Hii! Me again! Please do not be fed up of me yet!

This is literally a probably three or four parter of shorter chapters just of their adventures in Santa Monica. Not meant to be anything other than a bit of fluff and a to make you smile hopefully!

Chapter one: Waves.

Wave after wave.

Brushing against the seams of her dress, soaking into the bottoms, creating a heavier, sodden skirt.

Laughter broke the whooshing. A man and woman; their happiness evident for the whole world to see. It was a break into the misty, gloomy and abysmal world of which they had both seemed to exist for many years.

Another wave crashed, this time soaking into his own trousers, unable to have darted out of the way in time for the lash against his legs.

Every blink was new to Rose Dawson and she dare not close her eyes for a second, for fear of missing something. Every so often, Jack would glance behind to watch her. She was beautiful, her hair billowing loosely in the warm breeze of the summer evening, the sky an array of pinks, blues and purples and then the sea which was growing closer to them, greeting them with its warm touch.

Jack stopped as they approached the tide. He bent down to remove his brown leather boots, as he quickly unlaced them, pulling them off along with his sodden socks to reveal the bare feet which he had exposed only to her at night after his bath. She watched him curiously as he rolled up his trousers to his shins. Dropping to the sand, her dress pooled about her with a swish, the bottoms already damp and after dropping her laced white shawl onto the soft sand before she removed her thin leather plimsolls which had already filled with sand. Truth was, she had never stepped foot on a beach before and all of this was new, inviting and incredibly exciting.

The crashing sound of the waves had become ingrained within her mind after Jack had once told her that he would take her to this place. At night, Rose would have lain awake almost hearing the sound which would drift her off to sleep. She found a peace within this place, with Jack that she never knew could ever exist. From the moment of setting foot on warmed sand, feeling the crumbling beneath her toes it had become intoxicating.

''Come on,'' Jack held out his hand to her. There was no hesitance in the hand she offered him, with entwined fingers he slowly approached the tide with her, the water lapped up in a small wave, hitting their feet and within seconds, Rose screamed, doubling herself over in giggles. Jack laughed loudly, his voice breaking the peaceful silence amongst them, along with her girlish scream. She had started back towards their shoes and the shawl which were laid out almost forgotten upon the soft sand.

''No!'' He ran toward her, his face burnt from the day spent in the sun, without a hat. ''That was one little splash.''

He caught her by the waist and began to gently pull her back, in a circle before she was within his arms. She giggled so hard that she fell to the ground and he on top of her. The sand was stuck to her dress, in her hair and all over Jack's shirt and trousers. He went to get up and pull her with him but she relented, pulling them both back down to the sand. Their laughs were echoing across the beach.

''It is too cold!'' Rose protested, as he got to his own feet, not bothering to brush the sticky sand from his clothing.

''Yes, only for a second,'' he shook his head at her childishness, ''you have just let it splash your dress.''

''Yes, but I felt that less.''

Jack placed his hands upon his hips like a stern teacher, his stance wide. The wet sand had caused his white shirt to appear transparent, clinging to his body and exposing him beneath.

''But you get used to it, I promise.''

Rose bit her lip, shaking her hair causing sand to fall out of her curls.

''You're a bad liar.''

He smirked. ''All right, if you don't get up then I will happily take you and dump you in that water.''

Rose moved to a sitting position. ''You wouldn't dare!''

He raised his eyebrows. ''All right.''

Rose squealed as he started his march toward her, but her own stubbornness refused her to back down now. In one scoop, Jack placed one hand on her back and the other on her shoulder as he took her into his arms, she squealed as he moved to the water, in long legged strides. She fought hard against him, her sandy hair flying about as she tried to push him back but he was too strong and she giggled through her protest.

''What did I say?''

''No!'' She shrieked further, her wet hair ticking her face as well as his.

''This is what you want, huh?''

His feet in the surf, he went into the waves, further until the water reached just above his shin.

''No! You would not dare.''

It was as though he was tickling her endlessly and everything on her body ached from laughing so much. Her belly was on fire, those little butterflies...

''I will do it!''

Rose moved the hair from her face. He saw how some of her make-up had rubbed off and how lovely she was, laughing so naturally. He adjusted his hand so that he held her beneath her legs and her back. He felt out of breath and it wasn't from laughing or holding onto her weight. The pure carelessness of their act; the way of which they seemed to become one thought and one mind as they played together beneath the setting sun was everything to her.

Jack's eyes beneath the sinking sun seemed to completely match the ocean but in comparison to the other, the waves were dull. She held his shoulders so tight having never been in someone's arms quite like this, so strong and yet she felt so weak. Her lips parted, she had to gasp for air as her blood thrummed in her veins. The experience of the passion between them was beautiful and she had forsaken everything-family, friends and an esteemed future to be with him. ''Don't let me go,'' she whispered. But she didn't mean into the ocean, she was sure she meant for him to never let her out of his grip.

''I won't.''

He searched her face for something to tell him that her feelings may even possibly reflect his. He saw her quick glance to his lips and then back to his eyes.

Slowly, he lowered her into the water and as her bare feet reached the cold, she didn't even gasp as she went, or as the water seeped up into her dress. Instinctively her arm wrapped around his neck to support herself as her feet sunk into the sand. She bit her lip; the new feeling was strange. His left arm was holding onto her waist still, but his right, he couldn't help but reach up to stroke her face. She seemed to flinch but it was beyond her own control.

This was a place, beyond all expectations. One which, perhaps through the devastation of the past week or two had become a place of sanctuary for them both. It had taken a few days aboard a rickety train; it had taken a lot of strength and tears and a conversation at length of what they had grown to mean to each other.

On the debris, in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, Rose had told him that she had loved him. Perhaps it had been a way of her saying goodbye, unsure of their fate, and he had believed that, too. It was clear, once they had arrived in New York; dishevelled, shivering and sharing a cot inside a charity provided hostel alongside hundreds of other survivors that this was more than a whirlwind infatuation. Yes, they were infatuated with the other, Rose was attracted to this life which he had described existed outside of her own, but now, she was certain that in their early courtship, she loved him now, more than she thought possible before.

He continued to stroke her face, upwards to her cheeks and then down to her lip. The lips which he had only kissed once or twice since that night.

''I love you.'' The words were laced with such a passion that Rose held in her breath, then suddenly felt dizzy from the lack of air about them. The air was humid, a fine sheen of sweat or water seemed to line his face, slicking back his hair and exposed his sapphire gaze wonderfully to her. Within those eyes, she found herself pinned to the spot; the same way a deer froze in a light.

''You do?''

She hadn't meant to wish for clarification. Did she need it, when Jack had saved her life and almost lost his own? Jack had led her to a place which kept her warm, safe and gave her food and a clean bed and then here, to the place which she had kept within her dreams since a sunset aboard Titanic in which they had decided to come here, to this very place and find peace.

''Yes.''

The water now seemed irrelevant. It wasn't so cold. It was warmer than Rose had ever felt, but the way it tickled about her legs felt as though she was floating about, clinging to his shoulders for support.

''I love you, too.'' The flames within his eyes widened with his gaze. ''I loved you when I said it then and now, I love you more.''

There, the truth was spoken. No one had ever loved him before, not like she did.

The heat of the day burned down onto Rose's pale skin, causing her to glow in a way which she never had before and her aching soul healed right there.

Hot lips fell onto hers, teeth clashed; moving and twisting in the most passionate way that his shirt was clutched within her fists and the urge to tear it there and then nipped at her, but that, both guessed, would come later. Beneath her dress, Jack tugged at the curve of her hip, the way her chest heaved as he held her, his hands roaming her in a way that one had never felt; in a way which should never be done in a public place.

Her hand landed at the flat of his chest, feeling the hammering of his heart within his chest. Breaking their kiss, Jack pressed his sweaty forehead against hers.

''Later,'' he whispered, against her lips.

Rose didn't know if it was a threat, or perhaps a promise.