Mickey was fighting thinking, even if he was there already, wondering just what the hell it meant, what happened next. He was finally feeling less like his heart was pounding out of his chest of gasping for air, which meant he dared to look at her, expectant, but not actually asking the litany of questions in his mind.
She looked back at him, not sure what to say. In the end she opted not to, she just gave him a pleasantly exhausted look. She arched her back slightly, feeling pain spikes from pretty much all of the rings in her back. She'd have bruises soon.
He almost laughed, though it wasn’t really funny. At least she looked pleased. It was enough for him to lean in and kiss her, feeling surprisingly sure in the motion despite the uncertainty in his mind. When he pulled back he moved away from the counter a step, catching his pants before they fell all the way off. He wanted to ask if he should stay or go, but the words weren’t coming so he settled on trying to dress himself again.
She returned it, then slowly dropped back to the bathroom floor, thinking she needed a shower now. Like, seriously. In a good way. So, she opted for that. She turned to the bathtub, and turned the water on, then the spray, giving it a minute to warm up. Looking back at him, she said nothing, just watching him get his clothes back in order.
Once the shower turned on he looked over at her, then back down again. After a moment though he sensed he was being watched and glanced up, blush creeping on his cheeks. “Do you care if I stay?” he asked, before tilting his head and looking at her back more. The skin was red from what he’d done, which made him instantly anxious about it, moving closer to study it.
"Like, the night?" she asked. "Or just a while?" she wanted to know. God, she really didn't want to have to answer a whole spending the night question. It seemed too heavy for her. Too fast too soon or...something, she honestly didn't know. She dropped her skirt to the floor, letting him look at her back there.
He really wasn’t thinking of them as two separate things. “Whichever,” he said after a moment, focusing on her back, touching the red skin lightly. “I was too hard wasn’t I?”
"...over night is a little..." she didn't know how to word it. "And no. You weren't too hard." she clarified, since to her? No. He wasn't. "I'd tell you if it was too hard." she told him, glancing back over her shoulder at Mickey. "Bothering you already, huh?"
“You do realize we’ve spent nights together before right?” Mickey asked, but he knew this was different. “Maybe. In the act...it didn’t really bother me, but...you’re sure? You’re going to bruise.”
"I know." she said. "On both points." she added. She didn't say that it would be different, he would know that. "And I'm fine with the bruises." she told him. Pushing the shower curtain back, she stepped into it, looking back at him.
He looked at her then dared to move forward, kissing her again, not caring if he got wet. “I could get there. To being fine. If you are.” It was stupid, but he really didn’t want to leave.
And this was why she'd been telling herself not to sleep with him. Because it was one hook up, and he was already both trying to spend the night and already going with the 'whatever you want' thing. She kissed him back, but reached out to put her hands on his shoulders. "It's not a good idea right now, Mickey." she told him. "This happened, and it was fucking fantastic, just so you know, but it doesn't mean that I'm abruptly your girlfriend now. Okay? Things are complicated. I'm still working them all out in my head."