"Being of Two Minds"~ for the Great Episode Challenge

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THE ORIGINAL SCENE:

Challenge: The Great Episode Challenge

Episode title: The Hula Doll Affair

Question Choice: Prompt # 1
What if Illya had acted on his attraction?

Title: Being of two minds

Author: mrua7

Rating: gen

Word Count: approx. 1000

The scene as I see it and what was going on in our Russian’s head as he wrestled between his common sense and his libdo.
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Illya was perspiring heavily, not that warm temperatures didn’t do that to him as he was more comfortable in the cold, thanks to his Slavic blood and upbringing.

But it wasn’t the heat of the desert at the U.N.C.L.E. test site that was causing him to sweat; it was the presence of a particularly sexy tech in the bunker who was making him feel all hot and bothered.

The rising temperatures outside, the waiting for it to hit 90 degrees to detonate the M4 compound  seemed to amplify his own body heat as he stared at the technician.

She was, as Napoleon would utter one of his puns...hot.

Illya wasn’t the monk his partner often accused him of being, and he could admire a beautiful woman as much as the next man.

Kuryakin allowed himself to take in the heavenly body standing in front of him, eyeing her up and down in her tight yellow dress. Her measurements he guessed an ample 39-26-37 and he found them hard to ignore.

After tugging on his collar, making the statement about it being hotter inside than it was out; he hoped in getting a response from her.  She gave him an answer all right, but not what he expected.

Apparently she’d seen him eyeing her, somewhat nervously and said...thank you. Did she really just say that to him? That was a bit narcissistic in his estimation.

Though it wasn’t the first time a woman had flirted with him, nor he supposed would it be the last; it was just that he found her answer startling, that was why he grabbed the safely glasses and retreated like a coward.

Illya supposed he didn’t exactly like that comment of hers. Physically she was quite attractive and desirable, but her response told him she had an ego. She was, to say the least, no shrinking violet. Reading between the lines, he decided  that most likely she was a girl who could be referred to as ‘easy.’

Definitely not his type.

He preferred to get to know a girl, have a more personal relationship before things became intimate, though time and time Napoleon would tell him to relax and have some fun once in a while.

Granted she was intelligent, and she held a position of responsibility at the U.N.C.L.E. test center, so those things were in her favor besides her good looks.

Now it seemed he had two people sitting on his shoulders arguing the pros and cons of asking Miss Williams out on a date.

Napoleon was on his on his left and on his right was the manifestation of Illya’s own inner voice.

Solo telling him to go for it. “Nothing wrong with a one night stand,” but the voice of his conscience whispered to him to run in the other direction.

“Still, what could it hurt to call her when he got back from his assignment?” Illya reasoned. “ Perhaps it was the rising temperatures in the bunker that prompted her to speak the way she did?”

She was obviously attracted to him, and nowadays women were becoming more liberated and open to speaking their minds.

Illya hedged; he preferred a more reserved woman, or so he thought.

“But what’s wrong with thinking outside the box for once?” Napoleon’s devilish voice whispered.

He was pre-judging the girl and that was not being fair at all, Kuryakin told himself.

Yes, he would ring her up when he returned home. He would ask her out to dinner and perhaps take her to a show, get to know her a little better under less ‘heated’ circumstances.

After the tech closed the handcuff around his wrist, Illya paused.

“Tell me Miss Williams are you free next Saturday night?” He could at least get the ball rolling.

“Oh darn, Illya I’m not. I’m coming to New York this week for a conference and I have a date with Napoleon Solo.  Why do you ask?”

That didn’t stop her from still acting flirtatious again as she ran her hands provocatively along her sides, turning as if she were aiming those breasts of hers right at him like two silent torpedos.

“Well you see Miss Williams…” Illya swallowed hard, sweating even more.

“Please call me Edy.”

“Oh umm, Edy...yes,  I may want to repeat some more ordinance tests, under night conditions,” he lied through his teeth.

She shrugged her disappointment. “Oh well, maybe some other time

then?”

“I did not know you knew Mr. Solo.”

“Oh yes, we met a month ago when he was here on a stop over before going onto Los Angeles. We didn’t have time to go out, but he said if I was ever in New York….well you know.”

“Yes,I do. Thank you for your assistance today, now I must be off. I have a flight to catch.”

Illya opened the bunker door, trotted up the steps and quickly walked to his waiting jeep.

As he climbed into the driver’s seat, resting the silver briefcase beside him; he gave a sigh, relieved he had not asked Miss Williams out.

Illya snickered to himself,” Most definitely easy, especially given the fact she was flirting with you and in the next breath saying she had a date with Napoleon.”

He started the engine and drove off, kicking up the desert sand as he accelerated, heading towards the highway, some ten miles away.

Kuryakin was glad he trusted his instincts, yet again.

“Hmmm, but on second thought, if he got back early from his assignment he could call her before she had her date with Napoleon…?”

Illya cocked his eyebrows and smiled mischievously.

Comments

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Haha… Illya got out by the skin of his … um… :D

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Ewwwwwww. lol!