Mickey slipped his hand up her skirt, gripping her upper thigh with his own smile that had a slightly darker tone to it. “Hardly. Don’t want one of your suitors coming after me. I’d hate to have to break his nose.” He pulled her closer with his grip on her leg and kissed her again hard like she’d kissed him before. The intensity was already there, and Mickey didn’t see a point in turning it down.
"Good luck with that." December said, really rather loving the way this was going. She liked the confidence he moved with, the fact that he was just acting, not hesitating in things. He was moving her around like he owned her, and that was something that December reveled in, in her own way. When he kissed her, she returned it, sliding her knees apart more to rest against his hips.
Yes. It felt stupid, but her closer, opening up like that, that had Mickey hook, line, and sinker. He was doing his best to pull her even closer, but at the same time, he found himself leaning over her, one hand flat on the counter, blocking her from going anywhere than right next to him.
She broke off the kiss when she had to, dropping her head back so her hair fell down behind her shoulders. She looked up at him, just appreciating how he looked there for a second. Desire was a good look on him.
He couldn’t help but notice her looking at him, which had him smiling. “What?” he asked, ducking his head to kiss down her neck that seemed so exposed when she was like that. The hand on her leg creeped up higher, fingers hooking in her underwear and teasing it down just an inch or two.
"I like the 'god I want you' look on you." December told him. She kept her head tilted back, to allow him to do as much kissing as he wanted. "It's almost as good as a 'fuck me, now or there will be consequences' look."
“Hmm,” Mickey hummed against her skin, taking in what she’d said. “You keep doing what you’re doing and maybe you’ll get the second.” And maybe slightly out of spite, he bit at the soft spot of skin just where her neck met her collarbone, harder than he normally might have, but he wanted to leave a mark.
December gave an appreciative hum, which turned into a gasp when he bit her. He wasn't bad at being rough with her, at least, not tonight he wasn't. "So..." she started, though she had to draw in another breath before continuing. "Any of this ringing true to you as your thing?"
The hold on her underwear was stronger, pulling them lower down her leg, even if it was only one side. “I think, right now, you are definitely my thing.” Which was enough for Mickey. He nipped at her skin again, just to deepen the mark then let his fingers drift around to her back, running over the ribbons but not pulling them yet.
That she wasn't surprised with. Though part of her knew she was going to be pretty desperate to know if he'd just done all of this for her. If it was just another accommodation on his end. She hoped not. She didn't stop him with pulling at her panties, wondering just how long he was going to toy with that. And if he was going to check to see just how turned on she was here anytime soon. She kind of wanted him to feel it, have that evidence there.