Act 3
Rebecca returned to the apartment and had a shower. She felt like making a special effort for tonight, it would be a while before she would be able to wear anything nice. She liked wearing a dress, but didn't very often have the opportunity to do so as being a Section 2 agent she was more often in tops and trousers, the only exception was if she was working in the office, where she would wear a skirt.
In her latest shopping trip with April, she had seen and fell in love with a long black silk and lace dress, she had tried it on and it fit her perfectly. April had persuaded her to buy it knowing how good she had looked in it.
She took the dress out from its wrappings, put it on and admired the woman reflected in the mirror, April was right, it did suit her, she couldn't wait to see the reaction she would get when she met her two friends at the restaurant, one of which was more than just a friend.
She finished getting ready and made her way out the apartment, setting the alarms and security as she left. The restaurant wasn't far away and there would be plenty of UNCLE agents around at that time of the evening so she decided to walk to the restaurant enjoying the cool night air.
The two agents were already sat at the table waiting for Rebecca to arrive. They had both showered and changed at HQ as they had left it too late to return home, they were all planning to enjoy their last evening before leaving on their assignment in the morning, they always made the most of it as they knew at least one of them would probably not return in the same state of fitness as they left.
A couple of wolf whistles caught their attention as a stunning woman stepped through the door, Napoleon nudged Illya's elbow, making him spill his vodka, as they both looked towards the doorway, the growl directed at his partner faded as he took in this stunning woman he could see walking over to their table followed by stares of envy from the other patrons in the restaurant.
Napoleon got up and pulled a chair out for Rebecca with his usual charm and grace
"Don't you brush up nice!"
He glanced over to his partner who wasn't normally so taken aback.
"Illya, stop drooling!"
Illya couldn't stop looking at this beauty sat next to him; he had never seen her look so stunning.
"You look lovely, I think you should wear a dress more often ljubóvnik(lover)!"
He was so used to seeing her in trousers and blouses that seeing her in a dress had taken him aback, he didn't think that he had ever seen her wear one, well not like this one anyway, and couldn't wait to take her in his arms.
It was at times like these that Napoleon couldn't believe what Illya had done to win this woman or should it be Rebecca won him? His normally dour partner shunned women like the plague, but with Rebecca it was like she had cast a spell on him.
The relationship started a bit stormy at first, Illya resented her being brought in to work on an assignment with them and pointedly refused to acknowledge her or speak to her if he could help it, he assumed that she would be like most women and be a hindrance, even though they had worked with April many times and knew that some women were quite capable of fending for themselves.
Rebecca had won him round when she demonstrated her ability to hold her own when they got ambushed by a large number of THRUSH and proved that she was almost as good a shot and as resourceful as the Russian himself, it also pleased him no end when she didn't succumb to his partners charms like most women, but what really got him to take note was the fact that she showed an interest in working with explosives, by the end of the two week long assignment Illya was quite taken with her and was disappointed when she had to leave.
Napoleon also noticed that she was as stubborn as his partner and also had the annoying habit of saying she was fine when she quite clearly wasn't. It often made him wonder if she had some Russian in her history somewhere.
A few months later they had to work together again, this time they were informed that she was, in fact, an interrogator; the only female one in UNCLE and an unusual one at that with a very good success rate. During the assignment, Illya and Rebecca's relationship progressed and Napoleon was happy that the Russian had finally found some happiness.
Mr Waverly noticed that these two agents were becoming an item, he worried about the implications of a relationship between them and had spoken to Napoleon about it, wanting to make sure that the assignments were not being affected by it. Napoleon had, in fact, reported the opposite, they seemed to go better because of it. In the end The Old Man has requested that Rebecca be a permanent fixture at New York HQ and, unusually, allowed the relationship to blossom with his blessing. He was also pleased that the Russian, who he thought of as a son, was a happier person. Though most people wouldn't be able to tell the difference Napoleon and The Old Man could!
"Are we going to get something to eat then? I don't know about you two, but I'm hungry and I know at least one of you is starving!"
Laughing, she took Illya's hand and pulled him to the buffet. They walked over with his arm around her waist deep in conversation while they waited their turn to choose what they wanted from the buffet. Napoleon waited until they came back before going himself to give them some time together.
When they returned, Illya's plate was piled high and Rebecca had a few mouthfuls, how did she survive on so little? Napoleon wondered. By the time Rebecca had finished her plate, Illya was already halfway through his second helping
"Tovarisch, where do you put it all?"
Illya grinned while he finished his last mouthful. "I think I'm full now!" then he spied dessert. "Except for pudding!"
He got up to help himself to some of the cakes on offer while both Rebecca and Napoleon groaned and shook their heads.
The restaurant had a dance floor and several people were already dancing. The three agents sat and watched the dancers while Illya finished eating. Rebecca loved to dance and asked Illya if he would join her, the Russian didn't like dancing very much and declined, he would much rather watch Rebecca dance, not to be defeated she asked Napoleon who was delighted to partner her and swept her to the dance floor.
Illya enjoyed watching his two closest friends laughing and enjoying themselves on the dance floor, it was a rare occasion where the agents could relax and enjoy themselves without having to worry about looking over their shoulder all the time.
A slow dance started and he watched as his partner took his girlfriend in his arms and held her close while they moved around the dance floor, Rebecca's head resting against Napoleons chest. Most men would feel uncomfortable seeing such intimacy between their girlfriend and best friend, but with Section 2 agents, they always depended on each other for their lives so friendship and trust ran deep. Illya knew that Napoleon would make no moves on Rebecca.
The slow dance ended and a faster one started and they separated and danced to the new song while Illya drank his vodka, content to be watching. When the song finished, the two dancers returned to the table laughing. Rebecca took a few sips of her wine, feeling relaxed and happy, Napoleon sipped his scotch, and the trio talked and laughed for a while, enjoying themselves.
Finally as the night was ending the last slow dance started, Rebecca got up and took Illya's hand trying to get him to have a dance with her, he tried to refuse, but Rebecca was having none of it
"Look Kuryakin, that glare will not work on me! It's a slow dance, even your two left feet can cope with that, just hold me close and let the music guide you!"
The Russian sighed knowing he had gotten away with it most of the night and that his lover wouldn't take no for an answer so he followed her to the dance floor. He took her in his arms and she rested her head on his chest, he could smell her perfume so he rested his head against her hair breathing in the scent and closed his eyes enjoying the moment. All too soon the dance ended and it was time to go home.
They all walked back to the apartment block, Napoleon had a penthouse suite at the top, while Illya and Rebecca shared a smaller apartment a few floors down. They came and went from each other's apartments all the time. Napoleon said goodnight to the two lovers and went up to his own apartment leaving them to themselves, he didn't think that they would want his company tonight, even though they invited him in for a drink.
His own current girlfriend, Lizzie was on duty tonight and wouldn't be back until late, she was a nurse in Medical, which is where Napoleon had met her while he was recovering from some injuries sustained from an assignment. He was used to falling asleep on his own, but waking up with her beside him. She knew he was leaving tomorrow and would make sure that she saw him before he left in the morning if she could.
Napoleon was lucky, in that Lizzie very rarely had to leave New York, so was always around when he was and more often than not tending his injuries in Medical when he came back, she was the only reason staying in Medical was marginally bearable!
It was harder on Illya and Rebecca, with them both being Section 2 they were quite often apart for long periods, they did work together on occasion, but more often than not they were on separate missions so their time spent together was treasured all the more and that's what the pair were doing right now he knew.
Illya and Rebecca were lying on the sofa in their apartment, they had both kicked off their shoes and they were giggling as Rebecca tried to remove his socks with her bare feet. After succeeding she snuggled up to Illya, her head resting on his shoulder while the Russian stroked her hair. They lay there for a while just enjoying each other's company, then Rebecca shifted slightly and slowly undone the buttons of Illya's shirt, ran her fingers across his chest and kissed the hollow of his neck, Illya lifted her chin up and kissed her deeply on the lips. Very few people saw the tender and gentle side of the icy Russian, no one would believe he was capable of tenderness, but he had demonstrated that side of his personality many times with Rebecca.
Rebecca answered his kiss just as hungrily, soon they were exploring each other's bodies, Illya ran his fingers across her back, his sensitive fingers feeling the scars there, there were so many of them which saddened him, but he knew that his back and chest were also scarred just as much, he traced them with his fingers which made Rebecca moan with pleasure, she explored his body gently with her fingertips, and followed his scars down to his belly.
He shifted from under her and stood up, taking her hand he pulled her up from the sofa.
"I need you ljubóvnik(lover)!" he said breathlessly as he pulled her to the bedroom.
They fell onto the bed, after removing their underwear, Rebecca lying on her back while Illya kissed her from her toes to her mouth, his hands lightly caressing her as he worked his way up, sending ripples of pleasure along her body. He couldn't wait any longer and he was soon bringing them both to a climax.
He lay there for a while, drinking her in, he stroked a lock of hair from her eyes and kissed her gently.
"I love you so much, Becca."
They lay there holding each other exhausted, but content. Eventually Illya rolled onto his back, putting his arm out and pulling Rebecca close to him, he always looked forward to their lovemaking, with Rebecca it was truly love.
Sometimes, although very rarely (It was normally Napoleon), he had to seduce a female as part of a mission and he always felt a bit guilty when he had to have sex with them, but it was only sex, making love was reserved for Rebecca only and he always put his full energies to it. Unlike Napoleon, he always waited until he was with Rebecca for release.
He knew when Rebecca had fallen asleep, still snuggled in his arms, her head on his chest and her hand around his waist. Sighing with contentment he kissed her and pulled her closer before closing his own eyes and instantly falling asleep.