"Tit for Tat"~ for The Short Affair Challenge

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Challenge: The Short Affair

Prompt #1 Curtain

Color: Orange.

Title: Tit for Tat

Author: mrua7

Word count: approx 600

The grey barrel of a gun slowly moved aside a hotel curtain, allowing its wielder to peek out. There was a mist remaining low to the ground that would burn off once the sun rose with its warming rays.

“Dawn has arrived,” Napoleon Solo said to his companion as he watched the horizon fill with brilliant shades of orange and yellow..

“Come back to bed darling, we still have some time. I’m cold and need you to warm me.”

“Angelique, you’re too hot blooded to be cold, but on the other hand emotionally…”

“I take umbrage at that,” the THRUSH agent stepped down to the floor, wrapping herself in a dark silk sheet.

Solo was to her side in seconds, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her pouting lips as he ran the tip of his gun barrel along the naked skin of her back.

“Ewww darling you’re giving me goosebumps. I just love the feeling of something hard against my skin.”

Solo laughed. “Nice try.” He stepped away, grabbing his clothes from the chair where they’d been neatly draped. “I’m afraid our little rendezvous is over for today. We both have our jobs to do, and Illya is waiting for me.”

Angelique moved the curtain aside with her hand, spying the Russian standing on the street below, leaning against a still illuminated lamp post. He looked up, uncrossing his arms and wiggled his fingers, waving at her with a smirk on his face.

“I hate that man," she droned.

"Now, now. Illya's only watching out for me."

"Napoleon dearest, his presence at times does become rather tiresome. Doesn't he have anything better to do than to babysit you?"

"Now it's my turn to take umbrage. He's not my babysitter."

While Angelique was preoccupied looking out the window, Solo reached for her silver brooch she’d left on the bed table and attached a small disc to the back of it...a listening device as a bit of insurance. It was just small enough to hopefully be overlooked by her.  He was already dressed when she finally turned here attention back to him.

“Shall I wait for you?” He asked.

“No, I think I’ll go back to sleep...you did keep me awake most of the night after all.”

“I never heard you protest. I you were tired, we could have stopped, “ he smiled at her.

“With you darling, never. Now go meet your nasty Russian and do what you do. À bientôt.”

Still, Angelique seductively draped herself along the edge of the bed, using her body language as an enticement to draw the American to her side.

Napoleon knelt on his knee, and leaning over, he kissed her one last time. She tried pulling him closer, grabbing him by the lapels, but he resisted.

“Chow,” he whispered as he slipped from her grasp.

Solo was out the door and down to the street, greeting his waiting partner in minutes. He paused, reaching beneath his collar, retrieving the listening device Angelique had planted there.

“Nice try,” he whispered into it before dropping it down a sewer grate. He supposed she'd find his own listening device as well. It didn't really matter as it was all part of their little game.

He quickly caught up with Illya and together they disappeared in the last of the mist, turning a corner and walking out of view...

"She is becoming a bit predictable my friend,"Kuryakin finally commented.

"In some ways, yes tovarisch....in some ways." Solo smiled.

Comments

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

As with most of my posts, I finished it about ten minutes before posting it, lol. I'm enjoying the challenge too. Thanks for getting me to do it :-)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

You're welcome! It's a great addition to the site, and the word count gives people the opportunity to write something more than a drabble but still short. Eventually it'll catch on and more writers will jump in. It took a long time for the other challenges to catch on.