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A Sweet Contrast	By : BrunetteWeasley Category: S through Z > Titanic Views: 3549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie, James Caneron's Titanic, nor the recognizable characters and situations. I make no profti from this story.

Chapter List
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- 2-A Sweet Contrast 2
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Chapter Two: Jack
When Jack pulled me into the exercise room and told me that I had a fire inside me that was threatening to go out, I wonder if he knew that just being that close to him was causing that fire to roar to new heights. I know that he was talking about a different kind of fire, not a sexual one, but I still couldn't help but feel the two were linked. I thought my actions with Cal would extinguish the fire, but they hadn't. It still flickered within me. After Jack's talk, I began to wonder if extinguishing the fire should really be my goal. Maybe stoking it to its full potential would be much more beneficial. Perhaps, I could translate this fire into other areas of my life. Perhaps, the fire was the fire of life, the will to live. Maybe I had spent so long without it, that I hardly recognized it. I knew I had a decision to make, and even then I knew that the effects would be life altering. I had spent my entire life being told my instincts were wrong. I had grown to not even trust myself. A person cannot survive that way. My choice was clear. I wanted to live. I went to find Jack.
After a crazy and erotic chain of events, I found myself slumped against Jack in a car below deck being pressed by the heat of the steam propelling the ship forward. The fire within me was roaring like never before. I had never felt so exhilarated. All my senses seemed to be on edge, piqued by the chase around the ship. I thought of myself laid bare in front of Jack while his graceful fingers drew every curve of my body. Although it had only been minutes ago, it felt like ages. I had never felt so close to one person in my entire lifetime. I could feel his chest rise and fall beneath my head, and I could feel myself breathing in tandem. I took his hand and slowly kissed each amazing fingertip. I wanted those fingertips on me.
"Put your hands on me, Jack."
I placed his hand on my breast. He was slightly hesitant at first, but responded quickly. He shifted his weight on top of me laying me down on the back seat. His lips never left mine. He tasted like cigarettes and honey, a sweet contrast. Our kisses drew more urgent as his artist's hands caressed my neck, then my sides, then my thighs, everywhere. I needed to be closer to him. I sat up breaking contact and lifted myself up, so I could pull my dress and slip up and over my head. Jack tried to help me, but we got lost in the folds and layers of fabric. The dress got stuck on my ribcage with most of the fabric over my head. I began to laugh, and I could hear Jack laughing too. After much tugging and squirming finally, I was freed from my cloth prison. I shook the hair out of my eyes, and looked up at Jack. Our laughter died away, and we locked eyes with one another. His eyes were full of warmth and light, but they were slightly darkened with desire. I felt myself blush and cast my eyes downward. He moved a hand up to stroke the side of my face, and I looked back up at him. He moved forward and gently recaptured my lips. I slowly lay back down on the seat, and I expected his body to follow, but instead he shifted to where he was kneeling on the floorboard of the car. He hovered over me with his hands placed on either side of my body.
He began to trail kisses from my neck, pausing to tease each breast, down to my abdomen. When he reached the apex of my legs, he lifted my leg closest to him over his shoulder and dipped his head between my legs. I didn't immediately realize what he was going to do, having never been this intimate with a man before. But when his mouth connected with my body I cried out throwing my head back against the side of the car. He assaulted my most sensitive spot with his tongue and lips while he slipped a finder inside of me. My breath was coming in heavy puffs as I looked down at him, marveling at his skill. He continued his actions alternating between teasingly light and slow touches and quick assaults. He glanced up to gauge my reaction, making sure he was doing the right thing. When his eyes connected with mine, I felt an explosion in my lower abdomen. The tingles and aftershocks spread out all the way to my fingertips and toes.
By the time I had regained my senses enough to be pulled back down to Earth, Jack was back up to the seat, hovering over me. He kissed me again and suddenly I needed to feel his skin again mine more than I needed air to breath. I shoved his suspenders off his shoulders and reached to his back to pull his shirt up over his head. When he sat up to pull it the rest of the way off, I quickly pulled him back down, pressing his body flush against mine, kissing his neck. He moaned into my hair. The sound made my heart soar; I wanted to hear more. I didn't want another stoic statue. I wanted a loving man willing to give without expecting anything in return, without looking forward to the profit. But I wanted to give Jack something for all he had given me. I shifted my weight so that I could roll over on top of him. He realized what I was doing and shifted his weight down to the seat, so I was the one hovering above him. I kissed him, for reading my mind. I continued my kisses down his neck and over his chest until I reached the light trail of hair leading into his pants. I moved my fingers to unfasten his pants. My fingers shook. Not because I didn't want to do this, but because I had no experience with this and wanted to do it right. Jack grabbed my hand stilling my fingers.
"Rose, you don't have to."
"I want to."
With those words, I finally succeeded in my mission and slid his pants off with a little help. I dipped my head over him and took him in my mouth. I heard him groan in appreciation. I felt the heat pool between my legs again just at the sound. I moved my mouth slowly up and down his length. His moans spurred me on. It wasn't long before I felt his hand lift my head up. I was afraid I had done something wrong, but he quickly put that thought out of my mind.
"I don't think I can last much longer…"
He breathed heavily, and his eyes were unfocused. He pulled me up and rolled me over so he was back on top of me. I knew what was coming. I spread my legs around him and bent my knees slightly preparing myself for him. I could feel him pressing slightly against me. He took a breath and leaned down to kiss me again.
"Are you ready?" He murmured against my lips. I nodded in response.
He slowly pushed into me. I angled my hips upward to accept him. It hurt, but only a little bit. He stayed still long enough for me to adjust to his size. When I was ready, I rolled my hips up to his. He gasped. And we soon found a rhythm. The rhythm became faster and more erratic the longer we continued. Jack reached between us to stroke my swollen nub.
"Jack!"
"Rose."
The faster he moved within me and the faster his fingers massaged me, the more the tension in my abdomen grew. I felt it reach a breaking point for a second time that night. I felt like I was falling. I shot my hand up to grasp something, anything. I felt my hand connect with cool glass of the back window of the car. As it did, I felt myself explode again. In my weakened state, my hand slid down the glass creating a slick trail. A few second later with a final cry of my name, Jack came trembling above me. When I pointed out that he was trembling, he grinned at me.
"I'll be alright."
The fire within me was finally satisfied. It was definitely, not extinguished. No, it was stronger than ever, but it was now content to settle down into a small crackle. It had no reason to fear or call out. The fire knew it was going to be there for a long time. It no longer felt threatened.
Even the icy waters weren't cold enough to extinguish this new flame.
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