Dawn had never been obsessed with looks but had spent her life in make up and knew the importance of appearance in her line of work. The scars made her feel ugly but more importantly they remind her of her mortality. The grim reaper had come for her then and she knew he would come again. She had faced death and it had nearly defeated her and that made her feel ugly, too. Weak and frail was far uglier than the scars.
As time passed Dawn's body continued to change but with the strength and love of her husband and her family she began to accept the transformation. Some days were harder than others but once the treatment phase had ended and her energy returned she started to feel like the old Dawn. Their playfulness returned and his fear eased a bit as the disease faded away.
That first night with the pink corset had ended in disaster, however, with patience and persistence Dominic was able to work his way back into her arms. It had been several weeks since that fateful night and Dawn had relaxed at bit; only wearing the scarf when she went out. As the raw pink tenderness of new scars faded into skin tones their presence was less frightening but she still cringed when covering them with make up the best she could. A trip to the mall one afternoon found her wandering through Victoria's Secret in search of something beautiful to wear for Dom. She hadn't been there long when she found a gorgeous one piece in silver that looked more like two rubber bands sown together then lingerie; but what she liked most was the white feather boa meant to be wrapped around ones neck. Her cell phone rang as she paid for her purchase; it was Dom asking if she'd like to meet him for an early dinner at her favorite steak joint. She agreed and hurried to her car where she freshened her face, sprayed a dab of perfume, tried to calm the riot of curls on her head and then she headed to meet her love.
They laughed and flirted over dinner and she felt that warmth threading out from her foundation. God, she loved him. His patience and warmth were her rock and she knew that he was a "survivor" too... that cancer had scarred him as well and that tormented her. If they'd never met he wouldn't have gone through all of that. A wise man once said "It is better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all." And she truly believed that on some level Dom felt that way.
They started to kiss in the driveway and she giggled as he followed her inside, they would stop every few feet for long urgent strokes and passionate kisses. They jumped into the shower and spent what seemed like ages lathering each other up; fingers slippery and gliding everywhere easily. Dawn got out first and went to put on her new rubber band outfit and was lying provocatively on the bed when Dom came out.
"Wow, looks like somebody has been shopping again. You've got to model that for me babe." Dom whistled as she stood up on the bed and turned around a few times so that he could fully appreciate the way the two swaths of cloth joined in her crotch and at the top of each shoulder; her large breast stilling out each side. The feather boa wrapped loosely around her neck.
"Funny thing, Dawn." He said with a wicked grin "I've been shopping myself." Her heart began to slam in her chest, she caught her breath and her thighs twitched. "Remember Fantasy Night?" he asked; she nodded.
