April 14, 1912

3:28pm

Max sat and admired his work, finding it absolutely perfect. He was pleased with his rendering of Anna Marie while wearing the necklace, a memento to look back on.
Anna Marie wrapped herself in the robe and came over his shoulder to look. She smiled.

"Now that is a mighty fine piece of art, Mister Eisenhardt."

He chuckled, and turned to look at her. "My drawings do not do you justice, my love."

"Ah quite like the way you draw me. Ah look….voluptuous."

"Because you are, schatzi." He chuckled. "I adore every curve, every curl on your head, and the way your eyes sparkle when you're happy."

She leaned forward and kissed him, giggling when he grabbed hold of her robe, or rather his robe that was on her body, and wouldn't let her get up. She finally smacked him lightly, and he let go, laughing.

"Tease." She taunted him, and he chuckled, signing the drawing with the date and his initials:

April 14, 1912

M.E.

He blew off the remains of the charcoal, and rose to put the drawing away, when he caught sight of her admiring the necklace in the mirror, her fingers gently tracing the outline of the diamond as it lay on her chest.

He set the drawing down, and her eyes came up to find his as he came up behind her in the mirror, the soft little smile on her face as she reached up to unclasp the necklace from her neck.

He stopped her, his fingers intertwining with hers on the clasp.

"Allow me…." He murmured.

She dropped her hands slowly as he unclasped the necklace from her neck, setting it down gently on the table nearby.

Her eyes follow the necklace being laid down before coming back up to watch him in the mirror as he gently sweeps her hair away from her neck, his fingers dancing over where the necklace had been, and his eyes closing as he places a kiss on the skin of her cheek right in front of her ear.

Her eyelids fluttered closed as his lips moved to where her neck and her jaw connected, a gentle gesture as she tilted her head slightly, a slight shudder to her breathing.

"The true piece of art…." He whispered. "...is you, Anna Marie…."

She turns her head towards him, opening her eyes to be greeted with that same fire she saw in his eyes when he had drawn her earlier, a stark contrast to the aloof coldness she had seen when they had first met, when he had saved her from falling into the cold ocean their first night onboard.

There was desire in his eyes, reserved only for her.

He kissed her, a kiss that was tender at the start, but quickly turned into something far more passionate.

She turned fully around to face him, his hands moving from her waist up her back as she reached up on tiptoe, her arms wrapped around his neck. The kiss was equal parts sensual and tender, and she could feel the rumble in Max's chest, the groan of pleasure from him. He broke the kiss briefly, his words nearly a whisper.

"I am consumed by you….and I fear that I will never get enough…."

He could have promised her all the riches in the world and it would have meant nothing compared to those words he just uttered.

Her hands framed his face, those beautiful blue eyes she would never grow tired of.

"Make love to me, Max…." She whispered against his lips.

He didn't need any further encouragement. His arms were holding her up as he carried her into his bedroom, seeking out her lips like a starving man.

The sight of her, laid out on his bed, her red and white curls like a fan across the pillows, was the most beautiful sight. He took great care and pleasure in untying the sash of his robe that she borrowed, slowly revealing the body beneath, the body he had drawn and immortalized.

He memorized every inch with his lips, his tongue, his hands. He loved the way she shivered when his hands ran over her stomach, or how she arched as he sucked on the sensitive peaks of her breasts.

But it was the noises she made when his fingers and tongue teased her core that drove him absolutely insane.

She was surprised by how good it felt. The only other man she had been to bed with had never done that before, and she had to adjust to the feeling.

But oh, God, did it feel good.

The sounds of her moans filled the room, and he could have sworn that it was a siren song, just for him. Her body was singing with pleasure, pleasure he gave her, and he was honored to have a front row seat as she fell apart, her ecstasy a religious experience.

He placed gentle kisses on her skin as he crawled up to her, her skin flushed and her eyes….God, her eyes….they were only for him.

Her hands unbuttoned his shirt, and her nails lightly grazed through the small smattering of white curls on his chest, making him shudder slightly in delight.

Her hands pushed the offending garment off his shoulders, watching as he stripped it away from his biceps and down his forearms, tossing it into a corner, forgotten as his sole focus was on her.

He was suddenly flipped onto his back, not expecting her to use her leverage in such a way. The surprised look on his face caused her to giggle softly, and her curls framed her face as she kissed him, tasting her essence on his tongue.

She could feel his hands on her back and in her hair, his warm body solid under her hands. His touch was tender yet strong, reverent and resolute.

Mirroring his earlier actions, she trailed a path of kisses down his neck, over his chest, down his abdomen as she kept her eyes on his, the fire that had been in his eyes a barely concealed inferno.

She wanted him just as naked as she was, to feel every inch of his skin against hers.

Before long, she got her wish, his trousers in a pile on the floor, and his hands gripping her hips as new sounds of pleasure came from her, the sounds she made as she sank down onto him, and the groan he let out as he was enveloped by her slick warmth.

She was a goddess, the way she moved on top of him, the way her hair fell over her shoulders, the pleasure in her eyes. He would never forget this sight, as long as he lived. Her hands moved from their position on his chest, supporting her weight, to reach for his hands at her waist, intertwining their hands as she sat up fully, bouncing beautifully on top of him.

His grip on her hands was firm, and he was lost to the siren in his bed. He wanted to give her everything, give her the very ocean if that was possible.

He watched her draw closer to the edge, the way her movements grew more erratic, the way her breathing and her moans hitched, and he knew that he was not far behind her, his control slipping by the second.

They climbed that glorious peak together, her back arching as her cries of release filled the room, and she could hear him groan under her as she felt him twitch inside her.

She collapsed against his chest, the exertion from both of them making them pant on the bed. He smoothed her hair out of her face, a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead. He loved seeing the look of satisfaction on her face, an expression that he was responsible for.

His thoughts were interrupted by her leaning up and kissing him softly, bliss in her smile.

"Ah love you, Max…." She uttered the words in a murmur, and he felt his heart leap in his chest.

He rolled her halfway on her back, taking his time as he kissed her tenderly.

"Say it again…."

"Ah love you…."