Author's Note: These are series of prompts that I've written for fanfic50 on LiveJournal. They're all John/Evie and they are within my finally named "Sex, Lies, and Puddlejumpers" 'verse that consists so far of "Bound and Determined", "Dirty Little Secret", and "Growing Pains." These one-shots may reference events from any of those three fics, but will not go beyond them, i.e. nothing past Aiden going to college. Since those fics span eighteen years, I'll be nice and put a timeline reference at the beginning of each prompt.

Disclaimer: If you've seen them on the TV show, they're not mine; any other characters belong to me, please don't use them without my permission.

These are all unbetaed, so any mistakes are completely my fault.

Prompt #6 - Innocence

(takes place immediately after John and Evie's marriage ceremony on Venalia)

Evie nervously twisted a strand of hair around her finger. Of course she was a little bit…turned-on was probably the right word, she decided. But mostly she was nervous as heck and scared out of her mind. Would it feel good? Could she make him feel good? Would it hurt? Would she actually have to do anything but just lie there?

She knew that John would know exactly what he was doing, and she hoped that she didn't come across as an inexperienced idiot. She hadn't read magazines like Cosmo, and she'd never ever looked at porn. Obviously she knew what went where, but that was about the extent of her knowledge.

John had confessed the names of seven other women to her. Seven. And two of those had been long-term relationships. He was probably an expert. Probably knew all the hotspots and a zillion positions. Evie glanced over at the bed. He better not expect her to be on top.

She hoped he took a while chopping the wood.

John hoped it didn't take him much longer to finish chopping the firewood. He respected the hell out of Evie's commitment to wait, but it had taken a good deal of willpower not to jump her during the last two months. And now she was up there in a cozy little bedroom, wearing something naughty Summer had given her. That mental image combined with the incredibly hot kiss she'd given him before running up the stairs… Horny was the right word, John decided.

He hoped she wasn't freaking out. Sure, it was fine for them to both be nervous as hell; he knew every couple's first time had a certain level of accompanying anxiety. He just didn't want her to feel like she was being judged. They'd snuck off to talk candidly last week when they'd decided that they were serious about getting hitched somewhere in Pegasus, and Evie had confessed that she was worried he'd compare her to other girls he'd slept with.

John picked up a fresh log and split it easily. He'd promised her that he wouldn't grade her performance; he'd been a virgin once, too. He'd told her that it was okay that the sex wouldn't be great at first. She'd taken that as an offense and almost started crying, and he'd tried to convince her that the first few times with anyone usually sucked. And, honestly, they did.

But John didn't care; he loved her.

Evie eyed herself in the mirror critically. She'd taken her hair down and her dangling earrings out. She'd even removed her dogtags and fastened them around her ankle so they wouldn't detract from what she was wearing. She thought she looked good in the lingerie Summer had given her -- sexy, even. It was almost a "teddy"; the red bra-top clasped in the front and had sheer material attached that parted in the front and hung down just past the lacy, scarlet underwear. She looked down at her smallish chest and decided that she was glad the bra wasn't a push-up. What good was false advertising on a wedding night, anyway? She cupped her clothed breasts in her hands and pushed them up a little, creating more cleavage.

She hoped that John would be pleased with her body.

John wasn't even putting conscious effort into chopping the wood anymore. His mind was already upstairs, imagining them both naked and tangled together under the sheets.

He loved her. Wanted her. Wanted to feel her embrace without three pesky layers of clothing between them. Wanted to feel every curve of her beautiful body. Wanted to taste her skin. Wanted to make her feel…

Every time John brought the axe down, the word gentle echoed in his mind. He knew he had to be gentle with her. She'd never done this before. He would have to take things calm and gentle, which was a notch below what he'd dreamt about all last night. He didn't think his feelings were aggressive, just possessive.

And then, the second time, he was going to go so slowly, finding every little spot that made her breathing hitch, made her moan, made her gasp his name. Then when they were spent again, he'd pull her into his arms, feeling her skin against his, and just lay there.

John turned and reached for another piece of wood. There was none. He grinned widely as he swung a last time, embedding the axe blade in the stump. You are so mine, he thought to himself as he dashed up the stairs to the room they'd been given. He knocked on the door, then wondered why he'd done so, and opened it himself.

Evie jumped, pulled abruptly from her self-reflection.

"Little nervous, beautiful?" John teased.

Evie nodded, blushing.

John gave her an easy smile, then entered the bedroom and closed the door behind him.