April shifted so that her legs were folded beneath her, and moved to rest her head in one hand as she flipped through the pages of Mark's screenplay restlessly. She felt the weight of a familiar body sink into the couch cushions beside her, and assumed it was the filmmaker. "I'm really liking the part when Marguerite reminds Christian that he promised to wait for her, and Christian tells her that he couldn't wait forever." she commented softly, not taking her eyes off of the manuscript. "Mark hasn't let me read that one yet." Roger answered, laughing at the simple mistake. April's cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink, and she looked up, chewing on her bottom lip. "Oops.." she finally managed. "Sorry. I didn't know you'd come home yet." Roger raised an eyebrow, then wrinkled his nose. "That's okay. It's not like you ever notice me, anyway." he teased, sounding mock-hurt. "Oh, don't be so miserable!" April cried, reaching over to swat at Roger's shoulder playfully. He caught her wrist in his large hand, then brought it up to his mouth, kissing it gently. April was caught off-guard, but she didn't recoil, only gasped a little in surprise. Roger only thought of her as a friend! So, surely he was only doing this to get a reaction from her. Well, she wouldn't give him one, not if he had decided to tease her.
Turning away from him, she glanced back down at Mark's latest work, trying to focus her attention on the words. They blurred on the page, and she closed her eyes, swallowing hard as Roger trailed kisses up her bare arm. Using one arm to prop himself up, he then allowed his free arm to circle April's waist, as his mouth worked it's way across her shoulder. "W- what are you doing?" April whispered, eyes fluttering open in confusion. "Just seeing how far I can go.." Roger answered breathlessly, then returned his attention to her flawless skin. April moaned sadly, knowing that his answer was all too literal, but she tilted her head to allow him better access to her neck. Then, in a moment of weakness, she turned and caught his mouth in hers. Two could play at this game, April decided. Roger was startled, but he caught on quickly, cupping her face in both of his hands and attempting to deepen the kiss. When April felt Roger's tongue begging entrance into her mouth, she pulled away, then got up from the couch. Roger looked at her with his best pout, still unsure as to why she'd denied him what he most wanted.
"Roger," April scolded, one hand resting on her hip. "The only reason you're doing this is because you're lonely. It's not me, it's you. It's always you, always what you want. And, you know, it's unfair! It's unfair, and I'm.. why are you looking at me like that?" Roger licked his lips, before reaching out to snag April around the waist. She fell into his lap, and he growled, nipping at her bottom lip before declaring "God, you're yummy." April scoffed loudly, breaking free of Roger's arms and stepping away from him. "Stop it." she grumbled, but did not protest when he stood and moved towards her. There was another demand to "Stop it!," harder and angrier than the first, when Roger's hands fluttered down to rest on her hips. The last "Stop.." was a plea, desperate, because April knew that once Roger kissed her again, nothing else would matter, not for the rest of the night.
Turning away from him, she glanced back down at Mark's latest work, trying to focus her attention on the words. They blurred on the page, and she closed her eyes, swallowing hard as Roger trailed kisses up her bare arm. Using one arm to prop himself up, he then allowed his free arm to circle April's waist, as his mouth worked it's way across her shoulder. "W- what are you doing?" April whispered, eyes fluttering open in confusion. "Just seeing how far I can go.." Roger answered breathlessly, then returned his attention to her flawless skin. April moaned sadly, knowing that his answer was all too literal, but she tilted her head to allow him better access to her neck. Then, in a moment of weakness, she turned and caught his mouth in hers. Two could play at this game, April decided. Roger was startled, but he caught on quickly, cupping her face in both of his hands and attempting to deepen the kiss. When April felt Roger's tongue begging entrance into her mouth, she pulled away, then got up from the couch. Roger looked at her with his best pout, still unsure as to why she'd denied him what he most wanted.
"Roger," April scolded, one hand resting on her hip. "The only reason you're doing this is because you're lonely. It's not me, it's you. It's always you, always what you want. And, you know, it's unfair! It's unfair, and I'm.. why are you looking at me like that?" Roger licked his lips, before reaching out to snag April around the waist. She fell into his lap, and he growled, nipping at her bottom lip before declaring "God, you're yummy." April scoffed loudly, breaking free of Roger's arms and stepping away from him. "Stop it." she grumbled, but did not protest when he stood and moved towards her. There was another demand to "Stop it!," harder and angrier than the first, when Roger's hands fluttered down to rest on her hips. The last "Stop.." was a plea, desperate, because April knew that once Roger kissed her again, nothing else would matter, not for the rest of the night.