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Casbah Redux by Taliesin (NC-17)
Fandom: THE MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo / Illya Kuryakin
Length: 97K
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Taliesin's Reach
Why this must be read: I'm a sucker for stories that are episode related and this is one of my all-time favorites. This tale follows on the heels of the third season episode "The Take Me to the Casbah Affair". Illya had burned his hands during an escape from evil Thrushies (are there any other kind) and we now find him in a hotel room with his hands bound and unusable enjoying a good sulk when his "vacation," which was forced upon him by Mr. Waverly, is interrupted by Napoleon who claims he has been assigned to watch Thrush HQ and report on who the evil and now deceased evil Thrushies replacement is. Or is Napoleon there for other reasons? Of course he is! This is another extremely hot and simultaneously tender love story from one of my favorite writers.
Unexpectedly, Napoleon turned to face him squarely . His hand insolently ruffled Illya's blond locks, then slid lightly down his cheek. "My stupidity almost got us both killed yesterday. You're paying the price of it." He gathered Illya's bandaged hands into his warm clasp. "Aren't I allowed to make it up to you?"
Flustered by the unexpected caress, Illya withdrew his hands, his eyes nervously avoiding his partner's face. Napoleon didn't bother waiting for a response; he merely poured brandy into the beautiful glasses, picked up a bite-sized treat from the tray and offered it to Illya. Who regarded him suspiciously for a long moment before reluctantly opening his mouth to tentatively accept it.
They ate in almost comfortable silence, Illya unwillingly enjoying both the sumptuous fare and the attention from his normally distracted partner. He had often wondered what it would be like to have Napoleon's full attention; now he felt decidedly uncomfortable under the steady warm regard. Solo pretended not to notice to Illya's discomfort, merely offering another delicacy. His fingers brushed Illya's lower lip as the morsel disappeared between strong white teeth and hesitated there a moment, resting against the soft full lips.
Casbah Redux
Pairing: Napoleon Solo / Illya Kuryakin
Length: 97K
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: Taliesin's Reach
Why this must be read: I'm a sucker for stories that are episode related and this is one of my all-time favorites. This tale follows on the heels of the third season episode "The Take Me to the Casbah Affair". Illya had burned his hands during an escape from evil Thrushies (are there any other kind) and we now find him in a hotel room with his hands bound and unusable enjoying a good sulk when his "vacation," which was forced upon him by Mr. Waverly, is interrupted by Napoleon who claims he has been assigned to watch Thrush HQ and report on who the evil and now deceased evil Thrushies replacement is. Or is Napoleon there for other reasons? Of course he is! This is another extremely hot and simultaneously tender love story from one of my favorite writers.
Unexpectedly, Napoleon turned to face him squarely . His hand insolently ruffled Illya's blond locks, then slid lightly down his cheek. "My stupidity almost got us both killed yesterday. You're paying the price of it." He gathered Illya's bandaged hands into his warm clasp. "Aren't I allowed to make it up to you?"
Flustered by the unexpected caress, Illya withdrew his hands, his eyes nervously avoiding his partner's face. Napoleon didn't bother waiting for a response; he merely poured brandy into the beautiful glasses, picked up a bite-sized treat from the tray and offered it to Illya. Who regarded him suspiciously for a long moment before reluctantly opening his mouth to tentatively accept it.
They ate in almost comfortable silence, Illya unwillingly enjoying both the sumptuous fare and the attention from his normally distracted partner. He had often wondered what it would be like to have Napoleon's full attention; now he felt decidedly uncomfortable under the steady warm regard. Solo pretended not to notice to Illya's discomfort, merely offering another delicacy. His fingers brushed Illya's lower lip as the morsel disappeared between strong white teeth and hesitated there a moment, resting against the soft full lips.
Casbah Redux
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I'm glad you enjoyed it! I love my spins in the van and getting to recommend some favorite stories.
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http://www.fanficdepot.com/fanfic/casbahredux.html