Birthday Boy | Carol
John didn't tend to think there was much of a point in finding justification for this sort of thing. It was what it was, and they could both have fun with it. Carol was cute and fun and punchy, but he didn't need it to be anymore more than just now. Surely, they'd still respect each other in the morning. Or whenever.
He grinned right back, and shrugged out of his jacket even as she worked his pants. Look, she'd get her turn but he was apparently multi-layered and that'd never do. "Bossy. I'm into it." Which, yeah, he kind of was. Even if it wasn't really the kind of bossy he might have preferred. But he'd always liked a woman who knew what she wanted. "Sympatico, luv, no worries there."