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A little drabble will do ya
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jkkitty.livejournal.comNapoleon was always trying to help Illya adjust to America, today he is introducting him to some Americana- through a group of drabbles.
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May. 9th, 2012
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A little drabble will do ya
May. 9th, 2012 04:15 pmjkkitty.livejournal.comNapoleon was always trying to help Illya adjust to America, today he is introducting him to some Americana- through a group of drabbles.
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mrua7.livejournal.comThis story was prompted after some cousins read my derring do story, "The Fat Tuesday Affair," A little different for me so I hope you like it. No summary as that might spoil things. It's rated Gen.
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“Et-la_ and there!” One of the fencers shouted the traditional phrase as he made a hit on is opponent. The style was easily recognizable as he charged aggressively, cutting with the sabre across his opponents face mask and scoring. The style of course was Russian.
The two men had been sparring for quite some time and decided to end their workout with a match. It lasted less than three minutes with the Russian scoring the enough points to win. His opponent scored a few hits, but not anywhere near the requisite number of fifteen.
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“Touché”
“Et-la_ and there!” One of the fencers shouted the traditional phrase as he made a hit on is opponent. The style was easily recognizable as he charged aggressively, cutting with the sabre across his opponents face mask and scoring. The style of course was Russian.
The two men had been sparring for quite some time and decided to end their workout with a match. It lasted less than three minutes with the Russian scoring the enough points to win. His opponent scored a few hits, but not anywhere near the requisite number of fifteen.
( read on... )( continuer s'il vous plaît... )
mrua7.livejournal.comThis story was prompted after some cousins read my derring do story, "The Fat Tuesday Affair," A little different for me so I hope you like it. No summary as that might spoil things. It's rated Gen.
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“Et-la_ and there!” One of the fencers shouted the traditional phrase as he made a hit on is opponent. The style was easily recognizable as he charged aggressively, cutting with the sabre across his opponents face mask and scoring. The style of course was Russian.
The two men had been sparring for quite some time and decided to end their workout with a match. It lasted less than three minutes with the Russian scoring the enough points to win. His opponent scored a few hits, but not anywhere near the requisite number of fifteen.
( read on... )( continuer s'il vous plaît... )
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“Touché”
“Et-la_ and there!” One of the fencers shouted the traditional phrase as he made a hit on is opponent. The style was easily recognizable as he charged aggressively, cutting with the sabre across his opponents face mask and scoring. The style of course was Russian.
The two men had been sparring for quite some time and decided to end their workout with a match. It lasted less than three minutes with the Russian scoring the enough points to win. His opponent scored a few hits, but not anywhere near the requisite number of fifteen.
( read on... )( continuer s'il vous plaît... )
Touché~ part deux
May. 9th, 2012 08:17 pmmrua7.livejournal.comlink to part one: http://ttp://section7mfu.livejournal.com/55071.html
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“Do not tell me, “ Illya asked. “Madame Coquenard?”
“No, and how could you possibly know that? No one knows of my affair with Madame.” Porthos demanded. “You just arrived in the city.”
“Ummm, people talk and that is what they were saying about the great Porthos, a lover extraordinaire.” This was getting more bizarre, Illya thought to himself.. Why was his dream going this way? Perhaps it was because Napoleon was a ladies man, just as Porthos was. Illya thought he wanted to wake up, but now he was intrigued as to how this hallucination was going to turn out.”
“Oh well, when you put it that way, fine. Let’s go, my thirst is growing, and I feel like more wenching, a good sword fight does that to me.” Porthos laughed.
“You’re always that way,”April said. “You never miss a chance to chase after a pretty girl.”
Illya tried not to snicker.
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“Do not tell me, “ Illya asked. “Madame Coquenard?”
“No, and how could you possibly know that? No one knows of my affair with Madame.” Porthos demanded. “You just arrived in the city.”
“Ummm, people talk and that is what they were saying about the great Porthos, a lover extraordinaire.” This was getting more bizarre, Illya thought to himself.. Why was his dream going this way? Perhaps it was because Napoleon was a ladies man, just as Porthos was. Illya thought he wanted to wake up, but now he was intrigued as to how this hallucination was going to turn out.”
“Oh well, when you put it that way, fine. Let’s go, my thirst is growing, and I feel like more wenching, a good sword fight does that to me.” Porthos laughed.
“You’re always that way,”April said. “You never miss a chance to chase after a pretty girl.”
Illya tried not to snicker.
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Touché~ part deux
May. 9th, 2012 08:17 pmmrua7.livejournal.comlink to part one:
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“Do not tell me, “ Illya asked. “Madame Coquenard?”
“No, and how could you possibly know that? No one knows of my affair with Madame.” Porthos demanded. “You just arrived in the city.”
“Ummm, people talk and that is what they were saying about the great Porthos, a lover extraordinaire.” This was getting more bizarre, Illya thought to himself.. Why was his dream going this way? Perhaps it was because Napoleon was a ladies man, just as Porthos was. Illya thought he wanted to wake up, but now he was intrigued as to how this hallucination was going to turn out.”
“Oh well, when you put it that way, fine. Let’s go, my thirst is growing, and I feel like more wenching, a good sword fight does that to me.” Porthos laughed.
“You’re always that way,”April said. “You never miss a chance to chase after a pretty girl.”
Illya tried not to snicker.
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“Do not tell me, “ Illya asked. “Madame Coquenard?”
“No, and how could you possibly know that? No one knows of my affair with Madame.” Porthos demanded. “You just arrived in the city.”
“Ummm, people talk and that is what they were saying about the great Porthos, a lover extraordinaire.” This was getting more bizarre, Illya thought to himself.. Why was his dream going this way? Perhaps it was because Napoleon was a ladies man, just as Porthos was. Illya thought he wanted to wake up, but now he was intrigued as to how this hallucination was going to turn out.”
“Oh well, when you put it that way, fine. Let’s go, my thirst is growing, and I feel like more wenching, a good sword fight does that to me.” Porthos laughed.
“You’re always that way,”April said. “You never miss a chance to chase after a pretty girl.”
Illya tried not to snicker.
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Touché~ part trois
May. 9th, 2012 08:22 pmmrua7.livejournal.comlink to part two: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/55303.html
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A woman accompanying her, and he recognized her as Kitty, a new girl in communications that he’d had his eye on. She smiled at him, shyly averting her eyes. Illya thought perhaps his was one not one of the Thrush agents minions, or relatives.
“Monsieur, I think you are mistaken. I am the Comtesse de La Fère, but you may address me as Milady, Milady de Winter, Baroness of Sheffield.” She gestured to the other woman.” This creature is my lady in waiting, Kitty.”
“Whatever.” Illya mumbled, he didn’t like the way this dream was going now and decided again that he wanted to wake up. “Please someone pinch me and wake me up?”
“D’Artagnan, you truly are mad.” Aramis elbowed him.
“Athos ma cher.” Angelique addressed him with familiarity.
“You are not welcome here Madam,” he answered, taking a sip of his drink.
“So you still drink that dreadful Aquitine?” She laughed charmingly.
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A woman accompanying her, and he recognized her as Kitty, a new girl in communications that he’d had his eye on. She smiled at him, shyly averting her eyes. Illya thought perhaps his was one not one of the Thrush agents minions, or relatives.
“Monsieur, I think you are mistaken. I am the Comtesse de La Fère, but you may address me as Milady, Milady de Winter, Baroness of Sheffield.” She gestured to the other woman.” This creature is my lady in waiting, Kitty.”
“Whatever.” Illya mumbled, he didn’t like the way this dream was going now and decided again that he wanted to wake up. “Please someone pinch me and wake me up?”
“D’Artagnan, you truly are mad.” Aramis elbowed him.
“Athos ma cher.” Angelique addressed him with familiarity.
“You are not welcome here Madam,” he answered, taking a sip of his drink.
“So you still drink that dreadful Aquitine?” She laughed charmingly.
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Touché~ part trois
May. 9th, 2012 08:22 pmmrua7.livejournal.comlink to part two: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/55303.html
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A woman accompanied Angelique and Illya recognized her as Kitty, a new girl in communications that he’d had his eye on. She smiled at him, shyly averting her eyes. Illya thought perhaps she was not one of the Thrush agents minions, or relations in the delusion.
“Monsieur, I think you are mistaken. I am the Comtesse de La Fère, but you may address me as Milady, Milady de Winter, Baroness of Sheffield.” She gestured to the other woman.” This creature is my lady in waiting, Kitty.”
“Whatever.” Illya mumbled, he didn’t like the way this dream was going now and decided again that he wanted to wake up. “Please someone pinch me and wake me up?”
“D’Artagnan, you truly are mad.” Aramis elbowed him.
“Athos ma cher.” Angelique addressed him with familiarity.
“You are not welcome here Madam,” he answered, taking a sip of his drink.
“So you still drink that dreadful Aquitine?” She laughed charmingly.
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A woman accompanied Angelique and Illya recognized her as Kitty, a new girl in communications that he’d had his eye on. She smiled at him, shyly averting her eyes. Illya thought perhaps she was not one of the Thrush agents minions, or relations in the delusion.
“Monsieur, I think you are mistaken. I am the Comtesse de La Fère, but you may address me as Milady, Milady de Winter, Baroness of Sheffield.” She gestured to the other woman.” This creature is my lady in waiting, Kitty.”
“Whatever.” Illya mumbled, he didn’t like the way this dream was going now and decided again that he wanted to wake up. “Please someone pinch me and wake me up?”
“D’Artagnan, you truly are mad.” Aramis elbowed him.
“Athos ma cher.” Angelique addressed him with familiarity.
“You are not welcome here Madam,” he answered, taking a sip of his drink.
“So you still drink that dreadful Aquitine?” She laughed charmingly.
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Touché~ part quatre
May. 9th, 2012 08:35 pmmrua7.livejournal.comlink to part three: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/55790.html
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It was obvious that she was flirting with him, and since he’d had interest in her already, Kitty from communications that is, Illya decided what the heck. He shrugged absentmindedly, reached out and pulled her to him in a deep, passionate kiss.
One thing led to another, and he was naked, making love to her; remembering to pull the familiar foil packet from his trousers, and putting on a condom.
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One thing led to another, and he was naked, making love to her; remembering to pull the familiar foil packet from his trousers, and putting on a condom.
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Touché~ part quatre
May. 9th, 2012 08:35 pmmrua7.livejournal.comlink to part three: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/55790.html
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Kitty escorted him to the barn and It was obvious that she was flirting with him, and since he’d had interest in her already, Kitty from communications that is, Illya decided what the heck. He shrugged absentmindedly, reached out and pulled her to him in a deep, passionate kiss.
One thing led to another, and he was naked, making love to her in a pile of hay; remembering to pull the familiar foil packet from his trousers, and putting on a condom.
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One thing led to another, and he was naked, making love to her in a pile of hay; remembering to pull the familiar foil packet from his trousers, and putting on a condom.
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