Note: I kept this fic from my other Comfortember collection because I didn't want to change the rating on them. This is also my first time writing an M rated fic, so, I hope you like this! And this will make more sense if you've read Chapters 2 and 3 of 'Just the way you are'.

More notes: This isn't the 1st M rated fic that I've posted (it's the 1st for this site, my 1st mature fic was posted on A03 with the title 'A Night to Remember', which is a A03 exclusive because I don't feel comfortable posting it on here. :), but this IS the 1st one that I wrote! So again, I hope you like this!

At dinner

Hetty was talking about a conversation she had at a lunch meeting about her and Granger's honeymoon.

'And then I told him 'Not that it's any of your business, but we didn't have sex until the last day of our honeymoon because we were both under the weather!'. Then he and his wife looked at me weird. Like, since when does when you and your husband have sex after getting married so important?! I got out of there soon after that. Couldn't stand to be with them any longer.' Hetty said.

'Speaking of, is there a reason there was a condom on my nightstand?' Granger asked.

Blushing. 'Oh. Well, our anniversary is coming up. Thought you might want to um, 'celebrate'.

'Oh.'

'Like really. It wasn't your fault that you accidentally ate bad food at the reception and got sick, and yet they were ready to judge you for it!' Hetty continued.

'Um, about that…'

'I honestly don't get people like that.'

'I got sick on purpose!' Granger blurted out.

Silence.

'What?' Hetty asked, stunned.

'I didn't want to have sex with you on our wedding night, and I didn't know how to tell you, so I ate bad food on purpose so I'd have an excuse.'

More silence

'Let me get this straight, you got sick on purpose that night, just so we couldn't have sex on our wedding night?' Hetty asked.

'Yes, and I'm really sorry.' Granger replied.

'I need a moment to think. Alone.'

Granger went to sit on the couch in the living room, while Hetty went into the bathroom.

After 20 minutes, Hetty came downstairs wanting to know the truth.

'Why didn't you tell me? I'm not mad, I just want to know.' Hetty said.

'Sigh. In the few weeks before the wedding, some 'friends' of mine started getting on my case about the wedding night. And that's when I started getting nervous. I've slept with women before, so it shouldn't have been an issue to begin with. But with you, it's different because I know you have insecurities about letting anyone get really close to our naked body, and I didn't want to risk hurting you. I tried to get up the nerve to tell you, but I was afraid of what you might think of me if I told you that I didn't want to have sex with you on the happiest day of our lives. So, I chickened out, and ate bad food at the reception so I would get sick, and it worked.' Granger said.

Silence.

'But, we had sex 4 days later when we couldn't go anywhere. What made you change your mind?' Hetty asked.

'After the stomach issues went away, I was going to take another crack at telling you, but you weren't feeling too good, so I left it alone. Then I woke up the next morning to find you on the floor of the bathroom next to the toilet riddled with fever. That whole day when you asleep in bed riding it off, I felt horrible for keeping it from you. So the next day, when we found out that it was going to rain all day, I asked if we could have sex, so maybe I wouldn't feel so guilty anymore. And as far as I know, we both enjoyed it, so that helped.'

Hetty took a minute to ponder on what he said. Then she sat down next to him.

'Thank you for your honesty. And, I was keeping something from you during that time as well. I, didn't want to have sex either.' She confessed.

Granger was stunned.

'Yeah. I was feeling the same pressure as you on the whole 'wedding night' thing. And I felt uncomfortable about telling you because I didn't want you to think less of me for your exact reason. Having sex with you, would mean letting you see every scar that I've gotten over the years, either from surgeries, or the ones that were inflicted upon me. And I didn't feel too good about that, considering the ones on my back were still considerably visible from Vietnam.' Hetty said.

'And I'll admit, I was a little nervous about letting you see all of my scars as well, even though, you know about some of them.' Granger replied.

'And also, The only time I've ever come close to having sex is a few times while undercover. And I can't remember if I've actually done the real thing with anyone. So, that was probably going to be my first time! And I was nervous.'

'Yet, we both seemed to really enjoy that kind of intimacy.'

'I did, but truth be told. I was glad when it was over.' Hetty said.

'I was too.'

'I think we should make an agreement: That we agree to only have sex if we really want to, not because we feel pressured by anyone. Deal?' Hetty asked.

'Deal.'

And they both shook hands on it.

'So, what should I do with the condom I found on my nightstand?' Granger asked.

'Oh, you can put that away. I'm not up to having sex any time soon.' Hetty replied.

'You still like it when we make out, right?'

'Very much so!'

'Good to know.'

Flashback to the honeymoon:

'So, you really want to do this, right?' Hetty asked.

'Yeah. I mean, we haven't already, we'll be stuck in here all day, you up to it?' Granger replied.

Awkwardly, 'Yeah, yeah. Just, can we just kiss for a while to get comfortable?'

'Good idea.'

It took a few minutes of hot kissing before Hetty felt comfortable enough to reveal her scars.

Stunned by her beauty, 'You're beautiful.'

'You really think so? They're not ugly, or weird looking, or anything?'

'Not to me.' Granger replied.

That was enough for her to hear.

She got on him and full on French kissed him for a couple of minutes.

He kissed her face, her neck, her shoulders, and her chest.

And when it was all over:

'You, are, a, really, good, kisser!' Hetty replied, chuckling.

'You're the same!' Granger replied.

'I'm, really glad you were so gentle with my scars.'

'You're too hard on yourself, you're a beautiful person.'

'You may think that, but not a lot of people do.' Hetty said.

'Well screw them!'

'I'm so glad I married you.'

'I'm glad I did too.'

Endnote: Yeah, also my first time writing this kind of scene! I now suddenly have a lot of respect for smut writers who are always writing these kind of scenes!