the joy of (fictional) sex

It occurred to me today that Tintin/Haddock is the first pairing I've liked for a long time that I could write as simply, happily loving each other without a shedload of emotional complications. There are no "I don't know if I want to get close to anyone" traumas (cf. XMFC Charles/Erik), no life-or-death ideological differences (cf. Giles/Ethan or Charles/Erik, all versions), no element of resentment or rivalry (cf. Blake/Avon, XMFC Charles/Erik as I seem to envision them, Garak/Bashir), no canonical aversion to or discomfort with sexuality (cf. Doctor Who except for Eleven), no past relationship full of pain and betrayal (cf. Giles/Ethan, X1-3 Charles/Erik, Doctor/Master), no canonical heterosexual history and thus no need for a bisexual epiphany and/or panic (cf. Lewis/Hathaway, Scott/Logan, Wield/Pascoe, many others), no weirdness-inducing power differences or other external factors (cf. Giles/Oz, Vetinari/Drumknott), and not even any noticeably prickly or difficult personality traits (cf., um, most of the pairings I like), apart from Haddock's drinking, which is an issue but is eventually solved within canon.

I think this is part of the reason I keep feeling drawn to write porn about them. Usually when I write an explicit scene, there are a lot of often contradictory or not-fun emotions running through it. It would make a change to write about sex that's joyous and entirely pleasurable, emotionally as well as physically, for the people involved.