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[idiotwithguitar]

It's rather early for Roger to be up when he usually refuses to get up until around noon, but he is wide awake, sitting up in bed. Watching Mimi sleep. He's been sitting like this for a while now, and he's probably not going to move any time soon. Because he's not just looking in her direction, the way it's been since... before they were together

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[aveb_feline]

Mimi's dreaming about him, dreaming of slow kisses and tender caresses and how it feels when he's inside her.

She smiles, in her sleep, and murmurs his name, shifting slightly as she does, and her sheets fall away.

She's not quite naked under them, but not far from it either, wearing nothing but a red tank top and matching panties.

It's a good color for her.

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger cannot look away from her, only able to think of how beautiful she is, how absolutely amazing, and silently pray that he's not going to lose this again. After a moment or two, he leans down to gently kiss her, carefully brushing a bit of her hair away from her face with one hand.

[aveb_feline]

Mimi's smile widens, and she leans into his touch, returning the kiss even though she's not awake yet.

"Love you," she murmurs, barely audible.

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger absolutely melts at the sight of her smile, kissing her a little more firmly and then moving back a bit to look at her again.

"Love you," he whispers back. "...God, you're beautiful."

[aveb_feline]

The second kiss is enough to make Mimi start to wake up; she stirs, slightly, and turns pink when he calls her beautiful.

"Biased," she murmurs, still smiling, and opens her eyes. "Hello, love."

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger beams at her when she opens her eyes.

"Hey," he says softly, his eyes searching her face like he's trying to memorize every detail, like he's afraid it'll go away. He almost is, actually.

[aveb_feline]

"What're you..."

Mimi pauses, noting how intense, how -focused-, his stare is.

"......you can see me."

Big, huge grin.

[idiotwithguitar]

There's a bright smile as she realizes it and grins at him. He's in love with her smile. Everything about her, really, but especially her smile, and it's been so long since he's seen it...

"Yeah. I can."

[aveb_feline]

"Oh, Roger."

Mimi leans over and kisses him, sweetly.

"I'm glad, baby. I'm so glad....there's so many things...you should come back to my world with me again...come see me dance, if you want to..."

She touches his face, gently, still beaming at him.

"I love you so much."

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger kisses her back, his eyes never once leaving her.

"I'd love to, baby. Whatever you want, I'll go..."

At this point, he'd be happy just to watch her forever, no matter what she's doing.

"I love you too, beautiful. You're... amazing."

[aveb_feline]

Mimi turns pink.

It's kind of cute.

"If you say so...oh!" She grins, brightly. "I can show you..."

She slips out of her underwear and then rolls over onto her stomach, exposing her ass - and her tattoo, but let's face it, that's not likely to be the first thing he notices.

[idiotwithguitar]

It is really cute, actually. Roger thinks so, at least.

And Roger is just going to blink and stare for a moment or two. It takes him a while before he actually pays any attention to the tattoo...

[aveb_feline]

Mimi glances at him over her shoulder, sees the expression on his face, and -grins-.

"How do you like it, baby?" she asks, her voice a little husky.

Just because they can't go all the way anymore doesn't mean they can't grope a bit, after all.

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger shoots her a frustrated look, shivering a little at that tone in her voice and her expression.

"Are you trying to torture me?" he asks lightly.

[aveb_feline]

"Not at the moment," Mimi says softly, and reaches out, putting her hand on his crotch and squeezing gently.

"This is safe..."

She wraps her fingers around him, still squeezing, and leans up to kiss him, moving her hand slowly as she does.

[idiotwithguitar]

"Mimi..." Roger murmurs in faint protest, still faintly concerned, but he doesn't move away from her and doesn't break the kiss - if anything, he leans in to the kiss, his hands moving to her shoulders with the half-formed, overly-cautious thought that he maybe ought to stop her, but he can't bring himself to do that just yet.