The things Illya wanted to do to her were decidedly ungentlemanly, but that would come in time. He could control himself until Gaby was ready.
Illya noticed her seeming to slip away from him and leaned over as she started to sink into the sand. He laughed along with her at the height difference between them. “Perhaps a stool?” He suggested. Even with her heels back on, she only grew a couple of inches. Illya leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Maybe if we were sitting down?” How he hated to pull his lips away from hers so soon after he had allowed himself to finally kiss her.