Thursday, April 9, 2009

Love Scene Discussion Day 4

Continuing the love scene discussion - Day 4: Let's talk about where your characters make love.

Do you plan where your characters are going to make love? Does it need to be a bed? With bed being the most comfortable location, why have sex in other place?

The answer is that, in fiction as well as in real life, it's usually not a premeditated decision. "Because it's there," is a typical reply.

Truthfully, that's probably pretty accurate. Let's say your characters are so overwhelmed with desire they have to pull over on the side of the road, or maybe the hero is so thrilled and overwhelmed by emotion that the heroine is alive he has to take her then and there, wherever "there" may be.

Come on, admit it. You have probably had sex in at least one or more places and there was no bed in sight. I mean seriously, who has not at least thought of "doing it" in a a glass-enclosed elevator? Well, okay, maybe that's just me. :-)

Wait! Don't you remember playing "truth or dare" when you were in college on a drunken night with your guy and girl friends and of couse, one of the questions was "Where was the strangest place you did the deed?" Be honest. I am so remembering what some of the answers were.

But that gets me to the next exercise. This is a 2 part exercise.

#1: List 5 places where your characters could make love. (None of them include a bedroom or a bed)

#2: Show an example of your hero and heroine making love some place besides a bed.

Good luck and I can't wait to see your list!

12 comments:

The Belle in Blue April 9, 2009 at 10:34 AM  

Ooh, this is fun, Denise! And I have the perfect excerpt for this topic from my upcoming LLD book, SYMMETRY. The characters are married but have been separated for several months.

The moment they were inside the house, Lee pinned her against the front door with his body while he kissed her relentlessly. Although he usually gave her free rein and let her be the aggressor, Jess knew they’d been apart too long for him to concede control to her this time. She felt both their hearts beating a percussive accompaniment to the frenzied dance of Lee’s hands as they unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra, and he couldn’t go fast enough to suit her. She willed his fingers to work faster, her veins struggling to contain the blood that raced through them on its way to all the places he sought to uncover.

At the first touch of his hands on her bare skin, she had to free her mouth from his to catch her breath. “Lee, the bedroom . . .”

“No, I want you here.” His lips traveled down her throat as her slacks fell from her hips. “I want you in every room of OUR house, on every piece of furniture and every floor. We’ll get to the bed later.”

The Belle in Blue April 9, 2009 at 10:43 AM  

Whew, I got so carried away with the love scene that I forgot the rest of the assignment!

Here are my alternative places. Some are from my books, and some are places where my husband and I have done it. I'll let you guess which is which. :-)

1. In the middle of center field at a college baseball stadium

2. In the water at a state park

3. In the shower

4. On the beach at night under the stars

5. On his desk at work

Denise April 9, 2009 at 10:43 AM  

That is absolutely perfect! I felt the rushed need. The place was so fitting, plus I loved the mention of wanting to do it on all the furniture. :-)

Ceri Hebert April 9, 2009 at 10:45 AM  

Well, I'll have to do part 2 later. But in Finally Home my hero and heroine make love for the first time in the back yard of a horse farm they want to buy (thank goodness no one is living there at the time). The next time is out in the middle of nowhere, next to an old quarry. I don't think they made it to a bed for quite a while.

In another wip my hero and heroine are on the South Dakota prairie at a swimming hole.

In a manuscript I've submitted for publication, my hero/heroine make love in a forest, both in a shared dream and in reality. (it's a bit of a paranormal).

There's something about the idea of sex outdoors that's very liberating.

I'll share Part 2 when I get home.

Ceri Hebert April 9, 2009 at 10:46 AM  

Excellent excerpt Belle!

Denise April 9, 2009 at 11:10 AM  

Love the lists!

I vote middle of center field. :-)

Backyard at a horse farm? I hope it didn't smell.

But, yeah, outdoors is liberating. Plus, I think the whole idea of the risk at getting caught really adds to the intensity of the scene.

In IHT The hero and heroine are on the beach in one scene where he starts it and then they don't quite finish because. . .someone is watching.

Ceri Hebert April 9, 2009 at 11:34 AM  

No, no horses around at the time. It was a vacant farm. :)

Ceri Hebert April 9, 2009 at 3:59 PM  

Okay, I had a parent/teacher conference yesterday for my 9 yo son. The teacher told me DS rushes through things and doesn't pay enough attention. Well, I know where he gets it from. I didn't read the exercise right.

#1 5 places where my characters could (and in some cases have) made love.

1. In a swimming hole on the prairie

2.In the back lawn of a deserted house

3.In a forest in the autumn

4.In a jacuzzi

5.On the balcony of a high-rise penthouse.

I have a writer friend who wanted her two characters to have sex on the back of a horse. Don't know how that one worked out for her.

Okay, I'll post my part 2 in a few minutes. :)

Ceri Hebert April 9, 2009 at 4:20 PM  

Denise, how, um, descriptive are we allowed to get here? I want to pick a good scene, but it does mention male body parts. If it's not acceptable I'll find something else. :)

Denise April 9, 2009 at 4:30 PM  

Ceri -

Hm. Good question. Go for whatever you are comfortable sharing and if it becomes a problem, we'll take it off.

Makes me wonder about some of my other exercises.

But, there are other sites that have the same language that aren't "adult" sites so I think we are okay.

Thanks for asking and caring.

D

Ceri Hebert April 9, 2009 at 4:37 PM  

Well, it doesn't "go all the way" I'll post it and I'll completely understand if you want to remove it. :)

Ceri Hebert April 9, 2009 at 4:41 PM  

This is actually part of a dream my hero (and it turns out, my heroine, is having). She's a Witch

“Feel the earth,” she said between kisses. She straddled him, pressing herself against his hips, but not letting him take possession of her just yet. Roughly, she rubbed her palms against his chest, holding him firmly against the ground. “Can you feel the pulse? It’s alive, Patrick. Let its strength soak in. Its our heart.”

Indeed, he could feel a steady beat, but whether it was from the earth beneath the thick layer of bright fall leaves or his own heart thudding in anticipation of the beautiful woman who held him hostage, he had no idea. She was playing games with him, the way she touched him, looked down at him with those bedroom eyes, her parted lips, glistening with his kisses. Never before had he felt so powerful and so powerless at the same time. Reaching up, he cupped the silken swell of her breasts, sweeping his thumbs over the hardened peak of each nipple. Charlotte arched her back, her eyes fluttering closed under his tender touch. Then she leaned forward, brushing her lips his, her tongue flicking with teasing quickness.

With her body pressed against him it was getting harder to concentrate, but her voice was a sweet caress against his ear. “Do you hear that, Patrick? There’s a stream not far from here. Can you hear it?”

After her words, he let the sound of the forest, the sound of the stream he couldn’t see fill his head. It had a dancing, musical quality to it. Funny, he’d never noticed the subtle sounds around him. Despite the seductive weight of her on him, he fought to prolong the erotic release this dream promised.

“And the wind through the trees,” she whispered, kissing his ear. “Breath the air in, darling, you can smell the earth and the water mingling in the fall air. This is life, Patrick.”

Then she straightened up again and reached behind her. With a firm hand, she took hold of his rigid shaft. She smiled down at him, her eyes sparking. “And lets not forget about the fire,” she murmured, her voice as smooth as the stroke of her hand.

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