The only way she's stopping is if someone happens by, and by this point they'd have to decide to purposefully interrupt. (If that happened, she'd hit the ground laughing and never recover.) She grins into their kiss as his interest makes itself apparent, her fingers prying open buttons and zipper, pushing cloth aside.

There are connotations to this she can't entirely ignore, memories she'd just as soon not dredge up. Ignoring them is easier than she'd have guessed, so with that noise reduced to a dull murmur in the corner of her mind, Carol is free to do as she likes. Being in control of her own choices makes all the difference and there's no question that this is what she wants.

One last moment of attention to that kiss before she pulls back smiling, tempted to say something cheeky. But instead she drops to a knee, hands at his hips, and makes herself clear wordlessly.