Illya chuckled when they each missed Sinthia's mouth, then she turned to him for a kiss. Solo echoed the sound when she unbuttoned his shirt as she kissed Illya. He was quite liking this. Solo reached up to take off his tie, to give her a little more working room. He tucked the silk into his jacket pocket. Though he was pleasantly surprised when it was Illya's left hand that slipped inside his shirt to run fingers down his chest.

The Russian looked up at him when his lips parted from Sinthia's. "Perhaps we should go inside," Illya suggested. He didn't care to put on a show for the whole neighborhood to see.