...basically just talking to myself

[51stcenturyfox]

Arggh!  Am stuck in the middle of a fic. I have the structure, the ending, the smut,  the plot, etc...  This is the John/Gwen part II. 

I just can't believe she'd do it. The motivation is killing me. Even for a smutbiscuit, you've got to believe that somebody would.

I realize that ill-advised sexual decisionmaking is why alcohol alien sex gas was developed (by writers, not aliens. As far as we know) in the first place, but there will be no alien sex gas in this story.

Is "I was really turned on?" enough of a reason to mess around with someone who tried to kill you?  That only (barely) worked in Part I.   

Gwen knew this about herself: Love was love but sex was sex and something inside her got off on a little bit of danger and a lot of incompatibility.    

'Cause... Owen.  Smooching her in a morgue drawer?   Y/N?  Hard to say.  I hate doing mean stuff to Rhys.

ETA: sound file!

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[shapinglight]

I was supposed to write Gwen/John for a ficathon last year. Couldn't do it, mainly because of the Rhys problem. I think it would have to be all about Jack in some way, for both of them.

Ah, got it! She's trying to get Jack out of her system and she's sublimating. As for John, Gwen's the closest he can get to Jack so he'll take what he can get.

[51stcenturyfox.livejournal.com]

I've decided on something already, but those are lovely ideas.

Need a little less conversation, a little more action, as Elvis said. (If I could just write dialogue I would. I need a fic sidekick to do the stage directions accompanying prose.)