To celebrate here is a drabble; one of my spins on ‘Something Blue’. 100 words.
Willow leaned forward so that her cleavage was right in front of Giles’ eyes. “Maybe there is a way that you could help me get over Oz leaving, Giles,” she said, in as husky and suggestive a tone as she could manage.
“Dear Lord!” Giles said, backing away. “I do hope that you’re not suggesting – um, look at the time, I really must be going.”
Willow pouted. “You’re such a gentleman,” she snapped sarcastically as he fled the room.
Giles grinned with steel teeth and his bald head gleamed as he floated off along the corridor in search of hearts.