Gaby very much did not mind Illya honing in on what he was after; she was a very willing target. The door had scarcely closed behind them when she found herself at the mercy of the very eager lips of the very large Russian. She parted her own lips and met his tongue with hers, as she wrapped one arm around him and used her other to steady herself against the back of the sofa. Her face felt flush, and she could hear her pulse thrumming in her ears as she pressed her body into his. It felt exhilerating to be engaging in the act she had forbidden herself to even think on, succumbing to feelings she had suppressed for so long.