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crack_van2010-04-30 12:47 am
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Come Snow, by Spikesgirl58 (NC-17)
Fandom: MAN FROM UNCLE
Pairing: Het - Illya/OFC
Length: 4,320
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spikesgirl58
Author Website: http://spikesgirl58.livejournal.com/
Why this must be read: The OFC narrator starts off whingeing about the dullness of UNCLE office work when events transpire which give her a more favourable view of UNCLE employment and a fuller appreciation of the skills of one particular Section Two agent. If you are open to the idea of het stories, I strongly recommend it. If you don't usually enjoy them, this story may be one of the exceptions because it demonstrates that anything Illya does, he does well.
“We should…” Mr. Kuryakin starts, but he never gets to finish. There’s a flare of the lights and we are plunged into darkness. A minute later, the emergency lights switch on, painting the room an eerie red.
He goes over to the door and it just sits there. I really hate our doors, have I mentioned that before? Well, I do and I hate them even more right now. If they aren’t working, then we are stuck.
“Communicator?” I ask hopefully, but he shakes his head.
“Jacket,” he mutters sadly and starts to run a finger along the seam. It’s too smooth for him to get his fingers in it, but I have no doubt that if he’d managed it, he’d have pried it apart. He had huge hands and my mind starts to race when I remember all those things we used to talk about, you know, after health science. You know, about how a guy’s hands were indicative of…well, you know. I’m not an innocent, but even I can’t keep a blush from spilling across my cheeks.
Come Snow
Pairing: Het - Illya/OFC
Length: 4,320
Author on LJ:
spikesgirl58 Author Website: http://spikesgirl58.livejournal.com/
Why this must be read: The OFC narrator starts off whingeing about the dullness of UNCLE office work when events transpire which give her a more favourable view of UNCLE employment and a fuller appreciation of the skills of one particular Section Two agent. If you are open to the idea of het stories, I strongly recommend it. If you don't usually enjoy them, this story may be one of the exceptions because it demonstrates that anything Illya does, he does well.
“We should…” Mr. Kuryakin starts, but he never gets to finish. There’s a flare of the lights and we are plunged into darkness. A minute later, the emergency lights switch on, painting the room an eerie red.
He goes over to the door and it just sits there. I really hate our doors, have I mentioned that before? Well, I do and I hate them even more right now. If they aren’t working, then we are stuck.
“Communicator?” I ask hopefully, but he shakes his head.
“Jacket,” he mutters sadly and starts to run a finger along the seam. It’s too smooth for him to get his fingers in it, but I have no doubt that if he’d managed it, he’d have pried it apart. He had huge hands and my mind starts to race when I remember all those things we used to talk about, you know, after health science. You know, about how a guy’s hands were indicative of…well, you know. I’m not an innocent, but even I can’t keep a blush from spilling across my cheeks.
Come Snow