<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mychicagotherapist.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/chris-evans-black-white-shirt.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Mick McIntyre (http://URL of Character Sheet)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>21:30, Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Inside Sophia’s apartment<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Warming up<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Getting there...<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sophia<br/><hr/><br/>Mick clicked the door shut behind them, making sure to throw the deadbolt into place. The last thing Sophia needed was Rodrigo showing up and being able to waltz right in. He let Sophia go about her business, keeping his arms folded across his chest. When she mentioned the beer, he held his ground. Not that he didn’t feel like he needed one, but he didn’t want to give Sophia the impression that he was sticking around, because, at that moment he wasn’t sure that he should.<br/><br/>So, he simply shook his head, said “No thank you” softly, and continued to linger by the door. Mick’s green eyes followed her across the room, and he found himself absently appreciating the fact that his accommodations had a bedroom separate from the living space. He kept his eyes turned toward the kitchenette, and was about to offer to step outside to allow her to change when she asked for the help.<br/><br/>A long, slow sigh slipped from his chest and through his lips. He could see the look in her eyes, coy, flirtatious. She was clearly driving at something, and Mick was being steadfast to that point in his refusal to give it to her.<br/><br/>Silently chiding himself, Mick realized he was being silly. Sophia was a fully actualized and strong young woman, certainly old enough to know if she wanted to make herself available to him in that way.<br/><br/>And it certainly seemed that she was making herself available in that way.<br/><br/>With an amused smile curling the corners of his mouth, he covered the space to her, muttering loud enough for her to hear, “I can’t understand how you girls get yourselves into these dresses, but then get hung up getting out.” He reached for her, stepping closer and gently tugging, only to find it stuck. “Of course,” he huffed, “nothing can ever be easy, can it?”<br/><br/>“Hold tight, Sophia, I just have to,” he continued, drawing the zipper up a bit, separating the fabric from the teeth, and then pulling it back down swiftly, “there! That did it!” He felt triumphant, failing to notice that, for a moment, Sophia’s back was bared all the way down to the small of her back. Mick placed his hands on her shoulders, now bared completely. “Okay, anything else I can do for you, Sophia? Or should I get out of here and let you sleep?”<br/><br/>He was damn well going to make sure that if Sophia wanted this, that she took the reins to start it.<br/>