Cloth shield

After his teasing remark, Jason let out a chuckle. With a playful yet dangerous look on his face he made his way over to where Jenny was standing, making her instinctively take a step back until she was pressed against the sink counter. Wondering how she was going to save herself out of her current situation and fearing that there was no way to do so. Jenny had not yet replied to his first comment when Jason, who was almost at a touching distance, said, "I didn't know we had an artist in the house. How come I have never seen one of your performances before?" When his hand touched the towel she had been holding with all her might, she suddenly said, "Stop!"

Jason looked at her with curious eyes as he said, "Why? What's wrong? Is there a reason for you to be hiding behind a towel or do you have an objection to what might follow after your cloth shield is taken away?" Jenny tried to avoid eye contact as she continued to hold onto the towel for dear life. She explained that it doesn't matter that he has seen her body plenty of times before. "My body isn't the same as it was back then. I still have many scars from when I had Charlie and they haven't faded away yet. So, I don't want you to see me as I am now."

Jason's eyes narrowed even more after hearing Jenny's reason for avoiding his touch. They hadn't been intimate for a long time now and in order to not be tempted, he hadn't seen her naked since the day of Charlie's birth. Now that their ban had finally been lifted, he regretted not trying something before, even if he couldn't take it to the end. In a low voice, while touching the skin that was currently still exposed, he asked, "What was the doctor's advice again? Nothing for six weeks? If my calculations are right those six weeks have passed, the finish line being marked by yesterday. So, I suppose there should be no reason for us to not use this precious day alone for me to show my appreciation for you and your body."

Jenny looked up at him with a shocked expression and with a stammering voice she relisted her protests, while trying to fight the tingling sensation that covered each inch of her body that had been touched by Jason. "I told you that my body isn't what it used to be. We should wait a bit longer." But Jason's eyes remained focussed on his goal and remained filled with a burning passion. Instead of stopping, the fire in his heart seemed to be burning even stronger after hearing Jenny's words repeated, and instead of backing away, he lifted Jenny up effortlessly and placed her down on the marble counter. Seeing that Jason wasn't hearing her or at least not listening to what she was saying, she tried a different approach. "Why don't we move to the bedroom or turn off the lights? There is no need to do anything under these bright bathroom lights, is there?" But again Jenny's words appeared to have fallen on deaf ears.

As he slowly lifted the corners of the towel, to expose what Jenny was so desperately hiding, he said, "That would defeat the purpose my dear. I want to assure you that you are still beautiful and for that I need to be able to see the beautiful you. In fact, no matter what you are trying to hide under this towel, I will still think that you are perfect. You are even more beautiful now, because these scars are proof that you have given me all that I could ever wish for. My own little family with you." As he said these words, he continued to pull the towel away bit by bit, while kissing every inch of her body that contained anything resembling a scar.

While Jenny felt tears welling up in her eyes, with each drop that streamed down her face and each kiss that landed on the parts of her body that made her feel insecure, her heart started feeling lighter. When there was nothing left there, aside from Jason's feelings of love that had filled her heart, she let go of the remaining piece of the towel that was still clasped in her hand. She wrapped her hands around Jason's neck, who had now reached her lips, and kissed him back.

In the steamy bathroom they added to the heat as they warmed up the cold marble counter with their entangled bodies. Becoming one after being unable to do so for so long. After their intimate moment in the bathroom, Jason's internal desires seemed to have been reawakened. Moving their private party from the counter to their marital bed, forgetting even his appetite for food and the meal downstairs that was supposed to fill it. Jenny too was so lost in the moment that her earlier feeling of being famished had been pushed aside by her need to be loved in a way that only Jason could. Allowing her to relearn to love her own body by Jason's repeated assurance, both in body and mind. With each round of lovemaking he kept telling her that she was and would always be perfect in his eyes. Long enough and often enough for her to start believing that she was at least not lacking in any way, for her to start appreciating her imperfections as part of her body and as scars that she should be proud of as it was proof of her carrying and giving birth to their beautiful son. And he was worth every mark he left behind, whether they would fade or not!