Phew. THAT was close.

I had just settled in to finish my word quota for the day, which was going to include my very first f/f scene (don’t worry, m/m fans, I’m not abandoning the field, just spreading my horizons a bit).

And then I realized that in order to get my brain in the right mood for bow chika bow bow I needed chocolate of some sort, ideally with a bit of fruit added. Of course, we had nothing in the house as I had a con last weekend and have spent the week trying to catch up with work, cleaning, etc.

I turned to Ramón and said, “I have a Writer Emergency. I need chocolate.”

His eyes lit up. “I’m going to be writing tonight. I need chocolate, too.”

Hint not taken, but never mind. “What kind do you want?”

“Well, are you talking about sharing something, or getting a bag for you and a bag for me?”

My raised eyebrow was my only response.

He grinned. “Yeah, that was a stupid question, wasn’t it? Okay, I’d like Lindt truffles, in mint, coconut, orange, or caramel flavor, or something in those flavor ranges from Ghiardelli. Thank you, sweetie.”

A somewhat complicated trip out later (when the hell did the local CVS stop being 24 hour? Seriously, these people need to notify me before they make changes to my life like that), I returned with a bag of Dark Mint Ghiardelli, carrot cake M&Ms (who knew?), and Lindt caramel truffles for him, and Dark Chocolate and Raspberry Ghiardelli and Brookside Pomegranate Chocolates for me. I may have gone a bit overboard, true, but I now have blessed, blessed chocolate flowing through my veins and can write anything. Bring on the f/f smut!