Clara and John
"I'm not shy," John murmured against her ear. The way she moved her hips against him was turning him on, and he wondered, briefly, if she knew what she was doing to him. Maybe the night would go better than he ever expected. High John was optimistic.
He curved his hand around her waist and dared to let his fingers graze the curve of her ass. The way she looked into his eyes was almost an invitation and John took it. He leaned in and kissed her, locking their mouths together in a slow kiss as they swayed gently to the music.
"I want you," he whispered against her lips. Sober John would be horrified by his forwardness, but high John saw no problem in stating truths.