*mature-ish?*

Linda O'Shea had been a Reagan for three hours now, and she loved every second of it. The only thing that was bugging her was the honeymoon. She was nervous, she had never had sex in her life, and she had heard all sorts of horror stories about the first time.

"Hey," her husband, Danny, called her out of her thoughts, "you're thinking loudly."

Linda sighed mentally, "just happy to be married to you." She smiled and kissed his cheek. They were fifteen minutes away from the hotel, and her stomach was in knots.

Linda's chest got tight as the bellhop showed them their room. She gulped, surveying the pretty room. She watched Danny tip the bellhop, wondering how long it would be until...

"Linda?"

"Hm?" She raised her eyebrows, hoping she didn't look too clueless.

"Are you okay? You seem..." Danny placed his hands on her shoulders, "incredibly nervous."

"I am nervous, Danny." She crossed her arms, "in case you haven't noticed, I'm a virgin."

"I know that. Remember? You told me on a date, and I respect your decision to wait... but it is our honeymoon, babe."

She nodded, "I know... but what if I'm not good? Or what if I do something wrong? Or what if I don't satisfy you? Or-"

Danny kissed her lips, cutting her off. He caressed her cheek, swiping his tongue over her lips. She opened her mouth, and he massaged her tongue with his. He pulled back too soon for Linda's liking, "Linda."

"Mmmyeah?" The blonde asked, slowly opening her eyes.

"You'll be perfect, don't worry. And I'll be very gentle."

He grabbed her hand, "where are we going?"

"Bathroom."

"Why?"

"Because I'm gonna break the... whatever it is, and it's gonna bleed. And we don't wanna mess up the hotel sheets."

"Oh yeah... but I don't know what to do."

"Linda, you read campy romance novels. You really haven't learned what to do?"

"It's just-"

"Linda. You. Will. Be. A. Maze. Ing." He kissed her between words and syllables. He snuck his hands up her sweater, kissing her neck. The soft fabric was removed form her body, the cool air rushing over her exposed skin.

Goosebumps prickled Linda's skin, making her shiver. She traced the hem of Danny's bright orange sweater. She pulled it over his head, feeling her mouth water when she saw his toned chest. She placed a kiss on his heart, right under his Semper Fi tattoo. Tattoo? She pulled back, tracing the green words. "Semper Fi."

"Code of the Marines. Always-"

"Faithful, I know... when did you get it?"

"Uh, halfway through my tour."

Linda nodded, tracing it again, "it's a good motto." She kissed his heart again, working his belt out of his jeans. She kissed his lips again, gasping a little when he squeezed her butt.


"Are you ready?" Danny wondered, both of them naked in the shower.

Linda nodded, holding her breath.

Danny nodded back and lined himself up, "on three, alright?"

Linda nodded again. It may not be the most sexy first time...

"One... two..."

"Two and a half."

He smiled a little at her, "three."

Linda shut her eyes, waiting for the pain. She let out a tiny yelp, immediately covering her mouth with her hand. "I'm okay, keep going."

Danny kissed her lips, caressing her side. His lips moved to her neck, making sure to be extra very careful.

Linda looked down, seeing her and her husband joined together. She tilted her head, watching the blood drip down to the drain.

Danny looked down, too, "Does that bug you?"

"The blood? I'm a female... let's continue, hm?"

"With pleasure."


Linda smiled, looking at her husband. She snuggled closer to him, "I'm glad I married you."

He returned her smile, "I'm glad I married you." He kissed her passionately, "Mrs. Reagan."

She sighed contently, "Mrs. Danny Reagan. I like it." She kissed his cheek; marrying him was definitely the best decision of her life.