Summary:

“We’ll crush you next time.” “Mm, you won’t,” Ilya retorts, along with kisses down Shane’s chest. “But don’t worry. I’ll send you flowers.” Shane’s fingers go into Ilya’s hair, and Ilya hears a mumbled, “I don’t need flowers,” before a moan drowns it out. -- or: Ilya and Shane sending each other flowers starts out as a joke, and then becomes like a confession.