Notes: all the usual disclaimers apply.

Shuffle.

Sniff.

Prod.

“Napoleon are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

Shuffle.

“Illya when are you going to learn to trust me?”

“Oh moy droog, I already do.”

Shuffle, shuffle, prod, bump, groan.

“Ah! Must you be so close Illya?”

“You never objected before.”

“Stop sulking, that’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Silence.

“Illya?”

Silence.

“Illya!”

“Stop yelling.”

“Stop sulking.”

“I don’t sulk Napoleon.”

“Oh yes you do and that bottom lip of yours drops and your so adorable.”

Silence.

“I am never adorable.”

Chuckle. “Have it your way.”

“Its dark.”

“Yes Illya I know its dark.”

“Its cold.”

“Hmmm?”

“I said its cold.”

“Yes I know.”

Squirm.

Shuffle.

Thud.

“Ouch Napoleon, must you crush me?”

“You said you were cold.”

“Great now I am cold and crushed.”

“Sometimes I don’t know why I bother.”

“Because I’m adorable.”

Chuckle.

“Why now, a few moments ago you said you were never adorable.”

“That was before.”

“Before?”

Silence.

Heavy breath.

Sigh.

“Before you were laying on top of me.”

Thump.

“Oh. So now that I am here…”

“No sense in wasting body heat.”

Zip. Wriggle.

“In order to conserve body heat my beautiful Russian it is usually better to stay clothed.”

Zip.

“Illya?”

“Mmmmpf?”

“Oh…” Sigh.

Silence.

“Napasha?”

“Hmm?”

“When do you think the power will come back on?”

“Does it matter?”

Snuggle.

“No I don’t suppose it does. But I would like to know just what you intended to do with that candle.”

Chuckle.

“Napasha?”

Chuckle.

“Napasha! You wouldn’t!”

Chuckle.

Moan.

“Ahhhhhh.”

“You like that?”

“Hmm have to ask?”

Heavy sigh.

“Oh great!”

“What Napasha?”

“I’m all out of matches!”

“Well now, since were here and the candle is out and the power is out and its cold…”

“Illya you are positively wicked.”

Smirk.

“You’re sure you know what you’re doing?”

Shuffle.

“Oh yes Illya in this I am positive.”

“Ah!”