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The doors to Waverly’s conference room opened with a quiet ‘whoosh’ and in strolled Napoleon Solo, flanked by his Russian partner.
“Gentlemen, thank you for being prompt.” The Old Man’s attention returned to the auburn-haired woman seated across from him.
“Miss Dancer, I’ll expect your report upon arrival in London. Now Dismissed.”
April dressed in a tight-fitting yellow mini-dress and matching boots stood. Slowly walking to the door, she flashed a coy smile.
The effects of her swaying hips were hypnotic as three necks craned to watch her.
“Brrrhummhumm, yes quite,” Waverly coughed, hoping the others hadn’t noticed his gawking.
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Date: 2014-10-08 05:06 pm (UTC)I'm sure the others did notice, but considered it inevitable.
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Date: 2014-10-08 05:34 pm (UTC)Illya and Napoleon, on the other hand are another matter....lol.
Thanks for commenting! I went with a drabble today, as I just didn't have it in me for a long piece of fic. I've been doing a lot of writing lately (an understatement) And am still tweaking my mini-bang story that'll be posted on mfu50bang on the 11th. THAT was a labor of love....17,000 words. Whew.
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Date: 2014-10-08 05:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-08 06:41 pm (UTC)