Claire couldn't help herself but to give a small laugh at Megan's question. It was actually one that was true. She was aware that she had a bit of an ego, but she didn't particularly care. She knew how to work it. "I'm aware." she said, keeping her tone from before. "I like to straddle that line." She grinned evilly as she added, "Though there's someone that I'd much rather be straddling right now..."
"Well now..." she chuckled and resumed her kisses on Megan's neck. Her hand moved to caress the bare skin at the hem of her friend's skirt. "Maybe I'm not as much of a gentleman as you thought..." Claire never liked too much of a gentleman. She found them boring, always seeking permission. Sometimes she would want her ideal man to just take her, take what he wanted and make her his. But she knew there was a difference from a skilled, controlled taking and a rough ape-like groping. She was sure to play as the skilled type.
As Megan caught her eyes with her stare, Claire gave an equally smoldering one back. She caught Megan's lip chewing and smirked a bit. "But..." she inched closer, their lips were almost touching. "If you want me to stop, I will..."