I wrote a kind of part 2.

"Does it worry you that you've never been with a woman before?"

They were walking the long way back through the fields, their hands clasped snuggly together. Though she asked it out of the blue, she asked it softly. But still, the question surprised him, and he was, inevitably, taken aback.

"Is it that obvious?" he asked after a moment, "That I haven't?"

"No," she assured him, "But I know you. And we're going to get married, so I thought we needed to talk about it. Don't you think it would?" she asked.

"Yes, I think it probably would," he agreed, "I wanted to, but I didn't quite know how to start."

"Well, I've started us off," she told him gently, "It's been weighing on my mind as well. We need to talk about it and I can't imagine they'll give us a moment to ourselves up at the house, so I thought-… Now."

He nodded.

"Yes, you're right."

Their pace had significantly dwindled. They were standing amongst the long grass of the meadow, barely advancing at all.

There was a pause.

"I have been wondering," he told her after a moment, "And I didn't know when to ask. Have you ever-… before?"

"Yes," she replied, "I have."

"With-… the man who sent you to prison?"

"Yes," she told him.

"Was it-… what was it like?" he asked quietly.

"Difficult," she replied, she smiled gently at the disconcerted look on his face, "But that was because I knew he wouldn't give me anything like what I was willing to give him."

He still looked uneasy. Her hand reached for his again squeezing it tightly.

"It won't be like that with us," she told him, "I know it won't. What we have is completely different- I trust you to give me everything you can. And I don't want you to be worried about it, I especially don't want that."

"I'm not worried," his head had been bowed a little, looking at the ground but now he raised his eyes, looking at her, "I trust you too."

She smiled at him.

"I'm glad," she replied, "I don't want to do anything you don't want to."

Slowly, at a gentle pace, they were gradually ascending the incline in the middle of the field.

"That's what I was worried about too," he replied, "Because I thought, that's to say I suspected, that you may have had-… less than enjoyable experiences in the past. Which is admittedly more useful than a complete lack of experience, but even so-…"

She laid a gentle hand on his arm.

"Well, you needn't worry," she told him softly, a smile playing on her lips again, "I know we're going to be alright. More than alright. I know it every time you kiss me."

"Do you?" he asked, a look of such a mixture of shock and pride on his face that she could not help but laugh.

"Yes, you daft man!" she told him, tugging gently on his hand, pulling him closer to her. She tilted her head back so that the brim of her hat did not get in the way as she offered her lips up to his. She felt his hand touching her cheek, holding her face as he tenderly kissed her on the mouth. Her arms wound themselves around his neck and she deepened their kiss.

"I love you," she murmured as they broke apart, "I think we're going to be alright."

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