I suppose at some point every writer has to wrestle with the love scene. And I do mean wrestle, because they can be tricky. Go too light, it becomes flowery and Harlequin-like, go too heavy and it's pornography. I've been stuck on these scenes for a while now; I suppose I've subconsciously made my characters somewhat eunuch-like (oh, they have longings, but those longings are unfulfilled or just talked about). It's just easier that way, no fuss no muss, as it were.
But like the obsequious swearing issue that permeates my high school creative writing class, the concept of the love scene in all of its, ahem, glory is one that won't go away- for adolescents or adults- probably because we are sexual creatures. It's a part of life- natural and exciting-one that often shapes our perceptions and gives meaning to our existence (I know, I know...sounds like an addict's line..."Hi, my name is Brian, and I'm a...). We have to embrace that our characters, if real, will at some point be in this situation, and may or not enjoy it.
So go there and be strong. Don't rip any bodices, and don't get too graphic. Life will move on, and your characters will probably be a whole lot happier. The writer probably will be, too.
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