"Soothing the savage Russian" for the Short Affair challenge due 2/11/19

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Challenge: The Short Affair

-Prompt Word 2 – Dig

-Prompt Colour – Pink

Author: mrua7

Title: Soothing the Savage Russian

Word count: Approx. 742

The sun was shining down, spreading its heat relentlessly throughout a bright blue sky that was devoid of clouds.

“Will you get me out of here!” Illya Kuryakin barked.

His face was a bright pink, not just from the sun but from the rise in the level of his annoyance.

“Say pretty please and I’ll dig you out.”

“Napoleon!”

“Come on now, how hard could it be? Pretty please with a little sugar on top? Hmm?” Solo was grinning from ear to ear.

His partner, placating several children playing nearby on the beach, let them bury him in the sand with only his head showing.  What was the harm in it? The two tow-headed girls were perhaps eight years of age and seemed innocent enough.

Solo and Kuryakin had wrapped up a courier assignment and were taking advantage of a having an extra day off before they would have to take their return flight back to New York.

Florida was generally comfortable this time of year, temperature-wise, and the Russian had not expected to be abandoned in the sand by the kiddies. He watched as they ran off to frolic in the surf, not giving him a second thought.

Solo had finally shown up, sauntering along the beach after flirting with two shapely bikini clad women, sadly he’d struck out with both of them.

Once he finished laughing his ass off at Illya’s predicament, he proceeded to torment his partner, just for fun. It wasn’t often he had Kuryakin at such a disadvantage.

“For pity’s sake Napoleon I am beginning to cook like a lobster!”

“That’s not possible tovarisch. You see you’re not in a pot of boiling water which is the preferred method of cooking said crustacean.”

Illya flashed his partner that patented blue-eyed stare that would send chills up the spine of any sane man. It was accompanied by a low, rumbling growl.

Napoleon decided he’d pushed the Russian far enough and began scooping out the sand with a neon green plastic bucket left there by the children.

It was slow going, but finally Illya’s shoulders were freed, then his arms. He grabbed the bucket from Solo and started digging his lower body free with the frenzy of a man on a mission.

As soon as he stood up in the hole he pointed a vengeful finger at his partner, while dressed in nothing but his black bathing trunks.

“Time to pay the piper,” he snarled. At that utterance Illya dove at Solo, missing him by and inch; he landed in the sand with a thud and watched as Napoleon took off down the beach.

“Are you okay Mister?”

Illya looked up, his eyesight temporarily blinded by the bright sunlight. Once he rolled over and sat up he saw an attractive redheaded woman looking down at him. She was quite shapely and clad in a skimpy blue polka dot bikini.

She offered her hand and Illya took it, hiking himself to his feet with her assistance.

“What happened?”

“Oh my friend was just torturing me while I was buried in the sand. I will get my revenge later, this I swear.”

“I’m hearing an accent; you sound British but I think a little Slavic too. My name is Sofiya.”

“My name is Illya, Illya Kuryakin and you are correct in your assumptions about my accent.”

“Really?” She smiled. “My area of study is linguistics and I’ve been focusing on Russian and Ukrainian.”

“Really,” he smiled as he parrotted back at her.”I would be interested in hearing about your studies. Have you had lunch?”

“No as a matter of fact I haven’t...so is that an invitation?” She flashed another beautiful smile.

“But of course.” Illya nodded as he brushed the sand from his arms and legs.

Farther down the beach Napoleon slowed to a jog as sensed Kuryakin wasn’t in pursuit.  He turned, walking backwards and stopped dead in his tracks.

Illya was walking off with one of the very same women he tried to pick up...it was the red head. Where was her blonde friend? Hmmm, maybe he’d have a chance if Illya introduced... well that wasn’t going to happen; Napoleon knew it.

He also knew he needed to watch his back until the savage beast that was his partner had been soothed; hopefully the redhead would do that.

Comments

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

I'm sure she will, redheads are very soothing. Thanks for this nice little interlude. Hope it warms the North-Hemisphereans.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Why thank you...since I'm a red head. lol! For once IK gets the girl.

We got about 4 inches of snow, but today is clear and sunny and it's melting away very quickly.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

The red-head will no doubt soothe him for the moment, but our blond knows how to harbour a grudge, and has the patience to wait for the right moment :-)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

chuckle...deep down I think Napoleon knows it's not going to be over.