Fang's fingers hit the keyboard.
And nothing happened.
"C'mon Fang, channel that lemony goodness," Fang muttered to herself. But she just couldn't. Today, she had nothing.
But suddenly, she had an idea.
"Oi, Light!" shouted Fang.
"What?" asked Lightning as she stuck her head around the corner.
"We need to have sex," Fang said seriously.
"…" Lightning said nothing.
"I can't get inspired right now!" Fang explained. "It's one of those days, you know? Where you've got ideas, but you just can't write 'em."
"So you want to have sex with me to help you write?" Lightning said flatly.
"I do write lemons, after all," Fang said.
"What are you going to do, write our sex as a lemon and just change our names to match the fic?" Lightning asked.
"Well, that's one way to do it," Fang said.
"But you've usually got all sorts of kinky shit in yours. How do you plan to pull that off?" Lightning asked. "Us writers should be consistent."
Fang pointedly looked everywhere except the box in the corner of the room that held all of the 'kinky shit.'
"I'll figure out something," Fang said.
"…No," Lighting said.
"You are tearing me apart, Light!" Fang wailed.
"Fine," groaned Lightning. "Just this once."