Forgive.

"It's okay." Beth mumbled, reaching out to grab at his hand. "I shouldn't have... I said stuff I shouldn't have. I was trying to make you jealous because I was mad."
"Well, that's no excuse for..."
"I could have told you to stop anytime, Brian." The truth, dawning on her now, was that at no point had she wanted him to stop. Not even a little.
"I shouldn't have let my anger get the better of me like that. I really am sorry."
"Well, I forgive you, but honestly..." she crawled over to kiss his cheek, "I'm was just happy to be fucking you."
"Damn. I'm sorry about...the way things have been. I'm trying."
"I know."
Brian went to shower, and after he drifted off to sleep, Beth lay awake for a little while. She had forgiven him, but the truth was the truth: she had loved it. She had been surprised, and maybe a little scared... but god it had been really good. {if Formation = 1
}The little prude she had grown up as would have never believed that she would have enjoyed that kind of... thrill.{elseif Formation = 4
}She still liked the danger, it seemed. {elseif Formation = 5
} Her inner slut was glowing. {endif
}She drifted away into sex dreams of a singularly aggressive nature.