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Quickly, Rannoch's head shook in reply to her question. "No, I haven't," he replied, his words steady as he looked at his wife. "I've come to understand that this is a really personal thing, and I've never been as close to anybody as I am to you," he explained, feeling a wash of blush settle over the bridge of his nose. 

It was miraculous how quickly his emotions were shifting with the conversation; it was a ride Rannoch had experienced only once. But, this moment was not about reflecting on where they had been— it was a time in their life to take their relationship to the next level. 

Feeling suddenly bashful, Rannoch looked away suddenly as doubts plagued his intentions. "I don't even know if I'll be very good at it," he admitted, his voice giving way a sense of fear that he had not intended to put forward. "But I hope I am because I want you to enjoy this, and I hope you will." Rannoch's eyes slowly found hers again, and he smiled weakly.