The Old, "What do you mean we didn't use protection?!" Scene

So, I was reading a review by another blogger recently and she mentioned how unnecessary it seemed for the hero and heroine to have this whole, "Oh, btw we totes forget protection for the whole like week we've been fizznucking and oops!" conversation because it kind of came out of nowhere and only served to show the hero was a stand up guy that would do right by his love if he knocked her up. When I read this it reminded me of a niggling pet peeve of mine that I just had to unleash on you all (totes sorry) and hope that I'm not the only one.

So, the hero and heroine have been going at it like rabbits all night or often times, for a sextastic weekend. Hey, I'm lovin it so far. When all of a sudden the hero (which is so ironic) or the heroine suddenly informs their partner, "Oh noes! We totes didn't glove up for our sexathon! I totally didn't even notice until like, right now." And then the other person (and it kills me when the hero has to inform the heroine of this) goes, *gasp* "I totes didn't even REALIZE! Boy, I'm glad you pointed that out, cause I was clueless."

Ok, here's my beef. So they didn't use a glove. Yes, in real life kiddies, NO GLOVE NO LOVE. Period. Howevah, I can forgive it a bit in fiction, esp paranormals where they so often have the convenient escape clause that no sexy werewolf, vampire, zombie dudes and dudettes carry icktastic and unsmexy things like crabs and gonorrhea (cha cha cha) so the only thing you have to worry about are unplanned lurve childrens poppin up like it's Flava Flave's House O' Paternity.

Well, if it's not the bareback rodeo factor that's bugging me, what is you ask? And I'm sooo glad you did *angelic smile*

Well, here's the thing, I admit to not being a sexpert, but when you ride the pony bareback until the buzzer goes off (prayin to the sex gods it's more than an 8 second ride or we have more probs than this) there's usually a lil evidence. You know, like a t-shirt that says, "I lasted the full 8 seconds" or something like that, but not like that, you know what I mean. Anyway, not to mention that I can understand forgetting the first time in the heat of the moment. It should become pretty damn obvious immediately after, though, what has gone down, or in, or off, or WHATEVER. However, let's play along and say that you're too busy cuddling and cooing and staring into eachother's eyes and arguing over who's prettier to be bothered with clean up or noticing your ALL AROUND NAKEDNESS (which at this point, I don't believe you're with a man, so if you're a lesbian it's a moot point anyway). Ok, so you didn't notice right away cuz you were falling into the deep pools of his/her eyes...yada, yada, yada, but the next time you go to saddle up, and you know there will be another round, it's kinda hard to believe that you'd not notice that YOU ARE MISSING SOMETHING IMPORTANT. Unless this is all metaphoric sex.

So, yeah, when I read about how the lead couple had a 3 day sexabition and totally didn't notice the lack of a rubber for the WHOLE DAMNED TIME, I kinda want to scream. They are obviously too dumb to reproduce, so I beg the author kindly to make sure the heroine either gets on the pill stat or the hero must suit up from here on out.

Now, I ask you, have any of you noticed that kind of thing in romance, erotica or UF? Does it bother you like it bothers me? Why or Why not?

And as always, Big Fat Smooches! ;)