I’m currently staying at my brother’s house, owner of . . . um . . . a lot of comic books (I’m thinking, minimum, 5K issues plus another 200+ collections). It’s been years since I spent this much time just reading and enjoying.
For instance, Captain America. Never collected or read the title when I was a kid. I was all about mutants. Yet, I knew the history, and I enjoyed the movie, so I picked up one of the collections (and was then sharply rebuked by my brother. “In my house, we read comics in the order of publication, woman!” He confiscated what I had and handed me the first volume.) But I Digress . . .
Anyways, in Captain America, there’s a moment when Shield Agent #13, Sharon Carter, and Cap get unexpected confirmation of some very good news.
Bucky is alive and in full command of his faculties.
Cap picks Sharon up, kisses her, and then there’s a moment of awkward “um, did we really just do that?”, followed by a brief “we probably shouldn’t, because it’s never worked before”, and then . . . they kiss. And it’s not just a kiss. It’s a “hell, yes, we are going to screw like minks on amphetamines and Viagra” kiss. Pent up tension, total chemistry, catharsis, with a double heaping serving of “you’re the only person in the universe who actually gets me, and you are incredible”. Mmmm-MMM!
For the record, I am a hetero female, and I’d totally do Sharon Carter. But that’s not the point. I mean, this is Captain America, so the following things are true:
- there is no boom-chicka-wow-wow. Or William Tell Overture. Or anything cheesy, cloying, or cheap. Whatever soundtrack is playing, it is genuinely, sincerely, 100% made of sexyawesome.
- you just know that Super Soldier Serum gave him more than muscles and endurance.
- he’s going to leave Sharon a quivering, partially liquified gelatinous mound of satisfied womanhood. Lucky girl.
- he’ll probably even take the wet spot. Because that’s the kind of man he is. And, oh yes, he cuddles.
So, I’m not talking about comic books with the sole purpose of titillating the reader, and I’m not talking about pin-up drawings. I’m talking about well-written (and occasionally otherwise) titles that, in the telling of their tale, had a moment, a scene, a frame, or even just a line of dialog that made you fan yourself or even take some alone time in your bunk. Romance is good; pure hot-and-bothered is better.
Would you be so kind as to share yours?