Titanic: Beautiful Eyes

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Cheyanne Darling, 16, joined the Titanic crew to get a fresh start. Albert Ervine, 18, joined the Titanic crew so that his family could afford their home in Belfast. They're both scarred, broken; a little rough around the edges. But they have one thing in common. They are survivors.

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6. What His Mother Thinks

Titanic: Beautiful Eyes

"I didn't think you were going to show." Albert called from underneath the grand staircase, where he sat at the piano, "I thought you'd come to your senses." He chuckled.

"Nope. Sorry." I shrugged good-naturedly as he wrapped an arm around me and guided me down into the guts of the ship once more, "So what did the boss have to say about you not showing up for shift?" I asked, trying a fetal attempt at conversation.

"It's all fine. He didn't even notice. Not that he would've said anything if he had. I'm the prestige of the White Star Line. Apparently everybody wants the Boy Wonder running their ship."

"Well, I certainly feel safe, knowing I'm with one of the smartest people aboard this vessel." I laughed, looping my arm through his.

We went in comfortable silence all the way to his cabin, then he fumbled with his pockets for the key. Once we were safely inside his room with the door latched behind us, he began to pull sheets from the bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked in alarm. He wasn't going to...try anything, surely.

"Sleeping on the couch." He chuckled, "You've clearly been hurt today and the last thing I want is for you to strain something by sleeping on a lumpy, old couch."

"Oh, nonsense. You took me in. The least I could do is let your sleep in your own bed, Albert. Come up here. We'll share."

"Are you sure?" He asked reluctantly, inching his way closer to me.

"Don't be silly. Just get up here." I motioned to the empty, cold space beside me.

"Very well." He placed the duvet back on the bed then began to strip away his clothes.

"What are you doing?" I shrieked, covering my eyes as he pulled his shirt over his head, "You were planning on...sleeping. Yes?"

"Yes, of course. I sleep in my underclothes. I hope that's okay. If it's not-"

I relaxed after that, actually laughing at myself for assuming the worst, "No, that's fine. I just - it's nothing. I'm sorry."

"You don't plan to sleep in your corset, do you?" He asked, sliding into bed beside me, revealing his muscular chest to the open air, "I could - help you . . . if you'd like?"

"I suppose that would be helpful." I mumbled, "Thank you."

"Well, first I've got to be able to get to your corset..." He mumbled, reaching for the hem of my dress, "May I?" Albert asked permission. I nodded, and within seconds, I was able to breath properly again, "Forgive me. I think I've ripped it." He guffawed in disbelief. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Clearly you have plenty of experience with the gentlewoman, Mr. Ervine." I giggled, peeling at my dress until my underclothes were all that was left, "You don't mind, do you?" I asked.

"Of - of course of not." He was gaping. I wasn't sure whether it was in astonishment or appreciation. It was still funny either way.

"I really do appreciate this, Albert. You know, I think you might could very well be the only man I know who wouldn't jump at the opportunity to bed a half-naked, scared-to-death girl." I realized.

"Obviously you haven't known very many good people then. I've said it a hundred times, I'll say it again. I won't try anything. If we're going to be roommates back home, then we should be nothing more than friends now."

"I suppose that makes sense. How do you think your mother will react to you bringing a girl home?" I chuckled, resting my chin against him chest and looking up at his twinkling eyes, "Because I can tell by that mortified look that you've never done it before."

"Alright, that's enough. Go to sleep." He chortled away, shoving my head into the pillow.

"Good night, Albert." I mumbled, finally closing my eyes, preparing for whatever awaited me in the dream world.

A/N: Next chapter is not one that I'm looking forward to writing, but I may have it out by this next Friday! Thanks for hanging in there!
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