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"Mimi!" Roger yelled across the loft.

The black-haired girl at the other end looked up, brushing a curl out of her eyes. "Hm?"

"C'mere," he beckoned, gently laying his guitar next to the chair he was sitting in.

"Why?" her hands drifted to her hips.

"I need you to do me a favor."

"Continue."

"Can I have a kiss?" Roger grinned.

"What?" Mimi laughed, walking towards her boyfriend.

"Pretty please?"

"You want a kiss?" she reached the chair and leaned down, resting her hands on Roger's knees.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Wait no, I don't want one, I need one."

"You need a kiss?" she was in his lap now.

He nodded, the widest grin she had ever seen was decorating his face.

"What'll happen if you don't get this kiss that you so desperately need?" she teased, her finger tracing the outline of his jaw.

His face grimaced in confusion as he thought of some sort of… threat. "I'll… um…," he thought out-loud before a devious grin formulated. "I guess I'll have to tie you up and kiss you everywhere."

"Well, in that case," she hopped off his lap, flipping her hair around, "you're not getting one."

Eyes lighting up, Roger scrambled out of his seat after Mimi. In one motion, he swept her into his arms and stole his kiss before carrying her off to the bedroom.

Fin