section7mfu | The Randomness of Live~ Chapter 90 (Reply)

A triple drabble: and picks up after "The Deadly Games Affair"

Prompted by: Deadly Games~ Micha Thompson

I see you! Lying there clueless. Your fate is fast approaching.I grin!

An evil grin. Ears back with senses peaked. Shhhhh! Poor innocent little fuzzy.

Sizing you up seconds from launch. Whoosh!

Flying in an acrobatic plight. Claws extended anticipating your soft flesh.

Got you!

Sudden death for you fuzzy. Only to retreat and immediately size you up again. Here Kitty! ! '

'Kitty, Kitty, Kitty.'

'There you are you big Kitty. Come here.' Saved again!

But don't worry fuzzy. Your days are short and numbered!

Illya Kuryakin met his partner inside headquarters, telling him to go outside and see his visitor, before she gave place a bad name."

Solo cocked his head, realizing who the Russian was referring to.

Angelique maintained a sultry pose as she leaned against her cherry red Corvette, leering just a little. Her dress clung to her seductively, pressing her breasts together to reveal her ample cleavage.

"Truce?"

"No spiders?"

"Just me darling."

"Since you put it that way, I guess it's all right." He said, taking her hand, kissing it.

They chatted until Solo watched, sighing as his lover drove off and out of his life for the moment. He turned, slowly walking to the steps intending to return to headquarters, when he spotted the top of a blond head barely visible in the stairwell, above the level of the sidewalk.

Illya was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his lips pursed with that disapproving look of his.

"Being a little voyeuristic?" Napoleon sneered.

"Not in the least, just ensuring none of Angelique's pets were prowling around."

"There wasn't problem, we declared a truce. I think you were the one doing the prowling chum… being a little nosy."

"I am a spy, remember?" The Russian smiled. "If you think that little of my watchfulness, then I suppose you do not want me to remove that spider on your arm? So much for truces."

Solo nearly jumped out of his skin, hastily brushing his sleeves with his hands.

"Is it gone?" He asked, nervously looking himself over, searching for the arachnid.

The Russian turned away, stifling a response.

"Very funny! So there wasn't a spider, was there? Illya!"

The gentle tinkle of a brass bell, accompanied by a snicker were all that he heard from his smart aleck partner.