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Title: I think we’ve Met
Author: defy_gravityxx aka Allyson
Written for: Jenwyn/elvensorceress
Rating: PG-13.
Genre: Romance/General
Summary: “I think we’ve met.” What was Mark’s meaning behind that? Pre-Rent. Mark/Mimi. Mark’s POV.
Notes: When I got the email, Mark/Mimi romance screamed out at me, so, that’s what I chose. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it's short and rushed, this thing snuck up on me in the middle of studying for midterms.
Warnings: Language.
Disclaimer I don’t own a thing.
“Mark, this is Mimi. She’ll be dining with us tonight.” Roger told me, walking over with a skinny, Latina girl.
“Hi.” We both said.
“I think we’ve met.” I told her.
“That’s what he said.” She said in return, laughing a little.
It seems that she has forgotten. I’ll never forget though. I mean, just looking into those beautiful brown eyes of hers brings back the memories.
It was the October of 1994 when we first met. I was coming in from just walking around the city for a while; I think Roger was out with April. He had to be. I had somehow forgotten my keys, and when I called up to the loft to ask Roger to throw them down, no one answered.
Being October it wasn’t really cold, but it wasn’t all that warm either. Sighing, I decided I might as well wait for someone else to come home, hopefully Maureen or Collins, or even another tenant in the building.
I sat down on the steps, my back resting against the brick wall.
It actually felt nice just to sit out here, alone, staring at the moonlight.
Taking a quick glance down at my watch, wondering what time Roger and April would even think about coming home.
“10:49. Fuck, no one’s going to be home for a while.” I muttered. “Whatever”
Deciding I was going to be here a while, I slid back against the door, closing my eyes.
The next thing I remembered was a slim hand touching my shoulder. Maybe Roger and April were finally home.
I blinked a few times before opening my eyes and saw a skinny, Latina girl wearing electric blue pants standing in front of me,
“Are you okay?” She asked me.
I couldn’t answer her. The only thing I could look at her was her eyes. Her eyes were so beautiful, large and brown. They were perfect.
“Huh? What? Sorry.” I said, I knew I was blushing.
“Are you okay? You look cold.” She was kneeling down beside me, her eyes full of worry.
“Oh, I’m fine. I was just waiting for my roommates to get home. Though, I don’t think they’re home yet.” I explained, taking a glance down at my watch. ’1:48’.
“You live here?” The girl asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, I’m on the top floor.”
“Really? I live right below you!” She said, smiling.
God. This woman has a beautiful smile too.
“Really? I didn’t know we had anyone living below. I’m Mark.” I stood up and reached out a hand to help her up.
“I’m Mimi.” She said, taking my hand and shaking it. “Do you want to come upstairs until your roommates come home?”
I smiled. “Yeah, I would like that.”
She unlocked the door and we made our way up to her apartment. Walking in I took in her apartment. It definitely wasn’t as big as the loft, but it was homey. Perfect for only one person living there.
“This is a nice place.” I said.
“Thanks. Would like anything?”
“Nah. I’m good. Thanks though.”
“No problem. Go ahead and sit down. You’re probably going to be here a while.” She said laughing. I followed her and sat down on her bed.
“Thank you for putting up with me.” I smiled at her.
“It’s no problem at all.” She said, her heading turning to face mine.
That’s when our eyes met.
I reached my hand out to grab her face, slowly pulling her lips closer to mine.
She returned the kiss, her tongue making her way into my mouth.
I didn’t pull back. I didn’t want to. I deepened the kiss, Mimi allowing me too.
After was seemed life forever, Mimi finally pulled away, touching her lips.
“I’m going to go.” I quickly got up from and her bed and left. I sat outside the loft until Collins finally came home.
That was the last time I saw her.
Until now.
Author: defy_gravityxx aka Allyson
Written for: Jenwyn/elvensorceress
Rating: PG-13.
Genre: Romance/General
Summary: “I think we’ve met.” What was Mark’s meaning behind that? Pre-Rent. Mark/Mimi. Mark’s POV.
Notes: When I got the email, Mark/Mimi romance screamed out at me, so, that’s what I chose. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it's short and rushed, this thing snuck up on me in the middle of studying for midterms.
Warnings: Language.
Disclaimer I don’t own a thing.
“Mark, this is Mimi. She’ll be dining with us tonight.” Roger told me, walking over with a skinny, Latina girl.
“Hi.” We both said.
“I think we’ve met.” I told her.
“That’s what he said.” She said in return, laughing a little.
It seems that she has forgotten. I’ll never forget though. I mean, just looking into those beautiful brown eyes of hers brings back the memories.
It was the October of 1994 when we first met. I was coming in from just walking around the city for a while; I think Roger was out with April. He had to be. I had somehow forgotten my keys, and when I called up to the loft to ask Roger to throw them down, no one answered.
Being October it wasn’t really cold, but it wasn’t all that warm either. Sighing, I decided I might as well wait for someone else to come home, hopefully Maureen or Collins, or even another tenant in the building.
I sat down on the steps, my back resting against the brick wall.
It actually felt nice just to sit out here, alone, staring at the moonlight.
Taking a quick glance down at my watch, wondering what time Roger and April would even think about coming home.
“10:49. Fuck, no one’s going to be home for a while.” I muttered. “Whatever”
Deciding I was going to be here a while, I slid back against the door, closing my eyes.
The next thing I remembered was a slim hand touching my shoulder. Maybe Roger and April were finally home.
I blinked a few times before opening my eyes and saw a skinny, Latina girl wearing electric blue pants standing in front of me,
“Are you okay?” She asked me.
I couldn’t answer her. The only thing I could look at her was her eyes. Her eyes were so beautiful, large and brown. They were perfect.
“Huh? What? Sorry.” I said, I knew I was blushing.
“Are you okay? You look cold.” She was kneeling down beside me, her eyes full of worry.
“Oh, I’m fine. I was just waiting for my roommates to get home. Though, I don’t think they’re home yet.” I explained, taking a glance down at my watch. ’1:48’.
“You live here?” The girl asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, I’m on the top floor.”
“Really? I live right below you!” She said, smiling.
God. This woman has a beautiful smile too.
“Really? I didn’t know we had anyone living below. I’m Mark.” I stood up and reached out a hand to help her up.
“I’m Mimi.” She said, taking my hand and shaking it. “Do you want to come upstairs until your roommates come home?”
I smiled. “Yeah, I would like that.”
She unlocked the door and we made our way up to her apartment. Walking in I took in her apartment. It definitely wasn’t as big as the loft, but it was homey. Perfect for only one person living there.
“This is a nice place.” I said.
“Thanks. Would like anything?”
“Nah. I’m good. Thanks though.”
“No problem. Go ahead and sit down. You’re probably going to be here a while.” She said laughing. I followed her and sat down on her bed.
“Thank you for putting up with me.” I smiled at her.
“It’s no problem at all.” She said, her heading turning to face mine.
That’s when our eyes met.
I reached my hand out to grab her face, slowly pulling her lips closer to mine.
She returned the kiss, her tongue making her way into my mouth.
I didn’t pull back. I didn’t want to. I deepened the kiss, Mimi allowing me too.
After was seemed life forever, Mimi finally pulled away, touching her lips.
“I’m going to go.” I quickly got up from and her bed and left. I sat outside the loft until Collins finally came home.
That was the last time I saw her.
Until now.