I don't know if this would even follow on from the last few chapters or it's a standalone but this is just my snapshots of their life in Santa Monica thread and it's just a little M chapter to warm me up for writing more because I do feel as though I have slipped so much with it recently 😂 and who doesn't think them having sex on a beach would be very spicy, so, here we go, enjoy x I would probably say this would be summer 1912.

Beneath the darkened shelter of the pier above, it dawned on Rose Dawson what was about to happen. She felt it inside. Knew from the hazy glaze of the stark beautiful eyes which watched her simple cream and pale pink dress which had soaked through from the erratic summer showers.

It wasn't cold. In fact, she could feel the perspiration which lined her face. Feel how sticky she had grown within the nights humid air. Feel how limited air was at times to breathe but then, when he was stood beside her, now that they had finally stopped running for shelter and found it, beneath a place which she had only dreamt they could travel to, now, she almost stopped breathing.

Jack's shirt was completely soaked. It was pointless to even wear one. His suspenders hung loose about his trousers and as he swiped the hair from his face, his wedding ring catching a reflective glimmer from the moonlight. Her heart stopped as well. The sand beneath the pier was oddly dry in comparison to just a stones through exposed to the hammering rain. The tide was out but approaching inland and soon, their legs would be drenched in the water which they had longed to see.

Sweat lined Jack's 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 found work as a teacher's assistant. The woman who had stood inside a church just three months before and exchanged vows with the man before her. Exchanged and entwined.

Crossing the sand, feeling it sink beneath his determined feet, Jack roughly caught her hand and backed her against a wooden beam which supported the large pier above their heads 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. Felt the urgency which seemed to exist between them, just as it always did. Any initial hesitance of his desire for her had truly been discarded and now as their eyes found each other's eyes in the darkness, the passion within burnt brightly. 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. It was always like this, as though there was a race to erase any barriers between them that even a simple thing like clothing put up and gather together an intimacy which would never be matched. But now, it wasn't just the heightened feelings of this place; but also, the beauty of it all. In the vast sweeping of emotions which it had taken them on, enduring so many hardships to now just be in the single place they had both dreamt of. The Santa Monica Pier. The ultimate destination of their freedom.

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. Jack continued to play with her erect nipples and applying just enough pressure to make her ache and not cry out. 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 so she could discard his garment to the sand. Beneath her fingers, she found the rewards of his hard work; spending 12-to-16-hour days lugging boxes about for a merchant in town, then delivering the goods to buyers and carrying the empty boxes back. Hard work, but good pay. And so, a man had emerged, he was hard there, no longer a lithe boy without much to eat and so she explored the newfound feeling of a body like his beneath her once 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 world in which they lived?

Just catching a glimpse of him there, those once almost naïve cornflour eyes were glazed, clouded in such a state of desire that she felt herself flush just from the sight of him. Never, since that first night in the back of an automobile in the cargo hold of a ship, had he held any resolve. The fragility which had come from the erotic moment of exposing her naked self to him for the first time, combined with making love hours later, had been broken down. The survival of a sinking ship had broken them both beyond belief, but taking comfort in each other, in the touch of each other's hands, skin and heart, that very first night in New York City had begun the long healing process. Begun their search for freedom and that had started to come together now. Marrying Jack after just three weeks of knowing him. Starting a job in an unknown state. Making friends with unknown people of all walks of life. And then, this; the nights which she would spend in her husband's arms as he quickly had drained any remnants of Rose DeWitt Bukater away. Most of her had died with the Titanic but the crumbs were now in a shallow grave and Rose Dawson had emerged. A wife. An employee. A person without any need to shy away. A bright, confident woman and it showed within her vitality. The now 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. Completely bare.

Beneath the tremendous rain, she stood almost bare to his eyes. 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 his silence 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. How they had run for what felt like miles from the opposite side of the beach to find shelter. Her legs were like jelly.

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 of holding each other upon a beach. 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. Rose's fumbling hands found his trousers and with trembling fingers she found a way to help him to escape them completely along with any other garments in a rush.

Within seconds, he was hard against her again but this time it felt as though he was completely throbbing. She gasped; the feeling familiar and yet, entirely strange. 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.

''Do you recall when I first asked for you to take me to this pier?"

''Of course.''

''And did this idea occur whilst we had that discussion.''

The smile 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.

''No.'' His answer was quiet. His hands taking her own within his and applying a pressure that she was familiar with. The pier above them was almost forgotten.

''You said that we would ride horses on the beach, that we would drink beer and ride on the rollercoaster.''

''We have done all of that.'' Jack sighed as her hands came to place his fingers to her lips, kissing them as she usually did so tenderly.

''And we have slept beneath the stars here. Frolicked in the surf. Danced at the ballroom.''

''Yes.''

''And you married me.'' Rose whispered the last of it. Still, unable to believe that she was a married woman. Barely eighteen. Barely knowing the man who was her husband. Barely believing but forever trusting.

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 warm 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.

''I married you.''

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.

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 love you.''

Jack ran a hand, steady down her shoulders, to the top of her breasts, where it swelled full and rounded.

''I love you, too.''

In just three short months, he was inspecting how an innocent girl had morphed into a woman and it was mesmerising. The swell of heat swirled about them and for miles, the beach span with a thin line of sky above them in the distance and then a multitude of stars which most nights they would watch; sharing a cigarette and a bottle of wine or beer. Together, they had created something of an idyllic, artistic life for themselves which may not be to everyone's taste, but it was beyond perfect to them.

''When the rain goes...I want to make love to you in the surf.'' Jack's whisper tickled her ear, surging down towards her flickering belly. The wetness of her hair had straightened it, elongating each curl spanning almost to her hips and as she leant to press herself to him, she responded.

''What about until then?''

"Rose." Jack breathed her name. His skin felt too hot, his chest too constricted to allow him sufficient air. The feelings he had for her were too volatile to contain. She overwhelmed him. Surprised him. Seduced him with ridiculous ease. His breathing just seemed to stop for her.

She had been just as parched for the sight of him, withering with every day that passed. She steadied herself above him. The moment the flared crown notched against the clenching entrance of her, she began to tremble. He caught her hips in his hands, steadying her, but allowing her to set the pace with which she took him into her. Wanting to feel every inch of him, Rose lowered herself slowly, a soft keening cry accompanying the deliberate, relentless impalement. It was the first time in which she had straddled him; had control. There was something about the flair of his eyes, the way in which his breathing was completely ceasing and then, as she raised herself slowly and sank back down, it was a whole new meaning to her. Rose would be this way with him. Stripped down, without care. Exposed not just physically but emotionally, too.

It was then that the sounds of whooshing water caressed their entire world as within seconds, the surf seemed to creep, meeting their bodies with a rolling wave before soothing back out away from them. 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.

"Shh," Jack admonished, his eyes gleaming. He knew damned well what she was doing to him by setting this torturously slow pace. Her hips lifted, then fell again. Shallower this time, a short fierce dig.

"Jack . . ." She clenched tight around him, the tiny muscles rippling. She went to clutch his shoulders and massage her fingernails into them, leaving lovers marks all the way across his chest as she continued to move in a pace which only she had guessed how to. Never had she been one to take such liberties. Even with a growing confidence, been in control of lovemaking was a newfound bliss. His lips grazed her forehead but he still never removed his eyes from hers as he ground against her, teasing her with fleeting pressure, moving with her. Racing with her. Completely possessing her. This wasn't her first time but it was the rarest of times when one's soul could be seen through the window of their eyes and she was allowing him that peek with nothing more than an open heart. It was for him. It always was.

''You're astounding...wonderful...'' He caressed her with his voice, encouraging her onward when at times, her movements grew jerky or less applied with pressure. Rose shivered, her passions raging beyond all reason. She was insensate with lust, reduced to a primitive state in which only the quest for orgasm mattered.

Rose gently bit against his shoulder and he moved to somehow make her feel more. She met his gaze over his shoulder, seeing a fierce love and aching tenderness in the aqua depths that belied the coarseness of his speech. There were so many sides to the man she loved—some smooth as river rock and others rough as gravel; some innocently vulnerable and others wickedly depraved. She couldn't imagine living without any of them. Together they made up the whole that completed her. He rocked his hips, touching the end of her.

Perhaps it should be terrifying to ache the way that she did. To be in love so deeply. To be entirely enthralled by the look of one man. Instead, she was consumed. Wholly consumed.

''I can feel you trembling.'' She whispered.

''I am.''

There, they clung to each other, grasping and writhing, straining for the closeness they required and gained as ecstasy hit them in currents before the waves came to claim them, to wash away the stickiness and replace it with a cool, shimmering aftermath of bliss and love.