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Assignation~ for "A Little Drabble do Ya" Wednesday
Napoleon woke covered in perspiration. The heat wave was over, yet the air was heavy and oppressive. He’d left a glass of water on the nightstand, and reaching for it ; his hand knocked it over.
“Chyort.”
She sat up beside him. “Cursing like the Russian now darling? What was that? She went for her pistol under the pillow.”
“Nothing, broke a glass.”
She reached over, barely touching his face with her fingertips, letting them drift to his dry lips....
“Let me help you.” She used her tongue, kissing him softly.
”I have to go,” he whispered.
“Not yet...” she purred.