LOVE IS YOU

Just a series of drabbles, some longer 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 :)

SAYING 'I LOVE YOU' FOR THE FIRST TIME

When Gaby woke up she instantly saw Illya's smug face looking down at her.

She didn't know what time it was or why it was so horrendously light but she needed more sleep. With a groan she tried to pull the covers over her head but Illya's hands stopped her.

"Rise and shine," he said as smugly as he looked.

"It's way too early for this," she protested, again trying and failing to pull the duvet over her. She covered her eyes with her hand peering between her fingers giving them a moment to adjust to the light before sitting up a bit. The sudden movement jarred her head and knew too well her old acquaintance 'the hangover' was there to visit.

Illya was lying on top of the covers only clad in a pair of jogging bottoms but he smelt and looked freshly showered and the copy of War and Peace he was currently reading during downtime was open and downturned on the bedside table. She wondered how long he'd been awake.

"It's almost midday," he said. "I would have let you sleep longer, but now that you're awake..." He moved towards her and she closed her eyes ready for his lips to meet hers but instead they landed on her forehead and he leant over her to grab something off the table on her side.

"Take," he instructed, handing her a glass of water and aspirin. She wanted to comment how cute it was that he'd prepared her favourite morning after cure but just thanked him instead and took the tablet.

"Napoleon sure does know how to throw a party," she commented. Last night had been their partner's birthday, not that he ever needed a reason to celebrate. What started as a few quiet drinks between friends in the hotel bar turned out to be a mass drinking session, with what seemed like every other hotel guest, in the penthouse suite he'd manage to wrangle for himself. Gaby didn't remember much after she had begun making her own cocktails.

"At least Cowboy can hold his liquor unlike some," Illya quipped earning him a scowl.

"I wasn't even that drunk last night," she lied weakly.

"So you remember everything that happened?"

"Yes."

His smug look returned, "That's good, I was worried you wouldn't not remember important conversation."

"Conversation?"

"Yes, the one we had when we got back. I was very surprised at what you told me."

"Was it very important?" Gaby raised an eyebrow, he was clearly teasing her but she still took the bait.

"I like to think so."

She pushed the covers off her and thanked God the aspirin was already beginning to kick in as she got up and straddled his lap. His eyes didn't hide the fact they looked her body up and down as she was stripped down to just her underwear. She could tell his hands were itching to reach out and touch her but with self control he disappointingly folded his arms behind his head.

"So you meant it?" He asked, apparently determined to finish the conversation they were just having.

"Remind me what I said, perhaps my head is a little bit blurry."

"You was in bed, remember?"

"Yeah..."

"And I was getting changed whilst you were clearly checking me out. Telling me what good shape I'm in and how I'm built like Russian God."

"Strangely I definitely don't remember that part."

"You told me what good boyfriend I am and how I meet your needs in every way. I had to strongly agree with all of this by the way."

"I bet you did mister," Gaby said with a chuckle as she rolled her eyes.

"And then I got into bed and out of the blue your exact words were 'by the way Kuryakin, I think I love you.' I was going to question what you meant by 'think' but you fell asleep..."

"Woah." Gaby's eyes widened. "I said what now?" She didn't give him time to repeat it. "I know I had a lot to drink but... Just... No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Yes," Gaby murmured to herself. He now looked deadly serious, the look he only gave when, well, he was being deadly serious.

She closed her eyes and tried to think back to last night but she couldn't remember a thing after being in the penthouse suite. How embarrassing if she'd said that to Illya, she did really like him; really, really like him. But love, that was a different game all together although she wasn't saying she didn't love him she just had yet to think it through.

"So you don't love me?" Asked Illya. He just blinked at her and done that annoying thing where he managed to wipe all emotion from his face so she didn't know if he was offended or just curious.

"Er... Erm..." She didn't know how to reply, a rare occasion, and she could feel the heat rising to her face.

Suddenly Illya's blank expression cracked, his mouth spread out into a huge grin and he chuckled. "There was no decoration of love, I am just messing with you Gaby. Not about Russian God part though."

"I hate you Kuryakin," Gaby growled, picking up her pillow and hitting him with it. "I'm going to have a shower."

"Hurry up," Illya said suggestively as she got up.

She done as he said and showered quickly, despite being annoying this morning the image of him laying there in just those jogging bottoms was hot enough for her to forgive him for now. But once finished in the bathroom she was disappointed to see that although Illya was still laying on the bed waiting for her, he was now fully dressed in slacks and shirt.

"Cowboy phoned down, Waverly is in his room. Wants to see us straight away." He explained not even looking up from his book.

"Mmm hmm..." Gaby replied with a sigh as she started pulling out clothes from her suitcase to get dressed.

"Gaby."

"Yes Illya?" Gaby spun round and was faced by his chest. She hadn't even heard him get off the bed, she was always amazed how someone so huge could be so quiet and light footed; spy or not.

"It's a shame," he begun saying, fingers gently stroking her cheek, "because if you did tell me you love me I would say that I love you too."

Before she could process his words he was kissing her.

"But you never said it so oh well," he said breaking away. "I'll let Waverly know you'll be up soon."

With that he left her standing there.

"Well Kuryakin, that was smooth as fuck," Gaby thought out loud.

Then she realised what exactly he'd just said her.

She stood there letting it sink in for a moment. His words repeating in her head, 'I would say I love you too...'

Half dressed with a coy smile she flopped back onto the bed. Illya Kuryakin just told her that he loved her.

The big bad Russian spy had fallen in love with her. His 'little East German chop shop girl' as he would call her. And now that she actually thought about it she was pretty sure she loved him back.

And she realised that the confident bastard probably already knew she did when he decided to tease her this morning.

If she didn't love him so much, she'd hate him.