MFU Blurb

Summary: In which Napoleon and Illya spend the night in the forest–and Napoleon’s choice of clothing could have been better…

Notes:
This is light slash.

Not cross-posting this as I might be expanding this in the future.

Napoleon shivered slightly as a steady breeze creeped
through the trees; he edged closer to the campfire—and to his partner, who was tending
to the fire.  Illya’s response was to
give him a long look.

“You knew we would be spending time in the forest on this
mission.”

“Yeah, I knew,” Napoleon said.  “We were told we’d have to reach the outpost
on foot to avoid being tracked by THRUSH.”

“…When why, for pity’s sake, are you wearing a suit?” Illya
asked.

“…Ah.”

Napoleon took a gander at himself; his choice of clothing
would have been perfect for a number of locations, but the forest was decidedly
not one of them.  Illya, on the other
hand, was in his favorite black turtleneck and perfectly fine in the night
breeze.

“Well, er… I guess I underestimated just how much of the
trip would occur in the forest as opposed to classier travel conditions.”

Illya merely shook his head.

“Well, at least you did not bring silk pajamas…” he began,
but then he paused.  “…You didn’t bring
the silk pajamas, did you…?”

“…I only have silk pajamas, Illya!  Every set I own–”

Illya now facepalmed.

“Very well, now I know what to get you for your next
birthday,” Illya said, simply.  “Well,
you are fortunate that I love you.  Come
here.”

Napoleon sat next to Illya, who graciously wrapped his arms
around him.  Napoleon sighed contentedly
and also wrapped his arms around Illya.

“That’s much better,” Napoleon said.

“Da, and with the
meal you have generously provided us with in spite of these harsh
conditions…”  Illya indicated the fish
roasting above the fire.  “We will eat
well tonight.  I must thank you.”

“I hope you aren’t keeping me warm only because I provided
you dinner.”

Illya scoffed.

“Of course not—no more than you provided me dinner with the
expectation of my keeping you warm.”

Napoleon smiled and tightened his hug.

“You’re adorable, you know that?”

“So you have told me,” Illya mused.  “You are pretty adorable yourself.”

Napoleon’s grin widened.

“You know, it’s interesting, isn’t it?” he asked.  “I’ve been used to the good life my entire
life.  And yet, here I am in the middle
of nowhere, in this cold, windy forest, and it doesn’t matter at all just
because you’re with me.”

“I must admit, I have always been amazed at how easily you
can forego luxuries when I am with you,” Illya replied.  “Not very many can adjust so well—I have seen
it when I was in the navy.  These harsh
conditions aren’t easy, and yet, it seems that you fit right in…”  He arched an eyebrow at Napoleon’s suit.  “…Almost.”

“…You’re not letting me forget this, are you?”

“Not at all,” Illya teased, kissing him on the nose, and
then breaking into giggles that led Napoleon into giggles, as well.

“I do love you,” Illya said.  “And it pleases me to know that my presence
alone can keep you happy, even out here in the wild.”

Napoleon responded by nuzzling Illya’s face with his own.

“You can say that again,” Napoleon said.  “Illya, everything I have—that cozy
apartment, all my luxurious furniture, and even all the money in my bank
account…. I’d give it all away in a heartbeat if the choice was between the
good life and you.”

“Really, Napoleon?”

“Really,” Napoleon replied.
“Because how could it be a good life without you?”

“…I would accuse you of trying to flatter me, except I know
you are sincere,” Illya said, nuzzling back.
“And, also, that I, too, would give up anything to be with you, so I
know it’s true.”

Illya also tightened his hold around Napoleon now, the
night air no longer able to chill them as they kept each other warm.

They had each other.
And it was all that they needed.