Hi, so here is another chapter, I hope that you enjoy this as we are now HALFWAY THROUGH! this story. We now move more into the action part that comes with the sinking of the Titanic.

This chapter does contain some discussion of sex between Tommy and Isabella, I have tried to keep it true to the ratings but please keep that in mind if that is something that you wish to avoid.

Disclaimer-Nothing here is mine just the character of Isabella.

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Some Kind Of Tomorrow.

Chapter 10-Stories, Secrets, Half Truths And Lies.

Isabella and Tommy share a rapidly developing moment in her cabin before they make an escape from Bruce Ismay. Meanwhile unbeknownst to them something terrible and tragic happens. Some potentially M Rated moments in this chapter.

He thought he was dreaming all of this.

She managed to sneak him up to a floor that led to a carpeted floor with smooth white walls where the first class passengers stayed. It was deserted, anyone young enough was already in bed and anyone older than the young children in first class was either listening to the music or in the poker room she told him, her Uncle included.

It was remarkable to see the change in her.

The ghost of the girl that he had seen on the ship the other night when she had told him that they could not be together because she was afraid was gone, she seemed liberated almost, something in the last twenty four hours had changed her and she opened a door to the right and then opened the door.

"Jesus Christ"

All thoughts of her went out of the window when he saw the room.

"You could fit the whole of my cabin in your wardrobe alone"

"Do not exaggerate" she said turning and locking the door.

"Is your Uncle going to break that down?" he asked. He did not want to sour such a mood by mentioning such a man but she shook her head.

"We came to an understanding my Uncle and I. He thinks I am resigned to my fate, he does not know that I am choosing it instead"

"I don't understand."

She sat on the bed and he followed.

"I have to tell you something Tommy. I want to be honest with you, I want to be honest with each other so I am going to tell you a story I did not know about until this morning. The story of how I came to be"

He stared at her nonplussed and then she launched into the story of her mother and father.

By the time she was done Tommy was watching her with wide eyes.

"Jesus what a bastard" he said truthfully. He thought that the pain that her father must have gone through trying desperately to be with his wife and child and denied at every turn because one man was rich and he had not been and thought that Bruce Ismay deserved to rot at the bottom of the ocean.

Isabella said nothing for a second and then…

"Does it change anything for you?"

"Does what?"

"This….me?"

"Why the hell would it change anything. In fact it's quite nice. Brings us back to a level where we might be considered in the eyes of the toffs equal"

She cracked a laugh at that, a real one and Tommy felt his heart swell a little with love for her. He wanted to touch her, in fact he ached to touch her but he thought that once he did that he wouldn't be able to stop and here in her bedroom so close to her he could smell the dark rose and musk perfume on her he thought that that was an exceptionally bad idea.

"So what do we do now?" she asked biting her lip and though it was a stupid thing to do Tommy reached out with the pad of his thumb and released it from her teeth.

"Anything, everything. Whatever you want"

"Well…you're the one in first class, what do you want to do?"

He looked around the huge room (seriously the room was huge) and then he saw the bath. In his own quarters he washed with a ragged cloth that was used with three other men and though he always tried to be quick and clean he knew that he had not the luxury of time and hot water in steerage came but came quite infrequently. A hot soak was something he had not had in a long time.

Isabella caught his gaze.

"You wish for a bath?"

"Yes" he said truthfully and then knowing the words would probably cause her to throw him from the room he asked.

"Would you join me?"

She raised one delicate eyebrow and he thought that he was right. He had shocked her.

The thought of shocking, genuinely shocking Isabella Ismay made him gurgle with laughter that he had to battle to keep down within him least she actually did throw him out of the room. He had her now, her love and her being and he was not going to squander such a precious thing.

"You wish for me to join you?"

"Only if you want to. I don't know how this works—" he said genuinely. "I have never loved anyone like I have loved you. I genuinely don't know what comes next if you want to take step forwards of if you want me to take a step backwards then I will. But I want you desperately. I aint fine worded or what not about it"

She watched him for a second.

"Alright then"

She went to the bath and began to run the water coming back as she kicked her shoes and stockings off showing her legs clear to her knees with little shame. Christ she was stunning.

She stood up and her hands found his waist and she pulled up his shirt. He shucked off his suspenders and unbuttoned his trousers as she ran her hands lightly down his chest and then she turned so he could try and undo those gold laces.

"Jesus" he hissed as he finally got them open. "Next time wear something a bit easier woman"

She laughed lowly pulling her hair loose and he buried his face into those dark strands feeling utterly starved for her.

She managed to shuck herself out of her dress and then as if she was doing it before common sense could kick in (he understood, he really did) she turned so that he could unlace her corset. He did with fumbling fingers though he did not know why. He was standing there naked as the day he was born and then suddenly so was she. It was not the first time he had seen a woman naked. It was not the first time that he had even fucked a woman (though he would not be fucking her merely bathing with her) but here he was as nervous as a boy who had not even seen a pare of tits before.

She was stunning. He had known it the second he had clasped eyes on her and he knew (without her even saying it) that he was the first to gaze upon her like this. Raw and naked and so beautifully vulnerable.

Had it not been for the bath running and Isabella's haste to stop the water from running over the brim of her bathtub he thought he might have taken her right there and then with that look on her face smouldering of desire between the two of them.

"Come on" she said softly and then she was leading him to the bathtub and he was stepping into hot water curling his legs around her so that they were intertwined together.

"Tommy" she said into his shoulder. "What do we do now?"

"If you mean—"

"I mean what happens between this day and the days until we disembark?"

"Yes"

He wanted to ask her if she meant what she said—about disembarking with him but she was here, she was naked in his arms and he tightened his grip around her shoulder so that his fingers were just brushing the top of her breast. She leaned backwards against the hard muscles of his chest and closed her eyes.

"I guess I can keep sneaking you up here—and then when the ship disembarks we slip away"

"Your uncle will not like that"

"No he won't and we will have to sneak somewhere he will not look"

"I know people in New York who will hide us until the danger passes, and then we can get out of the city"

She nodded closing her eyes once more.

"If he finds out…"

"He won't no man comes between me and mine"

"He did it once before—"

"Different time" he said with a confidence that he could not claim to truly feel.

"Not—"

"No" he said pressing a kiss to her still dry hair. "We aren't going to think about that right now. Right now we are going to spend this time together. I hope this night never ends you know"

"Yes?"

"Yes" he said kissing her and then as she tilted her head up he kissed her on the mouth their tongues moulding together.

Somehow they got out of the bath, drained the water (he couldn't help but watch it go down this was a ship and watching the water piped hot and fresh disappear down the drain was something that he had never expected to see even in 1912) and she used one of the fluffy towels to pat him dry. Suddenly it was just the two of them standing there and he was aware that there was a bed and she was naked and it was too fast and to hot and he was so in love and it was all just so perfect.

It was heady and utterly confusing and he had no idea what he was doing but she seemed to know. Somewhere between the last time he had seen her and this time she had gripped onto that wonderful courage he knew she had and she was not letting go.

And he had meant what he said he thought wildly as she led him to the bed. He had meant what he had said when he had told her that no man would come between her and him. Not even Bruce Ismay.

Of course there had been a man once who had said the same thing. But Tommy thought as he kissed her again, that he had a plan.

His final thought as he let the desire overwhelm him was that the Titanic beds in first class were really a lot, lot softer than those in steerage.

She did not know what it was at first. It jolted her awake and she paused her eyelids fluttering against the urgent desire to go back to sleep. She was warm here, it was dark and comforting and yet something had jerked her awake and she could not understand what was different. Other than her of course.

She had changed. In the course of one night her life had changed forever.

She had given Tommy everything.

Everything.

Even now she was curled up naked against him a wonderful ache between her legs as he slept curled around her as if even in his dreams he was trying to protect her. He wanted to protect her, he needed to protect her.

She had never known that the whole act could be like that too. She had been raised in the total ignorance that had come with her station. Girls were not supposed to know anything before their marriage. Even what little she had gleamed from small conversations between maids and married woman had been little. All in all she had come to the conclusion that sex was to make children and the woman was to lay there and just wait for it to be over.

She had never known that it could be like that. Full of passion and full of desire and the need to keep chasing that touch so that you could have more, more, more.

And she wanted more.

She needed more.

She was desperate for more of him.

Tommy.

Christ she was aching for his touch again.

But as she lay there resisting the urge to giggle with her own bravery she realised what was different.

Since they had set sail from Southampton there had been a constant hum of the engines. It had never been annoying, it had been quiet enough but she realised that now it had stopped and the quiet was as unnerving as the shudder that had seemed to rocket through the ship had been.

She sat up body aching and shook Tommy awake. He opened both eyes instantly.

"What?"

"Do you hear it?"

"Love unless your Uncle's about to break down this door—"

"No the engines have stopped"

Tommy propped himself up on one elbow.

"Huh. So it has."

"Why?"

"Don't know. But if there's something kicking off I don't want to be found in your room when it does"

He kissed her and stood up flicking a light on.

"You got a place to be?"

"I don't know…I kinda feel like seeing how Jack and that red head got on"

She laughed. It was amazingly easy how she could do that now.

"Alright. Give me a second to get dressed."

"And something easy for me to get you out of this time"

She laughed but reached for her blue dress. It was a deep royal blue and it tied at the waist and she reached for her boots. She took a jacket because it was cold and she reached for her purse. In it she put some cash, her mother's book and the perfume she always wore. She could laugh at the things that in this moment she chose to care about.

She was still wearing her mother's ring and earrings.

Isabella did not know how to tell Tommy that she was not coming back to this room. That she was getting off this ship with him and not looking back. She did not want to see the warm crumpled sheets instead as he found his boots and his hat she reached for her paper and pen and thought about what she had to say to the one man in her life who needed to know that the power that he had over her was gone.

Instead she told him the truth.

Uncle.

I am more like my mother than you realised.

Isabella.

Weather he understood truly the ramifications of this she didn't know. She had one day on this ship left and then she was done.

"Come on" she said holding out her hand and Tommy took it. She shut the door behind her leaving her clothes, her jewels and her life as Isabella Ismay behind.

She was smiling. She had no regrets.

Her mother she thought beaming, would heartily approve.

And there you go. I hope you enjoy the next chapter.

Next Chapter-Isabella and Tommy spend time together completely unaware of the danger that is occurring below decks. In doing so they met up with some old friends.