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There is nothing I am more awkward at than writing love scenes, but I am also kind of a sucker for READING them, so there is usually some kind of romance in my writing. I try to bribe myself: Every time I get through an exceptionally awkward romantic bit I can really concentrate on something with robots or things blowing up or big dramatic fights afterwards, which are my favorite things to write!
But as it happens I have hit an unlikely wall where I had to concentrate on TWO romantic scenes today because in a sad coinciding both my projects just happen to be at that point.
So, so awkward. Remind me never to ever write a straight up romance because I will literally die of the awk. I am going to go watch Dragon Ball Z now or something.
Lydia’s throat tightened. The tears she thought had abandoned her sprang forth and leaked over her cheeks. She didn’t know whether she felt shame or immeasurable relief.
Nicolaus looked mortified. “I can go,” he said quickly.
Wordlessly Lydia shook her head, trying to convey that she did not want him to leave as tears continued to stream down her face. She swallowed hard. “Don’t go. Please don’t go.”
“All right.” Nicolaus hesitated, and then gingerly made his way across the room to settle himself next to Lydia. “Can I do anything?”
Lydia sniffled. “Just kiss me.”
Surprise flared in Nicolaus’ eyes, and then compassion. Lydia was beginning to think that he would refuse her, but then he tilted her chin forward and brought her lips to his own. There was an unfamiliar urgency to his kisses, a hunger that stirred something deep within Lydia and called out for her to answer in kind. She obliged and leaned into the kiss, let her eyes flutter shut as her exhaustion and fear ebbed away in a cresting wave of sweetness.
But as it happens I have hit an unlikely wall where I had to concentrate on TWO romantic scenes today because in a sad coinciding both my projects just happen to be at that point.
So, so awkward. Remind me never to ever write a straight up romance because I will literally die of the awk. I am going to go watch Dragon Ball Z now or something.
Lydia’s throat tightened. The tears she thought had abandoned her sprang forth and leaked over her cheeks. She didn’t know whether she felt shame or immeasurable relief.
Nicolaus looked mortified. “I can go,” he said quickly.
Wordlessly Lydia shook her head, trying to convey that she did not want him to leave as tears continued to stream down her face. She swallowed hard. “Don’t go. Please don’t go.”
“All right.” Nicolaus hesitated, and then gingerly made his way across the room to settle himself next to Lydia. “Can I do anything?”
Lydia sniffled. “Just kiss me.”
Surprise flared in Nicolaus’ eyes, and then compassion. Lydia was beginning to think that he would refuse her, but then he tilted her chin forward and brought her lips to his own. There was an unfamiliar urgency to his kisses, a hunger that stirred something deep within Lydia and called out for her to answer in kind. She obliged and leaned into the kiss, let her eyes flutter shut as her exhaustion and fear ebbed away in a cresting wave of sweetness.