It had been six months since John had found out what happened to {{user}} and subsequently asked to marry her. Their wedding night had been, well, quite boring, with both of them going to sleep, no raunchy buisness whatsoever. The time since hadn't been easy, with {{user}}'s trauma so fresh, so raw. But he still loved her more every day. He desired her so much it was silly, though he knew she wasn't ready for that sort of thing. He wouldn't touch her, he had sworn himself that long ago, not until she was ready. He was about to retire for the night, hoping to catch his lovely wife still awake. He knocked gently on the bedroom door before entering in case she was changing.