I don't really have an intro for this. Just me, sharpening my teeth on the more passionate approach, ready for my new project ;)
Rated M later.
Lover.
There was a dazzling haze. Curling its way about a young woman's body for the very first time. It wasn't violent. Or crazy. But subtle. Slow. Creeping upwards across her body causing her once pale cheeks into an utter crimson. Her fingernails dug into his back. The feel of her own lover's fingertips digging into her flesh. The flesh which had been completely untouched until this very day. His mouth had claimed her own whilst soaring across the sky. His eyes saw her naked body bared for the first time. His hand had touched her breast for the very first time. He, completely captured her heart, reaching into her claiming her as his own.
His own lover.
A young woman wasn't supposed to know how to take a lover. Wasn't supposed to bare herself or her soul to another man but her husband after they were married. But now, as glassy emerald eyes locked with his ice blue; Rose found herself climbing that mountain even deeper. Found herself utterly complete from Jack's presence. From the way that he had changed her from a well-brought up girl, to a woman in mere days. There had not even been an ounce of hesitance as she had guided his hand towards her breast. No nerves. Nothing but the utter buzz of adrenaline and urgency of feeling his weight atop her.
''Jack,'' his name was like heaven upon her lips. She would sacrifice anything for him. And he felt just the way that she did in this moment. With him buried within her. Moving. Twisting. Feeling every damn emotion that neither had felt before. The two of them had become one. Their senses were clouded by each other. There were lips and hands and caresses and kisses-all the senses that drowned out the world around them. Momentarily, they forgot about the mighty Titanic on which they floated. The Renault disappeared from around them, as did the world.
Social status and worldly things were forgotten in this single moment, when time seemed to stand still and Jack and Rose were the only people in the universe. Everything either of them ever learned was forgotten, because this was the only thing that truly mattered. Rose opened her eyes, looking up into Jack's intent and feverish face. The sight was strangely arousing, and she arched her hips up to receive him at a different angle. It simply started to take her breath away. If she told him now how she felt, would he feel the same?
Desire was an emotion in which one could drown. It had been stirring since a night had been spent dancing, but now, it was at full steam, as though there was a strange peak. A precipice. One which she would willingly throw herself into just for him. To drown in the depths of his soul and he would for her. She could tell. Single looks exchanged between them both, as he was deep within the centre of her, coaxing out every piece of emotion which she had ever dreamt could exist. It was as though she had shown him the scars which others had left, and now, he was healing them with his own sort of magic. It was passionate; she guessed they called it making love for that. And, God, she couldn't lay still. There was such a need for him. To feel him. To bound herself to each and every scant inch. Her lips sucked, twisting at his, causing them to feel swollen. Her chest heaved beneath him, as she pressed herself into him, however she could. The feel of his bare skin above her own, that pure and simple thing was what had caused every part of her to come undone as he had first removed the barriers which had separated them. Teeth clashed, tongues licked and in a tortured spiral of gasps and moans, the edge suddenly felt closer to them both. The edge of some sort of glorious feeling.
His hips hammered into hers mercilessly, and she was helpless in his embrace, her core stretched and pleasured and on fire with the friction. He felt wide from this angle, a force of nature demanding her obedience. But this was not everything. He must give her everything. As though, come what may, this may be their only time in each other's arms.
"Jack," she panted, his eyes finding hers and they were just as tender, as glassy and soft as she imagined that hers were looking back at him.
He sighed sweetly, his breath clouding her face and it was intoxicating as he used sticky, warm fingertips to stroke across her cheeks and eyelids. It was the ultimate tenderness within just small pieces of his touch which accelerated the warmth which was radiating within her stomach, spreading like wildfire across the rest of her body and she writhed beneath him, trying to be closer. To feel everything about him.
Immediately one of the hands gripping her hips loosened and glided up her sides, the silk of her dress rustling as he passed, a counterpoint to the quiet slap of flesh, the heavy sawing of his breath. His hand tickled over her nape, curved over her jaw. His forefinger teased her lips with surprisingly tender hands. His hand left her mouth and travelled back to her hip, where it curled around her thigh, sifted past her skirts, and used his wet fingers to lay a stunning kiss against her fiercely swollen bud. The sensations were simply too much-too sharp, too intense. She bit at her swollen lips, her core gripping furiously, her nails pushing into the skin of his shoulders, her body demanding more. And he gave her more. But still, not enough. Arching her back, she reached beneath her to grasp his hand where it dug into her hip. At her bottom.
"Come closer," she rasped, her voice all but gone, so near something, she felt it gathering in her toes. He slowed his pace and, on the next thrust, held himself deep inside. It was almost too much. Jack's lips found her neck, his hips now thrusting in small, helpless movements. She cradled his head like she would a child, because he was just that precious to her.
"Rose," he groaned, his voice guttural and raw. His thrusts increased in power and pace once again, the sounds from his throat wordless pleas. But she would show no mercy.
''Say it will be more than this.'' Rose squeezed out, each word harder to say than the other, like a pressure, that felt painful and yet freeing.
And then, as if something had shattered inside Jack, he pulled her in tight, his arms hard and relentless across her waist and her breasts. His lips dragged from her shoulder to her cheek. He was like coming home after a harsh winter's trip. He was warm, hard and so inviting. Tears threatened to come but she pushed them back. This wasn't a moment to let her emotions become the front centre of it all. She was already floating down a stream of overwhelming feelings which threatened to not be contained for much longer.
Jack took her mouth with breath-stealing hunger, his tongue thrusting in blatant imitation of what was to come between them in the time to come. Moaning her relief and pleasure, Rose clung to his broad shoulders, her breasts held tight to his chest. The fire in the pit of her stomach was ignited once more and she was sure this time it would never burn out; not now or ever.
Jack's lips were just like they were before but this time filled with need, urgency and the utter love which she knew he felt for her. He was a passionate man; one who could have any woman he wanted but he desired her and she knew it just from their interactions. It was a private emotion which was between them both and it would never be matched by another being even if they tried. It was a sacred bond, not just of hearts but of minds, too. Of every single sensation which they had awakened within the other.
Rose could barely breathe, mindless with the need for him to love her the way her mind had always thought it could be. As she felt the closeness, the way that he was buried within her and still, trying so damned hard to fill every single space which had ever separated them.
What had started as utterly soft, beautiful and hesitance as the budding innocence of them both was evident, had turned into something which threatened to ignite their entire lives with a spark which had started a mere few days prior with a single look. A single look which had caused her to feel something there, right there, in the pit of her stomach. A strange interception of everything within her life, which had sliced straight through life the sharpest of knives and taken over every sense which she had. Now, there was the passion which had built and built before spewing out all over the other. It was a fire which was at the point of never being stoked out, the flames too high and powerful to ever burn out.
Never had they been so fully entwined with another. So completely aroused, fulfilled, and yet, completely aware of the other. It was difficult to breathe when gazing so deeply into the depths of another person. Her soul had reached out towards him, lodging herself into him as though she was a literal thorn in his side. One which would possibly never be removed.
She never wanted to be removed.
Never wanted to say any sort of goodbye.
This-feeling. This interaction with another man. With the one who she trusted more than anything in the world was proof that no words were needed to exchange when their life, emotions and dreams were all entwined.
With open eyes and a full heart, she watched him as he watched her. Curious. The movements between them keep in time with the rhythm of their beating hearts. They were almost dancing to the beat of something which they had created and she became a slave to the rythm of it. Over and over. The climactic feeling that had been standing at the gates rushed in upon her with tidal force making her claw at his arms as her hips writhed and ground back against his. Her hand flew from the sanctuary of his back, where her fingernails had imprinted themselves into his tanned flesh and involuntarily went towards the coolness of the windows where it slammed against it, leaving a handprint there; proof of her pleasure as she felt herself completely come unbound somehow as though she had been tied up for years. If she felt free before at the bow, then she did now. It seemed to go for a long period. Never ending. Those blue eyes gazed, ensuring that she was wrung through, fulfilled and completely submerged into the blissful aftermath before he retreated to her neck and within seconds, he followed her into the abyss, filling her with his seed, taking her heart and giving her his own.
Now, she knew how it felt to have a lover. And she was in love. Truly.
In the glorious wake of such a powerful, strong encounter, Rose could only lie completely still, entwined, still as one with Jack Dawson. His heart beating erratically against hers. His breathlessness as hectic as hers. Both were clammy with sweat and as the rush ended, leaving a calm awareness of the other, Jack slowly moved to face her. To plant a single kiss upon her lips. She was no longer a virgin. She was no longer watching through innocent eyes. Jack had made Rose a woman; finally. No amount of time spent with Cal could have prepared her for the earth-shattering pleasure from Jack.
A moment later, her hand slid down from the window, resting with the other one on the back of his neck. It was cool against his skin. They held each other like that for some time, to try to gain their bearings and adjust to the beauty of the moment.
"You're trembling," Rose wiped the traces of sweat from his face.
"I'll be alright," he assured her breathlessly, his voice trembling. He leant forward to kiss her sweetly, just once as he continued to catch his own breath. Silently, Jack turned his head, resting it gently against the softness of her breast.
She shuddered, relaxing back against the sticky leather seat of the Daimler and closed her eyes for just a moment, allowing Jack's weight to rest atop her.
The beauty of those idyllic moments would be what she carried with her for the rest of her life.
