Rose and Jack held the prepared basket of food in hand as they arrived at the apartment. Giggling, they couldn't keep their hands off of one another. They were the perfect picture of a newly wedded couple. All stress and anxiety were far far away at that moment.

"Wait right here," Jack grinned, pulling away from his bride so he could unlock the door. He took the basket of food and winked as he disappeared into the apartment.

"Jack?" Rose asked, confused. What was he up to? Why did he have her wait right here instead of allowing her to enter with him?

Jack answered that question as he returned, scooping her up into his arms. Rose squealed with laughter.

"Jack! What are you doing?! Put me down!"

Jack laughed and shook his head. "I'm carrying you over the threshold! It's a tradition."

Rose could only laugh as Jack carried her into the small apartment that they both called home. Carefully, he put her back on her feet and pulled her into a long passionate kiss. He smiled as he pulled away.

"Welcome home, Mrs. Dawson."

"I like the sound of that," Rose smiled, looking around the room with what felt like new eyes. In a way, it was with new eyes. She was no longer Rose Dewitt Bukater. She was Rose Dawson, Jack's wife. Her life was no longer dependent on mother or her mother's choice for her. It was now completely her own.

"Are you still hungry?" Jack moved over to the basket that he had sat on the bed. He sat down and began taking out the food items that Molly had packed. "It looks like Mrs. Brown had packed us enough food to last for days."

"Just call her Molly, Jack. All of her friends do," Rose smiled, walking over to the bed and then blushed when her stomach growled.

"Sounds like someone's hungry," Jack teased, patting the spot opposite him.

"I haven't eaten all day. Who knew that getting married worked up an appetite," Rose shrugged, unapologetically, loving how unladylike it was not to at least apologize. She normally would have, but this was her first day as Rose Dawson and something told her that Rose Dawson never apologized about anything. "So, now that we've gotten getting married out of the way, what do you want to do next?"

"I don't know. Anything you want to do, I guess. Maybe I can draw you. Something to take with me when I have to go back..."

Rose sighed as she took a bite of the ham sandwich Molly had prepared. She had almost forgotten that she only had Jack for a week. The thought of him leaving, it made her unbelievably sad. "That's right. You'll have to go back..."

Seeing her mood change, Jack took her hand, also sad at the thought, but not willing to let it ruin the time they had together. "But we still have what? Six more days together? Six days is a lot when you think about it, right? Let's enjoy it and not think about me leaving anymore. You said something earlier about making it count. That's what we should do."

"Alright. So, what do you want to do now? We've done what I wanted. Now it's your turn."

"Well...the idea of drawing you didn't sound bad. What do you say? Want to be my model?"

"Of course! But only when we're finished eating. I am famished," Rose giggled, taking another big bite of her sandwich.

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Thirty minutes later. Jack sat up straight in a straight back kitchen chair while Rose finished changing into a silk kimono that she had brought on her last birthday. She stepped out of the room to find Jack sharpening a stick of charcoal. She cleared her throat and smiled as his eyes widened at the sight of her.

"Hello, Jack. I want you to draw me wearing this," She opened the kimono and let it pool at her feet as she revealed her naked body to him. She almost laughed at how pink his cheeks grew.

Jack licked his lips, for the first time feeling nervous about his talent. Did he have the skill to capture this beautiful girl on paper in all her glory? He didn't think so, but he was going to try. "Okay...lay on the bed...on your side facing me."

Feeling nervous herself, Rose did as he directed. She too felt nervous. She had never posed nude for anyone before, and this was Jack! What if he thought she was hideous? What if he found her too vulgar? Or impossible to draw? Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to concentrate. It was too late for those doubts now. There was no choice but to go forward with this. Laying on her side, she placed one hand by her face and the other rested on a curvy hip. "How is this?"

"Perfect. Now keep your eyes on me, only on me," Jack directed, going into artist mode. Not even giving himself any more time to think, he began to draw, letting his eyes and hands take control as he went into the creative zone he always went into.

Rose watched him as he drew her, admiring him, from his shiny blond hair that was the softer than any silk fabric she had ever touched, to his pretty blue eyes that moved from her and back to the page, to his perfect hands that moved across the paper so effortlessly. He was the handsomest man on the planet to her, and he was hers, all hers and there was no one she wanted more.

Finally he was finished, smiling as he sighed his name with a Jack Dawson. "Alright, you can move now."

Rose was curious as she got back into a sitting position, not bothering to cover herself up. There was no point now. Jack had seen it all. "Can I see?"

"Sure," Jack got up to join her on the bed, handing her the finished drawing.

Rose stared in disbelief at the picture. This couldn't be right. The girl...no woman, in the picture was beyond beautiful. She could even see a spark of fire in the girl's expression. "Jack...this is wonderful, but...this can't be me. I'm nowhere near this beautiful."

Jack couldn't believe his ears. Did Rose honestly say that she wasn't as beautiful as he obviously saw her? Why would she think such a thing? Her mother had obviously done a job on her. "Rose, of course, that's you. Look in the mirror. You and this girl is one and the same. You really are this beautiful, trust me. You are the most beautiful girl in the world."

Touched, Rose leaned over and kissed Jack deeply, placing the picture on a nearby table as she scooted closer to him. Jack pulled away and stared into her eyes.

"Rose, you don't know how much I love you."

"I love you too. More than anything," She took his hands in hers, noting how perfectly they fit together. It was like his hands were made just for her. "Put your hands on me, Jack."

"Are you sure? Don't you want something more special than...this?"

"This is special, Jack. It's you. You're what makes this special. Please, I want you."

Nothing else was said as Jack kissed her again as Rose pressed his hands against her bare breast. The kiss continued as their passion and desire built and Jack's clothes were quickly discarded and they came together for the first time. Their hands explored each other's bodies as they soared into the stars in a state of euphoric bliss and came back down sated and satisfied.

Rose looked up into Jack's blue gaze and felt him tremble in her arms. "You're trembling," She breathed, feeling breathless at that moment.

"Don't worry. I'll be alright," Jack smiled once more before kissing her one more time before resting his head against her chest.

Rose clung to him for dear life, not ever wanting to let him go. She knew right then and there, she was going to love Jack Dawson for as long as she lived, maybe even longer than that.