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Title: My Hair
Author:
georgiesmith
Fandom: The Man From UNCLE
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Prompt: #230 - Curse
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction and not for profit.
What might appear to be a blessing can indeed be a curse.
Take my hair for example.
Everyone wants to touch it. EVERYONE. Co-workers, enemies, the woman (and man) in the street. It makes me stand out in a crowd and in my line of work it’ll end up being the death of me. Literally.
The only person who is allowed to touch only indulges himself when we’re somewhere alone. My partner runs his hands through my hair as we make love, holding me close and whispering Italian endearments into my ear.
Maybe my hair is a blessing after all.
Author:
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Fandom: The Man From UNCLE
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Prompt: #230 - Curse
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction and not for profit.
What might appear to be a blessing can indeed be a curse.
Take my hair for example.
Everyone wants to touch it. EVERYONE. Co-workers, enemies, the woman (and man) in the street. It makes me stand out in a crowd and in my line of work it’ll end up being the death of me. Literally.
The only person who is allowed to touch only indulges himself when we’re somewhere alone. My partner runs his hands through my hair as we make love, holding me close and whispering Italian endearments into my ear.
Maybe my hair is a blessing after all.
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The man was begging for a fight and Illya felt a strong urge to oblige him. Height and weight were not always an advantage in these matters—something he rather suspected Paul Matthews had yet to learn. Still…in three and a half years, he had never raised a hand against a fellow U.N.C.L.E. agent.
He tried the thought again in French. In three and a half years, I have never raised a hand against a fellow U.N.C.L.E. agent.
Then in Russian. Then in German. When he ran out of languages, someone was going to get hurt.
so the idea of Illya cursing was in my mind.
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This time around I just opened Word and sat there for a moment and then started typing. I have no idea where the idea came from. I think I spent more time cutting it town to 100 words than I did writing it in the first place. (I'm guessing that's pretty much the norm.)