Both men were quite tall, so she had to lean up to reach their lips or they would have to bend down. Either way, Illya watched eagerly. Knowing what it was like to have her kiss him. Though this was far more chaste than how she regularly kissed him. He licked his lips, his eyes dilated with excitement and the memory of Solo's lips fresh against his own.

Her body fit against Solo's nicely. He closed his eyes as he kissed her and his own hands slid down to her waist. He wasn't the only one hiding considerable muscle beneath his fine clothes. The taste of the vodka and lime on her lips was exotic and enticing. He wanted to taste more of her, but he wasn't going to push her farther than she wanted to go. He let her take the lead.