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georgiesmith.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Nov. 13th, 2009 06:02 pm)Title: My Hair
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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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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.
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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.)