Morning Sun (Roger/Mimi!)

[ROGER DAVIS]

The night before was a complete blur. The cause for celebration wasn't it's usual 'we're bored so let's get smashed' party that they'd have at the Life Cafe, it was a legitimate reason to celebrate. Joanne had landed a deal that had gained her firm more than a million dollars, and while she had suggested that all of them get dressed up and go out to eat at some fancy resturant downtown, Roger had scoffed at the idea.

"Can you imagine?" he had asked when Joanne had suggested the fancy place to dine. "Us at a fancy place? We'd get kicked out on looks alone. And once we all start drinking that fancy, thousand-dollar-a-bottle champagne? All those rich fuckers will call the cops on us in an instant."

No, Roger had suggested, this was a call for real celebration at a place that welcomed happiness; the Life Cafe. Once done at the Life Cafe, they had managed to go to the Around the Clock cafe to catch a drag queen's show, and then came back to the Loft to continue the celebration. He had no clue how much he had drank, but in the end, the last thing he remembered is stumbling and tripping over clothes that had been dropped and shed in a trail towards their bedroom.

He shifted on the bed, groaning slightly before he managed to de-tangled himself from Mimi's body to stand up. He moved to the bathroom, peeing and then moving back to the bedroom. Tiredly, he moved, crawling back into his bed. Her back was bare, and he moved, pressing his lips against her back. He still felt the alcohol swimming through his brain, and as he shifted, he felt muscles he didn't know could ache yell out in pain as he shifted.

HE wasn't sure if she was awake or not, but he felt her shift against his lips on her back. After a few moments, he sighed out, laying next to her once more as he watched her sleep. He saw her shift, open her eyes, and he smiled slightly. If he had to say any look of Mimi was his favourite, it probably would have had to been when she first opened her eyes. There was something so beautiful about that moment where he knew fog was in her eyes, that she was just...so naturally beautiful.

"Hi."

[mimis24]

Mimi was glad of Roger’s idea of the Life Café she would look like a booty call if she were up in the rich part of town. Mimi didn’t scoff at Joanne’s idea but she hadn’t exactly shown support for it either. Mimi had been running on coffee and cigarettes for most of the morning, and hadn’t actually had allot to eat otherwise. She had gotten her AZT down with a swig of orange juice and half a pop tart but that was it as far as food had gone. She was perfectly content laying on the couch with Roger otherwise that day. But she knew how to fake being 100% when the life café came up. She could fake it and she knew that the food and people would help her remember why she was getting sober. Even though Roger was a huge part of it, her friends that surrounded her were too. Mimi struggled though and the cravings were going to kill her she was sure of it.

After the Life Café and a few drinks there they’d moved to Around the Clock and caught a drag queen show. Mimi had been glad when she and Roger decided to continue the party at the loft, both of them drunk stumbling over themselves, each other and the clothes they were shedding between the door and the bedroom they shared. Mimi fell asleep satisfied and spent a tangle of limbs with Roger her stomach on the bed, her head somehow on his chest and comfortably resting there.

Mimi felt Roger move on the bed but made no motion to move or open her eyes. She could feel the dull ache of what would become a full blown hangover when she opened her eyes. She had managed to avoid drugs while she was out. Mimi knew after hers and Roger’s after after party activities that he would be sore and that she would ache some. She felt the familiar lips of Roger’s kiss her bare back. Mimi arched just slightly to feel more pressure from his lips on her and his warmth she was cold when he left the bed. Shifting to face roger she opened her eyes sleepily and looked at Roger giving him a smile.

”Hi yourself” said Mimi

Her head was still resting on the pillow, she could feel the need to smoke building up in her not as much as she needed heroin at times. She looked and then shifts herself nuzzling closer to him because she was cold. And the lack of clothing wasn’t helping that but she couldn’t say she was ready to get up, put on clothes and leave the warm pocket in the bed she had made against Roger’s chest.

[ROGER DAVIS]

She moved, curling against his chest and he felt his eyes close as her cheek pressed against his bare chest. He managed to reach over to the nightstand as he felt the harsh, dull ache start in the back of his head. A small tin held a few joints that Collins had rolled him. He lifted the joint to his lips, lighting it and taking a deep drag in. He held it for a few moments before blowing it out in a thin line.

"I don't remember much of last night, how about you?" he asked, holding the joint to her. However, the more he thought about it, the more he remembered. It had gotten better as the weeks had gone on; he remembered the first night they had been home from the hospital had been strange, walking on eggshells around each other until he had made the first move, pressing his lips lightly against hers.

A hand moved through her knotted hair, and he felt himself shift lightly. "You really worked me over last night, baby, y'know that?" he asked with a slight chuckle. "I think all of Alphabet City heard us." The smirk grew slighter, and he let out a light sigh as he stretched his legs.

"I think that was our best yet since..." Since before he had left. Since before everything had happened. Pursing his lips slightly, he took a breath in before letting it out.

"Our best yet."

[mimis24]

Mimi stretched out her limbs as gracefully as the hung over dancer could really. Her head still on his bare chest because it was her favorite place to curl up on him, her head on his chest, his arm wrapped around her back, offering her cover if Mark would happen to walk in but giving Roger whatever view he’d want. Mimi didn’t exactly appreciate the first few times they’d curled up like this and Mark had gotten more of a view then she wanted him too. Mimi had quickly devised a way to keep her personal assets out of view of Mark while letting Roger enjoy them. Mimi was very much comfortable just pressed against Roger though nothing between them. Mimi felt the ache of her hangover hitting her hard though making her wish she could go back to sleep and sleep it off for the rest of the day.

”I remember getting on stage with a drag queen and Maureen” said Mimi

Mimi didn’t remember allot of the night either a lot of her night she knew was spent getting Roger worked up and horny so that they would have sex after they got back but beyond that she didn’t know for sure. Her muscles didn’t ache like she had been dancing all night so all in all it was pretty successful. Mimi took the joint that Roger offered her and took a long drag off of it letting it seep into her lungs and help dull the headache she was suffering. Blowing out the smoke in a more rounded way relaxing even more into Roger’s chest, Mimi was starting to feel somewhat better.

Mimi remembered the days in the hospital with her trying to get better. Which she did it just took longer than she wanted. Mimi had gotten bored and somehow Roger managed to get her through it. When she got home things got awkward no one wanted to say what was wrong but no one wanted to admit anything was wrong. They just walked on egg shells and spoke with each other carefully. Roger had finally made the first move to breaking the eggshell walk and kissed her which she had pulled into a much more forceful kiss.

“That was the goal guapo” said Mimi semi purring at the feeling of Roger’s hand in her hair.

Ok so the noise she made wasn’t a true purr she knew that but she made it quite often when Roger was running his hands through the tangled mess called her hair. Mimi loved the sound of Roger’s chuckle it was a sound that resonated in his chest with a nice almost musical tone to it. Mimi chuckled herself at the second thing he said giving him one of her big grins.

“That was my other goal guapo” said Mimi

Mimi shifted her legs in a way that sometimes made people get a little grossed out by it because she was working on cracking her knees ankles and toes all in one simple, overly flexible dancer position. Mimi smiled at the next thing out of his mouth even if it wasn’t a complete thought right away. She loved the look on his face when he was thinking his lips pursed in a way she was pretty sure he had no idea that he did and he’d suck in a huge breath of air or a joint before letting it out. Mimi also tended to notice how he’d run his hands through his hair when he couldn’t think of a word. Or the confused look he’d get when they would fight and she’d switch from English to Spanish and back again seamlessly like she hadn’t even switched languages.

“It definitely was our mejor ronda de sexo todavía” said Mimi with a satisfied smirk

((ooc: mejor ronda de sexo todavía = best round of sex yet, guapo = handsome))

[ROGER DAVIS]

I remember getting on stage with a drag queen and Maureen.

"That was pretty hot." Hell, even the drag queen had been hot, mainly because she looked more like a woman than some women did. "I remember you giving a drag queen a lap dance. And then Maureen a lap dance. I think I drank so much after that I don't remember much."

Her purr hit his ears, making his eyes roll shut. The Spanish rolled off her tongue in that perfect way that could easily and always turn him on. "I don't know what you just called me but it was sexy." Roger replied lowly, taking another deep drag from the joint. She shifted against him, and he shifted slightly, sliding his leg between hers.

He had picked up a few Spanish words, mainly what Mimi groaned in his ear during sex or what Angel and Mimi used to talk about, plus little words here and there, but he could never have a full on conversation in her language.

It definitely was our mejor ronda de sexo todavia.

"Ronda de sexo todavia." Roger repeated, completely butchering the words with a slight smile. He moved, setting the joint down onto the ashtray before sighing out, moving to grab onto her shoulders before pulling her up to his eyeline. For a second, he simply watched her, taking in every inch of her face from every single strand of her hair, to the dark chocolate brown eyes, to the curve of her dark red lips. His eyes settled there for a moment before he spoke.

"You look...really beautiful, baby." he said in almost a whisper, moving to press his fingers against her lips. "I know I told you that a lot last night...because you really did." Roger said with a small smile. "Then again, you always look beautiful on top of me, and I'm sure you know that. But...I think I like you the best, this way. Just this way."

[mimis24]

Mimi laughed slightly a full hearted laugh this time when Roger said that was pretty hot. Mimi was never one to be afraid of what she wanted to do. She was always out there and the stage had never gave Mimi anxiety. She was a passionate girl who had loved the spot light, not as much as Maureen did but pretty close.

”They asked for me to give them a lap dance what was I supposed to do I was drunk” said Mimi with a laugh ”And anyway guapo, I’d much rather end my night in bed with you than anywhere else”

Mimi knew the reaction that she could get out of Roger just by being around him. She also knew that Spanish even though he did not speak it fluently or even remotely well most of the time was a turn on for him. Mimi laughed at Roger’s comment before purring slightly again at the feeling of Rogers leg pressing in between hers. It was an amazing feeling that brought that feeling deep in the pit of her stomach and radiated warmth throughout her body causing every nerve ending in her body to flare up with an aroused heat. Mimi had sex before Roger but never once did it cause earth shattering orgasms like it did with him or make her feel like if he let go of her she was going to fall off of the end of the earth.

”Guapo means Handsome” said Mimi pressing herself against his leg more

Mimi was one who would transition between Spanish and English but most of the time with Roger she stayed mostly in English unless she was pissed at him or he was ravaging her with sex and then her mind went straight to Spanish. Mimi spoke Spanish with Angel too the two of them huddling together and giggling like little girls talking about their men. Mimi would sometimes let a Spanish word slip here or there but most of the time in bed with Roger she did it on purpose to turn him on and get him horny enough to demand an action from her.

Mimi almost laughed when he butchered what she said but instead opted for leaving a love bite on his chest. She felt Roger move his leg in between her legs making ever movement of his extra stimulating for her. Not that she really needed much from him to get her going. She was an easy target for Roger to get worked up.

”Mejor ronda de sexo todavia” said Mimi slowly with enough enunciation that Roger could easily follow what she said.

Mimi loved Rogers smiles they were warm and inviting, always joking even when there was no joke there always seemed to be one on the edges of his smiles. Mimi let Roger pull on her sitting up how he wanted her, her legs still straddling his leg, her hair still in a mess about her shoulders and back. She let Roger look at her, admire her. Mimi felt his finger press against her lips and she kissed his finger gently before moving his hand to her face kissing the palm of his hand gently.

”You were pretty handsome yourself guapo” said Mimi against the palm of his hand

Mimi smiled at what Roger said, she had people call her beautiful on a pretty nightly basis but very rarely did any of them mean it. And they never meant it like Roger did who would caress and massage and just enjoy. Sometimes gentle other times rough but always lovingly. Leaning forward Mimi presses her lips against him gently and lovingly

”I love you Roger” said Mimi

[ROGER DAVIS]

Mejor

"Mejor."

Ronda

"Ronda, Uh, huh. I know the next part is sex." Roger said with a slight nod, though as she sat up against his leg, kissing his palm, he let his head lean back against the pillow, watching her. She leaned forward, lips pressing against his, and her hair fell down to the sides of his face, completely surrounding him with her. Her smell, everything about her, he didn't want to be away from it. When he had been in Sante Fe, in the dark, lonely hotel room, it had been thing that kept him sane, even when it was driving him inside. She had been the figure he thought he saw standing in the outline to the bathroom door, leaning up against the door jam. It was the presence he thought he felt in bed when he woke up with a start. It was the pillow he always woke up holding just like he had held her.

He hadn't told her about much of it because he hadn't wanted her to worry or blame herself. He hadn't brought it up because he didn't want to admit that he had ran again.

I love you, Roger.

Her lips were inches from his and for a second, he could feel her hot breath on his lips, until he heard the words. Three little words. They were so easy and yet, so hard. They had once came so easily for a red-headed girl who took the words and the heart attached to them and sewed it inside of her chest. She had taken everything that Roger was and kept it for herself. She had also taken everything when she had died. And yet, he knew April had managed to leave something there, because he did feel love for Mimi. But he also felt fear. Confusion. Frustration. Worry. When Mimi had been unconscious, it had been so easy for I love you's to spill from the Rocker's lips, because it had been so easy when April had died. It was automatic to say that you loved someone after they were gone. But as days passed, he found himself fearful again to say that he loved her. To let her in. Let her in completely.

He had said he loved April and yet, he had nothing to show for his love except scars, both mental and physical. Scars and heartache and bad bloodcells. He had all of that, but no love left. He had given her endless amounts of love that he wished he had kept some for himself to give to others, or to simply keep to love himself.

"You know why I don't say it all the time, right?" Roger asked after a moment, a sigh escaping his lips. "You know why and...and even though I don't say it all the time or if I only say it when we're fucking...I still mean it. You know that, right?"

[mimis24]

Mimi listened to Roger repeat her words, with much better pronunciation but really horrible accent. He wouldn’t ever fully pick up the language and she was ok with that. Mimi knew if he ever did that and her family found her he’d need to know it to speak to them and she’d just rather he never spoke with her family ever. Her family was a mess to say the least so being in love with Roger, finding stability with him was important even if she was afraid to tell him that she was struggling. Mimi would never intentionally frustrate Roger and she knew that he loved her and that it would take time for him to say it. It would take time for both of them to open up and let old scars come forward and finally let some of them heal. Mimi still didn’t tell Roger how close she had come to being molested by her step father. She didn’t want to be afraid of having sex ever again now that she had Roger in her life.

Mimi never understood how three words, eight letters could mean so much and mean nothing at the same time. She knew with Roger he meant them, she had sometimes been awake when he thought she was sleeping and he’d whisper I love you. It was just a matter on getting him to say it too her awake. But she could wait for him she’d wait until either one or the other was dead. Because Mimi didn’t believe in heaven or hell. She didn’t believe in anything anymore despite being raised catholic religion went out the window the day she had been found naked with her step father by her brother Pedro. Mimi could never tell Roger that she could never go to Santa Fe with him. She knew he that he had gone there when he left and somehow she felt that some part of her innocence had been left in that city.

”I understand Roger, it’s alright” replied Mimi soothing his nervousness

Mimi couldn’t soothe what she lost, she knew with enough time she could rebuild Rogers heart. Let him love himself, love her, his friends his family and all of that. Roger couldn’t replace what Mimi had lost years ago, at the tender age of eleven Mimi had started to lose her innocence. Roger didn’t know about the pictures her step father took of her. Or what he almost did to her. She didn’t ever want him to know that she had been through that either.

[ROGER DAVIS]

I understand, Roger. It's alright.

He wanted to believe that she understood. He wanted to just drop it, but he had at least tried to make a promise to her to be better. To not hide from her. To not lie and hold things in. Relationships were about being open, he had told her, and he was going to try to be more open. "You don't. I desperately wish you did."

Realising his words could be taken the wrong way, Roger sighed out, laying back against the bed. There was a small fray on her underwear's band, and his fingers played with it to focus on anything but looking at her. "I never told you what happened...because I still don't want to believe it." Roger told her honestly, though he still couldn't find the strength to look at her. "I still don't want to believe that she's dead. I want to believe she just left me because if she left me, she'd still be alive." he admitted, and then took a breath in. "I don't know how much you've heard from Mark or Thomas or even Angel...but I wasn't exactly...I didn't tell you the whole story."

He swallowed, and turned his eyes up towards the ceiling. "I don't say I love you because...I told April I loved her so many times. It almost became the fact that when I walked out of the room, I'd kiss her and tell her I loved her. I gave her so much of me and I don't know where I ended and she began. I pushed so much of myself into her that I watched myself, in a very short span of time, become her. Become her and we existed in this one entity. One heart. World. Everything." He finally looked down from the ceiling, back to the string on her underwear.

"And in a second...she killed me when she killed herself. And the same thing happened to you when I saw you, I thought...I honestly thought that if you died I'd die. My life was over when I saw you close your eyes because I was done. I was done being broken and tired of being a shell. And even though I'm smiling and happy sometimes I still feel that way, because I don't want to get hurt again. I can't do it again."

He felt a sigh escape his lips, and he realised what he had said. Everything that he had said and he almost felt foolish saying it. Foolish saying that his former girlfriend meant more to him than life itself, and he brought a hand up, rubbing at his face.

"I'm just--I'm just hung over, I don't know what I'm saying. Don't listen to me." he told her, reaching over to grab the joint from the ashtray. He took a deep drag in and closed his eyes.

"Let's just forget I said anything and just have sex? I really want you."

Right, so much for being open, his mind taunted him. While any time was the right time for sex with Roger, he knew he was deflecting from the issue at hand.

[mimis24]

Mimi rested where she was on Roger’s leg watching the disbelief in his eyes and the effort he was putting into trying to believe what she was saying. Mimi was allot of things but she wasn’t dumb she knew that she didn’t understand everything she was working on being supportive to Roger. Mimi heard his words and her fragile psyche was hurt by what he said but she played the brave front the same front that she put up for her mom’s boyfriend when he was trying to molest her. She could pretend that she wasn’t scared she could even convince herself she wasn’t scared but she couldn’t convince herself that it didn’t hurt a little. But she could convince Roger that she didn’t hurt at all from what he said.

Mimi decided against getting mad and leaned forward just enough to get her fingers into Roger’s hair playing with his hair in a soothing manner as he spoke about April. Mimi had heard that it was a suicide from Angel who had heard it from Collins and Mimi never asked into it after that. It clearly wasn’t her business not yet anyway not until Roger wanted her to know about it. Mimi could see Roger avoiding eye contact with her which kind of hurt more than his words did. When she heard that second part she finally put her hands on his face and got him her gaze to his eyes.

“Look at me” said Mimi ₁” Mírame”

Mimi was going to make him understand her one way or another. She repeated what she said in Spanish with a little more force to her tone. A little more desperation, more emotion, she wasn’t going to let him think that way. Why would she let him think that way. Mimi knew that she had a way of throwing more emotion into her Spanish than she did her English because there was much more passion to it. Mimi hands stayed on Roger’s cheeks to keep his focus on her.

“I am not going anywhere, I am not going to leave you, I am not ready to give up on life yet Roger” said Mimi “and I am not giving up on you”

Mimi wasn’t ready to die yet, she wasn’t even ready to be just another statistic of a teen who died in New York. Her goal was to live to see thirty and have little Spanish-American babies with someone hopefully Roger. But she knew that was risky because of both of them being HIV positive and the chances of any baby she’d have getting it from her or both of them. Mimi kept herself close to Roger. Finally taking a breath and speaking to Roger in passionate Spanish.

“Yo no voy a ninguna parte, yo no voy a dejar, yo no estoy dispuesto a renunciar a la vida, sin embargo, así que deja de hablarme así que he dado hasta que ya no tengo y yo no quiero que renunciar a no me doy por vencido conmigo. Yo no he renunciado a que no te atrevas a dar para arriba en mí” said Mimi ₂

Not that Roger understood a single word coming out of her mouth because she was speaking in that quick Spanish, like she did everytime she got a little frustrated with him. Mimi always went into Spanish when she was frustrated with Roger or if he was going to make her frustrated. Deep brown eyes looked at Roger clearly semi hurt by his words because he was acting like she was April like she was going to die or kill herself. Mimi wasn’t April though she had a fiery passion for life and no one could stop her from that. Mimi loved Roger she just hoped someday it would be returned to her.

((ooc: 1= look at me 2= I am not going anywhere, I am not going to leave you, I am not ready to give up on life yet, so stop talking to me like I have given up already I haven't and I dont' want you to give up on me don't give up on me. I haven't given up on you don't you dare give up on me))

[ROGER DAVIS]

Her hands were on his face and he tried to look away, because eyes, eyes were always windows to what people were thinking and feeling. They were always windows even when he tried to close the shutters, and he muttered out a don't before she forced him to look at her.

I am not going anywhere. I am not going to leave you. I am not ready to give up on life yet, Roger, and I'm not giving up on you.[/b]"

He felt his eyes close, clench shut tightly and for a brief second, he wished and hoped that she was right. He wanted to tell her that he wanted to believe her, but the last person that had said that was dead. Hell, she had even been dead for what Roger knew was at least a minute. However the Spanish coming from Mimi's lips made no sense to him at all, but surprisingly, made perfect sense. He couldn't understand a single word, but the sound behind it he understood very well. He opened his eyes to look at her.

He lifted his head up lightly, pressing his lips against hers and for a second, he wished he could take everything back. Take the last year back and change it. Be a better person. A nicer person. Not blow up as much as he did or run away like he always managed to do. "I'm sorry." he said finally against her lips. "I'm sorry, okay? I just--I'm just sorry."

He didn't want her to be mad because he didn't want to have a fight. Not this morning where everything that been as perfect as it could have been. He wanted to go back to that perfectness, that stillness.

"Let's go out for breakfast? Just you and me." he told her after a moment. "Or we can bring something back? Have breakfast in bed?"

[mimis24]

Mimi wasn’t mad but she was hurt, she felt like Roger had given up on her. Like he could see what she didn’t want him to see, that he was tormenting her with knowledge he couldn’t possibly know because she hadn’t told him about it. Mimi let her long hair hang over her face as she looked down trying to suppress the urge to cry into his shoulder. Suppress the emotions that made her feel so vulnerable and weak somewhere deep within herself. To let all of that just go and tell him everything at the same time, to give up whatever was holding her back and let him have her completely. Thinking about her past made her cravings for drugs come back full force and she was trying to stay clean for Roger but she was floundering if he knew it or not.

Mimi felt Rogers lips against hers and somehow all that fear was gone again. All the suppressed emotions and fear were gone. She had let herself be ok for a minute. Mimi listened to him murmuring apologies against her lips. He’d misunderstood her words but she knew he understood her tone. That hurt one that she sometimes adopted when she was scared or upset. That tone that let him know she was feeling abandoned or lost. Even one that made her sound scared. But she wasn’t mad at the moment. Her hair was over her shoulders covering her breasts which were otherwise bare at the moment because she’d been too worn out to find a shirt of Rogers to sleep in. And they’d had been too lazy to want to find something to sleep in.

”It’s ok Roger” said Mimi a second time

Mimi was good at faking that it was ok that everything would work out for them. She hoped it would but she knew eventually her past was going to have to come up just as much as his. She knew that everything would boil over eventually. And when it did she knew something would happen and she’d be in some trouble but she didn’t want to tell Roger that yet. He could wait for a while still. She didn’t need him to know what her mothers boyfriend had tried to do to her.

”Lets bring something back” said Mimi knowing at least if they were in bed with each other they could stay cuddled up without looking like they were freaks.

[ROGER DAVIS]

One of the main differences in the relationships Roger had between April and Mimi were the fact that with April, their fights had almost been violent, screaming and yelling at each other. Using petty points to hit home. With Mimi, the fights were emotional. Twisting and turning inside each other's brains, using emotions against each other instead of words.

It made things harder, because Roger could fight forever. He could bring up petty, little tiny things that he could make like a needle or a timebomb waiting to explode but with Mimi...of course, he knew how wound and he knew how to hurt but in the end...he ended up hurting himself. Sure, he had felt actual pain when he had fought with April, but this was worse.

He moved, pressing a kiss to her forehead before sighing out. "I wonder if it's still as cold as it was last night outside." he asked, though he wasn't exactly cold in the Loft. He was sure that Benny hadn't suddenlly had a change of heart and turned the heat on, so it must not have been bone-chilling cold.

However, the fact that she was still on top of him and he was very comfortable in bed made him really unable, or unwilling to get up. Her hair had grown longer than it had been when they had first met, sliding down to her hips and, at the moment, covering her breasts. His fingers traveled down her thin stomach, tracing where her hipbones jutted out. "It'll take me a few minutes to get up. I'm comfortable and you're on me." he told her with a slight smile, pressing his fingers against her sharp hipbones.

"I'm glad we're back together, baby. 'Cause I really missed you."

[mimis24]

Mimi was used to emotional battles, she’d been fighting them her whole life. She knew exactly how to twist and turn when she was mad enough at Roger to make him upset. But she also knew that he was the only one who could get her riled up and then put her down in the same conversation. Not that she and Roger didn’t do their fair share of yelling and screaming at each other. Mimi had been in full on yell at each other, tell Roger she hates him and that she never wanted to see him again. Most of those occurred when Mimi needed a hit so bad that the only thing she was in the mood for was drugs. But she was fighting it she was trying and so far she had been doing ok. She had given in twice now and bought drugs but she didn’t take them they were still hidden away at the Cat Scratch Club where Roger wouldn’t be able to find them. Mimi didn’t want to take them she really didn’t but she knew she was such an addict that chances were she would take them.

The thing she liked about Roger when she was screaming at him that she hated him, he’d be holding her and soothing her knowing exactly what she was going through. Mimi would eventually calm down or break down into sobs when he was doing that. But he knew that it was just the fight to stay sober and that she was struggling. Mimi felt Roger’s lips touch her forehead gently. And then his question about what the temperature was outside. Mimi had no idea but her shoulders were freezing at the moment and she wanted to lay down on Roger and have him warm her up with his arms.

”I have no idea but my shoulders are freezing” said Mimi

Mimi knew that the front half of her was only warm because she was still close enough to Roger that the heat from between the two of them was warming her but she was frozen otherwise. Mimi let Roger’s hands slide down her skinny stomach and to her jutting hip bones. Mimi was definitely not anywhere near being the weight that was ideal for her height. Some of it was the dancing which caused her to keep her weight down, some of it was the HIV and a side effect of the AZT, and some of it was the fact that she had been a heroin addict and for her food didn’t really hold the luster that it should. Mimi lowered herself down so she was lying on her stomach on top of Roger’s stomach. She felt safe there and that was a big thing for her even if he didn’t know it was.

”I’m pretty comfy right here” said Mimi ”I’m glad we’re back together too”

[ROGER DAVIS]

She spread down on top of him, spreading out her arms and legs and the slight weight was comforting. He moved, sliding his hands up against her upper arm to her shoulders. "You're shoulders are freezing because you decided to sleep naked." However, he had done the same thing. They had lost themselves in the tangle of each other, and didn't even have a care to get clothes on. He lifted his head up slightly, pressing his lips against the top of her head. "I missed you." he told her, tracing his fingers across her bare back. "Every woman I saw looked like you."

There had been a woman, one that had slid up to him in the bar that had brown hair and brown eyes, and as he had been drunk, she had looked exactly like Mimi. But as he kissed her, he realised that it hadn't been Mimi. He had gone back to the hotel room that he had been and cried, cried because he had physically ached for her. Two weeks later, he had came back to New York, only to find her near death. The realisation had hurt him, nearly killed him and he swallowed at the memory. "I kept seeing you in my room." he admitted honestly.

"It was a little strange. I'd be half asleep and I'd see your outline in the doorway to the bathroom and for a second...I'd be so happy that you were there. Sometimes, I'd be half asleep and I'd thought I felt you touch me and for a second...it was almost like nothing had happened. And that made me more happy that I had ever been since I got there. For that one second...I was happy."