A Man from U.N.C.L.E. Story
by Darklady
Chapter Thirty-Seven : Black is the Color of my True Loves Hair
Rated: NC-17
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Napoleon is putting away his shoes when I come out of the shower. Nice view. I fold the towel and place it over the bedside chair.
"Early day tomorrow." Napoleon flips back the sheets.
I move the alarm clock to my side and set it for five a.m. "Not that early." Not for our prior life, at least. Now? I am reassessing early rising as a virtue. Perhaps I will work on 'early to bed' instead.
"Too early to do this in the morning." He leans over and places a kiss at the base of my spine.
I freeze, not wanting to risk any movement that might take me away from those tempting lips. Continuing up my spine in a series of nips, he places both hands on my waist and guides me back to the bed. When my knees hit the mattress, I allow myself to collapse on top on him. Such a warm resting place. So...accommodating.
"Far to early," he mutters again.
"So?" I make it a question although I roll over and indicate with my kisses on his shoulders that I already anticipate his answer. Anticipate it with great enthusiasm, in fact. Only one conclusion is possible, and I offer it gladly. "So we should do it tonight!"
"Illyusha," he answers, his breath catching on the words as I stroke him and wrap my tongue around his ear. "I have always admired your....strategic thinking."
He kisses his way down my chest, stopping at each nipple to taste and cherish. Then his tongue is at my navel, gently exploring, before I recapture breath enough to answer. "I have always admired your...ohh..ability to improvise."
"Like this?" He takes one ball into his mouth with a gentle suction that somehow gathers every nerve in my body into a single bundle.
"Yes...ohh. Exactly like that," I moan.
He releases it in order to nibble his way up my swelling shaft. "Lucky you never have a problem getting...up..in the morning."
I feel his fresh hardness growing against my leg. "You are.....ohh...up already."
"So are you."
"Yess....", I hiss. "Now."
His lips brush the head of my shaft, moving to consume it. Pure pleasure, but... I open my legs in blatant offering. "No. Want you....in me.."
"OK." He slide along my body, teasing every inch as the tight curls of his chest catch and tickle.
The slide of a drawer, a hint of cold, and his fingers are on me. In me. Opening and preparing me.
"Now," I plead.
A flash of pressure and he is within me. Just the head, but that is enough to start the first hum of pleasure along my spine. Then more, inch by inch as he sinks deeper and I thrust up to meet him.
His hands circle my cock, stroking and squeezing in rhythm to each thrust until I somehow forget where he ends and I begin. At his deepest reach, the brush of hot flesh sends fire along each vein. Enveloping me. Consuming me. Reducing the world to two then opening it again in a sudden unsustainable glory of infinite pleasure. I accept my own release even as he floods within me, warming me somehow deeper then just in the body. Warming somehow the entire world.
As we rest together, Napasha pulls the blanket up and tucks it around my shoulders. "Rest, Illyusha. You have a long day tomorrow."
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*Brrrring* *Brrrring* Napoleon's portable phone rings as I am pulling on my boots.
"It is five-thirty in the morning?" I ask. "Who could be calling now?"
"Answer it," Napasha groans, rolling back into the pillows.
I pick it up and press the button."Yes?"
"Mr. Napoleon Solo, please." It is a man's voice from the other end. Considering the hour, he sounds obscenely cheerful.
I cover the receiver. "For you."
"What moron..?" he begins, but pushes himself up and holds out his hand.
I hand it to him without comment.
"Solo speaking," he snaps, jacking up the volume and holding the phone out so I can also hear.
"Excellent. Sorry to call so early, but I wanted to catch you before you went out for the day. I'm Joe Bierbaum, from Avian Solutions in Montecito. Right near Santa Barbara."
"Bill Vally's friend."
"Exactly. He called me last night, and mentioned that you might be down in our neck of the woods today."
"Yes?"
"Wonderful," The voice gushed. " Any chance we could get together today? Let me show you some of our set-up here. Perhaps take you out for lunch? I know a wonderful fish place."
"Let me check."
Napoleon drops the volume back to normal and places his hand over the mouthpiece.
"Why not?" I suggest. "If the lab is at all interesting I will probably have lunch with the faculty. If not - I will go to the library. If you drop me off at ten-thirty , you should easily be able to meet him wherever. And .... I would appreciate your company on the drive."
"OK," Napasha says, returning to the phone. "Lunch is good. Give me your address." He snatches a scrap of paper from the nightstand and scribbles. "Very good. I should be there by... shall we say eleven thirty?"
Napasha listens a moment longer, then says, "I'm looking forward to it as well."
"So am I." I give Napasha a bright smile as I pull on my shoulder holster and unplug my phone.
"You get the car ready while I grab a shower," Napasha replies, reaching for the closet. "If we want to get there on time I had better get moving."
END CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN