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Chapter nine:
The chilling wind ripped through the air, screaming to be heard over the sound of the thunderous waves that crashed into each other creating a massive swirl of frothing water. Every few minutes there was an explosion of thunder that shook the sea bed. Sea spray was thrown to the heavens only to fall down again, indistinguishable from the rain that was fired into the freezing water. Waves loomed over the crumbling rocks nearby, dwarfing the cliffs. Through the oppressive rain and cloud, a shuddering light struggled to illuminate the headland for any ships unfortunate enough to be caught in the storm. It had been going on for hours and who was to say that it wouldn't continue for many more.
Thunder shook the clouds, as its loud rumble echoed around the empty beach. The smell of the sea overpowered the old, lingering smell of chips or candy, now only a stench of salt and seaweed were left. Sand storms were hipping up from the shore into the air and circling in the wind. CRASH! Lightning illuminated the sky and forked downwards to strike a stray boat, like a spear would to catch a fish. The smoke from the explosion was quickly carried off by the wind and the remains of the boat were rapidly dragged under the waves. The weather tormented seagulls with the sight of dead fish washing up onto the shore, yet there were was other choice but to stay in hiding. The icy winds whistled around every rock and under every doorway; not even warm houses could be protected from the chill of the storm. On the shore waves crashed against rocks and onto the sand, shattering shells with its immense pressure.
The lighthouse was left to fend for itself on the cliff, yet its light has no purpose, as the sea was empty…no one would dare venture out into the vicious sea. The sound of rain now overpowering the quietening rumble of thunder. Rays from the sun pushed through the cloud and released the shadow from the sea. Wind still pulled at the sea splashing waves upon the shore, making pebbles jerk against one another. The trees released tension from their exhausted roots. Birds finally ventured out into the unsteady weather after their long wait for food.
As fast as the lightening had struck, Rose was out of the Bentley. Her light hair visible between the windscreen wipers as they worked to keep the window clear. Her dishevelled silver sparkling gown now completely saturated and yet, still she spun in a circle. Around and around, she went, as though she was a ballerina no longer in control of her own feet. Although she moved, and glided randomly it was beautiful and alluring as she moved her body beneath the sky of her own fears.
Jack could only listen to his heartbeat, to the rhythm of his own soul. The coldness of the interior was suddenly boiling hot. The dress clung to her, curve after curve and then her legs were bare. Her shoulders now exposed too, that she had slid her arms out of the jacket and discarded of it on the ground. His jaw was tight with the tension. Her girlish screams filled his ears...shouts of joy, of that wild, free Rose who he had dreamt of for so long.
For so long...
Her beautiful face, without a care in the world.
How he wished the air was filled with a tropical breeze, how he failed to recall the sun shining down upon her once coppery hair and sparkling jaded eyes.
He was thinking. Far too much.
Without a second thought, he opened the door of the car to be met by the whipping wind and the rain which soaked his hair and shirt before he could even reach her. Once her hands were on him, there on the inside of his elbows, pulling at his shirt to hold herself up from the giddiness, Rose was playing with him; the devilish streak which he had discovered existed within her more than once. Coming across a concrete pillar, she disappeared further towards the sand and then he saw her shadow once more; she was dancing, slowly, her body moving to an unknown song. Watching her there, in the midst of the steaming rain, it felt as though no one else but them even existed. How had he lived before her? Just the sight of her winded him, like a massive blow to the stomach and chest all at once.
The way her body moved, even swayed was beautiful. The curve of her breast, down to the inching in of her waist and the out of her hip then downward was stunning. The silver of the dress danced about with her and she was like a ghostly illusion there amongst the clouds of wetness. Sweat lined his forehead even though the rain was cool and Rose's own hair was wet, sticking to her cheek and neck as she went; a stark contrast to the polished, Society lady she had once been. To the poised woman who had been upon the stage. Who had been at the Savoy; stiffly drinking champagne? This, this was the truth.
The feeling building up inside his stomach, Jack couldn't take it much more as his heart was beating heavily in his chest; he had to be close to her. Crossing the sand, feeling it sink beneath his determined feet, Jack roughly caught her hand and shoved her up against the concrete pillar and crushed his lips to hers as he pressed her forehead against her own. He could taste the sweat on her face as he ran both of his hands down the curve of either side of her body. She allowed him to kiss her neck as she ragged his jacket from his arms and it fell to the floor in a puddle right there. Their eyes found each other's eyes in the darkness as the passion within burnt brightly. This time, they were both as sure that resistance would not be offered. Without so much as a hesitance, Jack's hands caressed the swell of her breasts on the outside of the dress, she arched into him, pulling at his shirt wanting him to remove it and every layer which separated them. Somehow, blindly, she was led towards the beach, further near to the spiralling ocean.
The rain slanted the opposite way, leaving Rose free to see Jack, pulling his shirt untucked from his trousers and her hands tickled across the top of his buttons, in an unknown tease. Backing her further out, Jack continued to play with her, pinching at her erect nipples and applying just enough pressure to make her ache and not cry out in pain. Since the moment he had laid eyes on her before the sketch, he had wanted to feel her there so thoroughly, to test how she liked to be touched in places where no one but he had ever gone. Even now, she had taken others into her bed, that didn't matter—it never could.
''Jack, I've never—never been naked before another but you.'' Her strained voice, whispering against his sensitive ears was like torture. Pulling away, to crinkle his brow, he must have queried her with his eyes for she continued. ''Not even the others. That was only for you.''
''Don't think of that now.'' His eyes were lit with such flames of love that they almost set her on fire there and then.
Both of his palms came up, flat to her face. Slanting his head, he targeted her lips softly, taking them ever so slowly, carefully and yet they felt utterly bruised as though he had kissed her for an eternity. Oh, how she wished that he would. The slow caress of his lips was torturous and so alluring that though she tried to escape the grasp of him, he slowed his pace even more. Her hands went to his sides, sliding inside his open shirt, clasping at his skin and gliding down his wet torso. It was there, she found the raised scars of the war; old shrapnel wounds, and the skin rash which had remained since the mustard gas attack covering an area just down his left side. He was hard there, no longer a lithe boy without much to eat. A man had emerged and she explored the newfound feeling of a body like his beneath her unexperienced hands. Tufts of hair were spread about his chest, going down towards the top of his trousers and once she reached there, he stopped kissing her abruptly to pant and catch his breath.
Rose took her chance to move away and place a slight distance between them on the soggy sand. How was everything else suddenly disintegrating into nothing, leaving them as the only two souls within this absurd world in which they lived?
All naivety was left behind. As she twirled, moving her body like a Goddess under a moonless sky. She wanted to strip down bare, exposing everything and allow the rain to wash away all sins which she could have committed. To take away the nightmares of the past. To allow the black clouds to break away, to let the roof of the sky cave in and bring fractured sunlight slowly before revealing a full and beautiful beam of light which could be endless.
''Don't be afraid to stare,'' she called to him, breathless. The sodden sand beneath her stocking feet sank beneath her weight. Reaching to the hems of her dress, she snaked her hand up to the edge of her stocking before pulling it off in one swift move, before repeating with the other. Now, she was bare between her legs.
She wanted to be naked.
Truth be told, he couldn't help but watch, despite his own fear of exposing himself. How could he be seen beyond the scars which littered his entire body? Beneath the tremendous rain, she stood almost bare to his eyes. His own shirt was soaked through, clinging to his torso in a sordid way. A way which could have made even the most innocent of minds play away with them. Jack Dawson was no longer a boy, but a man; broader, leaner and exposed in a way which she had never seen before.
Worrying her teeth between her lips, suddenly, she was unable to stop herself from needing to feel herself against him once more. The mystery of him now was arousing her, wishing that she could touch every single inch of his torso. As the droplets of rain fell from his hair, down to his chest she came to him in a dizzy stumble, her feet digging into the sand.
Seeing him, this way, dazed and blinded by the sensual gaze upon her body now was feeding her infatuation. She could lose herself without redemption. This time, as his lips came down on hers it was frenzied, slanted to gain deeper entry. Their tongues sloshed together, sliding with the wetness of their faces and yet clammy from the nerves, the adrenaline and the intensity of been unable to hold each other in their arms for ten whole years.
No longer able to hold their own weight upon their feet, they crashed to the ground, rolling with the beach unable to move from their own passionate embrace. Teeth nipped at necks, clashing against the others as they claimed lips again. Jack's shirt was discarded with one fast attempt, and then Rose's fumbling hands found his trousers as with trembling fingers she found a way to help him to escape.
Within seconds, he was hard against her again but this time it felt as though it was throbbing. She gasped; the feeling wonderfully weird. Blinking through her curious haze, she noted how Jack's heart beat had accelerated and his pulse was rapid against her face where she nuzzled in his neck. Placing a single kiss there, across the main vein of his neck caused him to twitch. His hands moved as his body did, one hand at her waist and the other in her hair. Rose was straddling him; he was well and truly beneath her and all control seemed to be within her own hands. One didn't know what to do when faced like this and as she pulled back, slowly, preparing to see the eyes which pinned her to the spot so deeply and drowned within them; seduced by the lust and adoration. Sitting herself back slightly, Rose reached down, pulling at the hem of the dress which she wore, there was a slight hesitance there, lingering for a second or two as she caught his gaze and the curve of his smile. It played at Jack's lips beautifully; slowly he turned serious as he understood the reason of her fingers, leisurely trailing the dress upwards until it was over her head and discarded with his own clothes upon the sand. Rose was naked. Atop him.
Swallowing the nerves, Jack was deathly still as his eyes lowered, down to her chest to the curve of her breast and the perfect nipples which were hardened beneath his gaze. Beneath the cold air. The cool rain. Goosebumps appeared across her skin entirely. He flushed a deeper crimson as he went lower to her naval and then below it; the curls of hair which led down to the most intimate part of her which was cradled against his own. The stillness caused him to twitch and it was almost painful to stay that way.
Slowly, Rose traced her index finger down his chest, feeling how he moved beneath her touch as she went. Her eyes never left his, unwavering as she wanted him to know the adoration, she felt for him. At some point, she would kiss his entire body, to help eliminate any excess worry of his body.
The uncertainty of removing the final barrier of clothing had disappeared and as she sat, utterly exposed to a man who she had love her entire life; she felt the power of her womanhood in her own hands. His eyes lingering upon her threw the away the chill from the damned storm and it was replaced by the fiery blaze which coursed through her entire body. Jack's hands which held her at the waist, slowly went upwards, tickling as they went up to her side, to her arm and then atop her shoulders. Adjusting the way that he sat, Rose felt the boulder beneath her and she shifted forward, closer to him. His touch seemed to burn against her skin, the way it had all those years before.
''This, this feeling never has changed.'' Rose leant forward, cradling his erection between her thighs and relishing just how he felt against her. For her. As she was pressed to his torso, her nipples brushed against him and his head fell to the side as the sound of her voice tickling his ears.
''I never could have imagined all these years.''
''No, well I have.'' She told him, with such certainty. ''Ten years ago, I let you draw me, naked. The most erotic moment of my life, until you made love to me in the back seat of a car and that has been the most beautiful moment until right now.''
Jack ran a hand, steady down her shoulders, to the top of her breasts, where it swelled just as full and rounded as it had done the years before. Her waist was slightly narrowed. Her hips curved out just like they always had. He embraced the changes, appreciated the way a woman's body would be different after a length but as he inspected how a girl had morphed into a woman, it was mesmerising.
''I was too afraid then, to touch you, how I wanted to.''
''I didn't know how to touch you. You were the first...''
''I know that.''
Through the blinding flash of lightening, Jack held onto her body for dear life as she shuddered beneath the golden shine across the sky. It was hardly recognisable though as instead of reaching down how he wished to, to touch her there, between her thighs. Instead, Jack's hands came to cup her rear and with a palm on each cheek, her legs clamped around his waist as in one single movement, he was on his feet and carrying her forwards.
Oh, how she wished to scream with such delight of her naked body pressed, sliding against him in the wetness of the rain. Effortlessly, he took her to the edge of the water where beneath a grey sky his feet dipped into the surf without so much of a gasp of the coldness as it enveloped him.
''I wanted to take you to the surf.'' Jack licked her ear, as her head lulled beside his shoulder. ''In a warm California beach, under a beautiful moonlight sky.'' The velvety caress of his voice seemed to carry her into an endless abyss, where her nerves were on fire. ''Tonight, in this storm, all I see is the fuckin' war and all you see is the fuckin' flashes of the magnesium which haunt you so.'' She flinched. ''But I want that to end.''
Lethargically, Rose lifted her head from his shoulder, her hair a blanket about them as it stuck to her face, her belly...all over. Swollen lips turned up into a smile, and slowly, without warning, he kept moving forward until the water was up to his legs, without even so much of a flinch. How could he even move an inch when his entire life had been spent wishing for this moment when Rose would be this way with him. Stripped down, without care. Lights low enough for them to be exposed bare to the other.
When the splashes hit her legs, her back, her belly, Rose gasped but had no time to think as Jack's mouth was on hers in the most precious, claiming way. It was intoxicating how a man could kiss with such love and affection present there within the way he massaged her tongue and explored her in a way that before that night, he never had done.
Jack's back was broad, making it easier for her to cling, to clutch his shoulders and massage her fingernails into them, leaving lovers marks all the way across his chest and yet, he hadn't even started to make love to her—not yet.