Illya kissed back with just as much intent, shoving Napoleon against the wall and moaning against his mouth before he realized what was he doing. His brain caught up with him a second later and he stepped away, and stared at Napoleon, breathless. His cheeks were pink and his lips reddening from the kiss but his eyes were wide open and he looked like he wanted to bolt.
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Date: 2016-03-29 10:45 pm (UTC)"I...that...should be convincing enough."