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[idiotwithguitar]

When Mimi enters her room, she may notice that a few things have changed since she was here last. Things like... Roger's clothes are in the drawers. There is a guitar case leaning against the wall. Oh, and Roger's sitting on the bed, holding his guitar and carefully trying to play something, hoping that the pain in his hand will go away if he just

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[aveb_feline]

She notices.

It's hard not to.

Even after a long day of classes and work, she's not -that- tired.

Opening her door, she steps into the room, and then stops, surprised, when she sees him.

".....hi, baby. This is a nice surprise."

[aveb_feline]

"I'm so glad you want to be here." Mimi kisses him, softly. "-So- glad, baby."

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger grins and returns the kiss gently.

"Well. I want to be with you. So."

[aveb_feline]

Mimi slips her hands under his shirt, rubbing them lightly over his chest.

"And what do you want to do with me, now that you're here?"

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger does not answer her out loud. Just kisses her, hard, and turns slightly to pin her to the bed.

...That should be answer enough, really.

[aveb_feline]

It is. And not at all surprising.

Mimi spreads her legs, pulling him down between them, and kisses him back, equally hard, nipping on his lower lip and pulling off his shirt.

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger breaks the kiss momentarily so that he can pull off her shirt, and then kisses her again before licking the hollow of her throat, along her collarbone, biting down as his hands find her breasts.

[aveb_feline]

Mimi closes her eyes and tilts her head back with a low, husky moan, arching up into his touch.

Disposing of the very small panties she's wearing is quick and easy work.

[idiotwithguitar]

And very soon after that Roger's pants are kicked off.

Still kissing and biting her neck (which, while it doesn't melt her like it does him, has some very nice effects nevertheless), he moves one hand down to slide a finger into her, another finger flicking over her clit.

[aveb_feline]

Mimi whines and thrusts against his fingers, combing hers through his hair.

"...love you, Roger...love you more than anything...always love you..."

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger all but purrs, thrusting his fingers roughly into her and biting her neck again, sucking a little.

"I love you, Mimi," he murmurs against her skin. "You're beautiful..." Another bite. "And wonderful..." A twitch of his fingers. "And amazing."

[aveb_feline]

Mimi reaches down, wrapping her fingers around him, and squeezes.

"Want you, baby. Want this inside me."

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger draws a breath, and then smirks a little against her neck, withdrawing his hand.

"Yes ma'am," he whispers and immediately eases herself into her, nipping her throat as his hands move to wrap around her wrists and gently pin them to the bed.

[aveb_feline]

There's no condom this time. Nothing between them, nothing but Roger's skin against hers, inside her.

She knows it's dangerous...but it's Roger, and she doesn't care.

Mimi lets him pin her down, cants her hips to let more of him inside her, squeezes around him, explores his body with her hands.

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger thrusts into her steadily, still kissing, licking, nipping. He ducks his head a little to take her nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.

[aveb_feline]

Mimi cries out, arching against him, her nails digging sharply into his shoulders.

Scratch marks will be left behind.

She's murmuring incoherently, his name mixed with a steady stream of endearments, whining quietly and breathing hard.

It's a shame he can't see what he does to her.