The Mission (fast)|Roger/Joanne! FINISHED

[joannejefferson]

Joanne followed Roger into the building. They were greeted by the new doorman/security guard Eric. He was generally a sweet man, but when confronted by what he considered a suspicious character he tended to be a little gruff. Given Roger's appearance, the rocker definitely rated suspicious on Eric's radar. Knowing ahead of time that nothing she would say would appease either Roger or Eric, she allowed the conversation to play out as it did.

Roger had no way of knowing that Eric greeted every stranger that came through the door with the same staring eyes and the comment about smoking in the lobby. There wasn't technically a rule about that, but Eric didn't like the smell of cigarette smoke so he tended to get a little antsy when it was around. She grinned slightly at Roger's response to him and struggled to avoid laughing when Eric finally walked away.

The elevator door opened and she stepped on, immediately pressing the button for the 15th floor. The building she lived in was a 20 story apartment building, and each floor held only one apartment. It was smaller on the inside than it looked from the ground, but with the exception of the elevator, and the stair access, each floor consisted of only one penthouse. Joanne, as it so happened, lived in Penthouse E. It had been a private joke of her father's, a play on her middle initial.

"That's Eric, the new night guard. Don't pay him any attention he's like that with everyone the first time he meets them. You should've seen his face when he met Maureen."

The elevator came to a stop quickly enough, and as the shining metal doors opened, she pulled the key from her pocket and opened the door to her apartment, smiling at the bronze E on the door.

"Welcome back to Penthouse Elise. Just crash on the couch and I'll grab the first aid kit." The apartment sprawled before them as she walked in, its carpets crisp and clean and the only signs that anyone had been there being the notebook she hadn't moved from the couch. The apartment stood in its usual state of super cleanness, the result of being inhabited by a perfectionist neat freak.

[ROGER DAVIS]

When Joanne mentioned Eric, the night guard, Roger rolled his eyes slightly. "Eric needs to live in the real world. If I treat regular NYPD cops like shit, I sure the hell am not going to bow down to him." Roger stated, and then smirked at Joanne's comment about Maureen. "Prolly was too busy pickin' his jaw off the floor and trying to figure out if he'd be able to get the stains out of his pants." Roger stated, though he pursed his lips as he looked over at Joanne. "...sorry."

As Roger turned, watching the elevator doors close, Roger smirked as he saw a short, black haired woman walk in front of the elevator. Her body was incredible, and Roger wondered if she was some sort of model. He watched as she gave him a slight smile, and then the elevator closed once more. The elevator ride was short, and soon they were on her penthouse floor.

When she pushed open the door, Roger was once again astounded by Joanne's penthouse apartment. "Y'know, I've been here half a dozen times, and it's just--" he felt his head give almost a little shake as his words failed him. When she told him to crash on the couch, Roger obeyed, settling down on the couch.

"Did I tell you that April was rich?" Roger asked to where she had dissappeared. "She wasn't rich, but her family was...they like, owned a store in California. I mean, I guess they weren't rich, but they weren't hurting, either. We used her family to get money for smack until I think they figured it out and stopped sending money."

[joannejefferson]

Joanne could only laugh at Roger's remark about Eric needing to live in the real world. It was true enough. The man did take his job a little too seriously, but most of the residents of the building appreciated his overzealous approach. It made them feel safe. Of course, majority of them didn't venture any further than the upper side of New York City. They were all to afraid to see what they considered its underbelly, the place that Joanne knew held life.

The somewhat contrite expression on Roger's face made her laugh even more. On a general consensus people saying sexual things about Maureen would make the green monster of jealousy come roaring out. Today, however, she was working very hard to not focus on things like that. Besides, this was Roger and he had a tendency to make lewd comments without really thinking. It was just a sign of him being relaxed, which given the night's events was an extremely good thing. So rather than glare at him, she smirked and offered a comment of her own.

"I'm sure he was considering the fact that we had our tongues down each others throats. Poor Eric couldn't look at me without getting a hard on for days." Unfortunately, her joking mood was interrupted by the sight of someone she didn't want to see on a good day. Roger leering at the beautiful woman certainly didn't help and she was a little tempted to punch him, but knowing that he was already in pain stopped her. The elevator doors slid shut to a very powerful glare.

Once inside the apartment, with Roger safely on her no longer brilliantly clean couch, Joanne disappeared back into the room that doubled as her office. Inside a box hidden in a drawer, she kept all of her first aid supplies. They were rarely used except when something clumsy occurred or things got a little too ... frisky. Bruises had been known to pop up on occasion, along with some slashes from too sharp nails... and well, that's not really something Joanne wanted to detail even in her mind.

Taking out the supplies she needed, and maybe a little extra, she walked back into the living room just as Roger finished speaking. She didn't comment on what he said, knowing that he was just trying to get it out and keep himself from getting too agitated. He looked so uncomfortable sitting on her couch as he stared around the apartment like a wide eyed child. It was a little amusing. With a chuckle, she walked over to him and lowered herself onto the soft plush carpet. Balancing on her knees with various items in her hands she looked up at him and grinned.

"Alright, loverboy, get that jacket and shirt off. I'm sure you're purple under there. By the way, the ass you were eying on the elevator belongs to Jill, the Calvin Kline model. She lives in Penthouse A, and is too bad for you, very lesbian." The smile faltered a bit as she thought of her. The two of them had never gotten along well.

[ROGER DAVIS]

"Hey, not gonna fault the guy." Roger stated with a slight shrug. "Seeing you two with your tongue down Maureen's throat with make me hard for days. So at least we know he's, you know...normal."

They entered the apartment, and Roger felt himself go silent, until she came back out with various items in hand to clean up his face and he was sure his chest as well. Arching an eyebrow as he watched her kneel down in front of him where he sat on the couch, Roger couldn't help but grin as she told him to take his jacket and shirt off. "You know, if I didn't know you as well as I do, this would go an entirely different way." However, when she spoke of the black-haired woman he had noticed as the elevator had closed. "A Calvin Kline model?" Roger asked, as if actually thinking about this. "I like models."

Roger moved, stripping his leather jacket, though he grimaced as he lifted his shirt above his head. A slight gasp escaped his lips as he felt a sharp pain from his ribs. "Fuck!" he whispered, though looked down at Joanne when she spoke of Jill being a lesbian. "...that's a damn shame." he told her honestly. "Though, it wouldn't have been the first time I slept with a lesbian."

Then, Roger realised that Joanne didn't know that he had slept with Maureen. Sure, it was long before Joanne and Maureen had ever met, but still, he hoped that she would pass it off. Something told him that there was a good possibility that she'd act the same as Mark. Or...worse.

"I uh...I had a three-way once with a girl and her best friend." he lied. Well, it wasn't exactly a lie, because he had a three-way at one point in his life, but he stayed silent for a moment, looking down and his bruised chest and stomach before looking at Joanne. He decided, as he always did, to cover it up with a crude joke.

"I really think this is just a cleaver plan to get me naked. You know, if you want to break your no-penis rule just once, I wouldn't have a problem with it. Y'know, just while you're down there."

[joannejefferson]

"Roger, honey, even abnormal people get turned on by what I do with Maureen." Call it cocky, but there it was. The control freak had to exert her power in some way, and truthfully, control wasn't the only thing Joanne knew how to get freaky about.

She sat the items in her hand around her on the floor, and opened up a rather odd looking container of a very special ointment. It was something she often used for bruises and gashes. Most things people used for those type of injuries only fixed the surface. This particular ointment she was about to paint Roger's skin with was a special order form overseas and it was for injuries that went a little deeper.

Joanne listened as he spoke, focused more on what she was doing that what he was saying. His chest was purple in places and some of the purple places were starting to turn green. The bruises were ugly, and with the way he'd winced just taking his shirt off, she didn't doubt that the muscles were a bit worse for wear. Things were going fairly smoothly until Roger said something that could have waited for another moment.

"Though, it wouldn't have been the first time I slept with a lesbian."

He tried to cover it up, to qualify it with a vague description. Why he thought it would work, she didn't know, but his attempt was admirable. She knew the moment he said it who he was talking about. She might have denied it, but Roger was a horrible liar. Well, okay, he wasn't a completely terrible liar, but Joanne was a lawyer for a reason. She could spot a lie miles away. It wasn't a complete surprise to her though. Roger wasn't exactly bad to look at, and even being completely not attracted to men, she could say that Roger was good looking. Maureen being Maureen had probably not been able to resist the idea. Few women could... even those that were about as straight as a round table was square.

Roger further attempted to cover it up with a crude joke, and she chuckled. So what if Maureen had slept with Roger? She'd slept with a lot of people. If she'd been able to befriend Mark, who just happened to be Maureen's ex, who was she to suddenly hate Roger? That would be so many levels of wrong. Thus, Joanne just smiled and started applying the ointment to his bruise covered abdomen, being very careful not to apply too much pressure. After anointing one rather large bruise with her delicate touch, she pulled out some gauze. Grinning in a somewhat menacing way, she leaned up and kissed his bruised skin softly, defiantly imagining that it was someone else beneath the very intimate touch. Then she sat back and looked up at him.

"This might hurt a little." She then proceeded to put the thick gauze on the bruise, and applied some tape to it. That required a bit of pressure on his skin that she figured would be quite painful. She held back a grimace, knowing that she was hurting him and not really wanting to. People in pain...Joanne generally had a problem with that.

"It was Mo, wasn't it?" Crazy, right? Asking for information that would piss her off on a good day, a day today happened to not be? Well, that was Joanne, the woman who wanted answers, no matter how painful it was. She kept going with her ministrations, and when she was done she stood up, actively ignoring the mess she'd made. Then, continuing with her strange behavior for the night, Joanne did something she would probably never admit to doing.

She kissed Roger full on the lips. It was quick, and soft, and tender, and she pulled away smiling.

"If I ever decide to break my no-penis rule, you will be the first to know."

[ROGER DAVIS]

Roger, honey, even abnormal people get turned on by what I do with Maureen.

Roger's mouth opened in mock shock. "Well, my word." Roger said, bringing a hand up to his mouth before he pulled it back. "Is that narcissism I hear in your voice? Heavens!"

When she settled her items down around her, almost like a doctor prepping for surgery, Roger watched as she opened a bottle. After she opened it, he picked up the bottle, glancing at the words that were in some sort of Asian language. "...wow, Maureen was right." he said offhandedly.

She started to bandage up his bruises, spreading the thick smelly liquid all along his buises. "Baby, what the hell's this supposed to do? I smell raw sewage." Roger commented, and watched as her head leaned in. He couldn't help his stomach as it arched slightly against her lips, a confused smile spreading across his face as his muscles twitched, slightly painfully at her attention, though the pain was being replaced by a shiver at every millisecond her lips were against his skin. "Change your mind, baby?"

When she pulled back, Roger felt himself pout slightly. "Oh." Roger said, disappointed slightly, though when she mentioned that it would hurt. "Y'wanna kiss it better again, baby?" Though when she pressed down hard, Roger felt a grimace cross his face. "I'd say this was going to fuck with my sex life, but Mimi's not exactly in the sexin' mood." he spoke of the bruises and bruised stomach.

It was almost strange, seeing this side of Joanne that he'd never seen before, but it was almost refreshing to say the least. To know that Joanne wasn't the hard-tight ass that the guys and he had thought she was when they had all first met her. Of course, they had seen small signs of it when the had been drinking and partying.

When Joanne asked the question he had hoped that she wouldn't asked, Roger felt himself pause. "Baby--" Roger started, and then felt himself sigh. "Look, I just--we were both drunk and horny and--things just happened."

However, when Joanne moved, kissing him on the lips, Roger's brows instantly narrowed in slight confusion before she pulled away, smiling. Arching an eyebrow slowly, a slight, barely there smile spread on his face. When she spoke, Roger felt his smile grow slightly wider. He brought a hand up, fingers moving under her chin slightly to lift her chin up.

"You're sweet."

Roger moved, leaning to press his lips against Joanne. The kiss was hardly anything romantic, because sure, at one point in his life Roger would have been willing to go at it with Joanne for a night. But he loved Mimi, and he knew Joanne knew that. Even through all the teasing, all of everything that they said and bounced back, he knew that Joanne knew that he loved no one but Mimi.

He also knew that the simple kiss said more thank-you thank any words could. He broke off, moving to lick his lips slightly as his hand dropped from her cheek. It was then that he realised, once again, no matter how bad things got, or how much he missed April, he realised that she was a fool. Though it hurt, though waking up every day could physically hurt in ways that he couldn't describe, it was made better by the people in his life. His friends.

[joannejefferson]

"Is that narcissism I hear in your voice?"

She laughed at his tone. This was one thing she was beginning to decide she liked about Roger. He could joke about anything at anytime. It was his way of keeping himself sane, even if it drove everyone around him crazy.

"No, its fact."

She noticed him looking at the labels of the ointment she was using, and smiled knowing he wouldn't understand a word of the Cantonese writing. She didn't even know what the bottle said. She just knew that it worked wonders. After all, did anyone ever see her bruises from the more... frisky things she did in the dark? Nope. Hell, her friend probably didn't even think she was capable of doing half of the things she did.

"She was right about what?" She questioned his half spoken thought. He questioned the purpose of her special cream, and given its really horrid scent she couldn't blame him. Chuckling softly, she just kept at what she was doing and answered him.

"It's really good for handcuff burns, if you must know. By morning, you won't have a bruise in sight... so your sex life isn't totally smashed."

Roger then attempted to explain the sex with Maureen, and Joanne just watched him, knowing that he was justifying. Roger was a big softie, she knew, and he was attempting in his own sweet way to keep her from blowing a gasket on him and Maureen. But what could she say about the past? What's done was done, right?

"I'm not upset about it, Roger." She said simply.

Then he kissed her, a soft sweet totally innocent peck on the lips and she felt the smile pull itself onto her face. It was nice to see this intimate side of Roger and to even let some of her soft side out. She knew what they all thought of her. She was Miss Hard Ass, Miss Break Your Balls With Ease. None of them knew this softer side of her, and with the exception of days like this one, they would probably never really get to know it.

"You can put your clothes back on now, Rockstar." The words were spoken like the Joanne from before this night, the Joanne that would probably never admit the thoughts she'd had or the things she'd done. That Joanne always came back to the surface, even if the woman within was an entirely different person.

She knelt back down and picked up all of the stuff she'd strewn on the floor, mentally making a note to thoroughly clean the entire apartment later on in the week. It would start haunting her nightmares if she didn't clean the place soon. Now, to anyone else, Joanne's apartment was probably the cleanest place you'd ever see, and made a hospital look like the most defiled environment ever. To Joanne, even the smallest speck demanded a mind boggling cleaning routine. Just imagine the terror of living with her... it's frightening really.

[ROGER DAVIS]

No, it's a fact."

"It's good to be confident." Roger agreed, though when Joanne asked what Maureen had said. He paused, lifting a shoulder in a slight shrug. "Oh, uh. Nothing. She just, you know, would rant about how you're like, insanely neat. Which I totally and utterly agree with her, by the way. I mean, April wasn't even this neat, even when she was hopped up on speed and decided that she needed to clean every inch of the Loft."

However, when Joanne continued, Roger's eyebrow raised slowly as he watched her with interest. "Oh god, please continue." Roger said with an almost eager smile, moving to prop up his chin with his palm. "Give me a situation that you've had to use this in. And don't leave out any detail. I've, you know, I gotta know what caused the wounds. Every sordid detail, please." Then again, Roger was sure that he'd be able to use the smelly stuff when the small rings from Mimi's handcuffs appeared around his wrists, or when her teeth-marks dotted his neck or shoulder or the inner part of his thigh.

However, what Joanne said next did shock him. She hadn't freaked out. She hadn't started hitting him with thigns or screamed at him like Mark had. She hadn't completely ignored him or burst into tears. "Anyone tell you you're completely zen, baby?" Roger asked honestly, moving to pat her cheek. "Teach Mark how to be so zen. He stopped talking to me for like, a day. It happened like, six years ago and he still got all ass-hurt." Roger replied honestly. "I mean, my own girlfriend at the time, god rest her soul, didn't even know. Though, I'm sure she was cheating on me, too, so I guess it doesn't really matter."

You can put your clothes back on now, Rockstar."

"Aw, see. Leavin' me all unsatisfied and shit." Roger teased, lifting his shirt painfully above his head, gritting his teeth before he settled it onto his body. "Yeah. Yeah, that's gonna make sex hard." Roger muttered, pulling his leather jacket on with another grimace.