"Really"~ for the Short Affair

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Challenge: The Short Affair

-Prompt Word #1 - Recipe

-Prompt Colour – Midnight Blue

Author: mrua7

Title: ‘Really...’

Word count: approx. 670

Heather McNabb leaned over the aluminum cooking pot on the gas stove in front of her, dutifully stirring the contents with a wooden ladle.

“Napoleon, I think this sauce is just about ready.”

The handsome agent sidled up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck before he responded.

“Mmmm, smells good and it's gravy Heather. If it has meat in it you call it gravy, no meat is sauce. I think it needs to simmer just a little longer while I put on the spaghetti.”

“Oh I stand corrected, though I never heard anything but sauce. To me gravy is brown and you put it on meat."

"It's been a long standing arguement among chefs, but in the Solo household it was called gravy." He took a box of spaghetti out of the paper shopping sack on the kitchen counter.

"I like what you just did with those lips of yours by the way,” Heather made a yummy sound.

“Then I’ll just have to do it again for good measure.” Solo kissed her neck, nuzzling and sucking on her skin.

“Ohhh, Napoleon.” She let go the ladle and turned around, this time letting her lips meet his, with Solo's hands quickly roaming.

“Will you two stop it in there?” Illya Kuryakin called out from his living room. "You are supposed to be here ministering to me as promised, following doctor’s orders, may I remind you? I really do not want the attention, but still you are here, so either follow your orders or get out and go find a room!”

Heather and Napoleon burst out into a fit of laughter. This had been a compromise, rather than cancel their date; coming over and making dinner for Kuryakin, making sure he was settled in and comfortable was the next best option. What happened after that was accomplished remained to be seen.

Illya came hobbling into the kitchen on a crutch, cradling his right arm in a sling and scowling at the two.

“Sorry, but you know your partner….he’s hard to resist,” Heather smiled. She and Napoleon began laughing again, and after a moments pause, the Russian joined them. Yes, Kuryakin knew the sway Napoleon and his libido had over women and for that reason, perhaps it was time he turned a blind eye,

“That’s much better tovarisch, laughter is the best medicine and that recipe is just what the doctor ordered. He told me you needed to relax. You've been wound too tightly lately,” Napoleon said as he put the spaghetti into a pot of boiling water.  “See chum, just the way you like it, al dente.”

The kitchen was filled with wonderful scents the meat gravy, the steam rising from the boiling spahhetti with just a hint of olive oil, and a loaf of garlic bread that was warming in the oven.

“Less jocularity and more food preparation please,” Illya chuckled, “ I am famished and I must say everything smells so enticing.”

Napoleon opened the fridge and produced a plate of antipasto. “Illya, you’re always hungry. Here chum, you can nibble on this. It should hold you over until dinner is served."

“Hey Napoleon,” Heather protested.”He’ll eat it all. So none for us?”

“Fear not my dear. I have a plate just for us and nice bottle of Chianti to go with it as well.”

“Mmm Napoleon, you think of everything. We’ll have to repeat this dinner when we’re alone, if you don’t mind?” Heather whispered to him.

His only answer was smile and a quick wink.

“Hey tovarisch, got some dinner music you can put on that record player of yours?”

Illya swallowed a piece mozzarella before answering. “I think I can find something suitable in my collection."

Moments later the room was filled with the sounds of a guitar, and drums.

“How is that?” Illya called.

“I love it!” Heather walked out, shimmying to the music and carrying the platter of spaghetti, crowned with the red gravy. Napoleon swaggered in time right behind her, enjoying his view; with the garlic bread, wine and more antipasto in hand.

“What’s this song called?” Heather asked as they all sat down at the dining table.  Illya’s furniture was in eclectic collection of mismatched chairs, very much him in a way.  He was a man of simple means.

“It is ‘Midnight Blue,’ and has become one of my new favorites.” Feel free to play it again, or any of my other albums, as after eating this delicious dinner you have gone to the trouble to make for me, I will be retreating to my bedroom….with the door shut. Feel free to enjoy my sofa as well.”

“Really tovarisch?” Napoleon grinned at the unexpected offer.

“Really…” Illya winked. “Just remember to keep the music loud enough please.”

                       

Comments

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

I have a sudden urge to eat Italian food tonight. Nice, and fun to see Heather.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

And here I would have thought you'd want to go in the bedroom and keep Illya company? (chuckle) Thank you!

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

That's very accommodating of Illya. How strong is his pain medication? LOL. Another great story.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

No pain meds for our boy-o, only sleep. With his favorite music playing, he can forget about the condoned mischief going on in his living room.

Glad you enjoyed the story. Thanks!

[carabele.livejournal.com]

Cute! And so Napoleon! Looking after Illya but still not foregoing a date with a beautiful woman. ;-)

And oh yes, Italians are very particular about it being called gravy. Definitely learned that from my Italian daughter-in-law. [laugh]

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

I actually learned it from my non-Italian, New York cousins many years ago. As well as how Capicola is pronounced. LOL!

Glad you liked the story! Thanks for commenting!!

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

Illya's little tirade was so him and hilarious! No wonder he turned so accommodating. I'll never think of his couch the same way again.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, there's not to say he hasn't used the couch himself in the same fashion.... giggle. Becoming accommodating or really just resigning himself to the inevitable 'love-machine' that is his partner.

Thanks for reading and commenting and glad you enjoyed the story. "D