Simona reclined in the large couch, decorated with huge amounts of large, plump ornament pillows. She took a drag on her cigarette and smiled at Solo when he came out of the shower, wearing only his dressing gown and a towel on his right shoulder.
"Mr Solo," Simona smiled at him, getting up and taking the towel out of his hand. She leaned in and smelt his chest. "Mmm, you smell better, thank god."
Solo looked at Simona. She hadn't tried to approach him flirtatiously before. In fact, she'd completely rejected all of his approaches. But he wasn't complaining.
"Honey butter, doll," he smiled at her and went to the closet to find pyjamas. He opened the closet doors, only to find it empty. "The closet's empty. Where are my pyjamas?"
"I didn't think you needed them," she bit her lip, "husband."
Solo raised an eyebrow and sauntered over to her. "Hm. You're right. We're married."
"Of course, silly," her thumb traced the string holding up his nightgown. "The best CIA Agents make a wonderful team, don't you think?"
"Yes," he looked at her hands, now thumbing the skin on his chest, "definitely." He took her hands and placed them in his. "What are you up to, little rabbit?"
"I think you were right before."
Solo raised an eyebrow. "Really, about what?"
"Your little theory about how everything ends." Simona grinned at him and licked her lips. "I think this is the moment where I fall in love and sleep with you."
Solo smiled, excitement beaming through his eyes. "Sounds promising. But there's another part to that..."
"Yes," she winked at him. "I'm not clingy."
Solo sighed in relief and looked down at her dainty hands. He realized she was wearing a ring he hadn't noticed before. It had a deep red ruby on it, and an image seemed to appear when light reflected on the ruby.
"Nice ring," Solo tapped it gently with his index finger to grab her attention.
Simona's smile faded. "It was a present from someone. The ring opens, and when you press the button on the inside it sends a distress signal and your current location to the CIA."
Solo looked closely at the image, now appearing in the light. "What's that little picture on it?"
"A red eagle, Mr Solo."
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The Man From U.N.C.L.E: A Mission In Istanbul
Fanfiction"There is no such thing as a traitor. Just an undercover agent." We join the team of U.N.C.L.E. as they carry out their newest mission in Istanbul. Napoleon Solo, Illya Kuryakina and Gaby Teller are all under the command of Alexander Waverly, an exp...
