Just in time for Valentine's Day - a new Foothills!
Title: Andante, Andante
Genre: Man from UNCLE - The Foothills
Rating: PG-13 or a very soft R
Word Count: 3295
Written for duckys_lady
My thanks to her for a great prompt and to sparky955 for her beta. Link takes you to AO3
“Why are you here?” He pulled out of reach and rolled over to face Napoleon.
“What do you mean?” Napoleon sounded openly confused.
“Why are you here?”
“Beside the mind-blowing sex, you mean?” Napoleon’s grin fled nearly as fast as it came. “I’m here because it’s where I want to be. Illya, I searched this entire country looking for you. First we thought you’d been taken by THRUSH, then I didn’t know what to think. All I knew is that I had to find you.”
“How did you find me?”
“There was a review of Taste in the New York Times. The more I read, the more I knew it had to be you. I didn’t know why or how, but the next thing I knew I was driving into Jackson.” Napoleon sat up and found his pants. He fumbled with them until he found his wallet. He held it out for Illya to see. “I carry the review with me now, just to remind myself how lucky I am to be given a second chance.”
“But for how long?”
“For as long as you’ll have me.”
Illya sighed and returned to his original position. “And what happens when I’m all used up, Napoleon? What then?” He felt Napoleon’s breath on his neck.
Genre: Man from UNCLE - The Foothills
Rating: PG-13 or a very soft R
Word Count: 3295
Written for duckys_lady
My thanks to her for a great prompt and to sparky955 for her beta. Link takes you to AO3
“Why are you here?” He pulled out of reach and rolled over to face Napoleon.
“What do you mean?” Napoleon sounded openly confused.
“Why are you here?”
“Beside the mind-blowing sex, you mean?” Napoleon’s grin fled nearly as fast as it came. “I’m here because it’s where I want to be. Illya, I searched this entire country looking for you. First we thought you’d been taken by THRUSH, then I didn’t know what to think. All I knew is that I had to find you.”
“How did you find me?”
“There was a review of Taste in the New York Times. The more I read, the more I knew it had to be you. I didn’t know why or how, but the next thing I knew I was driving into Jackson.” Napoleon sat up and found his pants. He fumbled with them until he found his wallet. He held it out for Illya to see. “I carry the review with me now, just to remind myself how lucky I am to be given a second chance.”
“But for how long?”
“For as long as you’ll have me.”
Illya sighed and returned to his original position. “And what happens when I’m all used up, Napoleon? What then?” He felt Napoleon’s breath on his neck.