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Prompted by: Sonnet On An Alpine Night ~Dorothy Parker
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Thus to face Beauty have I traveled far,


He poured another glass of champagne for her as he gazed into her familiar, lively blue eyes.


“Napoleon, I really shouldn’t. I’ll get tipsy.”


“And what’s wrong with that?”


“My darling, you may think that with your many female admirers, but after all, I am your Aunt,” Amy chided him.

.


When Beauty, still and suppliant at last,


“Darling, another glass of champagne, I really couldn’t. One

would think you’re trying to get me just a little tipsy.”


“And what’s wrong with that?”


“Ah but you could work your charms on me and get me to go to bed with you,” Angelique purred.


“And this is something new?”

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Prompted by: Sonnet On An Alpine Night ~Dorothy Parker
.



Thus to face Beauty have I traveled far,


He poured another glass of champagne for her as he gazed into her familiar, lively blue eyes.


“Napoleon, I really shouldn’t. I’ll get tipsy.”


“And what’s wrong with that?”


“My darling, you may think that with your many female admirers, but after all, I am your Aunt,” Amy chided him.

.


When Beauty, still and suppliant at last,


“Darling, another glass of champagne, I really couldn’t. One

would think you’re trying to get me just a little tipsy.”


“And what’s wrong with that?”


“Ah but you could work your charms on me and get me to go to bed with you,” Angelique purred.


“And this is something new?”

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Half-drabbles inspired by lines from a single poem.



Prompted by: Range-Finding ~Robert Frost

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And still the bird revisited her young.

“Look out!” Napoleon cried as the chopper dove in their direction, shooting at them with a powerful .50 caliber Browning machine gun.

The bullets strafed the ground on either side of the agents.

“Do you think she is just a little pissed off?”

“Well we did destroy her nest.”

.


The indwelling spider ran to greet the fly,

Angelique placed a carnation on Napoleon’s lapel, just as she had once before.

“I trust no spider this time?” He asked warily.

“No darling not quite, perhaps tonight I will be your spider and you can be my fly.”

“Where would you like to lure me, your room or mine?”

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Half-drabbles inspired by lines from a single poem.



Prompted by: Range-Finding ~Robert Frost

.

And still the bird revisited her young.

“Look out!” Napoleon cried as the chopper dove in their direction, shooting at them with a powerful .50 caliber Browning machine gun.

The bullets strafed the ground on either side of the agents.

“Do you think she is just a little pissed off?”

“Well we did destroy her nest.”

.


The indwelling spider ran to greet the fly,

Angelique placed a carnation on Napoleon’s lapel, just as she had once before.

“I trust no spider this time?” He asked warily.

“No darling not quite, perhaps tonight I will be your spider and you can be my fly.”

“Where would you like to lure me, your room or mine?”

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link to part one:http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/90365.html
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Serena went first, spinning him around and shoving his back hard against the wall that was eerily bathed in red. She found that light very erotic as she ran her hands up and down along Napolen's body while she stood in front of him in a tight red dress that made her blend in with their surroundings.

“Hey no cheating,” Julie warned.

“There was no rule against it,” Serena insisted.

“Fine, fine...get on with it darling, I’m anxious for my turn.” Angelique called out as she puffed on a cigarette.



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link to part one:http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/90365.html
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Serena went first, spinning him around and shoving his back hard against the wall that was eerily bathed in red. She found that light very erotic as she ran her hands up and down along Napolen's body while she stood in front of him in a tight red dress that made her blend in with their surroundings.

“Hey no cheating,” Julie warned.

“There was no rule against it,” Serena insisted.

“Fine, fine...get on with it darling, I’m anxious for my turn.” Angelique called out as she puffed on a cigarette.



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Summary: Napoleon finds mischief and trouble  when he returns to Kenny’s Castaways.  Here’s the cat fight you all asked for folks, as well as answers to other questions.

" Surprise Surprise"                            http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/83299.html

"We’ve got to stop meeting like this"   http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/83709.html part one
                                                        http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/85009.html part two


"Pax Romana" the conclusion             http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/90365.html part one
                                                        http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/91076.html part two
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Napoleon Solo stepped up to the side walk from the steps at Del Floria’s. It was three in the morning and the street lights created sharp shadows across the front of the building.

A trickle of sweat ran down his face as it was hot and oppressively humid. He draped his suit jacket over his shoulder while he waited for an UNCLE taxi to appear from the parking garage. There was still enough traffic on the street to create the usual din of horns periodically blaring, and engines roaring in a city that never really slept.

Napoleon was feeling tired, but restless as he’d just finished his reports with his partner regarding their last mission to South America.  “Gervais Ravel, ahhh,” he sighed, deadly and beautiful ...he let his thoughts drift to where they shouldn’t have; leaving him now hotter as well as bothered. He wanted sex.


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Summary: Napoleon finds mischief and trouble  when he returns to Kenny’s Castaways.  Here’s the cat fight you all asked for folks, as well as answers to other questions.

" Surprise Surprise"                            http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/83299.html

"We’ve got to stop meeting like this"   http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/83709.html part one
                                                        http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/85009.html part two


"Pax Romana" the conclusion             http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/90365.html part one
                                                        http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/91076.html part two
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Napoleon Solo stepped up to the side walk from the steps at Del Floria’s. It was three in the morning and the street lights created sharp shadows across the front of the building.

A trickle of sweat ran down his face as it was hot and oppressively humid. He draped his suit jacket over his shoulder while he waited for an UNCLE taxi to appear from the parking garage. There was still enough traffic on the street to create the usual din of horns periodically blaring, and engines roaring in a city that never really slept.

Napoleon was feeling tired, but restless as he’d just finished his reports with his partner regarding their last mission to South America.  “Gervais Ravel, ahhh,” he sighed, deadly and beautiful ...he let his thoughts drift to where they shouldn’t have; leaving him now hotter as well as bothered. He wanted sex.


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Napoleon woke covered in perspiration. The heat wave was over, yet the air was heavy and oppressive.  He’d left a glass of water on the nightstand, and reaching for it ; his hand knocked it over.

“Chyort.”

She sat up beside him. “Cursing like the Russian now darling? What was that?  She went for her pistol under the pillow.”

“Nothing, broke a glass.”

She reached over, barely touching his face with her fingertips, letting them drift to his dry lips....

“Let me help you.” She used her tongue, kissing him softly.

”I have to go,” he whispered.

“Not yet...” she purred.

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Napoleon woke covered in perspiration. The heat wave was over, yet the air was heavy and oppressive.  He’d left a glass of water on the nightstand, and reaching for it ; his hand knocked it over.

“Chyort.”

She sat up beside him. “Cursing like the Russian now darling? What was that?  She went for her pistol under the pillow.”

“Nothing, broke a glass.”

She reached over, barely touching his face with her fingertips, letting them drift to his dry lips....

“Let me help you.” She used her tongue, kissing him softly.

”I have to go,” he whispered.

“Not yet...” she purred.

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link to part three: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/55790.html
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Kitty escorted him to the barn and It was obvious that she was flirting with him, and since he’d had interest in her already, Kitty from communications that is, Illya decided what the heck. He shrugged absentmindedly, reached out and pulled her to him in a deep, passionate kiss.

One thing led to another, and he was naked, making love to her in a pile of hay; remembering to pull the familiar foil packet from his trousers, and putting on a condom.




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link to part three: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/55790.html
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It was obvious that she was flirting with him, and since he’d had interest in her already, Kitty from communications that is, Illya decided what the heck. He shrugged absentmindedly, reached out and pulled her to him in a deep, passionate kiss.

One thing led to another, and he was naked, making love to her; remembering to pull the familiar foil packet from his trousers, and putting on a condom.




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This story was prompted after some cousins read my derring do story, "The Fat Tuesday Affair,"  A little different for me so I hope you like it. No summary as that might spoil things. It's rated Gen.
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“Touché”






“Et-la_ and there!” One of the fencers shouted the traditional phrase as he made a hit on is opponent. The style was easily recognizable as he charged aggressively, cutting with the sabre across his opponents face mask and scoring. The style of course was Russian.

The two men had been sparring for quite some time and decided to end their workout with a match. It lasted less than three minutes with the Russian scoring the enough points to win.  His opponent scored a few hits, but not anywhere near the requisite number of fifteen.


read on... )continuer s'il vous plaît... )
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This story was prompted after some cousins read my derring do story, "The Fat Tuesday Affair,"  A little different for me so I hope you like it. No summary as that might spoil things. It's rated Gen.
______________________________________________________________

“Touché”  






“Et-la_ and there!” One of the fencers shouted the traditional phrase as he made a hit on is opponent. The style was easily recognizable as he charged aggressively, cutting with the sabre across his opponents face mask and scoring. The style of course was Russian.

The two men had been sparring for quite some time and decided to end their workout with a match. It lasted less than three minutes with the Russian scoring the enough points to win.  His opponent scored a few hits, but not anywhere near the requisite number of fifteen.


read on... )continuer s'il vous plaît... )

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Author: Avery11
genre: Gen
(A bit of HODOWE silliness
for April Fool's Day)






POISSON D'AVRIL


     Napoleon Solo slunk through the door at DelFloria's, his body sore and bruised from his narrow escape the previous evening. The bell above the door tinkled cheerfully as he entered; he winced at the sound. His empty stomach roiled ominously, and his head felt as though someone had set up a mining operation inside his cranium -- lingering effects of the knockout drug Angelique had slipped into his post-coital brandy. He removed his dark glasses, and groaned. Why did it have to be morning? And sunny? 

  

     The rest of this story has been deleted for a year so that it can be included in Lisa Madden's zine, "The Kuryakin Files." The zine is Gen-awesome, with nearly 200 pages of Illya and Napoleon stories and art. Contact Lisa at North Coast Press if you want to order a copy:
lemadden52@gmail.com

    

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Author: Avery11
genre: Gen
(A bit of HODOWE silliness
for April Fool's Day)






POISSON D'AVRIL


     Napoleon Solo slunk through the door at DelFloria's, his body sore and bruised from his narrow escape the previous evening. The bell above the door tinkled cheerfully as he entered; he winced at the sound. His empty stomach roiled ominously, and his head felt as though someone had set up a mining operation inside his cranium -- lingering effects of the knockout drug Angelique had slipped into his post-coital brandy. He removed his dark glasses, and groaned. Why did it have to be morning? And sunny? 

  

     The rest of this story has been deleted for a year so that it can be included in Lisa Madden's zine, "The Kuryakin Files." The zine is Gen-awesome, with nearly 200 pages of Illya and Napoleon stories and art. Contact Lisa at North Coast Press if you want to order a copy:
lemadden52@gmail.com

    

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Every once in a while I remember something I've written, and go through to see if there's room for improvement.  As usual, there was, so I have made those changes and offer it once again.  I think it works here on Section VII, a possible scene from Season 2, perhaps...
The opening and closing quotations are from The Chronicles Of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe
~~~~~:



Dialog - 
Susan: [reading the dictionary] "Gastrovascular"... Come on, Peter. "Gastrovascular". 
Peter: Is it Latin? 
Susan: Yes.
Edmund: Is it Latin for "worst game ever invented"? 
[Susan shuts her dictionary] 
Lucy: We could play hide and seek. 
Peter: [sarca
stically] But we're already having so much fun"


~~~~~:

The Table Will Crack

It wasn't unusual to find them together, both of them fascinated by the strangely seductive power each one held over the other. He sat at his perch atop morality's highest pinnacle of altruism and self-sacrifice that was the U.N.C.L.E. ; conversely, she was in the shallow end of the stream where greed and megalomania were personified in the organization known as THRUSH. Uncharacteristically, they were each drawn to those qualities in the other that most epitomized the antithesis of who and what they were, or the goals after which they so energetically chased.


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[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com

Every once in a while I remember something I've written, and go through to see if there's room for improvement.  As usual, there was, so I have made those changes and offer it once again.  I think it works here on Section VII, a possible scene from Season 2, perhaps...
The opening and closing quotations are from The Chronicles Of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe
~~~~~:



Dialog - 
Susan: [reading the dictionary] "Gastrovascular"... Come on, Peter. "Gastrovascular". 
Peter: Is it Latin? 
Susan: Yes.
Edmund: Is it Latin for "worst game ever invented"? 
[Susan shuts her dictionary] 
Lucy: We could play hide and seek. 
Peter: [sarca
stically] But we're already having so much fun"


~~~~~:

The Table Will Crack

It wasn't unusual to find them together, both of them fascinated by the strangely seductive power each one held over the other. He sat at his perch atop morality's highest pinnacle of altruism and self-sacrifice that was the U.N.C.L.E. ; conversely, she was in the shallow end of the stream where greed and megalomania were personified in the organization known as THRUSH. Uncharacteristically, they were each drawn to those qualities in the other that most epitomized the antithesis of who and what they were, or the goals after which they so energetically chased.


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