Just a Kiss
‘Gah! What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?’
‘I am kissing you, fair princess.’
‘Well, don’t.’
‘I am freeing you from the evil spell which has…’
‘And who said you could, eh? Was there a sign saying please kiss this sleeping woman?’
‘No, my life’s desire, but…’
‘Did I have friends begging you to nip over and snog my face off?’
‘No, oh perfect object of…’
‘And I am not a bloody object, all right?’
‘Please accept my profound apologies. It’s just that in my experience women seem to appreciate the more flowery terms of…’
‘Never mind all that. I want to know where you get off thinking you can slap skin on my lips without permission. And this’d better be good because two bars of Whistle While You Work and this glade’ll be filled with dozens of animals with very sharp teeth ready to bite into whichever bits of soft tissue I tell them to. Get my drift?’
‘Er, yes,
