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napoleon solo has never seen a cow in his life (outlawthief) wrote in toboldlyrpg,

The reality of sharing a bed with Illya Kuryakin was as far as possible from the fantasies that had played through Napoleon's mind in the months before the Risa trip. While his imagination had run wild, the actual situation was a lot more...awkward. He had immediately chosen one of the rooms, not realizing there wasn't more than two and not realizing that the one he had chosen had only one bed. And by the time that he had realized that, it was too late and the situation with Rogue and her abilities made certain that there was no changing of the rooming arrangements. It was just safer this way and because of that, he didn't find it in his heart to complain. Much. He did make one comment about the bed sharing on the network with his chosen group of roommates, but then let it die down after a conversation with Darcy.

He had been quick to let Illya know he would be staying on his side of the bed and in clothing, knowing that the other man knew he found him attractive. Which was what was causing the awkwardness for Napoleon. So the first night had been easily the worst night's sleep he had ever had. He had been stiff and slept on nearly the edge of his side of the bed, back turned, and woke up sore. This second night, he decided that if he really wanted to enjoy this pleasure planet, he would need to loosen up some.

So he found a book on his PADD and was trying to enjoy it before lights out. Freshly showered, wet hair curling a bit, he was propped up against a pillow in a plain white shirt and silk boxers that were just loose enough to not be indecent in company. He preferred to sleep in as little possible normally, but that was obviously out of the question with the blond Russian roommate he had gained. He could feel eyes on him, as he read the same line in his book over and over again.

After the seventh time of reading the same words, he turned his head and caught Illya looking at him, obviously finding something interesting. "Can I help you with anything, Peril?" Solo questioned, sounding both amused and a little annoyed at once.