Gaby was freezing as she walked into a bedroom that wasn't hers. She could hear the wind blowing outside as she quickly made her way to the huge bed, on which lay the sleepy form of a very familiar person. Without a word, she slipped between the sheets and closed her eyes with a sigh of satisfaction. Soon, she felt a strong arm circle her waist : obviously, the owner of this bed wanted to get her attention.
"What are you doing here, little one?"
"Can't sleep alone in my cold bed," Gaby answered as she nuzzled into Illya's neck, trying to find some warmth there. "And Napoleon's snoring is unbearable."
For this new mission, Solo and she were supposed to be a happily married couple, while Illya was Gaby's distant cousin. If the lack of resemblance between the two was quite obvious, nobody said anything, probably too scared of the Russian to bother doubting about their kinship.
Alas, in order to protect their cover, Gaby and Napoleon had to share a room. Even if the latter showed his good manners by taking the sofa and giving the bed to his 'wife', the American's noisy sleep got the better of the German's patience, and she simply chose to flee the marital suite. The communication door between the two rooms had been very useful for that.
"The maid can't find you here tomorrow morning," Illya objected as Gaby got closer to him.
"Don't worry, I'll slip away when the sun rises," she answered before kissing his forehead, and frowned when she realized it was unusually wet. "What were you doing to be that sweaty, Mister KGB?"
Her tone was suggestive and light, but still, concerned.
"Nightmares," he said after a moment, and Gaby's small and cold hands were immediately on his burning cheeks. He already felt better. Having her next to him would allow the agent to find some peace for a few hours.
"Let me chase them away," she added with a smile he could only guess in the darkness. With this, she pressed her head against his, and closed the remaining space between them by giving him a not-so-chaste kiss, which was followed by two small hands wandering on his chest.
"Gabriella," he whispered against her needy and even more needed lips, "we are supposed to be cousins."
"Then, let's be incestuous."
Many thanks to those who read this story, I sincerely apologize for any mistake I made (English is not my mother tongue), and I hope you enjoyed it :)