"It's okay, Rose. I'm beat, too. How about we go to the bedroom for some cuddling?"
Rose's eyes lit up. She loved being so close to Jack. Plus, he would see the gift that she had bought earlier.
Rose and Jack cleaned up dinner and Rose led Jack to the bedroom.
When Jack looked towards the bed, he saw something wrapped in tissue paper. He frowned, wondering what it was.
"It's for you, Jack."
"Rose, you didn't have to get me anything. Having you by my side is the only thing I will ever need."
They kissed.
Rose picked up the gift and gave it to Jack. They both sat down as he opened it. He touched the leather binding.
What are you, some kind of an artist or something?
Jack smiled at the memory.
"Rose, it's beautiful. But still not as beautiful as you."
Rose blushed slightly.
"Well, yours is currently at the bottom of the Atlantic, so I thought you might need another one."
Rose excused herself to the bathroom. Jack just sat there, looking at his new leather portfolio. He also had the supplies he needed. Without Jack noticing, the bathroom door opened and Rose stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a robe and the Heart of the Ocean.
Jack looked up and his breath caught in his throat.
Rose had to be the most beautiful woman in the world, and they were in love.
"I want you to draw me, Jack…wearing this. Wearing only this."
Her robe fell to the ground.
Jack gulped.
"All right. Lay on the bed."
As Rose lay on their bed, Jack started drawing her again. He was, of course, very professional. This would be his first drawing of her since the Titanic sank.
So serious.
As Jack finished the drawing, he wrote his initials and the date.
"All done."
"Now that you're done with that, you can come here."
Jack looked at Rose. He loved her with all his heart. He went over and lay on the bed next to her.
He started kissing her softly on the head, moving farther down her body.
"Oh, Jack…" she whispered, her eyes closed.
"Yes, Rose?"
"Put your hands on me, Jack."
Jack didn't waste time. He undressed. Rose lay there, looking at Jack and smiling.
"I'm ready, Jack."
Jack started kissing her on the neck. Suddenly, they were kissing hungrily. Rose couldn't wait any longer. She wanted Jack. She needed him.
She pulled Jack on top of her. She opened up her quivering thighs to him. As Jack kissed her, he entered her.
Rose gasped with delight. It was just as amazing as their first time, except they wouldn't have to worry about someone finding them.
Jack was thrusting into her…of course, not too hard. With each thrust, both moaned with ecstasy.
After a while, they were both nearing climax.
Jack thrust faster and deeper.
"Oh, God, Jack…"
"I know, Rose."
And then, there it was. Rose gasped shrilly as she climaxed.
Jack groaned with pleasure as he climaxed into her.
He lay on top of her, his head on her bosom, panting.
"Are you all right?"
"I'll be okay, Rose."
And there they lay until the next morning.