<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>Definitely blushing<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sophia<br/><hr/>Any hint that Sophia was fooling around or making some play at pushing his buttons evaporated with that little bit on his lip. Mick felt the slight sting of it even as he became more aware of the heat that had risen in the small space of the bathroom. She was throwing herself fully into this, and daring him not to take advantage of the opportunity.<br/><br/>Now, Mick was a decent enough guy-respectful, thoughtful and generally pretty honest, but he wasn’t stupid. That didn’t mean he had the right words for Sophia at the moment, either. Instead, he opted for action.<br/><br/>Her hand still wrapped about his neck, Mick lifted his hands to either side of Sophia and caught her about the waist, then gripped her firmly and lifted her off her feet altogether as his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was hungry and needful, propelled by months of friendly flirtation. Mick’s grip on her was tenuous at best, and as he felt it slipping, he pivoted, putting her up on the edge of the small sink to their right, his mouth only breaking from hers momentarily as he pushed his hands up her sides and into her hair.<br/><br/>Mick’s hips pressed forward against and between Sophia’s, though mostly he pressed against the edge of the vanity. His tongue explored Sophia’s mouth, tasting the remnants of the beer they’d shared moments before. That wasn’t near enough to slow him down, though, once he embraced the idea of crossing that line. He gripped gently against her scalp, his fingers threaded through her hair as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss.<br/><br/>