And that is it for Earth # 172.
So, you've never been down for writing smut. And I get that. I respect that. But can I just say that this last chapter of the Wrong Strain, where there is no smut, barely even a hint of a kiss, maybe some grinding, was way more entrancing and romantic and all of those things that make you blush when you're reading a story about imaginary people, than any smut could ever be? I loved it, so much, and I love the way you highlighted the mutual respect and want to make your imagery. Thank you!