//I could cry Salty tears Where have I been all these years? Little wow, tell me now, How long has this been going on?//

Napoleon looked at me. That was all it took. One look, and I was lost. I'll admit to that, anyway. The truth is, I was lost long before then, but he doesn't have to know that. But here and now, when he looked at me... he loves me. That's all that matters.

//There were chills Up my spine And some thrills I can't define Listen, Sweet, I repeat How long has this been going on?//

And when he kissed me, the first time, a little unsure of himself... I never thought I would live to see the day that Napoleon Solo was unsure of himself, not in the matters of love, anyway-- I could have-- what is the expression? Died and gone to heaven.

//Oh I feel That I could melt Into heaven I'm hurled I know how Columbus felt Finding another world//

Definitely died and gone to heaven. It must have already happened. I am on Napoleon's couch and he is kissing me, and anything else is irrelevant. Only us, his arms around me, his tongue... his tongue is very relevant. His hands, too. All of him. Definitely.

//Kiss me once, Then once more Oh, what a dunce I was before What a break, for heaven's sake How long has this been going on?//

Luckily, he did not stop after the first kiss, because then I would be forced to threaten him with bodily harm. But he required little encouragement. That's my Napoleon, all right. Finally, *I* am on the receiving ends of his attentions. Bloody took him long enough.

//Oh I feel That I could melt Into heaven I'm hurled I know how Columbus felt Finding another world//

My head is swimming. A heady combination of sweat, phermones, and cologne, the feel of his lips never quite leaving me even when the kiss breaks, the sound of his breathing... I am drowning in Napoleon, and anyone who tries to save me dies. Painfully.

//Ooh, kiss me twice, Then once more That makes thrice, let's- make it four What a break, for heaven's sake How long has this been going on?//

He stopped kissing me, but I made him start again. I have too much time to make up to let him stop, after all. His eyes are dark with passion, and this is going to be the night. It feels like my whole life has merely been leading up to this point. Napoleon is mine.

//How long has this been going on?//

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