Okay I put my hand to a quick Man from Uncle slash drabble... Lately I have been enamoured with a certain Russian Agent... hehe... Enjoy.
Pillow? Check. Antiseptic smell? Check. Over wrought partner? Check. An agent's list for the best vacation.
Only this time it wasn't. He hurt so badly he caught himself wishing he could die. He couldn't remember what had happened.
"Napoleon?" Illya inquired.
The look of utter relief would have been ridiculous if it didn't make his heart skip a beat.
"That bad this time, then?" Illya stated matter-of-factly.
Napoleon not even caring what the medical staff thought lend over and kissed Illya roughly, almost possessively on the lips. He whispered against them. "Don't scare me like that again, darling."