this is a kinda summary and paraphrase here --
the unlikelihood that our Hero and Heroine would fight a pitched battle in the morning, scamper like hell cross-country in the afternoon, and then fall onto their bedrolls in the evening with energy enough to stage a six-page sex romp.
And I have to agree.
Even when I was young and and limber I could manage no more than two out of three of those on a good day.
So why do we see love-on-rocks romps and stufflikethatthere in good Romance?
Why do skilled writers give us this sort of over-the-top scene?
Why does the reader suspend disbelief here, when she'll go ballistic on the authenticity of the fish knives?
Couple of tropes at work here.
One I think of as 'Naked in the Heather':
The other trope I call 'It's Only a Flesh Wound, Honey', which is often also Glad-to-be-alive Sex.
Our H&H take time out for some nookie while fleeing packs of ebil men armed with AK-47s or rising hurricane waters or, nowadays, zombies. Nor are they deterred by various wounds acquired in their travels.
One can only marvel at the good health and general enthusiasm of all concerned, frankly.
Why are these tropes not merely tolerated, but popular?
I haz theories.
The heroine isn't ...
because she's transported by passion.
Many folks come to Romance genre for a fix of exactly such overwhelming, transformational, the-world-well-lost-for-love, crazy passion . . . an indifference to gorse bushes and gunfire being absent from most folks' real lives because they are not fruitcakes.
And readers enjoy the mix of desperate, adrenalin-producing action and sex because it's just plain exciting. They'll tolerate the unlikelihood that one would pause for a quickie in the middle of hot pursuit if the sex is really, really good.
Romance writers use these old reliables because they work. The tropes heighten emotion. They feel familiar and comfy to long-time readers.
Now. Full disclosure here. I did the Glad-to-Be-Alive-Sex thingum once that I know of. It was in .... um ... My Lord and Spymaster. Jess and Sebastian have escaped, unhurt, from the lair of Lazarus. Jess had done some knife fighting in that incident.
|genuine Romance book|
Oh, but she was amusing him, wasn't she?
[Sebastian said,] "When you brush up against death, you want to couple afterwards. I found that out years ago. I didn't know it worked the same with women. Does it?"
"Does this time," she said frankly. "Mostly I was real young. And the last couple times I was so seasick I didn't want to do anything but curl up and die.
So that is my own particular contribution to this trope.
Writers have the special joy of watching really good writers subvert these tropes.
|not quite a sex scene, however|