The Randomness of Life~Chapter 93 for "A Little Drabble Do Ya" ~ Section VII Drabble Challenge

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

( a quadruple drabble)

Prompted by: Delay~Elizabeth Jennings

The radiance of the star that leans on me
Was shining years ago. The light that now
Glitters up there my eyes may never see,
And so the time lag teases me with how

Love that loves now may not reach me until
Its first desire is spent. The star's impulse
Must wait for eyes to claim it beautiful
And love arrived may find us somewhere else.

"Come with me to the Casbah; romantic images, Arabian nights...sigh"

"Focus on the mission and not on dalliances," Illya chastised him; glancing out from the balcony of their hotel room.

"I take that back. A sandstorm is headed our way and that will delay us...Napoleon, where are you going?"

"The night is young, and I'm not wasting it. Heading to the hotel bar to see what earthly delights await."

"You realize they do not serve liquor here; this is a Muslim city."

"So….care to join me?"

"Why not?" Illya shrugged.

Taking the elevator downstairs, they walked into the dark room that served as the hotel bar.

Alluring, filled with palm trees and tiled patterns of blue and white: the staff closed solid oak doors over the open latticework that coverned the windows...no glass here, nor in any part of the hotel.

Seated at a candlelit table; a lone platinum blonde sipped her exotic umbrella drink from a coconut.

Kuryakin growled. “How could she be here?”

“Easy chum, perhaps she’s just be a weary traveler.”

“Darling?” She gesturing to the chair next to her.,”What a surprise.”

“Hmm, fancy meeting you here,” Napoleon seated himself.

“Care for a drink?” She poured from a flask into the coconut. “Only rum.”  Looking about, she took a sip directly from the flask. “And where is he?”

“Lurking about.”

“Invite him over darling, a truce for now.”

Solo gestured, calling his partner from the shadows.

“Angelique,” Illya nodded.

“Kuryakin,” she returned the greeting. “Care for a drink?” She held up the flask,” Oh I forgot you only drink vodka and this is…”

“Yes I know it is rum, I heard. What brings you to this hotel?”

“Always about business aren’t you liebling? I’m merely passing through, taking refuge from the storm and nothing more. May I also ask what brings you both here?”

Napoleon smiled, kissing her hand,” Let’s not talk business.”

Watching their eyes meet, Illya knew what would be happening.  He sighed. At least he would have a bed to retreat to while Napoleon and that temptress made their rendezvous in her suite.

“Excuse me, I have reading to do.” Illya patted his partner on the shoulder; deftly planting a bug beneath Napoleon’s suit collar.

Not that he wanted to be a voyeur, but caution dictated he listen in; one never knew what Angeliqe La Chien was up to...

Comments

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Sensible Illya. I can't help hoping the bug wasn't needed, but sometimes once is enemy action.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Chuckling...I'm sure he'll be hoping it won't be needed either. Can't imagine him having to listing in on the 'nocturnal' activities of his partner and Angelique... eeeek.

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[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Where would Napoleon be without Illya looking out for him? Lovely tale. Can we have an account of the rendezvous? Purely for the sake of research you understand :-)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Oh my goodness! Hmm, Illya ins't one for talking as we well know. That account may require a trip to the Map Room.

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[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

I, for one, could use a trip to the map room. Now if I could just remember where it is...

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Oh my goodness has this story stirred some randiness in you and JantoJones? LOL!

I guess I'll be visiting the map room sooner than anticipated, just for the two of you. (and anyone else who's suddenly feeling the need)

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[pactnmmt.livejournal.com]

Illya would have made a good Boy Scout, he's always prepared! He knows too well that Angelique can't be trusted.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

He's well trained, isn't he and should be when it comes to Napoleon and his nocturnal adventures that aren't always the wisest.

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[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Ever vigilant is our Russian. One of these days it'll be Napoleon going to his room with a book ;)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Ah but in this case the reading is a ruse...clever Illya, keeping an eye out for his partner...remotely that is.

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[carabele.livejournal.com]

[giggle[ Oh those dangerous rendezvous Napoleon is addicted to!

Charmingly (rather like our CEA) written!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you for that very nice compliment! Glad you enjoyed it. :D