Ashleigh Anpilova


Illya is tired of waiting.

A first time story.

Written: May 2009. Word count: 100.



I am tired.


Tired of waiting.


Tired of waiting for Napoleon to acknowledge what I have known from the moment we first met.


Tired of waiting for him to see that we are right for one another. That we belong to together.


Tired of waiting for him to kiss me.


"Illya, what -"


I spin Napoleon's chair around, put a hand on each of his cheeks, bend down and put my mouth on that of my partner and kiss him.


And I go on kissing him until he kisses me back.


"Now," I say, several minutes later. "We are going home."



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