Thanks for the reviews guys! I'm glad you're loving this story, it's really fun to write. Here's another one-shot chapter. It's short and SUPER fluffy. These two deserve some fluff every now and then, I think. Read, enjoy & review! (Again, I don't own Titanic, Jack, Rose... or Coney Island!)

Carousel

I collapsed onto the bed, still giggling like a school girl. Jack and I had spent the whole day at Coney Island. The sun was setting as we approached the apartment, and that's when Jack pinched my hip and continued to chase me all the way up the stairs. I knew he'd be right behind me, though what he would do when he finally caught me I wasn't sure. I didn't have long to wait. The sound of the front door opening and his booted feet making their way to our room had my heart pounding as I scooted to the corner of the bed, trying to make myself as small as possible. His figure appeared in the doorway, blue eyes twinkling with laughter. I giggled again and he grinned, leaping onto the bed. I squealed when he began tickling my sides, laughing until I could scarcely breathe. He silenced me with a searing kiss, his calloused hands now gripping my hips. I felt Jack pull away, his breath hot on my face, but I did not open my eyes.

"I can still feel it," I whispered breathlessly.

He nudged his nose against mine. "Feel what, Rose?"

"The carousel," I said, still keeping my eyes closed as I felt my body continue to circle around and around. "Close your eyes, Jack. It's magical."

I heard him chuckle as he moved to lay beside me. I knew, without opening my own eyes, that his were closed. His hand held tight to mine as we rode the carousel once again. This feeling would fade, I knew, but the memory of our wonderful day together never would. I opened my eyes and turned my head to look over at him, only to find him already looking back at me. "Thank you for today," I smiled. Money was something we never seemed to have enough of, and to spend ten cents on a carousel ride had seemed rather frivolous at the time. But Jack had convinced me it'd be alright to let ourselves have a little fun just this once, and I'm so glad he did.

"You're welcome," he said, giving my hand a squeeze. "I'm glad you had a good time. I know it seems like we haven't seen much of each other lately, and I'm real sorry about that. You know I love you more than anything, and I'd spend every single day like this if I could."

"I know," I nodded. Jack had been working extra shifts at the factory to make ends meet, and I continued my job at the dress maker's. Some days, we only saw each other in passing. He would come home from a night shift just as I headed off in the morning. Which is what made days like today all the more special. "But if this was what we did every day, don't you think it'd become rather dull?"

Jack raised his eyebrows. "Spending the day with my best girl? Dull? Never." He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "I'm gonna go wash up."

I grabbed his wrist before he could go anywhere though. He turned back to look down at me with a smirk on his face. "Yes, Mrs. Dawson?"

I grinned, pulling him back down on the bed. "Wash in the morning," I said, before kissing him soundly. Tomorrow we'd have to face the real world again, with jobs, and rent, and a cantankerous landlord, but I refused for our magical day to be over just yet.