AN: This chapter is M :-)

Thank you for every review and thanks Leah for liking the idea with the bridge.


Jack was holding Rose close in his arms, placing little kisses on her head.

"So it was you, who got my letter first," she unexpectedly choked out.

"Yes."

It was quite clear to Rose now that if anyone else would've gotten her note instead that she would be dead by now.

"It's kind of…"

"Strange that it was me, who got your letter?" Jack finished for her seemingly having read her mind.

"If it hadn't been you than…I don't know what I was thinking Jack. I was just so sad and…," she began, but Jack stopped her with by placing a finger on her lips.

"Hey, Rose, don't think about that anymore. You're alive and what you wanted to do, even if I don't condemn it, I still understand it. You had so much to worry and be sad about and…but now don't blame yourself anymore," he finally said smiling at her. "Just promise me that you won't try again to kill yourself," he added now in a serious tone.

"I promise Jack."

"Good and now no more talk about this. We're back together Rose so this should be a happy occasion, right?"

"Right," Rose smiled back at him.

Jack just drew her in for another kiss and afterwards was whispering sweet lovely words into her ears, words that she had thought she would never hear from him again.

Rose felt the chilly wind blew through her clothes and she cuddled closer up to Jack, who tried to warm her up by running his hands up and down her back. It didn't help much however and Rose still had to sneeze.

Jack knew that they couldn't stand there the whole night; it would soon be getting dark and even cooler than it already was. There was another sneeze from Rose and another – God bless you – from Jack.

Jack took off his coat and moved it around her shoulders.

"Thank you," she whispered while Jack just grinned at her.

"No problem. I don't want you to be cold my love," he told her.

Rose still couldn't believe it that Jack really had come back to her. It was still more a dream than reality to her.

"I guess that we should go somewhere else," she heard his voice.

"Of course Jack."

"But where do we…?" they both said in unison suddenly realizing that they couldn't just go his or her place.

Rose was sure however that Jack would think of something. She didn't feel afraid when being around him.

"Jack?" she asked him looking up at him.

He seemed to be deeply in thoughts.

"Mmh?" he looked down at her.

"Henry will be at home in half an hour and I…"

"So you want to go home?" Jack asked his voice somehow sad.

Rose instantly knew what he was thinking.

"I don't know what I want Jack…god I want you…I…but my husband…"

Jack had no real intention to talk about Henry now, but since Rose had started this talk he needed to follow it.

"Do you think that he would…I mean…hit you, when he…when he finds out…about…," he stammered.

"Us? No Jack…Henry isn't like…well you know who…"

Jack only nodded and before Rose knew what was happing he was kissing her again with so much passion that she felt her feet getting weak.

Rose smiled, while Jack kissed her neck.

She knew very well that she had to stop him. They couldn't very well do it out here.

"Jack…not here…" she managed to get out, before Jack was kissing her on her lips once more.

"What?" he whispered into her ear between kisses.

"We can't do this…"

But Jack obviously wasn't interested in hearing her comments.

Rose decided that it was no use and firmly stood up straight to look at him.

"Maybe you could walk me home Jack?" she suggested.

Jack looked up at her.

"And your husband?" he asked.

"Jack, I...please, just let me go home, alright."

"Sure," he answered placing his hand around her back.

Rose knew that he was disappointed, but she just couldn't help it.

They walked quietly ahead to her home.

….

Once they had reached her home, Jack immediately wanted to turn around again and go, but Rose stopped him.

"What Mr. Dawson are you leaving?"

Jack looked at her confused.

"I said that you should walk be home, didn't I? Well shouldn't you see to it that I get safely inside then?" Rose said smiling mischievously at him.

"But Rose really this isn't very ladylike you know," he smiled back.

"I don't care what is ladylike or not Jack," she firmly told him.

Jack just drew her closer to him and gave her another kiss, afterwards following her into the house.

Once they were inside Rose barely managed to close the door behind them. Jack was kissing her over and over and Rose could hardly think straight. And she had completely forgotten about her husband, while Jack began to open up her dress.

They were so caught up, Jack pushing her down on the nearest couch that both were completely startled, when they suddenly heard the telephone rang.

While Jack had no intention to being disturbed once more, Rose instantly remembered Henry.

"Jack please…I have to…," she choked out.

Jack however totally ignored her and continued kissing her neck again.

As much as Rose wanted this now, she knew that she had to answer it.

She somehow managed to sit up and to get over to the telephone. Of course Jack followed her ahead.

"Hello," Rose said into the telephone trying to sound as normal as possible, which wasn't exactly so easy with Jack on her side.

It was Henry on the other side.

"What…you're…," she got out before Jack had his lips on hers again.

Henry had just told her that he would be working late today.

Henry on the other hand was quite confused.

"Hang up…" Jack whispered into her ear and tickled on it, causing Rose to giggle.

"Are you alone darling?" Henry asked her.

"Of course I'm darling," she told him in the best voice she could come up with at the moment holding Jack slightly away with her left hand.

"So you're getting home when…?" she asked him again.

"Not before midnight I fear."

"So midnight…" Rose repeated more for Jack to hear than for herself.

His eyes immediately lit up and Rose couldn't stop him from kissing her again.

"No…," she whispered.

"Are you sure that everything is alright darling? You know you can't be careful enough in these days," Henry's voice again.

"Yes, everything's fine so midnight it is."

Henry told her again how sorry he was, but Rose wasn't listening anymore.

"Sure darling," she told him finally hanging up.

In mere seconds Jack's lips were on her again.

"Finally," he mumbled getting back to finish undressing her.

Rose just smiled.

"Henry told me that I should be careful," Rose choked out between giggles.

Jack suddenly stopped kissing her and looked her firmly in her eyes.

"What Jack?"

What was suddenly wrong now?

"I think your husband may have been right," he told her getting a confused look from her.

"What are you talking about?"

Rose was completely perplexed now.

"You know it isn't very wise to just invite everyone from the streets. There're people out there, who're not very trustworthy you know," Jack tried to sound stern, but couldn't hold back a giggle.

"And just who might this be Mr. Dawson?" she just as playfully asked him back.

"Well you see my dear there're this kind of guys, who're...," he started but Rose cut him in.

"Who're seducing innocent young first class girls Mr. Dawson?" she finished for him smiling brightly know.

She enjoyed this immensely, just like Jack did.

"What? I seduced you Rose? As far as I remember it was you, who suggested that I drew you naked and who pulled me back into the backseat of the car," he tried to defend himself.

"Oh Jack…who're older than me, you should've backed away," she told him trying to sound annoyed.

Jack just laughed at her drawing her closer again and kissing her on her head once more.

"You wouldn't have wanted me to back away," he whispered into her ear.

He felt her nod.

"No," she whispered back.

Jack grinned again, staring lovingly at her. He then drew her up a little bit and her dress fell to the floor. They were again laying on the couch kissing.

"I think you ought to get out of your clothes as well Mr. Dawson," Rose smiled at him seductively. She didn't bother to properly open up his shirt, just the first buttons and managed to get it over his head.

Next came his pants off. They landed on the floor like their other clothes.

Rose could feel his erection pressing against her thigh.

Before she could react she felt Jack remove her underwear completely and stuck a finger inside her wet opening making her gasp in delight.

"Jack…oh my god…," she moaned moving further into his hands.

"My sweet Rose," Jack nibbled in her ear.

Rose somehow managed through her moans to remove his underwear too.

Jack meanwhile continued to assault her, making her hotter and wetter, kissing her lips and her breasts in between.

"Jack…," Rose got out "God I' m so close…"

Jack knew she was about to orgasm soon.

"You're so wet baby," he whispered seductively into her ear.

All he received was a muffled pant from Rose. She was obviously to close now to answer properly. Well Jack didn't mind.

"You like that Rose?" he asked her.

"Mmh…oh god Jack…that feels…"

So good – she had wanted to add, but didn't get the chance to as she was cracking down from her orgasm.

"Jack…god…I'm coming…," she screamed.

Jack watched her as she climaxed.

"Rose…," he began kissing her again, seeing that she had recovered.

He was so hard now, it was almost unbearable now. Without warning Rose moved her hands around his full erect cock.

"Oh Rose…," Jack began.

His moans made Rose even wetter.

"I need you Jack, I need to feel you inside me," she whispered at him while she continued to stroke him.

"Then you better stop with what you're doing now, because I…"

Rose understood. She let go of him, instead leaning back on the couch, spreading her legs apart, Jack eagerly followed her movement, lining himself up on top of her.

"Are you ready?" he asked her.

Instead of an answer Rose drew him closer to her with her legs.

Jack slid in easily, getting another moan from Rose.

She felt him thrusting in and out of her.

This was just so wonderful.

No one knew exactly how and when, but somehow they ended up on the floor.

"Jack…deeper…god…"

Jack of course easily obeyed her request.

"Everything you want my love…" he told her entering her deeper and deeper.

In between in was kissing her on her neck, her breasts…

"Jack…this feels so…god…" she got out, while he was pumping in and out of her.

"You like that…right…"

"God yes…I can't…Jack…make me come…" she screamed.

Jack could tell that she was on the brink to another orgasm and continued to enter her, while Rose tightened her legs around him.

And then her climax shot through her.

"Jack…I'm…cooomminng…" she screamed.

Jack too couldn't hold it back any longer, with one final thrust he came as well, releasing every bit of his seed into her womb.

"Rose…"

Both looked at each other, when it ended. Jack was trying to regain his normal breathing.

"Jack," Rose was the first to speak again.

She moved her hand up to his cheek.

Jack was moving out of her, laying back on the floor and drawing Rose with him.

She happily led her hand on his chest, while he tightly embraced her.

"I love so much my angel," Jack whispered into her ear.

Rose was happily smiling.

"I love you too."

"To think that I could've lost you...I don't know what took me so long to come to you," he added. "I'm sorry Rose."

Rose could tell that he sad really now and so she moved up smiling at him.

"You know everyone makes mistakes, I forgive you," she added giggling.

"Oh you…" Jack drew her in for another kiss.

The kiss deepened and not long they were reaching the stars once more.

Afterwards both lay again exhausted on the floor just being happy with each other's company.

"I'm going to tell Gisela tomorrow that I want to be with you," Jack finally said.

"Mmh…it's surely hard for her…I really feel sorry for her now Jack."

"And your husband?"

"Jack, I don't know, our marriage was long over even before Andy's death. I really concerned about your daughter's Jack however…I never wanted this…I never wanted to rob them of their father," she told him.

"Rose, hey," Jack started touching her cheek "You're not robbing them of their father, because living with you doesn't mean that I'll leave them. I could never do that Rose. My children are the best thing that ever happened to me."

Rose could tell that it would break his heart, if anything would happen to them and she wished again that Jack would've been Andy's father.

Rose led her head back on his chest, she would've liked to fall asleep with him, but both knew that they couldn't.

Eventually Henry would be coming home.