A/N: Excuse me for...I guess you could call it blackmailing our lil Marky lately. But it's just so much fun!
Disclaimer: Don't own Rog or Marky. But oh the things I would do with them if I did...laughs cynically...notices readers are watching her with disgusted look, coughs and leaves the room
"Mark...what the hell are you doing..."
Mark turned around to look at Roger, who had a disapproving look on his face. Mark's face reddened.
"Well...you know, the loft is...kind of bare and grim. I thought these would help lighten the mood."
"But daisies, Mark?"
"Don't you agree? They lighten the mood, yes?"
"Where do you even find daisies in New York?"
Mark walked over to the sink and filled the vase with water. "Central Park."
"Is that legal?"
"Oh yeah, Rog, the entire police squad is going to be looking for the person who stole a few daisies from the park. Not the child molesters, not the cold blooded murderers but the daisy thief."
"You never know." Roger walked over to Mark, smiling and picked out a daisy from the vase. Never making contact with Mark's eyes, he tucked the small flower behind the filmmaker's ear.
"Hmm."
"What?"
"They do sort of bring out a bluish tint in your eye."
"Roger...my eyes are already blue."
"Well they make them blue...r."
"Is bluer even a wor-" Before Mark could finish, Roger put his lips to Marks, kissing him gently. Mark wrapped his arms around the taller musician, returning the kiss as the daisy fell backwards into the sink. Roger parted from Mark, leaned into the sink to grab the daisy and tucked it back behind his ear. He grinned.
"Maybe you should go flower picking more often, pansy."
"I am not a pansy!"
"So says the flower picker from Scarsdale."
"I'm sure a lot of people do it!"
"Name me one."
Mark couldn't think of any. Instead he left the loft and returned that night with tulips.
