Jan 17
Oh babe, I hate to go Ilya/Shane 3k, Rated E Read on Ao3
Summary:
Ilya has learned that love gives you time, but it cannot make forever out of two weeks. He worries at his bottom lip, feeling the first seeds of dread as he leans against Shane’s bureau. He’s dressed, his bag is zipped, and it’s still dark outside. Shane sleeps, adorably, half on his stomach with his face nearly off the pillow. He didn’t need to get up as early as Ilya. You don’t need to get up as early just to drive someone to the airport. It’s 3 am. Ilya’s flight is at 7:30 and they still need to make the two-hour drive. OR At some point, you have to leave the cottage. Shane drives Ilya to the airport.