Snapshots~ " A penny for your thoughts."

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Napoleon stood at the hotel window looking down at the view of Paris, he was dressed only in a pair of dark blue silk pajama bottoms.

A pair of feminine hands slipped around his waist from behind him and he smiled.

“Good morning, sleep well?”

“Good morning to you darling,” Angelique purred, “And yes I slept well for... maybe two hours. Napoleon darling, I must say, your staying power is mind boggling.”

He said nothing, and continued to gaze out the window.

“What is it you Americans say...hmm, you have so many of those colloquial sayings. Ah, yes I remember now...”penny for your thoughts?”

He sighed. “Don’t you ever wonder what it would be like to lead a normal life?”

“Napoleon, what is normal?”

“You know, a regular job, nights and weekends to yourself.” He turned wrapping his arms around her, clasping his hands together behind her back.

Her platinum blonde hair was slightly tosseled and she brushed it out of her eyes with her fingers.

“That sounds so dreadfully boring. Who would want that?”

“Sometimes I feel like I do,” he whispered to her, planting a soft kiss at the base of her throat.

“Think about it, if you had such a life, you wouldn’t have met me. Am I not at least worth it, don’t I give you a thrill?”

He paused in his nibbling, thinking that over before he answered her.

“You better say yes Napoleon Solo, or I just might have to kill you.”

“Angelique, you are as always...thrilling as ever.” He drove his lips onto hers, silencing whatever she might have planned to say, though she let her body give her answer, he supposed.

Their rendezvous was over and Napoleon saw her downstairs to a waiting taxi; out of the corner

of his eye, he spotted a familiar blond head peeking over the top of a copy of  ‘Le Parisien’ while

standing on the nearby corner sidewalk.

“Oh real subtle,” Solo called to him.

“Subtlety was not my intention,” Illya smiled, lowering the newspaper. “I wanted her to see me and know I was covering your back. I will never understand how you can so casually sleep with her Napoleon, as she would surely kill you in an instant if it suited her purposes.”

“Your problem tovarisch is that you stick to the rules and don’t take chances once in awhile. Where’s the fun in that? There’s a little thrill in taking a risk you know.”

“I prefer to err on the side of caution and remain alive. “ Illya winked at him.”You have your way of doing things and I have mine, but my way usually ends up keeping you from falling off a cliff.”

“Hmm, I suppose,”Napoleon thought, “but your way seems to require me rescuing you a lot.”  He gave a loud whistle, summoning a cab to stop.

At first the Russian gave no reply to his partner’s statement, and looked rather contemplative as the two of them climbed into the back seat of the taxi.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Napoleon repeated the phrase put to him by Angelique.

“You are the more adventurous one and ever the optimist. You take risks because you simply shrug off the consequences, thinking everything will always be fine. Being your partner, I find it necessary to get you out of these precarious situations you put yourself into, which inturn gets me into trouble.”

Napoleon blushed. Illya was right, if he didn’t take risks then that would keep his partner from, well....jumping in front of him to take a bullet perhaps?

“You’re right, but as much as I’d like to say I’ll mend my ways, you know I won’t,” the American smiled. “I am what I am.”

A smirk appeared on the Russian’s face, “And that is exactly why I was waiting on the corner today.”

Be Careful What You say

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Some rookie Section II agents are having a discussion about their experiences over the last couple of days, but get more than they bargained for when someone overhears their conversation and decides to have a bit of fun. Part of my Illya and Rebecca series.

( The Story........ )