I've never been fond of climaxes. (Interpret that anyway you wish.)
The most thrilling part of anything is not knowing what will happen next, and once The Big, The Bang, and The Yes, Finally! comes along...what's next? A resolution? That's interesting, all right. Satisfying. But then it ends. No! What I value most during a situation is the lead into, lead up to, whatever it is called. Just like Christmas! Christmas Day itself comes and goes. How disappointing. Christmas Eve is undoubtedly the most exciting part of the holidays: A hearty dinner, longing glances at the tree, no wrapping paper to clean up.
So in stories, obviously it is more pleasing to me to be teased rather than to actually have my wishes served.
Bugger off, climactic kisses and gropings. Hello, Pre-Slash.
Well...just in small portions. I still like the lovin'.
With that said, I might now say that I enjoy you Bittersweet Potion. And I enjoy you A Scrap of Humanity and even though I know there is another story after you, I fear I will not be able to read it for I enjoy this ache of being so sweetly unsatisfied. So sweetly tortured!