The Randomness of Life Chapter 69 for a "Little Drabble Do Ya" Section VII challenge

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Prompted by: Weary Waitress~Robert Service

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Thank God it's near to closing time,
--Merciful midnight chime.

He’d waited for her until closing, she was tired and he was horny. Not a good combination.  The Russian smiled at her, setting her senses tingling as he always could.  She’d find the energy, she always did when he was in town.

She’d missed him...was that a good thing?



  Yet not too sleepy to forget
- Her cheap alarm to set.

Their lovemaking was intense as always, and they spoke little. She’d learned not to ask where he’d been or what he’d done. Maybe he was a spy or something, or maybe he was just a gigolo.

Still he was a tender lover...she needed that.

His embrace was enough for her.


And yet he is too shy to speak,
-Far less to touch her cheek.

Sometimes it seemed that he was too shy to talk, and expressed himself with his caresses, his tongue...those lips and haunting eyes.  They were so expressive and helped her to let her thoughts wander about him.

He asked no questions of her other than wanting to know if he pleased her.

--How wistfully romance can haunt
A city restaurant!

He was gone early in the morning, never saying when or if he’d return. When working, she’d watch for him, there, walking through the restaurant door, looking for a different kind of meal.   It wasn’t just sex he craved, his soul was searching for something to ward off his loneliness.


A sense of Spring and singing rills,
--Love mid the daffodils.

It was a Spring day when he returned, his face was bruised; he refused to say how it happened, and did not look to go to bed, just wanting to walk, enjoying the flowers...life.

He’d changed, distant now, saying good bye to her.

Somehow she knew he’d never return.

Been There, Done That - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“A ruble for your thoughts.”
Napoleon acknowledged the remark with a wan smile, something slightly less subtle than the grimace of pain he was holding back.
“Thanks, but the exchange rate isn’t very good on my thinking right now.”
Illya knew his friend was distressed about his condition, anxious to know the results of the most recent tests.  Tests that might prove the CEA was not yet field ready.
“Napoleon…’  The Russian knew and understood exactly what his partner was enduring.  Most agents encountered deadly injuries that required a long road of healing.
“You will be back, but whole.”
“Spacibo.”

Reminder: QuoteME -- Challenge 6

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This is just a reminder that the sixth and final challenge in the QuoteME series here on section7mfu swings into gear next month (posting December 15th through December 21st). This one lends itself to stories specific to the holiday season during December/January.

The guidelines for QuoteME: Challenge 6 can be found here.