Rose giggled as she held Gustave's hand tight following him through the hall of mirrors. He moved conviction, dodging other people, causing Rose to move quick, her pink dress brushing the people.

"I'm sorry!" She called over her shoulder.

Gustave stopped abruptly, "Finally! I thought I'd never find it again!" He slid his foot along the bottom of rectangle mirror piece in front of him until he heard the spring pop.

"Is this what I think it is?" Rose whispered.

The mirror slid left, halfway into a compartment revealing a chamber. The Young Mister rushed in and smiled at his companion. She skipped in and kicked the lever allowing the mirror to slid back into place.

"I thought we were beyond such childish actions," Rose laced her fingers together behind her back and rocked back and forth on her heels.

"Then why did you follow me in here?" Gustave slid an old board across the door for extra protection.

Rose giggled, "Because I thought the Hall of Mirrors had been updated."

"It has. You didn't notice it took us longer to get here?" The young man pulled her hands apart and out from behind her back.

"Not really, we were moving awfully fast," Rose moved her hands down the front of his trousers. His arousal was even more obvious through the thin linen of his summer weight trousers.

"Goose!"

"Not so loud!" Gustave whispered. "Did you forget the room isn't soundproof?"

"You hear that? Other people are lost too!" A male voice called out from the other side of the mirrors. "I told you they changed it this year!"

The young lovers turned and looked through the double-sided mirrors that surrounded the small room. They giggled at the faces of the perplexed men. Rose then turned and looked around the small secret, yet not so secret room. The light the penetrated from the other side was just enough for her to see Gustave had put thought into this. There were pillows and a plush quilt on the floor.

"And what is this about?" She removed her hands from his trousers cupped his face. "Is this why you are filled with need?"

Gustave took her hands into his and walked his fiancée towards the quilt. "We have our wedding date set, our honeymoon planned…it's only a little over two months away…"

"September 9th…" Rose smiled larger.

"I've been thinking seriously about what you said that one day," his breath heavy.

"What did I say?"

"You know…about how you believe it is okay to be passionate?" Gustave sat down on the quilt. He patted the spot beside him and Rose sat down.

"Yes, and you were worried that being so would disgrace me and disappoint God. And you were worried we would end up like your parents."

"However, you have a different understanding of how God loves and understands passionate people…and He forgives…" The Young Mister raised his hand to his sweetheart's cheek and caressed it.

"Especially when He knows when people are in love. He brings those people together. He brought your parents back together and your mother wasn't disgraced." Rose leaned back onto the pillows. Keeping her feet planted on the quilt, she spread her legs and hiked her pink skirt and petticoats above her knees.

"Quit being coy, Goose. I know you tire of pleasuring yourself just as I do."

"Rose! I am trying to be romantic!"

She giggled and raised her hand to him, "There wasn't a single word in our discussion about romance. It was about passion. There's nothing romantic about the secret room in the house of mirrors; but it is passionate!"

Gustave swallowed, "And planned."

"I appreciate the thoughts of comforts," She patted the pillow her head rested on.

"I brought prophylactics with me is what I mean when this was planned, Rose."

Rose sat back up and took Gustave's hands into hers. She tilted her head, eyes lit with curiosity, "I'm listening."

The young man sighed, "It's just that we are going to be married. We will be husband and wife, real adults." He looked back out the windows of the room, "You telling me to stay here this summer made me feel almost like a kid again. You coming to visit on the weekends with us sneaking around for stolen kisses and touches reminded me of that first summer we met and how we got into trouble and then would proceed to come up with clever ways to lose our chaperone."

"Not just summer, all the times we'd meet in the park after school," Rose's nose crinkled as she smiled.

"That's just it!" He pulled her into his arms. "This summer reminded me of the joy you brought to my life by giving me a partner in crime. The joy of someone who taught me what it was like to have a normal life."

"And yet…" Rose smiled coyly.

Goose sighed, "And yet you wanted someone to teach you what it was like to not have a normal life. With all of this in mind…I don't want our first time to be on our wedding night in a bed. I mean it's kind of what I always wanted it to be. After the life I had and seeing my parents, all I wanted was to be normal and boring. But you showed me it was okay to not be normal; the beauty underneath was what we called it. And that sometimes normal isn't normal at all. You showed me God loves all and that together we can see beauty in everything!"

Rose ran her fingers through his hair, "The point, Goose?"

He chuckled, "The point our first time needs to be stolen like our first kiss in one of Phantasma's hiding places. And stolen in the sense that I knew I wanted it to be. And what better day than Independence Day when everyone will leave us alone?"

Rose leaned in and kissed her soon-to-be-husband passionately. Fingers trespassed removing his vest as he had foregone a jacket and tie. Just the right number of buttons on her dress and gromets on her corset were undone. Rose laid back on the pillows her chest trembling as Gustave's tongue lightly licked her exposed nipples. He lowered his head between her spread legs and raised skirts.

"Do you want me to remove your pantalettes?" The Young Mister asked breathless.

"No, no."

Oh dear where do I put my tongue? He lifted his eyes to Rose. "I saw this in a book once." He leaned in and licked the pink petals sticking out from between the gusset of her pantalettes. Oh...what is that taste? Is that normal? Will Papa be mad if I ask him?

The young lady bucked her hips and gasped. "Again! But higher and to the center."

Gustave obeyed but only a few more times. He pushed himself up on his knees and finally freed his manhood from his trousers and drawers.

Glassy-eyed, Rose smiled, "Pull your trousers all the way down. I want to see."

"See what?"

"Your birthmark, silly," Rose sat up and unhooked one side of his suspenders.

"How…how do you…" The young man's already pink cheeks turned red.

"Your mother told me I'd see you had…" A darker blush now covered her cheeks. "Now is not the time for how I know. Just let me see."

He pulled her hands away from the other side of his suspenders, "You won't like it, Rose. Don't ruin this."

"But I love you, Gustave. All of you," She placed a kiss on the head of his cock. And smiled.

He sighed before finishing the buttons on his suspenders. He flung them over his shoulders and pushed his trousers and drawers down to his knees, his cock popping back up as the pushed it down passing over it.

Rose giggled, then softly ran the tips of her fingers over the large red spots on his groin and inter thighs. Gustave closed his eyes and took a breath in between his lips.

"I can't wait much longer, Rose. May we please?"

"Yes," her whisper barely audible as she laid back down.

He pulled the condom from his pocket and removed it from its packaging.

"Do you know how it works?"

"I practiced once." Gustave rolled it on before mounting Rose. He guided himself into her fully and groaned into shoulder as he wasted no time thrusting back and forth.

Rose's feet, still her shoes, rose up onto her heels. Nails dug deep and hard into his back, "It hurts, Goose!"

"You feel amazing!" He pushed faster inside of her.

The young lady squirmed, as she pulled her legs in closer. It burned and stretched at the same time. She dug her nails in deeper still into his back. "Goose, please…" She whimpered.

A visceral gurgle escaped the young man's throat before he collapsed onto his fiancée. The only thing now moving on him was his chest as he gasped for breath. Oh this is exhilarating! Oh this is what it like to share passion with the one you love! No wonder mother and father are always at it!

Smiling, Gustave turned his head to look at his fiancée, "Oh Rose, now I truly understand passion!" His expression quickly changed to horror upon seeing her face contorted and covered in tears. He pushed himself up on his knees. "Oh Rose, you're crying…is everything alright?"

"That was nothing like your mother said it would be! You're nothing like your father!" Her words came out in angry sobs as she sat up. "Leave me alone! Do not speak!" She swiftly adjusted her corset, dress and skirts before standing, whimpering loud as a pain pierced between her legs. Despite this, she kicked the board away from the door and the latch the opened the secret door. She wiped her face before turning to look at her fiancée, "Don't come looking for me, I'll find you before the weekend is over."

Once the door was closed, Gustave looked down and gasped. The condom was covered in blood. In a rush to hide his sin, he pulled it off almost spilling its contents. Oh what did I do? Oh God what did I do? I hurt her! This won't be forgiven!

Author's Note: Condoms in this era and earlier were mostly known to be used when visiting prostitutes as a way to prevent venereal diseases. However, there are examples of them being used as birth control. A family with Mr. Y's money and status would have ways to gain access to them to use them in this form. Gustave using them for birth control versus his parents shows the shift in acceptability.