Genre: Slash - Foothills series
Word Count: 2734
My thanks to sparky955 for cleaning this up. Sorry it's a little late, but, yeah, I had a cold... Story is posted over on AO3. Just follow the link for the whole thing.
Napoleon paused to stamp his feet on their porch. Like everything else that was part of this house, it was small. One day he would build on to the house and give them some much needed room. He was ready now, but Illya… Illya would never admit it, but he loved that house just as it was. For one person and one whose place was mostly somewhere else, it had been perfect. Illya could just walk across the parking lot from the restaurant and he was home. He didn’t need or want a lot of space. Illya was happy with a bed and a kitchen. Everything else was gravy.
Napoleon glanced over at the pile of evergreen boughs he had in a bucket of water. He still needed to back swags with them, a relatively simple task and yet he just didn’t feel up to it. Shaking his head, he pushed open the door and stepped in.
There was a tiny entryway that was just big enough for a closet. To the left it opened into the living room. There was a small patch designated as a dining room and through that was the kitchen. At the back of the room, there was a flight of stairs that led to the second floor. Up there were two bedrooms and a bathroom. Nothing fancy, but enough.
Napoleon pulled off his jacket and hung it in the closet, along with his muffler and hat. It seemed frivolous to pile this many clothes on to walk from his wine shop home. It was just beyond Taste, but the nights in Jackson could be bitter and he seemed to feel the cold more than usual.
He clicked on a light and immediately, two cats were at his feet, wrapping themselves around his ankles.
“Hey, you two, I need to be able to walk.” His voice sounded husky and Napoleon coughed. “Come on and I’ll feed you.” That sounded better.