section7mfu | The Randomness of Life~ Chapter 41 for a Little Drabble do Ya Wednesday

Hmmm, LJ is undergoing 'emergency maintenance' oh oh, wonder what that means.? It went down around 20 minuted ago...

Prompted by: Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII)~Pablo Neruda
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Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

A young Kuryakin lay in bed with his lover, who also happened to be his handler.

It was a risky situation for both of them, but the intensity of their lovemaking was worth it.

She was older than Illya and wise in such ways.

“Katiya,” * he sighed, as he rolled over.

As summer in a golden church.

She reached over, running her hair through his golden tresses, feeling the heat from his body. She kissed his damp skin, then licked it.

“Mmmm, you taste good,” she whispered.

“You taste even better as he turned, smiling, and lowering himself to her.”

Katiya moaned as his tongue found its spot.”

And you withdraw to the underground world.

The next day she was gone from his bed; a note left on the pillow. She’d given him an assignment. An address, that was all.

He went to it; finding himself caught in a trap. An obvious set up at the German Ambassador’s residence.

He was arrested, and deported.

And becomes a naked hand again.

Illya never saw Katiya again, nor understood her betrayal.

He learned a hard lesson that day...never trust a woman. Keep them at arms length. That was what he would do.

He would resist the temptations of the flesh; that was the best course of action.

This would be his goal.

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* ref. “ First Kill” on fanfiction.net under Mlaw