And yet another MFU blurb

Written for today’s short affair prompt at Section VII.

Summary:
In which the complexities of Solo Luck show themselves when Napoleon wins two tickets to a luxury cruise that he didn’t really want–but for once, Illya does want to indulge.

Notes:
There are two versions of this piece.  This is the light slash
version (also cross-posted to AO3).  There is a gen version on my
dreamwidth if you’d prefer reading that.
The two blurbs are around 95% similar.

Napoleon sighed to himself as he walked under the night
air, out on the deck of the cruise ship he and Illya were traveling on.  A cruise wouldn’t have been his first choice
to spend his vacation—not being fond of deep waters, Napoleon would have preferred
to avoid boats of all kinds.  But in a
bizarre and yet classic example of how Solo Luck worked, Napoleon had won two
cruise tickets in a door prize drawing—all expenses paid, including food, which
Illya had insisted that they jump on.

“…I’d been hoping to win that European tour…” Napoleon had
sighed.

“What do we need a tour for?” Illya had queried.  “You and I have been all over Europe—multiple
times!”

“True, but that was when we were on duty.”

“I can guarantee you, if we tried to go on a European tour,
Mr. Waverly would find a way to reach us, and soon, we would find ourselves on
a busman’s holiday,” Illya had pointed out.
“Out on a ship, in the middle of the ocean?  …Granted, he could still find a way to get us
on a mission, but it would be far more difficult.”

Between that and the desire to partake in the buffets that
the brochure had promised, Illya had seemed very intent on going—and Napoleon
couldn’t help but agree in the end, knowing that Illya asked for very little,
and these were, no doubt, well-earned comforts.

The stateroom had been luxurious, and the food had been
excellent; Illya had found more than enough to feast upon, and Napoleon had to
admit, it was nice to get away from the pressures of work, and to see his
partner able to lower his guard and enjoy himself.

Illya had been eating a second dessert, and so Napoleon had
taken a stroll on the deck to pass the time.
The tropical air was warm, even at night; his Hawaiian shirt was open,
fluttering slightly in the light breeze as he made his way to the bow of the
ship.

Napoleon leaned almost artistically against the ship’s
railing, as though posing for a painting in the moonlight.

Illya, who had just finished eating, decided to use his
tracking device to find Napoleon, rather than go through the trouble of
searching for him.  He paused as he saw
Napoleon leaning against the railing, and he smirked as he walked over to him,
standing beside him.

“You really can’t
turn it off, can you?”

Napoleon glanced over at him, pausing as he saw the moonlight
now fall on Illya—the silvery light illuminated his partner’s white polo shirt
and yellow hair, make him seem almost like from another world.

“What?” Illya asked, seeing Napoleon staring at him in awe.

“You’re beautiful.
Illya, I’m looking at you, and you look exactly like you did the moment
I realized I was in love with you—the moonlight and everything.”

Illya blushed slightly.

“I was right… you can’t turn it off,” he managed to say,
still blushing.

“Either you’ve got it, or you haven’t…” Napoleon said,
sagely.  “And you sure have got it…”

He gently placed his hand on the side of Illya’s face,
lifting it slightly so he could kiss him.

“Do I look as otherworldly in this light, too?” Napoleon
asked.

“Da, like
something out of my dreams, during the days I could only hope that I would find
true love…. And yet, you are far more beautiful than that!”

Now it was Napoleon’s turned to blush as he grinned.  He drew an arm around Illya as the two of
them now looked out onto the ocean.

“Admit it, Napoleon,” Illya said.  “You are enjoying this cruise, and you are
pleased I insisted that we come here.”

“…Yeah, alright, you win…” Napoleon conceded.  “I’m enjoying it far more than I thought I
would.”

“I’m glad,” Illya said, sincerely.  “It is nice to finally share a vacation with
you and have nothing interfere.”

“And the food is good…”

“…And the food is good,” Illya admitted.  “Such a variety of food—and especially
seafood!  If only Baba Yaga was here…”

“She’d be just as nervous about the water as me,” Napoleon
mused.

“You seem alright now,” Illya said.  “Or are you concerned about it?”

Napoleon thought for a moment.

“You know, I think I am
alright,” he said.

Illya laced his fingers with Napoleon’s and smiled.

“I am very glad to hear that.”

Swing music suddenly started from beneath the deck they
were standing on; the late-night dance had started in the grand ballroom of the
ship.

“Ah, the party scene that you enjoy so much,” Illya
observed.  “Very well, shall we go to the
ballroom and join them?”

Napoleon thought for a moment; his knee-jerk reaction would
have been to say “yes” immediately.  But,
on the other hand, he was enjoying this beautiful, peaceful moment in the
moonlight with his partner.

“In a little bit,” he said.

And so, the two partners continued to stay on the deck and
talk, enjoying their moment of solitude—just them, the ocean, and the
moonlight.

They had no need for anything else.