Illya is driving the car, and Napoleon is irritating him.
An established relationship story.
Written: April 2006. Word count: 100.
"I said you should have turned left back there."
"You did not. You said right."
"I meant left."
"I sometimes wonder why I ever listen to you."
"Because you love me."
"Inogda interesno pochemu."
"That wasn't very polite. And don't blink at me like that; keep your eyes on the road. You shouldn't have insisted on teaching me Russian if you don't want me to know what you say when you're insulting me."
"Tell me again why we are taking this trip?"
"It's our first anniversary. Why are you stopping?"
Illya leaned towards his partner and kissed him.
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