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glennagirl.livejournal.com2013-05-08 07:32 am
glennagirl.livejournal.com2013-05-08 08:14 ammrua7.livejournal.com2013-05-08 08:51 am
When I have smoothed the seam of the linen I have been working;
What then?
His time was almost up and it had been a lovely weekend with Cherie...in fact too lovely. Napoleon felt a tug on his heartstrings, something he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Was he developing ‘feelings’ for the woman? Not good, at least not for a
spy like him.
How much more beautiful is the moon,
Their last night together was one of perfection. Drinking, eating...making love and enjoying the stars in the sky as they surrounded a large harvest moon.
He tried not to speak of his emotions, changing the topic when it came too close to the mark. Did she feel the same?
Still, Upon your face.
He stroked her cheek, finally giving into his heart and told her the truth.
“Cherie, I think I’m falling for you, and I hope you’re feeling the same way too?”
She looked at him oddly, not saying a word as she pulled him into a passionate kiss. Was this a yes?
I think, when we have shut and barred the door,
“Have to be honest; it was just about the sex for me. I thought you understood that?” She smiled innocently.
He sat there with his mouth open. He’d laid his heart open and felt crushed. Was this what he’d done to women all these years?
Cherie left in a cab.
When I have smoothed the seam of the linen I have been working;
What then?
His time was almost up and it had been a lovely weekend with Cherie...in fact too lovely. Napoleon felt a tug on his heartstrings, something he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Was he developing ‘feelings’ for the woman? Not good, at least not for a
spy like him.
How much more beautiful is the moon,
Their last night together was one of perfection. Drinking, eating...making love and enjoying the stars in the sky as they surrounded a large harvest moon.
He tried not to speak of his emotions, changing the topic when it came too close to the mark. Did she feel the same?
Still, Upon your face.
He stroked her cheek, finally giving into his heart and told her the truth.
“Cherie, I think I’m falling for you, and I hope you’re feeling the same way too?”
She looked at him oddly, not saying a word as she pulled him into a passionate kiss. Was this a yes?
I think, when we have shut and barred the door,
“Have to be honest; it was just about the sex for me. I thought you understood that?” She smiled innocently.
He sat there with his mouth open. He’d laid his heart open and felt crushed. Was this what he’d done to women all these years?
Cherie left in a cab.
alynwa.livejournal.com2013-05-08 05:05 pm“Hello?’
“Aunt Amy!”
“How is my favorite nephew?”
“Fine. I’m just calling to wish you an early Happy Mother’s Day because Illya and I are flying to Europe this evening and I doubt we’ll be back by Sunday.”
“Oh and I was looking forward to seeing you both!”
“When we return, Napoleon will treat us both to dinner at Luchow’s.”
“Illya!”
“Happy early Mother’s Day, Aunt Amy.”
“Give me the phone. Auntie, we have to run. You behave yourself while we’re gone. We love you!”
“I love you both! Goodbye.” Napoleon and Illya are the best nephews in the world!
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