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spikesgirl58.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Feb. 6th, 2015 08:15 am)Title: Hungry for You
Author: Spikesgirl58
Genre: Man from UNCLE - N/I
Prompt: #344 - Police Song titles - Hungry For You (J'aurais Toujours Faim De Toi) by The Police
Word Count: 300
Rating: R
Illya lets Napoleon know just how much he missed him while on assignment. My thanks to Sparky for the beta.
Illya’s head poked from beneath the sheet and grinned up at his lover. For Napoleon’s part, he could do no more than breathe deeply and sigh frequently. His hands, still sweating, clutched the sheets for support. Illya skimmed up Napoleon’s body to settle down against him.
Napoleon lifted his head from the sweat-drenched pillow. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“You liked?” Illya’s face was flush, his expression sated.
“Would you check to see if I still have the top of my head? I’m pretty sure I blew it off when I came.” He collapsed back and made a contented noise.
Illya rose up on one elbow and nodded. “Still delightfully attached.”
“I never knew you possessed such noteworthy skills.”
“I have many in my arsenal.”
“To what do I owe that extreme pleasure?”
“J'aurais toujours faim de toi.” Illya’s hands were on the move again, stroking and caressing Napoleon’s chest with an open hand, his touch teasingly light. “All that time in Paris made me realize how much of me I’d left here. The assignment couldn’t get over fast enough." Illya’s voice turned a little sad. “I kept turning around to say something to you and you weren’t there.”
“I’m here now.” Napoleon lifted Illya’s chin and gazed into the hooded blue eyes. “And for the record, I’m hungry for you, too.” In a flash, he’d flipped Illya onto his back and straddled him. “Very hungry, indeed.” He interspersed each word with a kiss and a small nip, smiling as the skin beneath his lips fairly vibrated.
“Welcomed words to a starving man,” Illya gasped out.
“Hmm, if you can still talk, I must be doing something wrong.”
Illya chuckled, then groaned and panted as Napoleon’s fingers began to work their magic. “No, just right.”
“Then let’s eat.”
Author: Spikesgirl58
Genre: Man from UNCLE - N/I
Prompt: #344 - Police Song titles - Hungry For You (J'aurais Toujours Faim De Toi) by The Police
Word Count: 300
Rating: R
Illya lets Napoleon know just how much he missed him while on assignment. My thanks to Sparky for the beta.
Illya’s head poked from beneath the sheet and grinned up at his lover. For Napoleon’s part, he could do no more than breathe deeply and sigh frequently. His hands, still sweating, clutched the sheets for support. Illya skimmed up Napoleon’s body to settle down against him.
Napoleon lifted his head from the sweat-drenched pillow. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“You liked?” Illya’s face was flush, his expression sated.
“Would you check to see if I still have the top of my head? I’m pretty sure I blew it off when I came.” He collapsed back and made a contented noise.
Illya rose up on one elbow and nodded. “Still delightfully attached.”
“I never knew you possessed such noteworthy skills.”
“I have many in my arsenal.”
“To what do I owe that extreme pleasure?”
“J'aurais toujours faim de toi.” Illya’s hands were on the move again, stroking and caressing Napoleon’s chest with an open hand, his touch teasingly light. “All that time in Paris made me realize how much of me I’d left here. The assignment couldn’t get over fast enough." Illya’s voice turned a little sad. “I kept turning around to say something to you and you weren’t there.”
“I’m here now.” Napoleon lifted Illya’s chin and gazed into the hooded blue eyes. “And for the record, I’m hungry for you, too.” In a flash, he’d flipped Illya onto his back and straddled him. “Very hungry, indeed.” He interspersed each word with a kiss and a small nip, smiling as the skin beneath his lips fairly vibrated.
“Welcomed words to a starving man,” Illya gasped out.
“Hmm, if you can still talk, I must be doing something wrong.”
Illya chuckled, then groaned and panted as Napoleon’s fingers began to work their magic. “No, just right.”
“Then let’s eat.”
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