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[aveb_feline]

Mimi's hormones are overactive.

She is lurking around the apartment ready to ponce on Roger at a moment's notice.

There is a skimpy negligee involved as well.

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[idiotwithguitar]

Poor Roger is unaware of Mimi's overactive hormones. He is sitting on the table (yes, on the table, because he just likes it better than chairs... or something), playing his guitar and singing something very softly, mostly under his breath.

[aveb_feline]

Mimi stalks him from behind, getting on the table and crawling across to him, nipping at his throat.

"Hey, baby," she murmurs, and reaches down, grabbing his crotch through his pants.

Yup. Hormones.

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger draws a sharp breath at the combination of her nipping his throat and grabbing his crotch.

"Hey," he says softly with a bit of a smile, turning toward her slightly. The song, he supposes, can probably wait.

[aveb_feline]

Mimi kisses him, hard and hot, and pushes him down to the table.

Yeah, the song will have to keep.

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger squeaks a soft protest he doesn't particularly mean and lets her push him back, not even trying to resist or push her away. More important things than songwriting to be dealt with now. Like his fiancee kissing him while wearing practically nothing. Yes, that is definitely more important than songwriting at the moment.

[aveb_feline]

Mimi divests him of his guitar and straddles him, shoving his shirt off and rubbing her hands over his chest.

"Want you," she says, her voice a husky purr, and gropes him again.

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger shivers, leaning in to her touch and pulling her down to kiss him.

"You have me," he says softly against her lips. "Anything you want from me."

[aveb_feline]

Mimi puts her hand down his pants, pressing her palm firmly against him.

"Want to see if we can break this table," she purrs against his mouth, and bites down gently on his lower lip.

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger likes the sound of that. Very much.

"Worth a try," he says with a grin, arching up against her hand.

[aveb_feline]

Mimi shoves his pants impatiently and straddles him, rubbing her crotch against his.

The silk between them is very thin.

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger presses himself up against her, moving against her slowly, and that silk in the way is beginning to annoy him a little, no matter how thin, because more than anything he wants it gone and he wants to be inside her right now.

[aveb_feline]

Mimi all but tears the nightgown off and thrusts down against him hard, taking him all in at once and starting to move her hips immediately.

'Slow' is not what she wants tonight.

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger's a little surprised at the urgency, but he can't say he objects. Not that he'd object to most anything Mimi wants to do to him. He groans and moves against her, his hands on her hips, pressing himself into her deeply.

[aveb_feline]

Mimi growls softly and thrusts her hips hard against his, riding him at a gallop and kissing him hard.

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger bites down on her lower lip, bucking his hips up against her and meeting each thrust with one of his own.

[aveb_feline]

Mimi pinches his nipples between her nails, pulling and twisting on them as she does.

The table creaks ominously.