This one was inspired by my significant other's reaction to surprise backrubs, with a hint of How to Train Your Dragon on the side. Scratch the right spot and they just collapse, man.
28. Heaven (200 words)
Balthazar and Veronica's new house in Queens felt like a safe haven, and Dave reported there several times a week, not only for magic lessons but often just to study or research quietly in their parlor. Sometimes Becky came with him, but not always. On nights where it was just Dave and his master, conversations tended to run into the wee hours of the morning.
"And that's why you always ground yourself before developing that kind of cross-ritual," Balthazar was saying as Dave scribbled notes in a composition book. "But what you have to remember most is nevooooohhh…mmn."
Dave looked up, puzzled by the unexpected break in the discussion. Veronica had crept up behind her husband and was running her nails down his back. It wasn't an obvious act of seduction, but apparently there was a sensitive spot halfway down and a couple inches to the right of the spine. Balthazar's eyes glazed over, and he started to slump onto the tabletop.
Dave hid a smirk, marveling at Veronica's subtle skill in sorcerer-shutting-up-ing. "This weapon you use," he told her. "It must never fall into Morganian hands."
She laughed, and for once Balthazar didn't protest the joke at his expense.