"Oh, my goodness, Mr. Zims? Seriously? That is just too adorable for words." Leaning in real quick, I press a kiss to the tip of his chin and try not to shiver when I feel his hands slip up under my shirt, big and warm up the length of my back. "This is gonna be great for you, I know it," I continue, breath catching just a bit when his hands smooth down my sides and drag inward over my stomach, my voice breaking off into a laugh.

Grinning a little, I duck my head, my hands sliding down his chest to play with the bottom hem of his shirt. "You tryin' to distract me now? 'Cause I'll be honest, it's--" My breath definitely catches when I feel his thumb brush over one nipple, my shirt all caught up on his wrists. "It's workin', mister."

Carefully, I shift a little closer so that my knees are pressing up against the cushion behind him and I'm... no longer on his this. "Or maybe this is more of a preliminary celebration?" I ask, giving him my biggest, innocent eyes as I fight a smile. I creep my fingers under his shirt to tease at the waistband of his night pants. "Would you like to make a request?"