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TITLE: Far From Plain
AUTHOR: Ashley-Pitt
FANDOM: The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
PAIRINGS: Napoleon Solo/ Illya Kuryakin
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 100
CHALLENGE:
slashthedrabble Challenge #207--Plain
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in a while, but put them away tidily
There was nothing “plain” about that man.
No… indeed. Napoleon Solo said to himself.
The slim blond Russian assigned only recently as his partner was…amazing…intelligent… a crack- shot….. cunning….beautiful…
The dark haired agent shook his head…...Where the hell did that come from?
His new partner was a man…. a Russian…. whose lower lip was so….
Solo got up and walked around the room. He was a bona-fide heterosexual. Myriads of women could attest.
Right….?
Of course...
Solo flipped through his little black book.
Tonight…Debbie? Heather?
Just then the door snicked open.
“Napoleon” the blond man said. “Are you free for dinner?”
AUTHOR: Ashley-Pitt
FANDOM: The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
PAIRINGS: Napoleon Solo/ Illya Kuryakin
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 100
CHALLENGE:
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in a while, but put them away tidily
There was nothing “plain” about that man.
No… indeed. Napoleon Solo said to himself.
The slim blond Russian assigned only recently as his partner was…amazing…intelligent… a crack- shot….. cunning….beautiful…
The dark haired agent shook his head…...Where the hell did that come from?
His new partner was a man…. a Russian…. whose lower lip was so….
Solo got up and walked around the room. He was a bona-fide heterosexual. Myriads of women could attest.
Right….?
Of course...
Solo flipped through his little black book.
Tonight…Debbie? Heather?
Just then the door snicked open.
“Napoleon” the blond man said. “Are you free for dinner?”