More than sweet nothings...

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A triple drabble follow-up to “New Kid on the Block” and “Twelve Days and counting...”

Napoleon whispered sweet nothings into the ear of his paramour, one whom he’d made a commitment to and that was April Dancer.

He cared for her, more than he wanted to admit. After a little jockeying between he and Illya. She chose.

Luckily his partner was ready to move on, so no harm done to his so-called non- existent feelings.

“Napoleon darling, that isn’t really necessary. I know your standard lines, and don’t need to hear them. I want to hear the real you whispering in my ear.”

If there was ever a moment for coitus interruptus, it was then.

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Napoleon  didn’t know what to say. He’d been talking that way to women for so long. He rolled over, lost in thought on that realization.

“You’re upset, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure who the real me is. I’ve been with so many women that it became  like a game. I don’t think I can talk to a woman in bed any other way.”

“You goose! Every time we make love, those lines are becoming a little redundant. I’d rather not have our sex life reduced to that please?”

“You’re right April,” he pulled her to him, whispering differently into her.

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April giggled at first, hearing these new words...special words, and her mood changed to one of pure passion.

Napoleon felt her excitement  instantly and acted upon it. He made love to her in a way he’d never made love to a woman before.

When they were sated, they lay together in each other’s arms.  He kissed her lightly on the forehead, saying nothing at first.

“So was that more like it?”

April’s eyes widened, finding herself not quite able to speak.

“Mmmm, what do you think darling?” She sighed, as she snuggled beside him.

That night became a memory as the next day they ventured off to different parts of the world, focusing on U.N.C.L.E. business.

Comments

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Think he figured it out, glad to see you could post this here.