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Title: It had to be the Alcohol- The Morning After.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mimi/Maureen
Summary: The morning after Mimi and Maureen’s night at the club.
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
Notes:
Maureen woke up about one in the afternoon. Her headache from earlier was nearly gone. She lay still, her mind rather vividly reminding her what exactly happened last night. She remembered Mimi. Kissing and touching the dancer in ways that were just about forbidden or so she thought. After getting showered and dressed, a simple pair of jeans and tight tank top, she did something with her hair and make up then left her apartment, heading straight to Mimi’s apartment.
Standing in front of the door, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, raising her hand only to knock on the door a few times. She shifted from foot to foot, waiting.
Mimi, whom had been wide-awake for a while now had her mind revolving around what happened last night. She was stunned yet hated herself for it. “Coming.” She called out upon hearing the knock on the door. She walked over and pulled the door open, her gaze focusing on Maureen. “Oh, it’s you.” She said quietly, biting her lip.
The brunette heard the greeting and looked at her with a strange expression. “Oh, it’s me? Were you waiting on someone or is that how you’ve taken to saying hello?” She questioned, curiously, letting her hands rest on her hips.
“No, I wasn’t waiting on anyone.” Mimi stated, ignoring the rest of the question. “What do you want?” She asked with a rather interested look.
“We need to talk…” Maureen paused a bit, licking at the bottom of her lip, “About last night.” She continued.
Mimi’s face went solemn, staring at Maureen as if she had just spoken something dreadful. She turned around and began to walk back into the apartment. “There’s nothing to talk about.” She stated, going about whatever it was she was doing before.
The drama queen’s jaw dropped. “Nothing to talk about?!” She demanded, entering the loft, shutting the door behind her. “How can you just say there’s nothing to talk about?” She questioned.
“Because I said so!” Mimi snapped, turning to glare at her. “Nothing happened. Nothing will ever happen again.” She said, not even noticing that her breath had quickened, as Maureen got closer to her.
“How can you say nothing happened? If I remember correctly, you kissed me first.” Maureen reminded her.
“We were drunk, Maureen.” Mimi told her. “Like you even thought of it as more then just a fuck.” She added, acting rather cold to the drama queen.
Maureen’s gaze focused on her, folding her arms across her chest. “Well, you’re not really someone I would suspect to have their hand down the front of my pants.” She stated, her eyes never leaving Mimi’s.
“Whatever, it meant nothing. I think it would be best if you left now.” Mimi said, looking away from Maureen, unable to meet her green orbs at this moment. They practically burned right through her.
“Fine.” Maureen mumbled, turning away, heading towards the door.
Mimi looked at the brunette, watching her walk. She couldn’t fight the feeling that deep down she did want her. “Maureen… wait.” She said just as the door had opened.
“What?” Maureen mumbled, huffing slightly as if to show her annoyance now though she wasn’t sure if she had any reason to be annoyed.
The dancer walked up behind Maureen, letting her hands move up her back, feeling the brunette shudder under the touch. “Maybe it did mean something.” She whispered, laying her head against her back, her nose burring into the diva’s hair only to smell her conditioner. “We both had alcohol in our system.” She added, her hands moving to wrap around Maureen’s waist.
Maureen looked down, her hands going to rest on Mimi’s arms. “That’s true.” She said quietly, watching as one of Mimi’s hands traveled lower however; this time she stopped Mimi’s hand, turning around to face her. She crashed their lips together in a heated kiss, not bothering to say much else.
Mimi felt the kiss and responded too it without a second thought. She was stunned at this moment. One, because she had just been telling Maureen it meant nothing and two, well, she really liked this. She broke the kiss, panting, staring at her. “Maybe it did mean something.” She whispered.
“Maybe.” She stated, pulling her closer as she backed them to the couch, their lips once more crashing together. She hovered over the feline, pressing their bodies close. She was just happy this was happening when there was no alcohol involved.
-Fin.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mimi/Maureen
Summary: The morning after Mimi and Maureen’s night at the club.
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned. Belongs to Jonathan Larson
Notes:
Maureen woke up about one in the afternoon. Her headache from earlier was nearly gone. She lay still, her mind rather vividly reminding her what exactly happened last night. She remembered Mimi. Kissing and touching the dancer in ways that were just about forbidden or so she thought. After getting showered and dressed, a simple pair of jeans and tight tank top, she did something with her hair and make up then left her apartment, heading straight to Mimi’s apartment.
Standing in front of the door, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, raising her hand only to knock on the door a few times. She shifted from foot to foot, waiting.
Mimi, whom had been wide-awake for a while now had her mind revolving around what happened last night. She was stunned yet hated herself for it. “Coming.” She called out upon hearing the knock on the door. She walked over and pulled the door open, her gaze focusing on Maureen. “Oh, it’s you.” She said quietly, biting her lip.
The brunette heard the greeting and looked at her with a strange expression. “Oh, it’s me? Were you waiting on someone or is that how you’ve taken to saying hello?” She questioned, curiously, letting her hands rest on her hips.
“No, I wasn’t waiting on anyone.” Mimi stated, ignoring the rest of the question. “What do you want?” She asked with a rather interested look.
“We need to talk…” Maureen paused a bit, licking at the bottom of her lip, “About last night.” She continued.
Mimi’s face went solemn, staring at Maureen as if she had just spoken something dreadful. She turned around and began to walk back into the apartment. “There’s nothing to talk about.” She stated, going about whatever it was she was doing before.
The drama queen’s jaw dropped. “Nothing to talk about?!” She demanded, entering the loft, shutting the door behind her. “How can you just say there’s nothing to talk about?” She questioned.
“Because I said so!” Mimi snapped, turning to glare at her. “Nothing happened. Nothing will ever happen again.” She said, not even noticing that her breath had quickened, as Maureen got closer to her.
“How can you say nothing happened? If I remember correctly, you kissed me first.” Maureen reminded her.
“We were drunk, Maureen.” Mimi told her. “Like you even thought of it as more then just a fuck.” She added, acting rather cold to the drama queen.
Maureen’s gaze focused on her, folding her arms across her chest. “Well, you’re not really someone I would suspect to have their hand down the front of my pants.” She stated, her eyes never leaving Mimi’s.
“Whatever, it meant nothing. I think it would be best if you left now.” Mimi said, looking away from Maureen, unable to meet her green orbs at this moment. They practically burned right through her.
“Fine.” Maureen mumbled, turning away, heading towards the door.
Mimi looked at the brunette, watching her walk. She couldn’t fight the feeling that deep down she did want her. “Maureen… wait.” She said just as the door had opened.
“What?” Maureen mumbled, huffing slightly as if to show her annoyance now though she wasn’t sure if she had any reason to be annoyed.
The dancer walked up behind Maureen, letting her hands move up her back, feeling the brunette shudder under the touch. “Maybe it did mean something.” She whispered, laying her head against her back, her nose burring into the diva’s hair only to smell her conditioner. “We both had alcohol in our system.” She added, her hands moving to wrap around Maureen’s waist.
Maureen looked down, her hands going to rest on Mimi’s arms. “That’s true.” She said quietly, watching as one of Mimi’s hands traveled lower however; this time she stopped Mimi’s hand, turning around to face her. She crashed their lips together in a heated kiss, not bothering to say much else.
Mimi felt the kiss and responded too it without a second thought. She was stunned at this moment. One, because she had just been telling Maureen it meant nothing and two, well, she really liked this. She broke the kiss, panting, staring at her. “Maybe it did mean something.” She whispered.
“Maybe.” She stated, pulling her closer as she backed them to the couch, their lips once more crashing together. She hovered over the feline, pressing their bodies close. She was just happy this was happening when there was no alcohol involved.
-Fin.