Illya surveyed the suite he and Gaby were to share for the next two days. The full-sized bed at the back of the room would have been big enough for anyone else but for someone his size it was definitely too small and sharing it with Gaby, as tiny as she may be, would mean even less space. The thought of Gaby's small body curled beside him..beneath him made the blood rush to his neck and suddenly the maroon turtleneck beneath his brown jacket felt too tight. As he scanned the room, looking for obvious signs of tampering, the incessant babbling of their French bellhop began to draw on his last nerve. Just as he turned to demand the ridiculous man leave, Solo stepped in, "Well thank you garçon, but I think we can take it from here." And with that, he closed the door in the man's flushed face. Illya felt a small pang of gratitude for Solo; he had to admit that without the American he would have gotten into many more scuffles than what was healthy for their careers in espionage. People annoyed him – easily. Well everyone but Gaby. No, Gaby frustrated him in the most delicious of ways. Her frequent quips about his stoic expressions and icy glares and her soft, playful taunting every time he seemed ready to smash things for no excusable reason made his palms tingle. He often thought about taking her over his knee for a good spanking. Gaby. He looked up from examining a clock but he didn't see his fiancée. Peering around the wall, he found her standing on their bed. No, bouncing on their bed - her short white eyelet dress flapping in the air, giving Illya the perfect view of her upper thighs. Gaby's back was turned to him so he took the moment to study her long tanned arms and legs, dark brown hair in big curls falling down her back, and her small hands with the bright red polish she'd applied on the flight over to France. Their mission was to take out a bureaucrat who made millions in child labor so their cover was an engaged couple traveling with Gaby's older brother – which is where Solo came in. Speaking of Cowboy, he chose this moment to poke his head out of their Jack and Jill bathroom and unfortunately, also caught Illya staring at Gaby. A smirk formed on his face as he asked about dinner.
"I'll eat whatever", Gaby sighed out of breath. As she plopped onto the bed in a heap, her dress rode even higher along her thighs.
"And what about you Kuryakin?" Solo asked him, his tone full of suggestion. "What do you want to eat tonight?" Illya narrowed his eyes at the man and looked down at Gaby who looked back at him with one of her doe-eyed expressions. He felt the heat rush to his throat again so he did what he did best. He stalked across the room to the door, "I go for drink", he muttered before slamming the door behind him. Outside he paused, steadying his breath.
"Now what's wrong with him?" he could hear Gaby asking Solo back in the room.
"Oh nothing, I'm sure he's just hungry." Solo replied with a chuckle.
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Solo studied himself in the bathroom mirror. The flight had been short but he really didn't like planes, there were fewer factors one could control in the air. The suite the hotel provided them was perfect. He had his own room with a full-sized bed and an adjoining bathroom connected his room to Gaby and Kuryakin's. Movement at the door caught his eye and he turned to see Ms. Teller pouting. She was cute when she did that – dammit she was cute all the time. And she had the most interesting effect on Kuryakin. "Now why the long face?" he asked.
"Well, I'm hungry and Illya's been gone for an hour. No one told me our cover included my fiancé being a drunk. "
"I'm sure he's fine; you know he's great at exercising restraint." Solo chuckled. "And if memory serves me correct, which it often does, weren't you the one who drunkenly assaulted our Russian friend in Rome?" Solo cocked his head in the mirror and raised an eyebrow to emphasize the irony of her statement.
"You think this is funny? What if he gets in a fight and thrown into jail? What happens to our cover then?" Gaby ground out. Solo turned to look at her again and saw the genuine concern on her face.
"How about I go down to the bar and get him?" he sighed. She looked at her bare feet on the tile floor and nodded. Moving past her to leave the bathroom, Gaby grabbed his hand and whispered, "Thank you". Solo leaned down to kiss the top of her pretty brown head and left.
As he waited for the elevator to take him down to the lobby where he was sure he'd find the Red Peril tucked in a corner, Solo thought about the pretty little brunette back in the room. He was always careful about who he fell into bed with as a bedmate could always be the person sent to kill him. He'd grown attached to her since they all started working together. It was rare that he developed a sense of camaraderie with anyone but he had a soft spot for Gaby. She was smart, reliable, spunky, pretty – and it was obvious that Kuryakin was in love with her. He closed his eyes and sighed. The smell of her hair filled his nose when he placed that kiss on her head. He missed the smell of a good woman and right now wonderful Gaby was exactly what he was itching for.
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Gaby waited for the door to close before releasing her breath. This line of work was still fairly new to her but the men she worked with made her sweat even more. Illya was the strong silent type who always seemed to pull away from her when she tried to get close to him. She often thought he didn't like her but then she would sometimes catch him staring at her and it would give her goosebumps. She felt those same goosebumps when they walked into their room earlier and noticed the one bed – they'd have to sleep together. And Solo, he was quite literally a dream. Tall, not as tall as Illya, with dark hair and a big charming smile. He was a classic American like they showed in the movies. She'd walked in on him one day, wrapped in a towel, fresh out of the shower and the body on the man was worthy of acclaim. The truth was that both men made her blood rush but her desire for Illya went beyond the lust that coursed through her for Solo. Suddenly feeling hot, she decided it was time to shower and wash the sticky day away from her skin. She tried hard not to think about climbing into bed next to Illya that night. Taking a razor from her toiletry bag she passed it under her arms and watched the small hairs fall into the tub and slip down the drain. She looked down at her already cleanly shaven legs and let her eyes wander up to her pussy. She'd groomed it a few days prior except for a thin strip in the middle. She raised her hand to shave that small patch and then stopped herself. It didn't matter what she looked like down there, no one but her would see it. Placing the razor on the edge of the tub, she climbed out and donned one of the hotel's robes. Her stomach growled loudly and annoyance clawed through her. Pawing through her suitcase she grabbed a new dress, one Illya hadn't chosen for her - a black backless number that came a couple inches past her thighs. She twisted her hair into a bun atop her head, put on a bright red lipstick to match her nails, and walked out of the room. If the boys liked the bar so much, they could all just eat there.
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The Spies Who "Loved" Me
FanficA Man from U.N.C.L.E fan fiction featuring Gaby Teller, Napoleon Solo, and Illya Kuryakin. The spies are sent to France on a new mission to take out a corrupt bureaucrat.
