Illya and Solo clinked their glasses of champagne together and drank triumphantly, looking down on the city of Istanbul. Solo quickly drunk his share of champagne and rejoiced as he then poured himself another serving.
"Another successful mission, Peril." Solo smiled.
"It's been..." Illya poised, "not too bad working with an American, Cowboy."
Solo clapped Illya's broad shoulders excitedly. "Does that mean you'll be coming to visit me in the States?"
"Don't push your luck." Illya flicked Solo's hand away, but couldn't help but smile through his cold gesture.
Gaby opened the French doors and poked her head through. "Hello?"
Illya and Solo smiled at her as she went came through the door in her elegant white dress. "You look beautiful." Solo said, pouring her a glass of champagne and handing it to her. "Champagne?"
Gaby smiled. "I think you already know the answer to that." She took the glass from his hands and sipped on it, feeling the liquid in her mouth.
"Fully recovered?"
Gaby turned around to face Illya and her smile turned into a serious expression. "I think so."
"Let's hope so," Solo tried to poor himself another glass of champagne and sighed as he realised the bottle was devastatingly empty. "I'll be back in a moment." He turned to the French doors again and left Illya and Gaby.
"Thank you." Illya said to Gaby, putting down his glass. "I like working with you, and even though it pains me, I like working with Cowboy too sometimes."
"I'm glad." Gaby put down her champagne. "You're stuck with us for a little longer."
Illya took her hands into his. "That's not a bad thing."
"Give it a week or two." Gaby grinned as she felt his warm skin on hers.
He cupped her face in his hands and both of their smiles faded. His blue eyes gently surveyed her face in close proximity. She's beautiful, Illya thought. Again. He could never stop thinking that. He wanted her lips on his. And it was going to happen. Inches... centimetres... millimetres...
"Got some!" Solo bustled through the French doors and stopped when he saw Illya and Gaby, now embarrassed. Solo laughed noticing Illya's anger and Gaby's flushed cheeks. "Guys, not this time don't worry." Solo strolled out of the way, only turning back to look at Illya. "Congratulations, Peril." Solo left them alone with his bottle of champagne in hand.
Illya looked back at Gaby and cupped her face again. "My little chop-shop girl."
Gaby didn't have the time to reply, because Illya had already brought his lips to hers. He tasted of champagne and... confidence. Gaby smiled to herself and closed her eyes, totally submerged with the man she knew she liked.
It was as if they were the only two pair of lovers in the whole city of Istanbul.
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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...
