Gah. After many hours of procrastinating, I've finally finished the Sex Scene That Would Not End^TM. Why, oh why, is it easier to paint one's toenails around 2 p.m. instead of writing porn, and suddenly easy to type paragraph after paragraph once midnight has come and gone? Perhaps my muses are undead creatures of the night? Seriously, who knows.

Anyway, the trial's done. The full-blown sex is done. Now I only need to kick the crossover characters out of the door and find some sort of ending, and I might even get done with the bloody story before the next weekend rolls around.

Hah. I'll yet beat this story, plot and all, into submission, I swear. I think I even managed to keep the mush in check. Go me.