Mesmerized ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya ~ Wednesday

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Illya Kuryakin stood poised, his gun in his outstretched hand, turning his head as a form stepped slowly out of the shadows.

She was nearly naked, moving sensually, undulating slowly. Her hands above her head with fingers telling a story like a Balinese dancer.

His hand dropped, mesmerized by her movement, with his libido suddenly calling to him.

Illya stood transfixed, a spell woven over him by her,  unable to free his gaze. She was too... desirable.

A gunshot broke the spell. She collapsed.

“She would have gotten you tovarisch.” Napoleon held up a poison needle, taken from her hand.

Comments

[carabele.livejournal.com]

A little hot under the collar there, Illya? Down boy!

Nothing like a bullet (to end the possibility of an uncomfortable death by poison) to break a spell of the libido...

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Yes and a quick solution to his unusual reaction. One would expect this of Napoleon, and not Illya. But he's only human...

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