Is It A Dream?

I Think I'm Ready

Linda kissed Danny again, lightly scraping her nails on the back of his neck. She felt warmth flush over her entire body, something she hadn't felt in a while. She found herself thinking back to last winter, before any of the awful events had happened. If it were back then, I'd definitely want sex... but do I want it now? What if I'm not-
Danny interrupted Linda's thoughts with another moan. He was holding back, not wanting to hurt or scare his wife. He would've laid her down and started kissing her neck if she wasn't so jumpy and nervous. Danny moaned again. How could he be this turned on this fast? Was it something about Linda's vulnerability?
Linda moved her hands to Danny's shirt, playing with his buttons. She was debating with herself whether or not to unbutton all the pearly white discs. Do it, Linda. You feel confident. If you chicken out, he'll understand. He just said so. She meant to take in an encouraging breath and blow it out, but she moaned instead. Slowly she undid the first button, when she felt no different, she undid the second one.
Danny matched Linda's now-very-enthusiastic tongue. He was so glad she was kissing like she used to, hard and passionately. He was also very glad that she was unbuttoning his shirt. He hoped she wouldn't stop- he'd understand why she would stop, but it wouldn't be doing him any favors.
Linda pulled away from Danny, rubbing his chest and his shoulders. It was almost as if she were on autopilot, not necessarily thinking, but knowing what she was doing. She stopped suddenly, not sure what had made her cease her motions.
"What's wrong?" Danny wondered, really hoping she just thought of something ironic. She was making such good progress, he didn't want her to stop.
"I guess I'm remembering what it feels like to be loved.... or rather, turned on, you know? When I was... when it... happened... I had orgasms, I remember. But they weren't good or pleasant.... he was too... he was mean, you know?" Linda's voice was a little shaky, as if she wanted to cry, but was fighting against it. "I tried to convince myself that you... it was you- that we were having sex. But it didn't work. He was rough. And it wasn't like you. You're rough, but the right amount, you know? It's like garlic, it's either too little or too much. But you... you're right in the middle. A perfect harmony." Her voice was less shaky now, "a perfect symphony.... and I want that again. But... I might... not be... good."
"You're always good, Linda. It may take a few tries to be perfect, you know- get into the old routine. But I don't think that'll be a problem." Danny smirked, matching his wife's lopsided half smile. "And you know the rule has always been 'whenever one of us feels uncomfortable in any way, we stop right away'. We may have to finish the job alone in the bathroom, but..."
Linda shook her head, "I forgot how horny and dirty minded you are."
"So you're ready? Remember, we can stop at any time."
"I think I'm ready..." Linda pushed Danny's shirt down his arms, hoping she'd be able to see the whole thing through.