Prompt 343 - smoke

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Title: Where There’s Smoke
Author: Spikesgirl58
Prompt: #343 - Smoke
Word count: 269

Just your average night around the ole UNCLE stead

The front door opening made Napoleon look up from his task in the kitchen. His partner and lover was standing there, disheveled, exhausted, but alive.

“How was the meeting?” He returned to cooking. Adding the broth, he covered the pan and slid it into the oven.

“The next time I volunteer to take junior agents out on recon, take my weapon and shoot me.” Illya Kuryakin dropped onto the sofa and lifted his feet up onto the coffee table. “So many questions. I feel like I’ve been roasted over an open fire.”

“And I bet you had answers for all of them.” He set the timer. It was a lesson he learned the hard way. Illya was very… distracting at times.

“Except for a couple, yes. I would keep my eye on Henderson. He is going to be a senior agent before the year is out… or defect to THRUSH. I’m not sure which yet.” Napoleon handed him a martini and Illya grinned. “Just what I needed.” He sipped before going after the two olives, chewing them with a happy smile on his lips.

Napoleon sipped his and set his aside before leaning in for a long kiss. It was just what he needed. Illya tasted of gin, olives and prime Russian. Napoleon savored the taste for a long time. What started as gentle ended with a great huff of passion.

“I’m sorry.” Illya licked his lips, his eyes twinkling. “THAT’s just what I need.” He arched into Napoleon’s caress as Napoleon's fingers traced circles over Illya’s fly. "Careful or you will make me spontaneously combust.”

“Where there’s smoke…”