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Do you enjoy writing romantic scenes, or do they make you scrunch up your toes? Both my current series are romance dramas, but as of yet there haven't been a lot of romantic scenes written into them (More coming soon for "Damsel in the Red Dress" though.)

That said, I do enjoy writing them, though I think I might have delayed onset embarrassment for some of them that I'm waiting to kick in lol.

I think my favorite part about writing really romantic parts in my stories is the dynamics. Every couple will have a different dynamic, and every person in a couple has a different way of interacting and showing affection to their sweetheart. It's fun to think of what forms of affection suit each character's personality.

As of yet not a lot of romantic anything has been shown for "Hushabye Prince" but there is some for "Damsel in the Red Dress," though I admit it's a very unusual form of romance that includes a lot of annoying and teasing each other so far.

Share your samples below (but again, sfw, I'm talking like PG-13 and under.)


Don’t know what possesses me but I walk over to him without the slightest grain of hesitation - of bashfulness - of worry that I’ll regret this later and sit down on the edge of his bed, taking his face in both of my hands.

“Yah. Viejo.”

I can feel his furious heartbeat through the delicate skin - red and white and that perfect cashew brown all at the same time. I could find it in me to kiss him right now and forget about anything else - about reason and consequences - but instead, I press his forehead against mine and just breathe. I feel the heart skip beats, flip, somersault, and then calm down into a steady rhythm. I feel the skin growing hot under my fingertips, but I know if I open my eyes now, it’ll break the spell.

I whisper a sort of prayer my mother used to say to my brother and me when we were small.

Peace, my sweet, my heart.

“I can see you,” I say softly, “I’m no idiot, Kattar. We haven’t been friends for 15 years for me to be that blind.” The heart speeds into near panic -

Not this time - we’re not lying this time-

“You can pretend - pretend to be as angry and as cold as you like. I still see you. You don’t have to hide that you’re hurting from me.”

I feel the salt water running down onto my fingertips and my hands - the dark hair shrouding his face…

Getting down on the floor like a man-sized breed of black cat he crawled over to where I stared zombie-fied at the small screen and laid down so close to me that our shoulders touched.

“Hey, go take a shower.”

“I will when I get home.”

I can still feel him pushing my shoulder with that half-playful but dead serious air - “Yeah, not a chance. I don’t want you being nasty in my room. We’ve been outside all day in humid, 90-degree weather. You’re not about to wait until you go home to be clean.”

“What do you want me to do? I don’t have anything to change into. I’m not about to steal your mother’s clothes again.”

“Just wear something of mine.”

“Right, cuz that makes sense,” I rolled my eyes.

“It’s the miracle of drawstrings. En serio. Go wash.”

The same gentle nudge follows the command, even as I resist with a will, trying to keep him from snatching the phone back.

“No! This is my protective layer. Defense against the creepers when I walk home alone.”

“Look, I will drive you home and back thirteen times if I have to. So go take a shower. You smell like sweat.”

“There are so many worse things I could smell like.”

“But that doesn’t make it good though!”

“If it bothers you so much then keep your distance.”

As if.

I pushed him over with both hands - feeling his dark eyes laughing at the wall. They’d squinted into those shining black lines, as he rolled back again, quickly, grabbing me by the shoulders so we were resting face to face.

“Not happening. So ve a lavarte before I blockade you in the bathroom.”

15 days later

ahh, i have more coming but my editor says I have to work on not spoiling my stories completely ahead of time. Okay breathing and maintaining self control (at least for the moment.)

9 days later

I have the almost irrepressible urge to do one of those now, as if the contents are cursed, but biting my lip I slip one hand under the tissue and graze across something small and fuzzy with the tips of my fingers.

Is this a toy?

Freeing it from the bag I hold a little amigurumi lion in my hand with a yarn mane full of tiny cloth peonies. The lion itself is sandy brown, but its mane is Valentine’s Day red, as is the little heart it hugs against its…well… heart, that says “Will you be mine?” in a spiraling script.

It takes me a minute to even register what I hold in my hand. To register what it says and then convince myself that I know what those words mean.

Then I glance at Kattar, and he’s white as anything, staring at the crocheted kitty like he’s trying to remind himself what was written on the little heart.

Then his eyes meet mine.

“This…” I start to say but he looks down quickly, his ears burning.


25 days later

I've finally written the first kiss scene! I expected it to feel really awkward, or almost kill my editor with cringe, but actually it wasn't as hard as I had expected it to be. I've never written one in a story before (I mean besides being plotpointed) since I was like...9? So I don't have a lot of practice writing them, but i'm proud of how it turned out.

Might just be me being a ridiculous romantic, but I usually prefer to write the first kisses in my stories after particularly emotional conversations or scenes. Maybe I might end up pigeon-holing myself haha, but it might be fine because whatever the emotional scene is will be different for each couple.

This one has been a long time coming, my editor says, so I hope all the readers of "Damsel in the Red Dress" are looking forward to it, and will enjoy it when it comes out.

This is a teaser for the chapter that's coming up this Friday in "Damsel in the Red Dress."


To my surprise I receive a notification that Kattar is ‘live’ the instant I turn on my wifi.

At this hour?

Clicking on the notif, my screen is washed out by murky-dark footage of Kat laying on his back drowsily with one hand over his face answering the barrage of comments coming in hot and heavy from a little more than seventeen hundred fans.

“Siiii, lo siento. I know. I promised to do the live stream today, but I ended up getting home a lot later than I thought I would.” pause “No no, I didn’t forget. I’m here aren’t I?” pause “I’m sorry. But thank you for waiting for me.”

He blows a kiss to the phone and I feel myself redden involuntarily.

So that’s why people enjoy watching these.

But it’s not good for a fangirl heart…

19 days later

We're coming up on some more romantic scenes in "Damsel in the Red Dress" fairly soon so I thought I'd take a minute to ramble about how I go about writing romantic parts in my stories.

I see it as very similar to writing dialog. Everyone's personalities play off of each other differently, so even the romantic parts of different couples relationships will be very different from each other. When I keep these things in mind, I can keep their relationships from coming across too similarly to each other.

Despite all the trauma Alicia and Kattar have endured and the emotional and relational mess they are trying to work out together, they've also been friends for quite a long time, so when they get to have romantic moments with each other, these show themselves more playfully, joking with and teasing each other than they do for some of my other couples.

Context is also very important here. I have other couples or people who are friends with their love interests, but all the factors that make up my characters lives at the moment affect how they see the people around them. Some aren't looking for their significant others to be people they can joke and laugh with but just to be calm and comforting, or encouraging, even if they are still people they've known for ages.

Everything about Dominic and Essence's relationship is very different from Kattar and Alicia's, so there is little to no concern of overlap there tho, lol.

27 days later

“Alicia?!”

“Sorry, I’m just feeling a little queasy,” I mumble, but I’m not sure my sickness is loud enough for him to hear me.

I take my measurements quickly - almost certainly getting them wrong - and leave the measuring tape on Kattar’s bed. He’ll almost certainly be annoyed - but I have to just deal with that today-

“Took you long enough,” Kattar smiles a little teasingly as I drag myself back into the living room.

“I’ve gained a few inches,” I mutter, sitting at the opposite end of the couch, not looking him in the face.

I watch out of the corner of my eye as he’s washed in-

Worry-

About me, please.

I’m not okay.

“Is that something to cry over, bella?” he smiles nervously, putting one hand to my burning cheek and trying to get me to look at him - and his words start to mesh into each other-

It’s just the accent - But that’s not what I hear.

“-It wouldn’t kill you to gain a few pounds. You’d lost too much weight back then.”

“Aish,” I shake my head trying to shake off my anxiety, but it clings to me like - “You sound like a mother…”

“Ahhhh, that won’t do,” he shakes his head, cringing a little, “What should I say then? I prefer my sweetheart a little softer.”


20 days later

“We’re going to play a little game,” it’s almost a whisper, and he looks at me with a nerve-wracking-ly impassive expression - almost impassive - but in his eyes, I can see that slight light and coquettish curiosity-

“If I kiss you, I steal your memories, and you have to answer one question for me.”

He smiles a little in spite of himself, a slight color coming into his face as he leans back against the sofa arm, shading his doubtful smirk with one hand, squinting suspiciously -

“You wouldn’t…”


there's more coming where this came from XD

19 days later

It's here baby:


“It’s alright…,” I say a little breathlessly, but he looks up from under his hair with a look so miserable and gentle, and scared - his red face still spilling over with tears turning into fire on his cheeks-

I have to.

Kiss him.

I already am before I can second guess what I’m doing-

-It’s…too much like that nightmare-

-I can’t regret this again-

My breath comes and goes again too fast - almost clipping off - before it really feels like breathing but-

He doesn’t fight it this time either.

-But this time - even as I can feel his tears on both of our faces - I’m terribly afraid that I’m going to wake up - for the ten thousandth time - and find - I’m still just as petrified - until I feel him tapping my arm like he’s trying to tap out-

A…

Lise…

“I can’t breathe,” he almost laughs through the whispered gasp - reddening violently-

20 days later

this is a teeny tiny teaser:


Kattar rolls his chair over to the front of the couch and uses the armrest to help him to his feet so he can sit down on the cushions beside me.

I can feel him sliding me over to him and into his arms as if I’m weightless, but I don’t look up as he smooths my messy hair, putting his lips to the top of my head.