LOVE IS YOU
Just a series of drabbles, some larger than others, based on the Gallya relationship and prompts from my friends. They're not in any type of chronological order. Please do review! And don't hesitate to say if there's any prompts you'd like me to cover :)
JEALOUSY:
When Illya got jealous there was no hiding it. He would make a scene, things would get broken, upturned, slammed on the nearest surface. And he'd be like a sulky teenager for ages afterwards.
One time whilst undercover at a party their mark's security was getting way too friendly towards Gaby as far as Illya was concerned and when it was finally time for U.N.C.L.E to attack said mark that security found himself on the wrong side of Illya's large fists. But it couldn't always be like that, as much as he wanted to he couldn't lash out at the barman for flirting with Gaby, he couldn't just punch the guy at the ice cream stand who gave her a free double scoop and a load of compliments to go with it. And he definitely couldn't kill his male teammate every time he insisted on walking around accommodation they shared shirtless flashing his annoyingly perfect smile at his woman.
But what really got to him was the fact that Gaby would linger at the bar to talk to the flirtatious barman, or when she giggled playfully at the ice cream vendor and didn't tell him he was being inappropriate or when she blatantly couldn't drag her eyes away from Napoleon Solo's bare chest.
After the breakage of inanimate objects Illya would then give Gaby the silent treatment. Sometimes out of frustration he'd throw childish remarks at her.
"Why don't you go and ask your beloved Napoleon," he'd once retorted when she'd asked for her help getting a lid off a jar.
When Gaby got jealous she wouldn't fly off the handle like Illya. She'd make herself known and literally mark her territory.
She wasn't one for extravagant public displays of affection but when the pretty red head with an amazing figure approached Illya whilst he was ordering drinks at the bar and her hand lingered on his arm for a bit too long, she downed her vodka and walked straight up to him. Instead of answering when he asked 'what drink it was she wanted again' she took ahold of his collar and kissed him. And she made sure she kissed him long enough that the the whole bar knew that he was off limits.
When the female shop assistant was telling him what suit jacket went perfectly with his 'gorgeous blue eyes' or would fit somebody 'so well built', Gaby would pick out a different jacket stubbornly saying it would suit him better even if she knew it wouldn't.
And on the rare occasions he had to be the one to flirt with their target during missions she then took great pleasure in taking said target down.
And then the silent treatment followed. Even if she knew that Illya was probably oblivious to other women's advances or he was just trying to be polite.
It annoyed her.
It annoyed her the same way it annoyed him when the shoe was on the other foot.
But at the end of the night Gaby when they'd both calmed down and had time to think she would reassure him that her flirting meant nothing, it was just a natural reaction. No man could replace him.
He would tell her that he would never cheat on her, he would be a fool for messing up something so special he'd been blessed with.
They would both apologise and say they overreacted.
At the end of every day they only had eyes for each other.