A/N: As with my Mummy/Twilight fic, I figured I'd post what I had for now. I'm busier than a Black Friday morning at the MOA, but I do want to continue writing. I hope y'all like. I like this chapter, short as it is. ~Angel

It was while Rose was spending time with Jack, him drawing the picture now not even half the ship's length away, that Cal was spending his now unlimited time with his new bride wisely. He was making sure even the smallest touches were to her satisfaction. Caledon had made sure there were fresh flowers by the bed, the window was cracked, letting in a soft breeze as the ship made it's way across the Northern Atlantic. He had devested himself of his formal jacket and waistcoat, and loosened his tie. His hair had come out of it's usually immaculate combed back fixture, to a more relaxed position, with a lock falling in front of his forhead.

It was as he was turning down the bed clothes that Isobel entered. She beamed at him when she first beheld him upon entering the room. This was the Cal she liked best. Relaxed and free of the cares of the world, even if just for a few moments. He opened his arms in welcome, and she went to him, gladly. His hands framing her face when she came to stand in front of him, and he kissed her softly, and tenderly.

"My dear, Isobel. Don't think you can escape me now. What was it Rochester said? 'God pardon me! And man meddle not with me: I have her, and willl hold her.' I will let nothing come between us, my love. Be they man or deity," he said passionately.

Isobel brought her hand up to meet his on her cheek. "It's too late now at any rate. The Captain has already married us. They can meddle all they want. What's done is done," she said softly. "And I wouldn't change it for the stars."

He kissed her again and gently lead her to the bed, where he laid her down and covered her body with his. Her every curve moulding to his every angle. Her hands clenched in his shirt and brought is up, untucking it so she can bring her hands under it to explore his chest. Cal took the problem out of her way when he just removed his shirt. His hands weren't idle either. Once the offending article was out of the way, he hiked up her dress and his fingers explored the line of her stockings, unlacing the ties and sliding them off.

Isobel took the time to remove her dress, and Cal saw that she was missing a crucial part of her wardrobe.

"Why Mrs. Hockley. You aren't wearing a corset," he said with a smug glint in his eye.

"You should know Mr. Hockley that I fully support the faminist movement. I'm just not unnecessarily vocal about it. Besides, will you really begrudge me not wearing one on my wedding night?"

"Not at all! Cumbersome things, corsets, and they take entirely too long to unlace," he said before kissing her once again.

Thier need grew to a fever pitch, and soon, all clothes that were on were out of the way and they were exploring each other with abandon. It was when Isobel unexpectedly took him in hand that he looked at her in surprise. Isobel had never been one to shy away from what she wanted. It was when she had what she wanted that she usually stopped to consider the ramifications. Such as now.

It seemed that now that she had his erect cock in her hand that she felt embarassed. Cal covered her hand with his own and showed her just how to stroke him. She looked at him uncertainly at first, but then gained confidence as he took his hand away. His breathing picked up as he held himself back from finishing too early. It was nearly painful, but so beautiful in her innocence and want to please.

Cal continued to kiss her as his hand went to her breast, gently pinching and rolling her nipple. She gave a small moan at the feeling of pure ecstacy raced through her, and pooled in her sex. It was then Cal stopped her hand and looked at her.

"It's time," he said softly. Isobel nodded. Cal maintained eye contact as he slowly entered her. He saw her wince as he stretched her. He was going to stop at her barrier to give her time to adjust, but she took that out of his hands when she latched onto him and pulled him into her completely. He groaned at the sudden feeling of her around him. Hot and tight. He was the one that needed the moment.

Isobel for her part felt the pain of her barrier tearing. But comparatively, it was nothing to other hurts she had in the past. It was the slight after hurt and the unfamiliar and uncomfortable intrusion she needed to get used to. But the feeling she got when he moved! Oh, that was breath taking. Literally, all of the breath left her in a low, slow, and prolonged moan of pleasure.

She clung to him as he moved within her. Trying to pull him farther into her. To mould them together.

"C-Cal. Caledon, I'm- I-," she stuttered. She needed a release. Needed that building feeling within her to burst.

"Not yet, Isobel. Wait for me," he ground out. "Wait. Wait," he said in between kisses to her face. She breathed as deeply as the pleasure shooting up from her core would allow her. It was difficult as his pelvic bone would rub deliciously against her every time he pushed into her. He breathed in a gasp every time, and exhaled when he left her, leaving her in pain for those split seconds he was away from her.

He didn't tell her to let go. Not with words. He instead reached between them with one hand, as his other grabbed hold of the one hand she had clutching at the pillow at her head, and brushed her clit effortlessly. The pressure released, and flowed out of her in waved. She cried out, throwing her head back as she rode the pleasure out of herself.

On feeling her tighten and release around him, and seeing her cry out her pleasure, Cal's head fell to her shoulder as the pleasure was ripped from him. He felt the hot flood leave him and into her, starting at the base of his very spine, stiffening his body in the process.

Cal rolled to the side once he regained his bearings, so as not to crush his new wife, and gathered her into his arms. She came willingly, curling into his side in sleepy sated contentment. Cal kissed the top of her head.

"I love you, Isobel," he whispered to her.

Isobel nuzzled into him. "Hmm, love you, too," she said in a barely coherent breath. Cal chuckled and joined her in Morpheus's realm.

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Rose spent the time Jack was drawing her plotting against Cal. It only took a few coy teasing comments to get him to fully focus on the drawing. She figured she could use the necklace she was currently wearing to her advantage. It wasn't the blue diamond she wanted. It seemed Cal didn't trust her any longer, and had the safe removed from the joined sitting room she had with her mother. But the one she was wearing was still extremely valuable. A wreath with emeralds and diamonds. She had asked Jack to draw the Heart of the Ocean into the drawing. Just because she couldn't get her hands on the real thing didn't mean others who would see the drawing would know the difference. For all his poor faults, Jack truly was an artist.

She would slip the necklace onto the little harlot and raise hell with the Master at Arms until it was found on the 'guilty' party and returned. It was getting it onto her that was going to be the most difficult part. She couldn't count on her mother to help. She was content on Rose marrying the new Hockley heir. Rose gave a small shudder at the prospect. No way in hell. She would get her man. Then she'd give him hell for straying.

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Lovejoy pulled Charles aside as he was speaking to Sir Duff Gordon and Colonel Gracie.

"Mr. Hockley and your daughter are well and truly retired for the night. But it's Miss. DeWitt-Bukater I'm worried about. She and young Dawson are in her rooms. He is drawing her, but to do so, she has to sit still in one pose," he tells the man.

Charles chuckles. "He actually managed to get her to sit still and quietly. If nothing else, he got her to do what not even her mother could."

"There's a reason we kept that to a minimum with her. The girl has an annoying habit of plotting and scheming to cause trouble. If she were to step out of that room, we would have to keep a careful eye on her. Moreso than we have. I'm hoping Mr. Hockley will keep to his promise to keep both him and his new wife safely within the walls of thier room."

"Oh, I have no doubt of that," Charles rejoined. "Young Caledon has been plotting such, himself, since he fell for Isobel. I'm certain the only thing that would drag him from that room now is a disaster, and even then it would have to be endangering him or my daughter directly to remove him from it."

He thought a moment before continuing. "You really think she would stir up such a fuss?" he asked worriedly.

"I wish I could be unsure, but I am, unfortunately, counting on it. Especially since I've had a telegram from Mr. Hockley Sr. He orders me to keep an eye on Miss. DeWitt Bukater for his new heir. She will do anything not to marry August. He is cruel and in every way, a miniature of his father," Lovejoy tells him.

Charles sighs. "Then we will have to be diligent. You should return. See if you can't keep her on her toes and not give her the chance. I will round up Sam and see if he has anything to report on the mother. " Lovejoy nodded and made his way back to the rooms.

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Jack thought he was finally making some headway. Rose had come to him while he was looking off the front of the ship, and though she didn't apologize, that was the first thing he noticed, she did give the appearance of being repentant and interested in pursuing him. They had then come back to the her state rooms and he drew her. He ad to admit, she had a very pleasing figure. Perfect for drawing. Unfortunately, that was probably her only redeeming feature. With her personality, she wouldn't get far in life unless she married well.

He had now, just come upon her writing a letter, and she handed him a small velvet pouch with what he assumed was the necklace she wore.

"Would you put this in my dressing table please?" she asked him.

"Mmmhmm," he said, taking the pouch. He turned his back, and bounced the pouch in his hand. Way too light for the jewels she had worn for the portrait he drew. Diamonds and emeralds were heavy. Especially the chain she had wore. She must think him a simpleton.

He had found his way to the promenade afterwards, as Rose went to change. He reveled in the crisp cold air out of the window as the ship made it's path to New York. When he couldn't stand it anymore, he went into the inner rooms just as she made her way out.

"It's getting cold," he tells her, rubbing his hands together. Then he takes in her dress. "You look nice," he adds honestly.

There was then a knock at the door. "Miss. Rose?" comes the voice of Mr. Lovejoy. Rose grabs his hand and pulls him to another door that leads into another hall.

"My drawings!" Jack laments.

They continue to make thier way down the hall, but Rose urges him to run when she sees Cal's valet on her heels. They run around a corner, Rose acting as though it were a fun little game, and they crowd into an elevator, and shut the gates on the man. Rose gives him her middle finger and Jack gives him an apologetic look. They make it all the way to E Deck and through the halls to a T junction, where they stop for breath.

"Pretty tough for a valet, this fellow. Seems more like a cop," Jack observes. He had to give the old man props.

"I think he was," Rose said. Well, that explained a lot.

"Oh, shit," Jack says in soft wonder, as he sees Lovejoy through the little round window in the door.

"Go!" Rose urged. They go down the hall, only to find themselves at a dead end. Entering the only unlocked door, Rose is quick to lock it behind them. Only now they were effectively deaf from the noise now coming from the engine room below them.

Turned out thier adventure wasn't over, as Rose saw them chased through the engine rooms as well by the lead stoker and into the cargo area. It was then, Rose spots the Renault that brought her to the dock. They go up to it, and Rose coughs playfully at Jack. He knows her game. She just wants to see him in his 'proper' place. He helps her in and then gets into the driver's seat and honks the horn, as she lowers the dividing window.

"Where to miss?" Jack asks in his best chauffer's voice.

"To the stars," she whispers in his ear. She then takes hold of him and clumsily drags him into the car. It's a bit painful for Jack as his back scrapes the window below him. Rose wraps his arm around her and she starts playing with his hand, before seeming to steel her resolve and kiss his fingertips.

This was it then. It was time to fulfill his end of the contract.