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Man from UNCLE: The Drunken Bet Affair by LadyRa
The Drunken Bet Affair (Napoleon/Illya, OC | R | 21,843 words) is, yeah, a story with Mary Sue playing matchmaker for Napoleon and Illya. But it's good, I swear! Illya gets drunk and makes a bet with the Sue (Melody) that she can't get him and Napoleon together. Melody's fun, and there's a lot of jealous Napoleon, which can be quite good done right. And it's done right here. The story's a fun romp, very cute and fluffy.
Excerpt:
He shoved open the door to Illya's lab. The scene looked entirely too cozy for his tastes. Illya was sitting on his lab stool, wearing his lab coat. She was sitting on the counter, her legs close enough to brush his coat. Too close. Too damn close. It made Napoleon crazy. And then it made him even crazier that it made him crazy. He couldn't understand why he was letting this bother him so much.
But it did. The only thing that kept him from going over and pushing her off the counter was the fact that Illya stood when he entered, and looked pleased to see him. "Napoleon."
"Illya." He gave Melody the most cursory of looks, and his voice was barely polite. "Melody."
She grinned at him. "Napoleon. So nice to see you."
Napoleon saw Illya give her a quick shake of his head. Napoleon hoped that look meant: don't push him or he's liable to shoot you. Apparently it was, because Melody hopped off the counter and with another quick kiss to Illya's cheek, and a smart salute in Napoleon's direction, she wasted no time in leaving the lab.
Napoleon waited until the door shut behind her. "I see South America in that woman's immediate future."
Illya's eyes widened and then narrowed. "Napoleon, you wouldn't."
No, Napoleon wouldn't, but he dearly wanted to.
Excerpt:
He shoved open the door to Illya's lab. The scene looked entirely too cozy for his tastes. Illya was sitting on his lab stool, wearing his lab coat. She was sitting on the counter, her legs close enough to brush his coat. Too close. Too damn close. It made Napoleon crazy. And then it made him even crazier that it made him crazy. He couldn't understand why he was letting this bother him so much.
But it did. The only thing that kept him from going over and pushing her off the counter was the fact that Illya stood when he entered, and looked pleased to see him. "Napoleon."
"Illya." He gave Melody the most cursory of looks, and his voice was barely polite. "Melody."
She grinned at him. "Napoleon. So nice to see you."
Napoleon saw Illya give her a quick shake of his head. Napoleon hoped that look meant: don't push him or he's liable to shoot you. Apparently it was, because Melody hopped off the counter and with another quick kiss to Illya's cheek, and a smart salute in Napoleon's direction, she wasted no time in leaving the lab.
Napoleon waited until the door shut behind her. "I see South America in that woman's immediate future."
Illya's eyes widened and then narrowed. "Napoleon, you wouldn't."
No, Napoleon wouldn't, but he dearly wanted to.