Is It A Dream?

Scars

Linda slowly reached over her head with her left arm and pulled the hair away from her right ear. She touched the spot right below her ear and trailed her finger to where her jaw started. Danny traced the scar, then planted to kisses on it, one on the top half, the other at the bottom half.
Linda looked at him, why had he kissed her scar?
"Any more?"
She turned a little and pointed to one on her shoulder. "Here."
Danny shifted and traced the scar that ran along her shoulder blade. He softly kissed all the way down, his breath sending the familiar warm tingles through his wife's body. He looked at her with the most loving, trusting, caring look Linda had ever seen.
She pulled her leg up to the bed, and rolled the sweatpants leg up. She touched a scar on her ankle, the smallest so far.
Danny did the same with that scar as he did with the others. He pushed Linda's hair away from her face once again. Over the years, the hair-push almost became like a tick, a thing he did subconsciously.
Linda reached up and grabbed his wrist, and pressed her lips against his warm palm.
"Linda? Are there any more scars?"
She nodded, "lots."
His heat broke, "can you show gen to me?"
"Will you- will you kiss them? Make the pain go away?"
Danny nodded, "yeah. Yeah, I'll kiss them and make them better." He understood more now. Something snapped in her brain, she felt pain like a child. A parent or someone she felt safe with had to kiss her scars, make her pain go away.
She lifted her left breast, and showed Danny a scar running along the bottom of her breasts. Linda's breath hitched in her throat when Danny kissed that scar. "There's the same on the other side." She moved her hand to lift her right breast, but Danny gently held her wrist.
"I can do it," he said softly, resting his hand on her breast. Once she nodded, he gently lifted it up and kissed the scar.
"D-Danny? The-there's another s-scar."
"Where?"
"You- you can't- the-the b-bad guys... they s-sh-sho-ved a-a-a..."
"It's okay, you can tell me."
"A kn-kn-.... a knife! They took it and- and- and shoved it u-u-u..." Linda hid her face in  hands and laid her head in Danny's lap, tears coming fast.
"They shoved a knife up w...." rage, anger, and utter contempt filled up inside Danny. "Those m..."
Linda squeezed her eyes shut when Danny said the very bad curse word.
"I'll kill those bastard, f-"
"Don't!"
"What?"
"Don't curse! They cursed! A lot! Right before they raped me. They said I was tight.... you're the only one who's supposed to say that to me. No one else."
"Aw, baby..." he rubbed her back, trying to sooth her till the sobs stopped.
She dug her nails into her palms as she sobbed. Tears upon tears came streaming down her cheeks. A few minutes later, her head shot up, her hair falling in all sorts of funny positions.
"What's the matter?" Danny wondered, ready to do whatever she needed.
"Moved! It moved!"
"What? What moved?" But he figured it out quickly. Shit. The moment's totally killed, and I'm still turned on.
"You're still turned on by me?"
"Of course I am, Linda. Your scars aren't disgusting or a turn off to me. They complete you, even if they're from a crappy situation. I see 'em as perfections, like that cute little birthmark right above your tush."
Linda rolled her eyes almost as if it were a reflex. "I'm sorry. I killed the moment..."
"It's okay, Linda. You didn't kill anything. However, I'm gonna kick some serious bastard ass!"