AN: Just a little something I couldn't resist doing at least once.
It wasn't very often that she effortlessly tightened the leash between him and her little finger without even trying. She didn't really have a need to since Mickey was as loyal as a dog, but still, she liked to tease him to keep his attention on her at times. Especially when he either looked bone tired or lost to the world because he had too much on his mind, that could be about anything with him.
In any case, today was such a day in which she decided to tease him a little…well….not a little in this case, more like, a lot.
It was a beach day and she decided to pull the old 'could you put some sunscreen on my back?' trick, complete with laying on her stomach and undoing one of the two ties on her two-string bikini top. The poor boy quickly became a blushing, stuttering mess, and it was a wonder why his nose hadn't started bleeding.
"Anything the matter Mickey?" Minnie asked him oh-so innocently, hiding her gleeful smirk flawlessly.
"Nope, not- nothing's the matter, Min. Jus-just remember ta brace yerself fer the incoming cold, 'k?" He managed to stutter out.
"Alright, go ahead, Mickey." She told him sweetly, feigning obliviousness to his reaction.
At her okay, he took a deep breath, took off his gloves, squirted some 50 spf in his hand and let it slide off to plop on her back, she squeaked at the feeling naturally, and only then did he start rubbing the sunscreen in. Slowly and in little circles. He noticed her tail curl into a heart at his movements and decided to turn the tables a little.
"Want me ta give ya a massage while I'm here?" He asked casually.
"Yes please." Came her automatic response without even thinking because he asked so casually, and his touch simply felt that good. She didn't take it back even when she realized what she just said yes please to though.
Thus, Mickey let his other hand take over rubbing in the rest of the sunscreen into the contours of her shoulders while the former hand began kneading in a spot just above the small of her back. It was obvious that she was enjoying the added hand movement, if the small moan escaping her lips or both her fingers and toes digging into the sand were any indication. Mickey smirked quite smugly, happy to have turned the tables on her, practically melting her into putty in his hands. He knew that was her original plan with him when she let that flimsy string at her mid back fall to her sides.
It was just a talent both of them had over the other, one of the many things love is, being able to turn the other into putty in their respective hands.