he turned his attention back to Abigail.

She was fiddling with the napkin in front of her, staring at the empty plate and wine glass in front of her. She looked uncomfortable and Will had wondered why, until he saw two familiar redheads approaching the table, along with young Rose's fiancé, Caledon Hockley.

"Good evening, Miss Mckinley." He watched Abigail raise her head and smile at Rose's mother, even if it was forced.

"You haven't got an escort tonight?" Will grit his teeth. This woman was driving him crazy with the way she was targeting Abigail.

"Yes missus I do. My uncle was busy and Officer Murdoch was nice enough to escort me." Mrs. Bukater glanced at Will and turned his attention back towards Abigail, a less than pleased look on her face.

"Mother please..." Rose gave her mother a heated look. Abigail had once again looked down at her plate, almost ashamed. She looked up quickly, took a deep breath and forced a smile.

"And you have no husband?" Abigail closed her eyes briefly.

"Not all of us are required to marry someone we don't love to improve our standing in society or for financial gain. No offence intended to you, Rose." Will stifled a laugh, and felt a spit of pride for Abigail. She seemed to be fighting back and he was quite happy she was.

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