<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b9/12/b6/b912b65afa67d5dd3d90994c8172a94b.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Sophia Thomson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14406317#msg14406317)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>21:30, Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outside her apartment<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Calling it a night<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Getting heated<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mick<br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Mick just shook his head, “You’d have just ended up hurting your hand if you punched him. Plus, that sort of display might have gotten you fired. So, better that you didn’t, you know?” He smiled, trying his best to reassure the girl. Of course, he understood the instinct. Any guy who’d rough up a woman and menace her the way Rodrigo did to Sophia deserved a pretty fair beating, as far as Mick was concerned. <br/><br/>He felt the brush of Sophia’s shoulder against him, making contact with his arm just above his elbow, and smiled. There had been little hints of of contact between them throughout the night, and Mick assumed she was swaying a bit and feeling a bit more touchy because of the buzz. <br/><br/>Then again, maybe she wasn’t. Maybe, as they walked the short path back to the cottages, Sophia was playing around the edges of their friendship, testing Mick to see if he’d stop her, or if he’d take the initiative to push it further. <br/><br/>“Well, I don’t think that’s entirely true, Sophia. You do have friends on this island. Chels is good people, and Dom looks out for you like a big brother. A big, big, sometimes overbearing brother, but a brother nevertheless.” He laughed a little at his own characterization. <br/><br/>They were arriving at the front door to her cottage now, the moon fully overhead. The music from the party was more of a soft rumble in the background, allowing them to drop their voices to a more normal conversational level. <br/><br/>“But, I hear you. It’s lonely out here sometimes. Even when this place is crawling with guests, and we’re at full staff, it feels,” he paused, looking up at the sky, “like is this really where I want to be?” Mick shook his head, chasing the thought away. “Christ, doesn’t sound like either of us should be without a friend right now, does it?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Mick was right about all of it, of course. She likely would have been fired if she'd punched that asshole, and she did have other friends. Maybe it was something about Mick specifically, something she didn't feel towards the others that set him apart. He was good-looking, obviously, but the island was practically infested with attractive people. No, there was certainly more to Mick than his appearance. He was a genuinely good guy; practically the opposite of Rodrigo.<br/><br/>The comparison was a powerful one. Though her want for him had always been there, it suddenly came bubbling to the surface.<br/><br/>Standing now outside her door and listening to Mick's own sentiment, Sophia turned to face him with a thundering and anxious heart. She was buzzed, that much was obvious, and perhaps it was clouding her judgement slightly. They were friends, after all, and that relationship hung in the balance at that moment, but she didn't want to think about that. All she could think of was how his arms would have felt around her, or how he his hips would feel between her thighs.<br/><br/>"Neither of us have to be. At least, not tonight," she replied, her smile broadening slightly as her fingers traced up along the outside of his arm. Pressing gradually closer, she took hold of his bicep, encouraging him to wrap his arm around her as her other hand slid against his chest. Her head craned back to hold his gaze as her thin frame soon found itself fitted against his, and though she wanted to press her lips, too, to his, she paused and bit her lip. Her eyes flickered to his mouth before glancing back up once again.<br/><br/>"Unless you have to get back to work.." she muttered, her smile daring to darken just slightly.