"Life is a Smorgasbord"~ for the Short Affair

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Challenge: The Short Affair

-Prompt Word #2 – Cherry

-Prompt Colour – Brown

Title: Life is a Smorgasbord

Author: mrua7

Word Count:  Approx. 590

Napoleon Solo adored women, it was a fact of life. He was thought to be just a womanizer by some, nothing but a lothario preying upon girls at the drop of a hat.

He laughed that off when someone confronted him, as he knew it was simply not true.

He adored the ladies of every kind; their scent, their eyes, the way they moved, and of course what they thought. A woman had to be interesting, fun...the sex of course was a bonus given he had a very active libido. Yet he could control himself and simply spend an evening of dinner, dancing and conversation with a beautiful woman and not go to bed with her at all.

Sadly his reputation was such that it was presumed he’d made love to every gorgeous creature he’d ever dated, but that simply wasn’t true.

Napoleon chuckled, knowing that he would often be pursued by girls who thought he’d woo them and end up sleeping with them.  He did, after all, have a reputation as a talented lover...not that it was undeserved mind you.

However, tonight was one of those nights where he did end up in bed with a woman, not just any woman though. He gazed across at her as she lay sleeping beside him. Candy Kittridge, Kit Kittredge's sister.

She was in that ‘gorgeous’ category, with luxurious chocolate brown hair and cherry-red lips. Her figure was a perfect 36-24-36, and her accent...he just loved that Aussie one.  She was the latest addtion to HQ, and Napoleon Solo always made a point of stopping by to meet the new girls. Candy was smart, after all she was a member of Section IV, not Communications mind you, but the Intelligence division.

Solo knew of course, he’d probably catch hell from Kit if he found out, but hey, Candy was a big girl and could make her own decisions...it wasn’t like he was robbing the cradle? That was something he would never do, no matter how willing a girl was.

He looked at his wristwatch, noting the time. There was an early meeting in the morning and it was going to be a long one. Knowing he needed to get some sleep...though Candy was a wonderful lover; he regretfully had to leave her. If he stayed, sleep wasn't a possibility.

It’s not as though he wouldn’t see her again. He liked her a lot, more than he’d realized. Perhaps it was time to slow down and not play the field so much? What if she were 'the one?'

“Nah…” he shook his head with a smile. Life was a smorgasbord, and he was a hungry man. He could wait to find that special woman in his life.

He could just picture his partner rolling his eyes at that statement…

There was a secret longing in Napoleon to settle down and have a family, but that wasn’t possible, at least not until he turned forty and retired from the field; that was if he lived.

It was a desire he’d never discussed with the Russian, as Illya no doubt, wouldn’t have believed him anyway. He was one of those who thought his partner was a womanizer, though he'd tried to convince him otherwise...not that it really mattered; Kuryakin never really held it against him.

Napoleon wondered at times why Illya was so secretive about the women he dated? He knew his partner did. Girls seemed to flock to him but the canny Russian dodged them every time. What was he afraid of?

Perhaps they wanted to mother him as he did seem a bit lonely and in need of some tender loving care? Not that he was often willing to let them do so. He seemed a bit reluctant when it came to that.

Did Illya want a family someday? That was a question Napoleon had never posed to his partner.

Perhaps he would, but not today...

Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Ah but does Illya want to be 'mothered?' I think when it comes to women, he takes the lead.

Thanks for reading and commenting. Glad you liked it.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

He can lead me anywhere he likes :-D

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Giggle...me too! :D