Their bodies slid against eachother from both exertion and the heat of the night. Fluids meshed, pleasure mounted, screams of ecstacy echoed the thin walls. They both fell back against the mattress, breathless.
"That was... amazing," Mimi cast her arm across Roger's bare chest, fingers gently tracing the contours. "You... are amazing."
"How many was that?" Roger rested his lips on the top of her head.
"Three," Mimi smiled., pulling her body tighter against him. "I thought you didn't feel well."
"Yeah, well... you always seem to make me feel better. Must be a gift."
"Must be," Mimi laughed softly, basking in a soft glow. Roger loved the way her body glistened in the soft rising sunlight after they had just made love. It was perfection. "You're not in any kind of hurry tonight, are you? I mean... this morning, I mean..."
Roger planted a kiss squarely on her lips, kissing her deeply. "Shh," he said. "No talking."
She smiled, letting his tongue part her lips and swirl with her own. He always made her feel so amazing, almost electric. Mimi smiled softly as she pushed herself up just slightly. "Roger..."
"Yeah, baby," he slowly ran his fingers through her hair. His green eyes burned through her with a passionate fire.
"Nothing," she rested back down allowing him to tighten his arms around her. "I just don't ever want to move." She knew she would have to however. There was a Life Support meeting and work, but she tried not to think about it. For now, she simply wanted to enjoy her time with Roger.
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"Something smells amazing," Collins stretched, coming out of the bedroom. Truth was, something smelled burnt and extra crispy. Truth was, something smelled horrible. Something smelled like Angel was cooking. And that's what made it amazing.
"Don't lie, honey," Angel said softly. "You don't do it very well." She smiled as Collins came into view. Angel, despite the earliness of the morning was already made up to perfection. Short black wig, tiny green skirt with white checked tights. She walked the floor without shoes, approaching him and kissing him softly. "You were so tired." she said. "I didn't have the heart to wake you. I... made breakfast... kinda. It's supposed to be eggs and bacon but..."
"It's fantastic, baby," Collins sat down with her. "Thank you."
Angel ladled out the watery eggs and overly crisp bacon. Collins smiled and didn't once complain. He never did. "Are you going to Life Support today?" Collins nodded simply. "I'm going by Mimi's to see if she wants to come."
"She's been doing a lot better lately," Collins said, sucking back the eggs. "Life Support has been good to her."
"Rehab too," Angel smiled. She was so proud of Mimi. The young girl who Angel had grown so close to, years earlier when Angel was living in tent city and Mimi was doing anything (and anyone) she could to get by/ Back when Mimi ha just started seeing Benny. She had come a long way since then. "She's going to be just fine." Angel made a face. "This is really disgusting." She laughed. "Maybe we can get something out before the meeting."
"That's a good idea, baby." Collins said. "I'll call Mark, see if he and Roger want to come."
"And get dressed." Angel smiled.
"Right..." Collins said. "Dressed."
Angel scooted him with a giggle and began to clean up 'breakfast'.
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It was hot. Mark lay on the irregular full sized bed, blonde hair slicked back with sweat. The ringing phone caused Mark to groan and become semi-conscious as the answering machine clicked it's all too familiar 'SPEEAAK!'
"Mark, Roger, it's Collins. I know you guys are there somewhere. Pick up the phone. Amazing night last night. We wanted to know if you wanted to get breakfast. Look, we'll be at the Life if you're up for it. Later!"
The click of Collins hanging up made Mark cringe mare than the initial ringing of the phone. He moaned, rolling onto his stomach. He reached his arm out for his glasses, coming in contact with something soft and lightly sweat glistened. He placed his glasses on and allowed his eyes to come into focus on the body, the naked body, that slept beside him. Brown hair splayed across her back and face, a little more curl defined with the heat. He let his eyes move down her body and stop at the strategically placed star tattoo on her posterior.
Mark pushed his glasses up and rubbed his eyes. "Oh God..." he said "What the hell happened last night?"