Lady In Waiting for Short Affair

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Prompts: Millinery, grey
Words: 940
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"I think it looks quite fetching on you, and the color is very posh."

Napoleon was fairly seething at the indignation of this current assignment.  He had  enjoyed a laugh at Illya's expense when the Russian was required to dress like an old woman a few months earlier, but this…

"I suppose you picked out this little millinery delight."  The brunet did look good in the color his partner had chosen, it set off of his eyes.  At least that's what Illya told him, and April Dancer was standing by nodding her head.  Conspirators.

"Really darling, grey is your color.  I mean you wear it all of the time."

"Oh, and wait until you see the dress I picked out, you'll be the envy of every woman at this event."

That last was too much for Illya and April, they doubled over in laughter as visions of Napoleon dressed as Lady Eva Van Eaton swirled in their devious minds.  This was definitely payback, especially for Kuryakin.

The hat was one of those numbers with the net veil that covered a woman's, or a man's face.  The emphasis would be on the total silhouette rather than individual elements of Napoleon's attire.  The job would have gone to April but she was currently nursing a broken wrist and the risk would be too great should trouble erupt.   Now it fell to her superior to make an appearance as the fictional Lady Eva.

"Next time it's you Kuryakin.  You're smaller than I am anyway, you should be doing this."

Raised eyebrows met that remark, reminding Napoleon than in spite of his smaller stature, the Russian was not to be taken lightly.  He would avoid a confrontation… this time.

"Fine, I know you're posing as the wait staff.  Come to think of it, that really isn't something to which I'm suited."

That brought more laughter from the other two agents.

''I think I'm quite satisfied playing waiter to your Ladyship.  The Baron is a bit of a ladies man, likes a different woman in his bed every night.  I believe a few people have dubbed him Baron Von Tramp.' April hiccuped a laugh at the play on names.

''Oh, don't forget to let the Baron Rinklesburg kiss you on both cheeks, like this…' Illya demonstrated on a very willing April, the brush of his lips against her cheeks brought a flash of memory from a tryst not yet forgotten.

"He might try for more but I trust you will maneuver your way out of it."  Napoleon snarled a little at his partner.

"I believe I can handle the baron, now just let me finish with the make-up artist and I'll see you there.  Oh, before you go, just remember who will be writing up the report on this.  I think pulling seniority on this is only fair."

Illya nodded thoughtfully, he was used to writing the reports so one more mattered very little to him at this point.

"I shall be happy to write this report, and I believe a photograph will also be in order.  You know, just for the record. Perhaps we call this one the Lady and the Tramp Affair."

Illya and April turned and left before Napoleon could respond . He looked at his reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror, not entirely unimpressed by what he saw, and then it hit him… Lady and the Tramp.

He laughed all the way to the event, and when the Baron tried to kiss Napoleon, he knocked him out with a left hook.  Not before he got what he came for however, because being a lady, he had discreetly plucked the microdot from the baron's lapel without even smudging his make up.

When the time came for Illya to type up the report, his curiosity was piqued slightly by the cheery mood of his partner.  Last he had seen Napoleon his friend was anxious to get home and change out of his disguise.

"So, you seem in a very good mood today.  Is it too much to ask what brought this on?"  Napoleon had to smile at that, and the memory of his night.

"Oh, I thought I was always in a good mood.  But, since you ask… then again, perhaps not.  Gentlemen don't kiss and tell."  Now the smile broadened to one worthy of a Cheshire in a tree.

"What?  Do you mean to tell me that you managed to go home, change clothes and still…?"  Napoleon was smug, not admitting to anything but obviously pleased with himself.

"I don't know what to tell you Illya, some women like a man who isn't afraid to express himself in unusual ways."  Kuryakin was speechless.  Almost speechless.

"Who?  Someone at the party?  I only saw you… no…" Another nod of the head.

"It seems the Baroness was not sorry to see her husband, from whom she is legally separated, knocked onto the floor by a woman.  When she followed me to the foyer and turned me around for a better look, well…"

"Unbelievable.  I think you could find a willing woman in a foxhole.  I suppose you are unfamiliar with the phrase 'elegance is refusal'."

That gave Napoleon pause, but only momentarily.

"That is Coco Chanel, and she meant we shouldn't over burden ourselves with too much besides the basics.  I figure a beautiful woman who needs my company is basic enough, and when we, um… get down to it, we're as unadorned as it comes."

"Refusal, Napoleon, refusal!"

Napoleon laughed as he walked out of the office and down the corridor.  Refusal is right, tovarisch, and I refuse to turn away women.

touché

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