The fire tickled the palm of Mickey's hand, and he grinned. Her fire was hotter than his, it seemed. It didn't burn him, but it made his skin crawl almost pleasurably.
He took his hand out of her ears and licked the skin where she had burned him. He then grinned at her, still so very naked. "Is that why you've been keeping quiet?" he said. "I always figured you were just the type that didn't share much about themselves."