<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>Well past teasing<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Some lewd behaviour<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sophia<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Well, Sophia wasn’t leaving much up to chance at this point, now was she? Mick’s eyes followed her as she crossed the small space to the bathroom, his skin still heated from her breath. He’d taken the beer bottle from her grasp as she turned, stealing the last useful swig from it. There was an almost knowing manner to the way she moved to the bathroom and unclasped the bra. Almost as though Sophia had experience taunting a man like this before. But, why Mick? He’d never been anything but kind to her, light, friendly teasing aside.<br/><br/>Then, as she slipped her underwear down her thighs, her backside bared with a hint of luscious pink peeking out from between her thighs Mick had a realization. She wanted this. Wanted his attention, and probably, based on the knowing smile she cast back over her shoulder, more than the attention his gaze could deliver.<br/><br/>With the water running, Mick was sure Sophia wouldn’t hear him as he muttered, ‘Fuck’. His basest instincts made him eager to follow close behind, to see if his read on Sophia’s desires was accurate. Mick placed the bottle on the countertop, the very last of the amber liquid swirling a bit at the bottom. His gaze fixed to hers, Mick crossed the space to the bathroom, placing one hand on either side of the doorframe.<br/><br/>Sophia stood only a couple of feet away now with her back still turned, but that smile still on her face. “Sophia,” Mick began, his hands sliding down the door frame but never letting go of it, “if I step into this bathroom, I think a lot of things are going to change for our friendship.” He could feel himself beginning to stiffen under the cover of his shorts, and whatever Sophia said, Mick knew that at least part of him was fully vested in the idea of being with her tonight.<br/><br/>“I need to know that you’re okay with that,” he continued, “because once I put my hands on you again, I’m going to have a hard time taking them off.”<br/>