Miss: A horrible reaction

You pull back the sheets on your side of the bed, and crawl in, scooting across the king-size bed under the sheets until you are nearly spooning with Rachel.

Roll +hard (-2: -1 hard, -1 Desire, -1 Old Habits Die Hard, +1 Take Direction) to fuck Rachel. Treat this roll as **** since Rachel is asleep and public for purposes of not waking up your children.

4 - 2 = 2: On a miss, she does not enjoy **** sex (-1 Desire) and you wake up the kids (public / you get in trouble)

You lean your head until your mouth is touching Rachel's ear, both so that your nearly silent whisper will carry and so that your breath will tickle her ear, which you know is very sensitive on her. You thought a long time about what you would say, weighing pros and cons of various phrases or intonations or moods, about what would be most likely to keep Rachel from stopping this whole enterprise before it even started, but since she's asleep, that all seems moot, and you settle on simply stressing a simple phrase: "I am going to fuck you now."

Rachel only has a few different outfits she wears; tonight, you can feel that she is wearing her button-up pajama shirt with matching drawstring pajama pants. She never ties the drawstring, so you feel safe in gripping the waistline of her pants and panties with both hands, and pulling them down, over her ass, until they are doubled up, folded over, at about mid thigh. Rachel stirs, but does not wake. With your hand you locate her vulva, push the tips of your forefinger and middle finger in and inch, and spread them to open her labia an inch or two. You snuggle your hips flush with the back of Rachel's ass, then reach down with the arm you are laying on to push your cock into place, flush with her pussy.

You tilt your hips penetrate Rachel, but only get a couple of inches of dick inside her before you can feel her vagina pulling roughly against you, a punctuated staccato movement. Needed more lube, you think. Now I remember applying lube directly to her. Pity I didn't remember that five seconds ago. Never the less, you shove into her.

Rachel gasps suddenly, and before you can react, throws an elbow behind her that connects with your jaw, and rolls her body away from you, flinging herself away from her assailant. "Get away from me!" she yells, as her body slides off the bed and she hits the floor with a thump. You can't really see what happened given the dark, but it doesn't sound great.

Roll +cool (-1: +1 cool, -2 Desire) to get out of trouble with Rachel (and to a lesser extent, your children)

8 - 1 = 7: On a 10+, you do it, no problem. On a 7-9, you can do it, but it will cost you.

"Rachel!" you say, not yelling, but no longer whispering. "It's me! It's just Sean."

"Jesus fucking Christ, you scared the ever-loving shit out of me!" Rachel's language always coarsens when she's scared or angry, and right now you're pretty sure she's both. You can hear her standing up, and the rasp of fabric that must be her pulling her pants and underpants back up. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" she mutters, the anger clear in your voice.

Before you can answer, you hear in the hallway the sound of a door opening. You scramble to your bedroom door quickly and you reach it ahead of Rachel (if she was even going for it at all), unlock it, open it slightly. Poking your head out into the hallway and careful to keep most of your body behind the door, you see your daughter looking out of her doorway on the other end of the hallway with bleary eyes. "What happened?" she asks, the sleep thick in her voice.

"Nothing, honey. Mom just had a nightmare is all. Go back to sleep."

Your daughter accepts this silently, turns back into her room, and closes the door. You watch her brother's door, across the hallway from hers, for activity, but none comes, and you close your own bedroom door. Before you can turn around, the light snaps on, and as you do turn, Rachel is standing next to you, her hand on the light switch. A sparkle of anger animates her eyes.

"What the fuck, Sean?" She looks you up and down with disgust.

Think. What will defuse her anger? Contrition, unconditional apology, and logic. The contrition will keep her from blowing up right away, and if there's something logical for her to hold on to after that, she will.

"I am so, so sorry. I should never have put you through that, I can only imagine how frightening it was. I wanted to surprise you, and didn't think it through. I wanted ... I wanted to have sex with you. It's been so long." So long since I had it with you, anyway. "I just miss it, and let my desire overcome my sense."

You deliver the words without approaching Rachel, remaining next to the door. As you speak, she watches your face, and as you apologize, the spark of anger fades from her eyes. When you finish speaking, there is a long silence. You rub your jaw gingerly, as it has started to ache. Rachel doesn't stop looking at you, but her eyes glaze over, as she retreats to some inner place to consider what you have said. Finally, she closes her eyes, and sighs heavily. She turns around before opening her eyes, and walks back to the bed. "Put on some clothes," she says wearily, without turning to look at you as she climbs back into bed. "Go get some ice for your face."

You have 2 XP, -1 Hard, +3 Hot, +1 Cool, -1 Control, Cunnilingus, Take Direction (Kate) and Old Habits Die Hard (1). Desire levels: Kate +1, Rachel -2, Maria +0. Your jaw hurts, and the pain is distracting: take -1 forward.

Should you leave well enough alone, and let this disaster end? You're not sure exactly what the consequences would be if you angered Rachel further, but they could be catastrophic.

Or should you try to carry out Kate's direction, proceed despite the risk, and tell Rachel what you want?