My Story: R.M.S Titanic [Completed]

27: A Swim

I had my bathing suit on which was a simple black with white trimming. It was a short dress that went to my mid-thigh, tights that went to my knees, and wool stockings that came to my knees. My sleeves came about three-fourths down my arms and I had pinned up my hair so it would stay out of my face. Scott's bathing suit was thined straped on the top and went a fourth down his leg. I stood on the top step of the pool while Scott ventured into the deeper water and ducked under the water.

"Mae, you need to step into the water more than that. I won't let anything happen to you," Scott said as he made his way back to me. I stepped on to the next step and he laughed. "Are you scared of the water?" he asked. I pouted.

"Of course not," I lied as he assisted me down the step so my feet were touching the bottom of the pool. It was warm yet cool so the wool didn't make me uncomfortable. Scott held my waist and stood on my side.

"Water is the only element that can either be your friend and your enemy. You can't be scared of it, otherwise it is only your enemy. I am going to make you float and I don't want you to freak out. I'll be here the whole time," he said. I nodded as he pulled my feet up and leveled out my body.

"Scott," I panicked as he started to let go. He instantly put his hands back under me and for a moment I could only hear the water in my ears.

"Relax," he told me, "Close your eyes and think about something relaxing." I closed my eyes and thought about a future with Scott. I would be happy and Scott would make sure that I would be save. We would have a dog and some kids that would be running around and being groomed to be the perfect young adults. We would be safe and our children will never have to know the pain that we went though when we were younger.

"Scotty," I said and I felt my upper body come out of the water a moment later. I opened my eyes and saw Scott smiling at me.

"You were floating by yourself. I stepped back to let you float," he said and I smiled.

"It was something else," I told him.

"After Samuel died, the shipbuilder that I was working for wanted to make sure that I could swim so he taught me how to swim," he said. I moved his hair that was plastered to his forehead and he looked at me.

"In London, we don't have many place to swim in so my parents never took the time to teach me," I told him as I stood on my tip toes to get to the height I was normally at when I wore my shoes.

"I couldn't be an officer if I didn't know how to swim. On smaller ships that I have worked on, there has been more than once where we had to jump in our uniforms to save a person. It's nice to just be on a swim with the person I care about the most in this world," he said. I splashed some water at him and he laughed.

"I don't think that floating is the only thing to swiming now, is it?" I asked. He splashed some water at me and I giggled.

"Come here," he said as he held me by my waist. He faced my head towards the water and I looked at him. "Kick your feet," he told me and I kicked them up and down. He spun in a circle while holding on to me.

"Scotty!" I exclaimed as he started to tickle my side. It was such a childish behavior and most women would have turned their noses up to such behavior. However, I was the only woman there and Scott wasn't do anything wrong.

"Heavens! Is that feeling uncomfortable for you?" Scott asked as I put my stocking covered feet back on the bottom of the pool.

"No, but these stockings are," I said as I started to walk away from him.

"Then take them off," he stated. I froze. First class ladies never took off their swimming stockings.

"Scott, that is something that a lady can never do," I said and he walked closer to me.

"No one will ever know," he said. I walked to the stairs and sat down. He came over and started taking my stockings off. I held his shoulders as he put my stockings on the edge of the pool. I stood and wiggled my toes on the bottom of the pool.

"I feel so... scandalous," I told him and he looked at our feet next to each other.

"You have beautiful legs, Miss Morgan," he said, "They are the most feminine legs that I have ever seen and they make you more feminine than you already are." I blushed.

"Well, Mr. Sire, your body is the most masculine that I ever seen. Absolutely no other first class gentleman is as masculine as you are," I told him as my hands found their way to his arms that were purely muscle and he held my waist.

"I am glad to know that you are keeping your eyes set on me," he said and I smiled at him.

"I wouldn't want any other man in the world than the man that is in front of me," I said and he smiled at me as he leaned down to kiss me.

"And I wouldn't want any other woman in the world than the woman that is in front of me," he said and I hid in my own shoulder as my necklace caught the light and sent several colours across the surface of the pool making me smile. He laughed a little and swung me around in a circle, making laughter erupt from my mouth.