I've been wanting to write this all week but it's been super busy. Hope you like it.

She smiled at him as he closed the door behind them both. She could tell he was nervous, though he returned her smile, he exuded nerves. It was up to her to reassure him. She reached out slowly, taking him by the hands and leading him a little more into the room.

"Happy birthday, Joseph," she told him softly.

"It has been," he replied, "Thanks to you."

"I suppose it's not every year you get married," she replied quietly, feeling herself blushing slightly.

"No," he replied, "It's definitely not."

She smiled warmly at him.

"I love you," she told him softly.

"I love you too, Phyllis," he replied.

Her lips brushed tenderly against his, but then there was a silence. She brushed her thumbs over his knuckles. He paused for just a little too long to disguise his discomfort.

"But you're frightened of me," she told him softly, "I don't want you to be frightened of me."

"No, I'm not," he assured her.

"You are at the moment," she replied.

"No," he told her, "I'm not frightened of you-…"

"Then you're frightened of what you think we have to do," she brushed her hand gently against his cheek, "We don't have to do anything, Joseph. Not if you don't want to."

"I do want to," he replied quietly, "I just-… I'm not sure. I've never-…"

"I know, I know," she told him soothingly, her hand falling to his shoulder and resting there.

She ran her thumb along the shoulder of his suit jacket.

"If you want this to happen, Joseph," she told him quietly, "Just kiss me. And then follow me," her face lingered close to his as she leant towards him, "Alright?"

He nodded just before she pressed her lips to his again. She felt his hands gently touching her waist and she leant in closer, deepening the kiss, allowing her arms to wrap around his neck.

When they broke apart, she was pleasantly breathless.

"I love the way you kiss me," she told him gently, her forehead resting against his, her hand slipping under the neck of his jacket.

She heard his breath tremble and she smiled up at him.

"I think we're going to be alright," she told him gently, "I'm sure of it."

"I just want-…" he looked at her imploringly, "I just want to be good enough for you."

"Of course you're good enough for me," she told him, her hand moving back to his face again, kissing his cheek, "Of course you are. Joseph, my darling, how could you think you weren't?"

She kissed her way back to his lips, her hand slipping under his jacket, pushing it off and onto the floor.

"Are you ready to follow me?" she asked him.

He nodded gently.

"Come on, then," she told him, tugging on his hand, "Lie down with me."

They moved towards the double bed, leaving his jacket lying on the floor. They stood at the same side of the bed, still holding hands.

"You should take your dress off," he told her, "I mean, it's nice," he added hastily, a moment later, "You'll crease it."

She smiled at him, raising her hands to the pearly little buttons at her throat, going down the middle of her cream dress.

"Will you help me?" she asked him.

He nodded. His hands trembled as they worked on the fastenings.

Her dress fell open to the waist, exposing her white lace brassiere beneath. She saw his eyes settle on her, widening, taking her in. She could not help but feel a little thrill of relief at the look on his face. His hands were still reaching out to her, hovering less than an inch away from touching her skin.

"Touch me, Joseph," she murmured, "Please."

His fingers traced along her collarbone, running down her arms, pushing the shoulders of her dress off. It pooled at her feet, fell onto the floor.

"Leave it," she told him gently, stepping out of it, "Come here."

She tugged the front of his waistcoat, pulling him down to sit on the bed with her before unfastening it as he had done with her dress. His eyes were still combing her body. She kissed him again, not dying away from pressing her body close to his. He groaned quietly. Her arms wrapped around his neck again, and she allowed herself to topple backwards, pulling him over her.

His body covered hers. He still looked a little nervous as he leant over her.

"Are you alright?" she asked him.

"Yes," he replied.

"I'm glad," she replied, pulling him down for another kiss.

"This is the most alright I've ever been," he told her.

"Good," she pushed herself closer to him, wrapping her leg over his, hearing him gasp quietly, revelling in the sound.

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse.

"I'm so in love with you," he told her.

"And I am with you," she replied.

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