Genre: Man from UNCLE - slash
Word count: 4856
My thanks to sparky955 for her Beta and to the various five-star restaurants around whose menus I borrowed from. Clicking the title will take you to the story on AO3.
He pushed through the swinging door, intent upon the desk when he stopped and did a double take. The woman he’d met earlier was sound asleep on their couch, an afghan that Napoleon’s mother had crocheted over the top of her. Buerre Noir was curled up in the nook behind her knees. She yawned and stretched out a paw to him.
“You’ll sleep with anyone, won’t you?” Illya asked the brown tabby. She merely rolled over and closed her eyes.
Just for an instance, a flush of jealousy colored his cheeks, but then common sense brushed it away. If Napoleon was going to have a dalliance, he would know better than to do it in their own living room.
At that moment, Napoleon appeared at the top of the stairs and Illya looked up, a question on his face. Napoleon pointed to the kitchen and Illya nodded.
Napoleon quietly came down the stairs and followed his partner. Illya thought he did well waiting as long as he did.
“Napoleon, would you like to tell me why that woman is asleep on our couch?”
“She said she was a light weight when it came to wine. I didn’t realize how much of a light weight she really was. I couldn’t let her drive off, not in her condition, so I thought it would be better to let her sleep it off. I was just getting ready to take her home. Illya, I was thinking. What can you use to make jelly or jam out of?”
“Just about anything, ask the Japanese.”
“What about wine?”
Illya shrugged his shoulders. “I imagine it wouldn’t be hard, just substitute it for the fruit. Why do you ask?”
“I’m thinking of starting a sideline.”