AN: This is one of the reasons why I hate the rating system for this site. This story is, for the most part, is K-Plus, but there are some moments that might call for a T rating. If there was a rating between K-Plus and T, this story would fall under it. However, I'm going to say it's K-Plus, and just warn people beforehand if a chapter contains possible T-material. (I hope I made the right choice.)
I'll start here, for example: The beginning of this chapter has our favorite musician and dancer get a little frisky. So enjoy yourselves.

(PS: I tried to make a plus sign instead of writing out the word, but this weird page won't let me.)

It was a very hot day in the Loft. Roger was sprawled out on the beaten sofa, testing out new cords on his fender, the fluid notes filling the room. He was so absorbed in his work, he didn't notice Mimi had came out of their room until she had came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck, placing kisses on his cheek. Roger's face broke into an instant smile.

"Hey, baby," he grinned, moving his head to catch Mimi's lips with his, placing his fender on the nearby table. Mimi let out a deep moan as Roger took her slender waist in his hands to bring her down onto the couch, where his body hovered above hers. Their kisses grew deeper and more passionate, with Mimi's hands snaking up under Roger's shirt and Roger's softly stroking the small of Mimi's back.

"Happy Fourth of July, Meems," Roger whispered as he moved his lips to her neck and shoulder.

"Happy Fourth of July, Rog," Mimi replied, combing her fingers through Roger's hair. Smiling, Roger moved down to Mimi's abdomen, his fingers skillfully lifting her shirt up a bit, exposing the bare skin around her navel where he immediately placed several kisses, ending with leaving a warm, wet trail from his tongue, taking delight in Mimi's pleasured gasp. At that moment, they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Ah, fu-k," Roger growled. Casting an apologetic glance to Mimi, he moved over to answer the door, revealing Emily, her Nikon FM2 hanging from around her neck, and Penny outside.

"Hey, Roger," Emily smiled. "Oh… sorry for interrupting." Emily pointed to Roger's jaw, which was coated with Mimi's lipstick. Roger, blushing, quickly wiped off the lipstick.

"Hi, Emily, Penny," Mimi laughed from the couch. "What's up?"

"Listen, guys. I need you to do me a really big favor," Emily announced, giving them a pleading glance. "Could you watch Penny for me, tonight? I have to go and take some photographs of the fireworks display for The Village Voice, and they won't let me go home until after midnight."

"Emily, it's your day off!" Mimi reminded.

"Yeah," Emily nodded with a grimace. "Tell that to my boss. Please, you guys! I know you two must have something planned for just the two of you tonight, and it kills me to ask you to postpone anything romantic, but I don't know who else to go to! Collins is off at a conference, Mark's in Scarsdale, visiting his folks, and I can't find Maureen and Joanne. You're my last hope!"

"What about Nana?" Roger suggested.

"Oh, please, no!" Penny cried. "She's visiting her friends at the nursing home! The last time I had to be there, my sole forms of entertainment involved watching Nana and her over-seventy friends playing bridge, and listening to old Mrs. Perch talk about what I'm pretty sure was all the recipes for tapioca in existence." Roger had to shudder at the thought. He had plenty of memories of staying at his grandparents' house as a boy, and all the torment of having their friends fawn over him, pinching his cheeks until they were sore, ruffling his hair non-stop, and trying to slip him butterscotch, even though he kept saying that he didn't like the stuff.

"Okay. We'll watch her," Roger relented.

"Thank you, Roger. I'll make it up to you, someday, somehow. That's a promise," Emily smiled before crouching down to talk to Penny. "Okay, Penny. What are the Loft Rules?"

"I'm to listen to Roger and Mimi, and do whatever they say without question,." Penny recited. "And I'm to be in bed no later then 10:30."

"Very good. And?"

"Oh, yeah. And under no circumstance will I repeat anything Mr. Roger says." Emily ignored the evil glare Roger sent her as she kissed Penny's cheek. "Be good, Penny." With that, Emily was out the door, and on her way to work.