A/N HEY-O THIS IS THE LAST TIME TITANIC'S EVER GONNA SEE DAYLIGHT...so enjoy it while y'all can...xXxXx
April 14, 1912
Cassidy woke groggily, yawning. She couldn't seem to know where she was. She peeked one eye open and saw Tommy's chest rising and falling next to hers. She smiled, remembering last night. She wondered what time it was...she had gotten a very restful sleep after joining Tommy in his bed. She hoped he wouldn't be mad at her...only one way to find out.
Cassidy leaned over the sleeping Irishman, poking him in the chest. He continued to snore. She ran her fingers lightly over his unshaved face. He snorted a little, and rolled over, throwing an arm over Cassidy. She giggled softly as she fell back against the bed under the power of his arm.
Time to take more extreme measures, Cassidy thought to herself. Carefully peeling Tommy's arm off of her, she climbed back over Tommy and pressed her lips to his neck. She began kissing up his jaw, tracing it all the way to his ear.
Tommy was restless now, moving his head a little. Cassidy grinned and made her way down from his ear towards his mouth. Once she made it there, Tommy's eyes shot open. He assessed the situation briefly and responded with enthusiasm.
Cassidy gasped as she felt him respond, and started running her hands through his curly hair. She could feel a wave of desire wash over her, and she knew if they didn't stop soon, she wouldn't be able to stop.
Fortunately, Tommy pulled away, smiling, seeming to be thinking along the same lines.
"Lass, as much as I would love to continue," Tommy whispered huskily, and Cassidy shivered. "I don't think that would be wise at this moment."
Cassidy flushed. Tommy glanced at the sheets tangled around her.
"So...did you just come over here to wake me up...or..."
Cassidy stared down at the sheets. "No...I...uh, came over here after you fell asleep..."
Tommy smiled at her. "So that's why I had such a good night of sleep!"
"Shut up," Cassidy said, shoving him playfully. He just continued to smile blissfully. Suddenly he glanced sideways at her.
"But you know...if you wanted to...sleep with me...you could just ask..." he said mischievously.
Cassidy's eyes widened, her face flaming. But she couldn't deny the building intensity between them after Tommy said that, or the ache for him to be closer to her. She locked gazes with him, and even though they had met days before, Cassidy couldn't imagine her life without him.
She quickly glanced at the floor before her heartbeat decided to fly away.
"Um..." was all she could make out. Tommy smirked at her, though she could tell he was feeling something as well. She was suddenly very aware of the fact that her nightgown was very open at the top, showing off a decent amout of skin.
She saw Tommy glance at her neck, then continue to stare into her eyes. She looked down at his lips, which were soft and full.
"Tommy," she began.
"Cassidy."
They got no farther than this, for Cassidy lunged onto Tommy and covered his mouth with hers. He dragged her down on top of him onto the bed. She pressed her hips to his torso, and he groaned.
"Cassidy...we can't..." he managed to get out.
Cassidy silenced him by pulling him closer with her hands entwined in his hair. She could tell he didn't have the strength to resist anymore. He needed this as much as she did. Cassidy wrapped her legs around Tommy's hips and he groaned again.
Just as Tommy began to pull her closer to him, there was a knock on the door. Cassidy jumped back off of Tommy, horrified. Tommy got up quickly, flying into motion. He motioned for her to get into the bed she slept in last night.
"Pretend you're asleep," he whispered. She nodded, doing what he asked. As Tommy threw on a vest, she climbed into her bed, closed her eys, and wondered if her heart was beating more because of the knock on the door, or what had almost just happened.
Tommy opened the door slowly.
"Tommy, lad, what's the hold up?" Cassidy heard a voice say. She recognized it as Tommy's friend Kristoffer.
She peeked an eye open to see Tommy rub the back of his neck.
"I was still sleeping," he lied.
"Ah, true enough," Kristoffer said. "Can I take the rest of my stuff now?"
"You're moving out for good?" Tommy asked, leaning against the door.
"Yeah, room 716, right down the hall."
"And Finnigan?"
"Same number. There were only two lads in there, and they don't snore like they're tryin' ta break a sound barrier or somethin'."
"Ah, well. Maybe I just wanted some peace and quiet."
"Right. Quiet," Kristoffer snorted. "Tommy, lad, step aside now. I want my stuff."
"Alright, if ya really wanted it back...I mighta taken a thing or two..."
Kristoffer shoved past Tommy into the room. Cassidy could hear him throwing his clothes and possessions into a sack. She prayed he wouldn't notice her.
Thankfully, he didn't seem to. Soon, the sound of fabric falling inside the sack died down.
"Ya liar, ya didn't touch nothin'!" Kristoffer said.
"It was funny to watch ye, though," Tommy said, and Cassidy could just imagine him shrugging. "Now get out."
"That was brusque, lad," Kristoffer said.
"And ye stole three hours of sleep off me," Tommy said.
"Ah, sleep. Ya didn't seem to care about that last night at the party last night with your lady friend. How late did ya stay up with her after the party, eh?"
Cassidy's eyes flew open. Fortunately, Kristoffer was facing the other direction, looking at Tommy.
"What do ye mean?" Tommy asked, his jaw visibly clenching.
"Oh, you know what I mean, Tommy lad. Ya obviously have a thing going, like I said back a few days ago."
"Even if I did, it would be none of yer business, now, would it?" Tommy said furiously. Kristoffer just laughed.
"It's true, then! And to think, the other day she was all, 'I just want my stuff, Tommy is immature and annoying' and now-"
"Kristoff, enough!" Tommy glared at him. "And get out of my bloody room!"
Cassidy was seeing red as well. She wanted to get up and punch the idiot, but she figured that would make things worse.
"Ya go through girls fast, don't you?" Kristoffer continued. What?
"Kristoff. Out," Tommy was shaking with anger, but beneath that, Cassidy could hear worry in his tone. What was this about?
"Remember Brooke? Was she just a one night stand, or did ya keep her around for a few nights?" Kristoffer chortled.
"Enough!" Tommy finally reached his limit. He punched Kristoffer in the nose and Cassidy heard a faint crack. Kristoffer stumbled.
"The hell...?" he glared up at Tommy.
"There's more where that came from. Get. Out," Tommy spat.
"There's somethin' bloody wrong with you," Kristoffer said walking out of the room. "It was a joke!"
"It wasn't funny!" Tommy yelled after him, and slammed the door. Cassidy sat up quickly. Tommy was standing still, with his head against the door.
"Tommy?" Cassidy asked, slowly getting up off the bed. She walked across the room over to him. He was shaking slightly. "Are you...alright?"
He glanced back at her. "I'm so sorry, lass."
To Cassidy's great surprise, he pulled her into a hug. She awkwardly patted him on the back.
"Tommy...?"
He pulled apart from her. "I'm sorry lass, I shoulda told ye about Brooke...I just didn't want ye to know about her...I thought it would ruin our relationship...and I would definitely understand if ye wanted to leave–"
"Woah, woah, woah, hang on, leave?" Cassidy asked. "Why?"
"Because...because I lied to ye. I never mentioned her..."
"Well, I never asked," Cassidy responded. She knew that whoever this Brooke was, Tommy seemed to be over her. Why else would they have gotten this involved?
"Ye...ye aren't mad?" Tommy asked, staring her in the eyes.
"Mad? No. Deathly curious about who this person is? Yes," Cassidy told him.
Tommy sighed.
"I met her last year in Ireland...she was a friend of my sister's. We...became aquainted, but we were just friends, I swear it on me life." He leaned against the wall with a tortured expression. Cassidy motioned for him to continue.
"But then...one night in the bar...I was really drunk. Brooke came up to me and...she started...well..." Cassidy could tell it was hard for him to go on.
"Thankfully, I came to me senses before anything happened, but still," he slumped to the floor, face in his hands. "I am a horrible person."
"Tommy, don't say that," Cassidy told him, sitting next to him. "I don't think of you any less than I did a minute ago."
"Really?" Tommy gave her a sideways glance. "Ye aren't jealous? Ye don't feel betrayed?"
"Betrayed? Of course not. Jealous...well I would be lying if I said I didn't feel a little jealous...but she's in the past. We should just enjoy the time we have now."
"Eh...I guess ye're right. I should quit my moping." Tommy sat up and leaned over to Cassidy. "Ye look beautiful today, ye know tha'?"
"Yeah, yeah," Cassidy said, blushing. "You do too. I mean, handsome, not beautiful..."
"Aw, thanks, lass!" Tommy said, sitting up straight again. Suddenly, Cassisy heard a rumble.
"Is it breakfasttime for the Irishman?" Cassidy teased. He grinned at her sheepishly.
"Probably best if I ate something soon, yes," he replied. "Shall we?"
"I need to get dressed..." Cassidy said, realizing all of her stuff was in her first class suite. "Oh, I have to go get it and bring it back down here!"
"Bring it back down here?" Tommy asked questioningly.
"Well, yeah. I'm moving in down here, aren't I?" Cassidy raised an eyebrow.
"If ye want to, I mean, I'm not forcing ye to–"
Cassidy shut him up by pressing her lips to his. When it ended, she looked him right in the eye.
"I'm moving in down here. Last night was the best night I've ever had in my life. You have changed my entire reason for existance."
"Alright," Tommy breathed. He backed up and started to grab his bowler hat. He turned back to Cassidy. "How 'bout you go get yer stuff while I get some food and bring it back down here? I'd rather not have everyone staring at ye 'cause yer from first class."
"I don't mind, but I'd love to get my clothes," she responded.
"It's settled then," Tommy said importantly. "The lass will get her stuff, I will get the food, and we'll rendesvous here."
"Oh, be quiet," Cassidy said, shoving him. He just grinned merrily, and opened the door for her. Laughing, she gave him a quick, "I'll see you soon," and headed up the hall.
She reached her room fairly quickly. She grabbed one of her dresses and put it on, then she threw all her clothes and possessions into her suitcase hurriedly and was almost out the door again when she heard a knock.
She stood up. Who could possibly be knocking at this hour? She hesitated, then opened the door.
"Good morning, Cassidy."
She rolled her eyes.
"Hi, Joseph," she responded, annoyed. He was making this trip longer than it needed to be.
"Are you going down to breakfast?" he inclined his head to her.
"Eh, actually...I'm not feeling well..." Cassidy lied.
"Oh, is that why you weren't seen after dinner? Why you weren't in your bedroom all night?" Joseph asked harshly.
"W-what?"
"You heard me. Where were you? I came up at nine, you weren't here. I came again at ten, and eleven. I even came at one. Where were you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Cassidy said defiantly. "But more importantly, why is it your business?"
Joseph gripped her shoulders. She stumbled back. "Joseph–"
"Because you and I," Joseph interrupted, "we are perfect together. Everyone can see the chemistry between us. Everything was going perfectly."
Joesph leaned in, right next to her face. His breath came out short and harsh. Cassidy recoiled, but Joseph continued.
"But then, you disappear. And what do I find out? You're letting a third class rat ravage you!"
Cassidy glared up at him, but said nothing.
"But we can forget that ever happened. We're going to get off this ship together, and I forbid you to ever go to third class again."
"Joseph," Cassidy gasped, frantically trying to break away from his iron grip. She was afraid about what was going to become of this. "I hardly know you!"
"Didn't stop you with the Irish man," Joseph said coldly.
"Joseph–" Cassidy said again, but was interrupted by his mouth being shoved sloppily against hers. Her eyes widened, and she thrashed all the more.
Joseph clung to her tighter, and she stumbled back into her room. He pushed her onto the bed, and she looked up at him, fearful. He had a wild look in her eyes, and he licked his lips.
"I'm going to make you forget all about the man you were with last night," he promised harshly.
"No!" she cried, but he trapped her beneath him, pulling at her clothes, ripping the seams of her dress. She flailed about wildly.
"Help!" she screamed, but Joseph covered her mouth with his again. She cringed at the taste, it was of brandy and unnatural cologne.
"No one can hear you, Cassidy. It's just you and me," Joseph told her triumphantly. But suddenly, Cassidy heard a crack, and he fell slack on top of her, unmoving.
"Lass, are ye alright?" Cassidy heard. She felt Joseph being lifted off of her and thrown onto the floor. Tommy's face looked down at her, his eyes fearful and seething mad at the same time.
Cassidy started sobbing for what felt like the hundreth time that week. She shook, and Tommy hurriedly sat on the bed next to her, putting his arms around her.
"Lass?" he whispered. "What–?" She started sobbing even more. She leaned into him, and he kissed her hair, pulling her closer. This was the position they stayed in for a quarter of an hour.
Finally, Cassidy leaned away, and Tommy looked down at her, concerned.
"How did you find me...?" Cassidy asked him shakily.
"Ye took awhile," he said simply. "So I came te look fer ye to see what was takin' so long, an'...I heard ye yellin'...so I did the only yhing that seemed right. I went toward the sound, and found you...with him..."
Cassidy shook her head, blinking back tears. "I don't know what happened! He was at my door, and started asking me where I'd been...and then he just started to...to..."
"It's alright lass, we'll be okay. He'll have no reason to bother us now. We should go."
Cassidy nodded, and grabbed her suitcase once more. She planned to change when they got back to Tommy's room, for her dress was torn and ravaged.
She reached the door before Tommy, without looking back, but turned when she heard a thump. Tommy was standing over Joseph, who had a nasty looking bruise on his cheek now.
"Sorry if that upset ye, lass," he apoligized. "But seeing ye benath him like tha'...well it made me a bit mad."
"Nothing you would ever do would make me upset," Cassidy told him. That's exactly what I would do if I weren't so horrified by him."
She held out her hand and Tommy grabbed it. Then they headed back to Tommy's room without looking back.