I had to do it, I am sorry. I do try to not write such chapters lately but I found myself not writing it as much in chapter three so here it is...Click 'back' if you don't like intense love scenes...

Chapter six:

When he put his hands so hesitantly on her shoulders, Rose shivered right down to the base of her spine. The dress which she wore could so easily be unbuttoned, pulled over her head and tossed to the side but instead he didn't say a word, nor did he do anything. Her lashes fluttered, open and then closed as she felt the tickle of his fingers.

Dinner that evening, even with Molly had been long and though it was full of conversation, Rose could feel the heat between herself and Jack since their kiss in the garden. Elizabeth had awoken just after they had cleared away the plates and was now sleeping soundly once more in the crib at the bottom of their bed. The gentle rise and fall of her chest assured Rose that she was fast asleep.

She fell back against Jack, his chin rested on her right shoulder just as they had when they had shared their first kiss at the bow of Titanic. His left arm wrapped around her waist, holding her hand there. She felt his grip, his pull and how tight it was but not so uncomfortable. There was something in his hold which told her just how much he wanted her but his hesitance was also apparent. She turned to him, his eyes finding hers in the almost dark room. They sparkled with such anticipation that her own stomach clenched. She placed a shaking hand on his chest, over his heart and she felt the thumping. They had made love just the night before and yet all nerves were still there, simmering just below the surface of it all. Hesitance lingered between them. Yet, the first time he had taken her in the back of the Renault, all nerves had been left at the door as soon as he had seen her naked before drawing her. She shivered at the intense, erotic memory.

His fingers came down her shoulders, onto the tops of her arms and downwards to her hands. Through the thin material of her dress she could feel the goose bumps appearing. That afternoon had been the cause of these intense moments; she could tell by their revelations to each other, in getting to know each other that bit more, they had fallen deeper into love and were fully exposed. Her eyes were heavy as his touch tickled her. With a deep breath, she closed her mouth over his, taking them both by utter surprise. The anticipation was bubbling and she didn't know just how much longer she could have lasted not kissing him. She struggled to remember a time when he wasn't in her life, by her side and making her constantly feel safe. Jack grabbed her hips, feeling her curves beneath her dress. She could feel the warmth which burnt against her. He moved her hair to one side and trailed kisses all the way around her neck so gently. She shivered, feeling her whole body numb and tingle all over. Slowly, she turned around, taking in just how beautiful he was. Their eyes never left each other's, and slowly, they found themselves to be leaning in to kiss again. She felt his hands on her waist and he seemed to massage her hips through the dress. She dragged her hands through his hair and then stopped for a moment. He ran his index finger over her shoulder before turning her around to face the door as he slowly found he was unbuttoning the back of her dress. He managed to open them one by one as he kissed the back of her neck once again.

She closed her eyes and placed the palm of her hand against the door for support as the dress landed in a pool at her feet. She stood wearing just her undergarments and not a corset in sight. She felt her breathe so ragged and she placed her left hand on her chest to attempt to calm her racing heart. All insecurities seemed to come to her right away as she felt the urge to place her hands across her stomach, her breasts and yet she wasn't fully exposed. She ignored the niggling feeling and instead turned her attention to his shirt. Her palm went flat against the top button as she felt his erratic heart once more. He affected her just as she did him. She pushed him backwards so that he landed sat on their bed. Slowly, she pulled open each button revealing his bare chest. His shirt left his shoulders quickly and was discarded upon the floor, the same place all of the garments had been thrown the night before. He pulled her to him using his hands steadying her balance with his hands on her waist. He placed his head against her chest before kissing along her collar bone, up to her left shoulder and then stopping right there. Her hands had found their way into his hair and pulled at it gently.

He could feel his uneven breathing as she turned to face him. Her curls cascading down her shoulders. She glanced to him and gave him a small smile, almost shyly. He stood up, stepping towards her not exactly knowing why; just feeling he had to be close to her. She was nothing short of perfect, and he couldn't even begin to explain the feelings which roamed around his head. His muscles were tight from the work which he had done since their parting and he had little hair, he was tanned and the most beautiful man she had seen, she wanted him she knew that. Jack pulled Rose to him and removed her hands from her chest, pressing her torso against Jack's. He wrapped his arms around her keeping them pressed together, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her again, she ran her fingers through his hand, feeling her hands shake. She could feel cold shivers running down her back as he kissed her neck before slowing the kiss down as they caught their breathes. His tongue began to play with hers and he felt his whole-body throb for her, for his Rose.

It took a few minutes for him to work the courage to slip down the strap on Rose's slip but she allowed him to. The second one slid down just after and she shimmied out of the garment so that it, too, fell at her feet, sliding down her body in one glide. His eyes closed as he kissed her, holding onto her naked body, pulling her closer to him. They found themselves backing towards the bed and seconds later, she was laid there, unclothed, exposed and perfect with her lips parted as she tried to catch her breathe.

''Rose-'' He swallowed heavily, feeling the room suddenly have no air.

She watched as he pulled at his pants, discarding of them on the floor beside the bed. Her eyes didn't leave his as he crawled onto the bed, his hair hanging in his face. She moved his hair, her hand landing on his cheek as he moved on top of her.

This time he made love to her, it was slow and almost desperate as they clung to each other each and every time. Rose could feel the love, admiration and longing which radiated from his body and she seemed to match him, too. These were feelings which she never thought to be possible. Each time Cal had invited her to his bedroom to join him, she knew just what that would have entailed but none of that would have been as intimate and as wonderful as this. No man would ever love her how Jack did, of that she was sure.

''I love you.'' Jack whispered into her hair soon after they had finished. He knew that she was asleep, her chest steadily rising and falling with each deep breath. He rested his head against her as he tried to rest his aching body. A quick glimpse of the clock told him it was past 3am. Almost Elizabeth's feeding time. His heavy eyes drifted and before long he, too was asleep.

It was another six hours before Jack awoke, it took him a couple of seconds to realise that he was still naked. The sun was streaming through the high windows, in what looked to be another beautiful day but as he reached out he noticed the bed was empty. Rose! He glanced at the clock. 9.20am.

''Shit.''

He couldn't remember a time he had slept in so late.

''Don't worry.'' He heard a soft voice whisper.

''Rose?''

She sat fully dressed in the arm chair beside the wardrobe. Elizabeth was feeding, suckling noises now filling his ears, he sat up and ran a hand through his hair, feeling the creak in his neck. He rarely settled into such a deep sleep for a long period of time.

''I'm sorry-''

''Don't be. Last night was-tiring.'' She said the words with a grin.

''Yes, it was.''

He was silent for a moment as he studied Rose, feeding their daughter. His smile was contagious.

''She didn't wake up for her feed at 3am or 6am. Jack, she slept through the night.'' Her voice was laced with surprise.

Jack raised his eyebrows. ''No wonder I lost track of time.'' He got to the edge of the bed and scrambled about on the floor for some form of undergarment. Rose hid her amusement as he staggered into them before stretching out. ''She is such a good girl.''

Elizabeth's eyes followed Jack as he came to her and Rose. He placed a small kiss on the top of her forehead and he was rewarded with a milky, gummy grin.

''You had Mommy and I worried, but perhaps a day at the park yesterday was exhausting, right?''

Elizabeth continued to grin, her eyes firmly on Jack.

''Oh, Jack. She has never smiled for this long before. Especially in the middle of breakfast.''

Jack stroked his hand over her unruly girls. ''You're full of smiles for Daddy, huh?''

She went back to feeding a second later but her eyes drifted from Rose to Jack, darting about their face as she studied everything before her.

''I cannot believe that she slept through the night.'' Rose leant her head against Jack's arm.

''Hey, we needed the sleep, too.'' He kissed Rose's forehead. ''Besides, she is making up for it this morning.''

The shrill sound of the telephone in the parlour trembled through the quiet house. Molly listened as a maid had gone to answer promptly. From the dining table, she listened for a call for her to come to the telephone to speak but she didn't hear one within a minute or two. She knitted her brows together. She quietly placed her teacup on the saucer before getting to her feet. Her shoes padded against the plush carpet as she made her way to the parlour to see who it was on the telephone. It was almost ten a.m., she mentally listed any person who would wish to contact her at this time. Perhaps it was an upcoming social event? An invite somewhere? She couldn't think of anything.

As she came to the entrance, she found Harriet; their youngest maid and newest employee hunched over the receiver speaking in a hushed whisper. She couldn't make out the words what she had said but either way, it wasn't appropriate. Molly placed her hands on her hips, obviously about to scold the girl. Why would she take a personal call whilst at work?

''Yes...about...a fortnight.'' Harriet whispered hurriedly. ''I'm not sure, sir.'' Her tone was lower than it usually was, as though she was a child speaking to a parent after they had misbehaved.

Molly frowned, her stomach told her that this was more than a personal call. She pulled back to stand at the right side of the doorway but she ensured that she could still hear what was been said. She quietened her breathing.

''Of course.'' Harriet glanced about, sure that she was alone. She hadn't seen Molly or even sensed her presence. ''Yes, sir...payment.''

Who would Harriet need to discuss payments with? Anything financial would be ran through her husband. Molly continued to mentally list anyone who may be covering that topic and then she heard the name...

''Yes, Mr. Hockley...goodbye.''