I said I wouldn't write anything new in a while because I felt completely uninspired, then, suddenly something hit me after watching the Flying Scene again, randomly.

So, I am back, due to unforeseen inspiration. Tell me if you're sick of me!

For The Very First Time

In in uncharted sea, with a salty breeze tickling its way about her face, her body and inhaling into her lungs, Rose felt that something new had begun.

It took control over her body and mind, like a break in the clouds and the first rays of sun. There was a sweetness to him, the one who's blue eyes had stolen her breath so many times since meeting, just two days before. Many facets of a man had been unveiled to her; faces which she never even knew existed. Layers peeled away. Indescribable feelings had penetrated her, lingered with her even long after sleep had come to claim her; finally, after ever long thoughts were slowly seeping beneath her skin. It was as though, there had never been another man before him not even the one she was engaged to be married to. Jack was an entity. It was mysterious, but incredibly real. Incredibly so.

Through an unopened door, he had reached out to her, breaking down barriers which had been firmly put in place. Though fear had kept her in place, caused her to tremble with such nerves as Jack Dawson had revealed that beneath the exteriors, beneath the artist; the man who lived life so unapologetically bohemian and free, was also a man who was tender. A man who had grown to harbour feelings for a woman who was far above his own station. Even though, he had known his stance in life, between them both, Jack had removed the boundaries between them and Rose had allowed him to, freely. Openly. Wanting to close societal gaps and be a flying bird with him, for one night only, and she had danced within his arms after taking leave from the stuffy world in which she existed. But, she had found, that even though Jack was only sampling her world; dining with her crowd, she had much preferred the table with his presence there. To just look up and see his actually beautiful face watching her in return. Seeing him attired handsomely had stolen her breath away, mostly, because once his hair was away from his face, she could see every wonderful angle. Every way in which his eyes twinkled. How his features had softened upon seeing her, descent the staircase and she had felt her own stomach do things which it never had; a peculiar mixture of nerves and sickness. Of pleasure and pulling. A longing had started then…

He had then kissed her hand. For the very first time. His lips against her white glove. His eyes, never leaving hers as he bent low to press tenderly to her knuckles. After dinner, he had repeated it; this time, with his bare lips to her bare skin and he had also left a note; Make it count. Meet me at the clock.

To be pressed to closed to a man, who's scent was like a new drug, in an intimate dance was wonderfully new. That was when something happened that words could never define. His hands holding hers, his fingers at the base of her spine, his eyes so directly watching hers and then, moving fast or slow, to the beat of a song; flattened together and sacrificing herself to follow the rhythm of his body in a moulding way. Tasting the various elements of freedom, a small part which could belong to her had been both enlightening and painful because leaving the world, Rose had known that she could never return to it.

The realisation of such came to her like a thunderbolt; entering the world in which he existed, whilst it had scared her, was also exhilarating because her world was so damned predictable and so, when Jack had asked her that one question after seeing a shooting star: What would you wish for? Rose's response had been the most truthful answer which she had ever given. Something that I cannot have.

Even after warnings from her mother and Cal to never see Jack again, Rose had felt submerged in an infatuation which had crawled into the very depths of her veins. She felt lethargic, suppressed and unresponsive. As though, life, without even a small part of Jack presence was as though the sun hadn't set in a thousand years.

But then, he had done the unthinkable. Declared her the most amazing, astounding and wonderful girl that he had ever known...

Offered her a hand out of her world. Even though Rose had to be the one to make the move, he would assist. He was involved. He cared about her. He loved the fire within her. The passion which she had discovered existed purely by coincidence of meeting him. With his hand at her bare cheek, and watery lined eyes, Rose had felt his breath right upon her lips. Felt his signs. Heard his heart pounding, But with fear inside, she had left him there, with an instruction to leave her alone. She had lied about loving Cal. She had left him with the impression that his feelings were unrequited.

Cal had once asked Rose to open her heart to him, but there was a barrier, one which she had built and never truly intended to remove. With Jack, she had allowed him to open her heart without even truly knowing and now, it was raw and slowly bleeding because she had turned him away. A chance. An opportunity. Perhaps it would have been a great friendship, or a love affair aboard a ship or the greatest love which a person could ever know, but taking that chance had led her to the bow of the ship where he had truly stolen her breathe away.

Soaring hundreds of feet above the ocean, with only his hands at her waist to keep her steady, Rose had trusted Jack with her entire life. Not only had he shown her the freedom, truly, but within his eyes, were the gentle emotions which reflected her own. The deep affection between them had not only startled her, but now was difficult to keep reined or contained. As he moved closer to her, to her lips, his eyes focused so sharply on her own, Rose could only allow him to taste her and to succumb to what she did feel, because then, he kissed her mouth. For the very first time.

It was intimate. Hesitant. Gentle. Loving. And, yet, she felt the greatest passion in how he entwined their fingers and pulled her to him as though his own life depended upon her. When her lips moved, there needn't be a thought to it. Natural, graceful and fluid; it came to her like a second nature and as though she had been born to slide her mouth with his, slanting and moving to gain better access to each other. It didn't matter that she would run out of oxygen soon. Didn't matter that her knees felt truly weak and her only sense of reality was his hand gripping hers, and then her own fingers threaded into his wind knotted hair, feeling the silkiness in yet another first.

The endless ocean disappeared into nothing as it floated beneath them; two figures descending onwards at the bow of the greatest ship ever built and yet, nothing else existed but the other. Nothing else mattered.

Taking Jack to her world, to the room in which she called home whilst aboard the ship had been a risky move, but something had inspired her and tripped every sense which he had awakened and now, Rose had wished to feel truly exhilarated. To shed her former self in the truest way. After allowing him to examine the Heart of the Ocean; the object which had sealed her fate with Cal, Rose had proposed a request.

I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. Wearing this.

All right.

Wearing only this.

His eyes might have searched hers to determine whether or not there was sincerity. And, there was. With naivety and childhood left behind, Rose had shed the last layers of her former self and revealed another woman. One who had removed her engagement ring. Who had been deprived of the goodness of mankind. Now, she was about to uncover the truth from the lies, by stripping down with lights low and bare in front of a man. For the very first time.

It felt erotic. Witnessing his reaction had caused her heart to scatter about harder than when she had first revealed herself to him. She had felt the goosebumps across her breasts. Felt his his eyes burned when they lingered about the most intimate parts of her and then, finding her gaze, she had shuddered. It felt erotic to him, too. She sensed the change in him. The nerves. The hesitance. But, the raw moment left her with nothing but a smile upon her face at his blush, at his stumble upon words.

Perhaps, this was her fall from grace. Baring herself entirely to a man she had known a mere few days, but not only was she aware of her own riveted gaze to him and how that felt but also, how emotionally involved he was with her, as well. Despite his artistry taking over as he sketched her, there were parts when Jack was truly bare as well. Stripped back and nerves. Aroused, maybe.

Now, though, there was nothing to hide behind. Not even when she had dressed, as he had kissed her again; this time playfully. Even playful as they had dashed through the ship to escape Cal's valet, and crashed into kitchen porters, stumbled down stairs and corridors and wound up in the boiler rooms. Their demeanour had changed; they were so alive. So young, reckless and carefree. For the very first time. Rose had laughed, loudly, and upon hearing her own giggle penetrate the air, it wasn't silenced but welcomed and Jack had watched, almost in awe.

It had lingered though, running through the black hellish room which housed the ravenous boilers and the thunderous sounds of the work, that they were two small people, just running about an area which they weren't permitted to be in. Running, Freely.

Jack had caught her hand, to pull her back into a darkened alley between the boiler rooms and there, within his eyes, she had found a fire greater than anything which she had ever seen. Nerves flitted about. This time, his grasp on her had been firmer. His mouth found hers in the dim light and she clung to him for heaven and earth as his tongue touched her own. For the very first time. That strange and intoxicating concoction of been hot and yet very cold was overwhelming. The great backdrop of the world melted away again and she could only respond how her body wished to and soon, the passion seemed to exude from them both and Rose clung to him, as lips moved from her own, down to her neck and threads of fire moved down her spine causing her to almost collapse until they had found some strength to move forward to the coolness of the cargo hold.

How was it possible to flit between such amore to playful as almost feeling a need to calm the passionate spirits. The game though, of an upper class lady and her chauffeur had disappeared, as soon as he had asked where she wished for him to take her.

To the stars...

It could have been a reference to the shooting star they had witnessed the night before. It could have been because he had already shown her how to soar across the ocean, but, all she knew was that his kiss had incited something within her as a woman. No doubt, there would have been other women who had succumbed to his beautiful charms, although, Rose sensed that he had never been so emotionally involved with another before.

In the backseat, as she had tenderly kissed his fingers, to appreciate just how talented he truly was, Rose had felt his hammering heart against her arm and her stomach soared in response.

It was inevitable then, what would happen and it would remove all the last remaining barriers, if any existed between them any more.

Are you nervous?

No.

But she was. It wasn't a lie of omission. It wasn't even a lie. Because her nerves didn't stem from giving herself to him but from how she would fall desperately in love with him over the course of the tender moments which would unfold.

He was nervous, she could tell.

Put your hands on me, Jack.

And, he did. For the very first time.

His touch was gentle, as he had explored her breasts and Rose had encountered sensations one never had before. The feeling of a man, completely bare, skin to skin against her own flesh was wonderful. The beating of two hearts pressed together and hammering as with curious eyes, they found a way to joined in body and soul and those budding feelings seem to bloom along with Rose's womanhood as Jack made love to her. For the very first time.

His weight upon her, between her thighs, moving with her and entwining limbs, although new, were welcomed as she pulled him into her, any way in which she could, to gain access to him and his soul. His eyes had barely left hers, not even when he had broken through that barrier of her virginity. Even when she had flinched with pain. Even when he had struggled to push against her and it was that, which had given her the strength to continue. Hands explored, and tongues touched as when she had started to squirm, in a strange building of an eruption, Rose's palm had flown to the cool rear window as she had an orgasm. For the very first time. Overwhelmed, exhausted and exhilarated. But it was Jack's shudders, his wracking and heaving body as he, too, experienced the same dizzying heights which she had just, which made her eyes lined with tears. She had felt how powerful it felt for him, as well as her. With the life truly drained out of them, Rose could only watch him with the same awe as he did her, at the pure wonder of how they could make each other feel.

He was trembling. So was she.

With a final tender kiss, Jack had laid his head on her heart, feeling how it hammered beneath his ears. Tangled with him, unable to move or comprehend anything past the moment and what had just happened, Rose could only close her eyes and gain the bearings which she had lost, but it was beyond momentarily. It was forever. That was the time that she realised how it felt to be in love. For the very first time.