Man from U.N.C.L.E. Section VII

“So at last we meet darling.”

“Yes...darling. I think this has been long overdue,” the platinum blonde smiled at the auburn-haired woman seated at her restaurant dinner table.

Angelique Le Chien sat opposite April Dancer, moving as though she poured herself into the chair.

Challenge: “Ladies First”

Title: “Wish you were here…”

Author: mrua7

Rating: Warning,Gen-Mature

Word Count: 1260

There she was alone, curled up in a luxurious bed, with her packages and shopping
bags on the floor surrounding her and no one with which to have a little fun.

At the moment Angelique Le Chien felt just a little disappointed no one she knew was

in town, friend or foe. She had no pressing assignments awating her attention.

Wearing nothing but today’s major purchase; she ran her fingers along the silky smooth fur of a beautiful mink stole; it was decadent but functional to ward off the winter winds here but in a way it was cold comfort against her mood.

There is some magic binds me to your eyes-Witchcraft, born of Sorcery and Guile; And yet they look so innocent all the while, A necromantic, star-bright blue surprise! Did Merlin out of Camelot devise the runic incantation of your smile? Is Circe's song one half so volatile, enchanting, or bewitching as your sighs?There's wizardry in sunlight on your hair; and conjury in the curving of your breast; You walk and create music everywhere to cast a spell and leave my heart possessed. For when you're near, like alchemists of old, You turn my life's base metal into gold.

Napoleon Solo sat waiting in a rich velvet chair, reciting to his platinum blonde companion, words befitting the season as it was All Hallows Eve.

“Darling, you wax poetic this evening. I simply adore Halloween as it’s my kind of day; delicious costumes, bats, werewolves, vampires….mmmm yes spiders.”

“Did you have to bring up spiders Angelique? I’m still crushed you tried to kill me with one.”

“Napoleon dearest, I knew that insipid Russian would find it in time,” she ran a blood red fingernail along his chin line. “If I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead. Now can we please go? I don’t want to miss the costume ball.”

Solo stood with a flourish, whipping his red satin-lined cape into place. “Shall we?” He offered her his arm.

“Please tell me Kuryakin won’t be there? Can’t we have an evening off from his presence?”

“Well he and I have this standing agreement; we watch each others backs.”

Angelique gave a sarcastic click of the tongue. “You’re soooo trusting darling.”

“With you my dear, only to a point. Now shall we...don’t want to miss the ‘witching hour’ do we?”

Nearby, Kuryakin listened, giving an obligatory roll of the eyes...

Napoleon stood at the hotel window looking down at the view of Paris, he was dressed only in a pair of dark blue silk pajama bottoms.

A pair of feminine hands slipped around his waist from behind him and he smiled.

“Good morning, sleep well?”

“Good morning to you darling,” Angelique purred, “And yes I slept well for... maybe two hours. Napoleon darling, I must say, your staying power is mind boggling.”

He said nothing, and continued to gaze out the window.

“What is it you Americans say...hmm, you have so many of those colloquial sayings. Ah, yes I remember now...”penny for your thoughts?”

He sighed. “Don’t you ever wonder what it would be like to lead a normal life?”

“Napoleon, what is normal?”

“You know, a regular job, nights and weekends to yourself.” He turned wrapping his arms around her, clasping his hands together behind her back.

Her platinum blonde hair was slightly tosseled and she brushed it out of her eyes with her fingers.

“That sounds so dreadfully boring. Who would want that?”

“Sometimes I feel like I do,” he whispered to her, planting a soft kiss at the base of her throat.

“Think about it, if you had such a life, you wouldn’t have met me. Am I not at least worth it, don’t I give you a thrill?”

He paused in his nibbling, thinking that over before he answered her.

“You better say yes Napoleon Solo, or I just might have to kill you.”

“Angelique, you are as always...thrilling as ever.” He drove his lips onto hers, silencing whatever she might have planned to say, though she let her body give her answer, he supposed.

Their rendezvous was over and Napoleon saw her downstairs to a waiting taxi; out of the corner

of his eye, he spotted a familiar blond head peeking over the top of a copy of  ‘Le Parisien’ while

standing on the nearby corner sidewalk.

“Oh real subtle,” Solo called to him.

“Subtlety was not my intention,” Illya smiled, lowering the newspaper. “I wanted her to see me and know I was covering your back. I will never understand how you can so casually sleep with her Napoleon, as she would surely kill you in an instant if it suited her purposes.”

“Your problem tovarisch is that you stick to the rules and don’t take chances once in awhile. Where’s the fun in that? There’s a little thrill in taking a risk you know.”

“I prefer to err on the side of caution and remain alive. “ Illya winked at him.”You have your way of doing things and I have mine, but my way usually ends up keeping you from falling off a cliff.”

“Hmm, I suppose,”Napoleon thought, “but your way seems to require me rescuing you a lot.”  He gave a loud whistle, summoning a cab to stop.

At first the Russian gave no reply to his partner’s statement, and looked rather contemplative as the two of them climbed into the back seat of the taxi.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Napoleon repeated the phrase put to him by Angelique.

“You are the more adventurous one and ever the optimist. You take risks because you simply shrug off the consequences, thinking everything will always be fine. Being your partner, I find it necessary to get you out of these precarious situations you put yourself into, which inturn gets me into trouble.”

Napoleon blushed. Illya was right, if he didn’t take risks then that would keep his partner from, well....jumping in front of him to take a bullet perhaps?

“You’re right, but as much as I’d like to say I’ll mend my ways, you know I won’t,” the American smiled. “I am what I am.”