drabble prompt key/lock
“I refuse to be locked in here with you.”
“Keep on with the refusing pet; we’ll see how well that works on the door.” He dropped onto the chaise.
“Why did it have to be YOU I got stuck with?”
“Eh! What’s wrong with me!?”
“Well, Billy Idol, first thing that comes to mind is your fashion sense.”
“I’ve never had any problems catchin’ ladies lookin’ like this.”
“Catching them and making them swoon from lack of blood is NOT the same as making them swoon from attraction.”
“Bitch.”
“Rock star wannabe.”
He grinned. “See, we can have fun together!”
“So… if Dawn’s the key… who’s the lock?” Anya settled in Giles’ arms.
“Hmmm, what?”
“Dawn. She’s the key… who’s the lock?”
Giles nuzzled Anya’s hair. “I’m not quite certain it works like that darling.”
“But what good is a key without a corresponding lock?”
“Darling, we’re alone, we’ve got brandy, and those lovely chocolate dessert things you like… and you want to discuss Dawn?”
“You make a good point.” She stretched and kissed his delectable lips. “But,” she wheedled, “could we check your books; see if there is anything them regarding a lock?”
“First thing tomorrow.”
“First thing tomorrow.”