This is one of my favorites. It combines the best of all possible worlds. Love, college and theatre.
From the talented pen of Elmey to Vivic_08
"You were in the Amateur Dramatic Club at Cambridge."
"What if I was?", Illya asked with a touch of belligerence.
"This is, you know, like Orlando practicing with Rosalind."
"Napoleon. I am not your Rosalind."
"Why not", Napoleon asked, maddeningly reasonable. "You played the part at Cambridge."
"I never told you anything like...." Illya said then stopped. "Slate!" he almost hissed the word.
"What can it hurt," Napoleon wheedled, "it's just for practice."
"No", said Illya. "Definitely not."
Napoleon moved closer and reached to take a lock of Illya's hair between his fingers. "Minerva seemed to like it when I played with her hair."
"Napoleon." Illya growled a warning.
"Yours is nicer", Napoleon said, smiling engagingly.