BPOV
I was in the arms of the man that I wanted to hold me. This moment was so perfect. I would have told him how perfect it was, but he gave me no chance to breathe. I didn't mind. Who needed breathing where I was? I was in heaven right now. Nothing could ruin this moment.
The ship gave a violent shudder.
"What was that?" I asked with my lips against his.
"Who cares," he replied moving down to my neck.
The ship gave another violent shudder and Edward and I were almost tipped over off the piano bench. He pulled his face from mine with a look of annoyance spread across his face.
"What was that?" he asked.
"I just asked that. Were you listening?" I asked rhetorically.
"I was quite absorbed at the moment," he replied giving me his half smile. My heart nearly leapt up out of my chest. I knew he heard it because he placed his head on my chest listen.
"The most significant sound in the world," he stated. My face reacted in a blush.
Once again the ship rumbled. Edward stood up.
"Maybe we should go check that out," he said pulling his shirt back over his head on his body.
"But we weren't finished," I complained.
"Be patient, love," he said putting his hands on my blush. "Now, lets get to the bottom of this rumbling business."
I got up and dressed myself properly to get rid of the disarray that Edward had left me in. Goodness I love this man. Is it possible to love someone that you just met? I felt like I knew the answer to that question already. Of course it was.
We strolled out of the piano room hand in hand with each other. We walked to the source where we thought the commotion was going on. All we had to do was follow the voices of the people. I was only to upset that we hadn't finished what we were about to engage in. I was hoping that he was going to show me just how much he said he loved me. From the moment he had kissed me when we were starring at the sunset I decided that when the ship docked I was getting off with Edward. I would say goodbye to my family and start my new life with Edward, and live happily ever after.
"That thing is huge," Edward gasped pulling me out of my fantasy of me in a wedding dress with him by my side in a tuxedo. I stared to where he was pointing at and my mouth fell open to gape at what was in front of me.
"Is that an iceberg?" I asked astonished. "Well that would mean that the ship was hit." I was so confused.
"Edward! Bella!" I heard someone call. Both Edward and I turned around to see Carlisle walking up to us towing Esme.
"Carlisle!" Edward called relieved. "What happened here?"
"We were hit by an iceberg. The ship was trying to turn, but this thing doesn't corner worth a damn," Carlisle explained.
"I'm sure all is well though! It is an unsinkable ship," Esme said cheerfully.
"Yeah, I didn't think it did any real damage too collateral," Carlisle said liking Esme's optimism. "I think we will be alright."
I looked around the deck to find people playing with ice. Things like hockey were being displayed on the deck. The wild unlady like side of me wanted to join them. It seemed like third class people didn't have a care in the world for real. They were so jovial all the time.
My head suddenly jerked to the right. Standing a few feet away from us was Laurent. He had caught my eye and was on his way to us.
"Um…Edward I think we should go," I said tugging on his sleeve. He looked down at me with a questionable look. I pointed to Laurent heading our way. "That's one of Mike's people."
"Oh," Edward said as if he had an epiphany.
He took my hand and we turned our backs to Laurent and slowly started to walk away. I could feel his stares on us as Edward kept my hand in his hand. Apparently Edward could feel them too because he picked up the pace. Both of us turned around to look at him. He was almost close enough to reach out and touch our shoulders.
"Run," Edward yelled playfully.
We both took off into the distance of the deck in a sprint with our hands still intact with each other. Even though I knew I would be in so much trouble later I couldn't care less. This was so fun and so free. No one to say that this wasn't how a lady was supposed to act. It seemed to me that Edward hadn't a place in mind to retreat too. He was leading us down to steerage and to the boiler room. I didn't care.
Once inside the boiler room in felt like old man winter never existed. The heat was almost unbearable, but I kept on running for Edward. What was wrong with my feet? My shoes were all squishy. I must still be having nerve defects after me and Edward's attempt at passion earlier before we were rudely interrupted.
We made our way out the boiler room. Thank heaven and back out onto the other side of the deck. I looked down to check my squishy feet.
"Why are my feet wet?" I asked aloud. Edward turn to face me with a raised eyebrow.
"Say huh?" he asked.
"My feet. They are wet," I replied. "What a yours?"
"Now that you mention it they are a bit wet," he claimed looking down at his feet. He was so adorable, cute, and sexy when he looked curious the way he did right now. "I think we lost that guy, but where do you plan on going now, because I got nowhere."
"I got somewhere," I told him as I pulled him by the hand. I was taking him to our dressing room. All I had to do was lock the doors. I was quite positive that none of my family carried those keys with them.
"Why are we heading back to first class?" he asked confused.
"You'll see."
We snuck our way past any one who might pose questions. I knew my family was still at the afternoon gala. They probably weren't worried about a little thing such as an iceberg. It was only minor damage.
I pulled Edward into the dressing room and shut the door locking it behind me.
"Miss Bella? Are you kidnapping me?" Edward asked playfully.
"Yes," I said smiling as I went over to kiss him. His eyes were on something different. I glanced up at the trail his line of sight was looking at. He was staring at my twilight color dress in complete awe and admiration.
"You like my dress?" I asked.
"You have no idea," he replied. Some kind of tone was dripping off his every word. I made a guess and said it was love.
"You know this is the dress I first saw you in," he informed me. Had I heard him wrong?
"No it isn't," I said. "I was wearing a black dress that day you saved me."
"Actually, I first saw you when Titanic was leaving port. I thought you were an angel the way you were staring out into the ocean. I couldn't stop thinking about you. Then the next day you bumped into me," Edward said chuckling. "Going to that pub was the smartest thing Carlisle ever thought about."
"Tripping over that rail was the best clumsy mistake of my life," I said. Even though I statement was funny we were both in serious matters. I took his face in my hands and forced his lips on mine.
He obliged immediately, pulling my dress down from the straps. This was it. We were going to express our feelings even if it hurt us. I heard him kick off his boots. They were squeaky. I laughed at the thought off our wet shoes.
"Bella," he gasped. I looked up into his eyes. "No one loves you more than me."
I believed him a I handed over every little innocent thing about me to him so that he could have the claim over my life and me with him.
"No loves you more than me," I told him back.
"No one," we both said together as we finished undressing each other.
