A little thing called love
A/N: I wrote this first chapter while listening to Light My Candle/Without You, so it might be a bit corny. This is my first RENT fic, so be nice! A fic about our favorite couple, Roger/Mimi
Disclaimer: I don't own Rent.
Mimi's POV
I can't believe I still feel nervous walking into his loft after living with him for three months. But I still get those slightly good feeling, slightly uncomfortable butterflies in my stomach every time I see him. Is that a good thing? I hope so…..
"Mimi?" I heard from the one voice I'd wanted to hear all day.
"Roger? You there?"
"Of course I am, silly," he said, pulling me into a kiss. Damn him, he was such a good kisser.
"Miss me?" I said.
"Always," he answered simply, kissing me again. I got that weird feeling again. I mean, I had kissed plenty of guys in my life before, but it never felt this good. God, I loved him way to much for my own good. Just as we were starting to make out on the couch, I heard a voice.
"Geez, guys, can you at least go into Roger's room if you're gonna do that? I mean, no one wants to see that! This isn't just your loft!" Mark ranted.
Roger and I just rolled our eyes simultaneously and went back to making out. Mark just sighed impatiently and huffed into his room.
A little while later, I asked Roger one of the most serious questions I'd ever asked him.
"Why is it that kissing you feels so much better than kissing every other guy I've ever kissed?"
"A little thing called love, baby, a little thing called love." he answered, kissing me on top of the head.