Wow. Mickey didn’t know what to make of that at all, or the fact that all it had him thinking about was more. It seemed simple. He’d done barely anything and there she was reacting like he’d done everything. He couldn’t stop himself for what came next. An alarm went off in his head, but he was too far gone to listen to reason, all he could do was hope she didn’t try and kill him after this. Without letting go of his half a grip on her back he turned her, kissing her mouth this time instead of her shoulder.
So, she hadn't been going to initiate it herself. That just didn't mean when he did make the move, she didn't throw herself into it fully, immediately. There wasn't hesitation, the second he was kissing her, she was kissing back, a hard kiss, nipping at his lip.
That she kissed him back without hesitation shut the alarm off almost right away. He upped his own pace to match hers and turned her more, pulling her against him. Yes, probably stupid, but he couldn’t help it. He’d wanted this for too damn long. His fingers in her ribbons flexed, not intentionally, but tugging at them.
Her kiss broke off for an instant with a sharp gasp, but then she was right back in there, reaching up to grab a fist full of his shirt, pulling him in closer still. It had officially been too long since December had been with anyone. Either that, or Mickey was a little too good at hitting her buttons just right. Maybe it was both.
Mickey went where she tugged, pressing himself against her. The hand that wasn’t in ribbons gripped her hip, pulling that part of her closer to him as well. After a moment he broke off the kiss again, pulling away and letting go of her only to get rid of his shirt, up and over his head. As soon as it hit the floor though he was reaching for her again, hand going back to her ribbons instantly, gripping more of them at once than before, not pulling hard, but holding on to her that way. If he didn’t think about it, he could work with it, because it was great to see those reactions.
When Mickey pulled away, she almost groaned, though she saw what he was up to fast enough. When he was back, she put her arms around his middle, pulling him in. She did that with her nails digging into his lower back, and she kissed him, but broke it off with another gasp at the ribbon pull. Then she went to his neck, kissing a few times before she sank her teeth in.
It was Mickey’s turn to gasp into the kiss when she dug her nails into his back, but he didn’t shake her off. It actually wasn’t a bad feeling, not when he associated it with her wanting him. He was going with it, right until she bit him, then she actually got a noise out of him, fingers flexing in her ribbons and against her hip. She wasn’t kidding about rough, but really? It didn’t bother him like he thought it might. Instead of being put off he let go of her hip, pulling her away from his neck with a look. “Trying to leave a mark?” He didn’t sound upset, just amused and maybe a little demanding.
December couldn't help but give him a dark smile. "That was the intent." she told him. "Trying to stop me?" she asked. She wasn't about to ask for permission. That defeated the whole point. She reached up to grab a handfull of his hair at the back of his head. "Or do you just not want the other ladies sniffing around you to see that maybe you got a little too up in my business?"