Disclaimer: No, I don't own them.
April slept lightly, dozing in and out of slumber. Though her eyes remained closed, her lips curled into a smile at the sound of Roger entering the room. It was Wednesday. His favorite show was on on Wednesdays. It aired first at 8:00 and then replayed again at 11:30. April watched it with him the first time, but he liked to say up and watch it again. Mark thought it was obsessive, but April thought it was cute.
The bed shifted as Roger slid between the covers. His left hand fell into place on April's hip and his right arm slid under her and wrapped around her. He buried his unshaven face into April's neck and rubbed it against her.
April squirmed out of his grip, giggling. "Ow, that tickles."
Roger smiled. "Hello, beautiful."
April snuggled into Roger's chest. "How was your show? Was it better the second time?"
He laughed. "I want to show you something."
"What?"
"Get dressed," Roger rolled out of bed, grabbing the first pair of jeans he could find. April pulled on clean pants and her favorite hoodie. "Ready?" he was all smiles.
April nodded and Roger grabbed her hand. They covertly slinked out of the apartment and into the brisk New York night air. April shivered and Roger pulled her close.
They walked for ten minutes before April spoke. "Why are we walking around at 12:30?"
"Tired?"
"A little."
"I can give you a piggy back ride," Roger grinned.
April laughed.
"I'm serious," he squatted down awkwardly.
April slipped her skinny arms around Roger's neck and he pulled her legs up. They walked a few blocks this way, April dozing, her face buried in her boyfriend's shoulder. The night wind blew her long red-blonde hair into Roger's face.
"Wake up, sweetheart," Roger gently let her down.
"Are we there?" April rubbed her eyes.
"Almost," Roger took her hand and led her to an uphill path. "Just up the hill."
They followed a windy path up to a large clearing. Roger slipped his hand over April's eyes and led her forward. He stopped, and, still covering her eyes, sat her down.
He pulled his hand away. "Look."
April opened her eyes and gasped. She took in the sight that Roger had brought her to. They were on a large, grassy cliff overlooking the city. The bright city lights lit up the night sky. Stars gleamed as a faded pink shone on the horizon. "Oh, Roger! It's so romantic and beautiful." She leaned her against his shoulder.
"It is beautiful," Roger touched his cheek to her hair. "I've only seen one thing more beautiful."
"Oh the Grand Canyon?" April thought back to a family vacation to Arizona when she was fifteen. This was prettier than the Grand Canyon.
"No, silly," Roger stroked her chin. "You. I've never seen anything more beautiful than you." He kissed her softly at first, but increased the pressure. They sat on the hilltop all night, just staring at the city. April eventually fell asleep in Roger's arms. He just held her, rocking back and forth to the rhythm of April's steady breathing and the beating of her heart in unison with his.
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As the sun rose on the horizon, Roger carried a sleeping April down the hill. She woke half way home and wrapped her arms around his neck. They shook off the stares from the few pedestrians out at the early hour. It wasn't everyday that a grown man carried a grown woman down the street. They didn't care. Roger let April down as they reached the building. They headed upstairs to catch up on the sleep they missed on the most romantic night of their life.
(A/N: Sorry if it's too fluffly. I just like writing Roger like the sweetheart he is deep down sometimes)