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Mary's cheeks flushed at his words, though she was smiling. "I look forward to learning how to make you feel good. As you know, my first time was... unenjoyable."

That was an understatement. Pamuk forced himself upon her, rutted her like a hog and then died. She experienced no pleasure whatsoever, only several years of trauma and a ruined reputation. Mary knew that was part of why her father was open to her marrying Jim; Jim didn't give a damn about her reputation. He would probably have to be gentle in bed with her at first, to show her that sex could be pleasurable. Mary certainly wanted it to be.

[ooc: I can attempt a probably terrible Dowager Countess for you at some point. She will hate him, probably lol. But he might be able to charm her eventually.]

"Like I told you before, that barely counted," Jim shrugged. Some guy forcing himself on a woman wasn't sex. There was a word for it, which Jim wasn't going to use only because it was something Mary didn't seem too keen on talking about, and he understood why. It boiled his blood, though, knowing that anyone would have once called that a gentleman. Jim may have slept with a number of people himself, but he never did anything of that kind— and he could only imagine that Pamuk had done it with other women too.

"And I look forward to making you feel good too." Actually at this point, Jim would easily say that was his priority.

[ ooc: well he's an american so yes, she'd probably hate him. But it's fine, Jim likes a challenge. He charmed her dad, he can charm her grandma. ]

Mary nodded, her eyes on his chest and not his face. "You will have to be gentle with me," she said quietly. There was still some fear on her part, even if being with Jim meant being with someone she loved as opposed to someone she hardly knew. Pamuk had died in her bed and Mary wondered how much of it was her fault. Technically the man killed himself, as all she'd really been able to do was lie there. She hadn't done anything. Still, it rang in her head that he died while being with her, so she must be the cause.

Jim caught Mary's hands, cupping them with his own and pulling them to his chest. "Mary," he kissed her fingertips, then tried to get her to look at him. "I love you. I'll never do anything to hurt you, and I'll never do anything you don't want me to. If you want me to stop, then I'll stop. If when time comes you'd rather wait, then we'll wait. You can ask for whatever you want, whether it is for me to do something or to do nothing at all."

He'd be lying if he said he didn't want her terribly, but he would never try to talk her into doing something before she was ready. They had their whole lives together, after all, so one thing they'd have was time. And as she was well aware at this point, Jim could be very patient when something or someone was worth it.

She looked up, meeting his eyes and seeing how earnest he was. That was something she had always loved about him, his determination. Mary kissed him softly.

"Believe me, I know it will be different with you. We love each other. I want you, though I admit that I will be nervous on our wedding night."

They would be staying at his cottage that night so that they could have complete privacy to do as they wished.

Jim smiled again, kissing her knuckles, then letting her hands settle on his chest again as his dropped to her sides.

"That's fine. We'll work through that together." Jim felt confident enough that he could make her feel at ease, despite any initial nervousness and embarrassment. And anything that made her uncomfortable, they could just not do at all.

For now he returned that soft kiss with one of his own, lifting a hand up to cup her cheek, and smiling as he pulled away. "Should we continue our walk? Just in case your father gets suspicious and sends someone to come find us."

"Oh, I'm sure he's suspicious every moment that we're alone together."

Not that it really mattered. She was not a virgin and Jim could give a damn. But she would rather not get pregnant before she was married.

She tucked her hand back in the crook of his arm. "Yes," she said. "Let's walk for a bit more and then rejoin my family."

[ooc: wrap this and move on to their wedding night?]

[ ooc: sounds great! Should I set up a starter for us? :) ]

[ooc: you may! Or hell, we can just continue it in this thread if you want. Up to you. I'm about to start getting up and getting ready for the stuff I have to do today, so if I disappear, that's why.]

[ ooc: that's alright! I have work in a little while too, so maybe we'll miss each other, sadly. in the meantime here is the starter, hope it works! ]

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