AN: I've had this on the back-burner for a while now, but seeing how today's supposed to be about that big 'L-word', I thought I'd have a go at finishing it in time for posting it today. Hope you enjoy.
The silence in the empty stairwell inside the former music publishing factory was broken by the sound of the key turning in the old metal lock, immediately followed by the creak of the door opening as Mimi walked in. A weary sigh escaped her lips as she started up the stairs to reach her pad. She thought her shift at the Cat Scratch would never end. Someone had chosen to hold a bachelor party there that night, and that meant she had to work double shifts, especially since many of the girls had decided to call in sick at the last minute, but she finally was allowed to go home around one in the morning. And after the night she had, simply being able to lie down in her bed was definitely going to feel very good.
When she entered her pad, she tossed her leopard skin coat carelessly over the chair that stood by the door and tossed her keys onto the table. Before she could make any movement to change out of the outfit she'd worn to and from the club, someone came up behind her, grabbing her wrists firmly and holding them up so they were level with her temples. For a brief second, Mimi's body tensed, thinking that someone had broken into her apartment, but then that familiar voice breathed into her ear and she immediately relaxed.
"You're late." An instant shiver passed through Mimi's body upon hearing how low and rough Roger's voice sounded as he playfully scolded her.
"Yeah, I had to pull more shifts then I thought I would," Mimi explained.
"And you didn't bother to call, because….?"
"I thought you and Mark would be asleep, Rog. I didn't want to wake you two up."
"That's a bad excuse, Mimi," Roger growled, brushing his lips over the back of her neck. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting here for you to get back home?"
"Awww. You waited up for me?" A giant grin formed on Mimi's face. Roger tightened his hold on Mimi's wrists before replying.
"Yes. For three solid hours. So if you're thinking I'm just going to let you get away with that, you better start to think again." Before Mimi could speak again, Roger released one of her wrists while maintaining his grip on the other and pulled her back through the beaded curtain that hung as a 'doorway' to Mimi's bed. For a brief moment, Mimi expected Roger to push her down onto it, but he surprised her when he stopped short of the bed, turning to face her instead. When she looked up into his face, she immediately felt her insides churn, noticing the fiery intensity that was burning in his green eyes.
"Since you're so able to spend the whole night entertaining all the drunk, perverted men in this city, I see no reason to believe you're not able do your performance again." With that, Roger folded his arms and sat down at the edge of Mimi's bed, fixing her with a piercing stare. "Well? Go ahead, Marquez. I'm ready to be impressed." Mimi stood unmoving for a moment, wondering why he was acting like this, but then noticed that slight hint of a grin threatening to form at the corners of Roger's mouth. The moment she noticed that, Mimi immediately realized Roger wasn't really as angry and he was letting himself on to be, and was only pretending to be cold and hard towards her.
A seductive smile stretched across Mimi's face as she started to move her body to the imaginary music playing in her head, never taking her eyes of Roger's face. Ever so slowly, she began to remove her attire, starting from the belt, which she allowed to delicately drop to the ground. One-by-one, she removed more articles of clothing from her twisting, gyrating form, putting all her professionalism into her dance. When she was down to nothing but her lacy bra, panties, and fishnet stockings, she paused to glance at Roger, whose darkening eyes were locked on her. His approval of her performance was written all over his face, and in the lower regions as well. Mimi was used to seeing an almost similar look on the men who were at the club. It was something you grew accustomed to. With Roger, there was one very important difference. With the men at the club, there was nothing in their gazes but lust and desire. Roger's gaze, while it did show his arousal, was filled with admiration, not lust. His gaze made her feel as if she was loved. It was a wonderful feeling, and one she'd never gotten from any of the men at the club.
Grinning widely, Mimi slinked up to him, taking note to put an extra sway into her hips as she moved. Without much warning, she lifted one of her legs to rest a foot against Roger's shoulder. This act gave him a very clear look at the space between her legs as she slowly peeled off her stockings. Mimi had to bite back a giggle at seeing Roger shift slightly in response, no doubt a direct result to his jeans feeling even tighter. Without giving him a chance to say or do anything, Mimi switched her legs, so the other foot was resting on Roger's opposite shoulder. The moment the stockings were completely off and she stepped back to continue her dance, she was momentarily startled by Roger quickly standing to full height, towering over her.
"You know," he spoke in a low, sultry voice as his hands ran down her waist to the small of her back. "There's one major advantage of having a private performance. There are no bouncers around to stop me from doing this." Without giving Mimi a moment to react, Roger pulled her closer, so her body was pressed firmly against his, and kissed her hard, his tongue probing and swirling around in her mouth. A low moan immediately escaped from Mimi's throat as she felt her legs grow weak from his kiss. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck, melting into the caress. She was so lost in how Roger's lips felt on hers, she didn't even care when she felt his fingers coast upward to unfasten the clasp on her bra and slide the straps off her shoulders with his thumbs. Without breaking the kiss, Roger sat back down on the bed, pulling Mimi down with him so she was perched on his lap, with her legs straddling his waist. Digging her nails into his broad shoulders, Mimi deepened the kiss. When Roger finally broke the kiss to come up for air, he moved away slowly, tugging on her lower lip with his teeth as he drew back.
"You're still not off the hook for being late, you know," he whispered, resting his forehead against hers.
"Oh, really?" Mimi smirked. "So how exactly are you planning to punish me?" Instead of replying, Roger leaned back onto the bed, taking her down with him. With barely a seconds pause, he rolled them over so his body was hovering over hers. Here, he hesitated for a moment to gaze down at her, cupping her cheek tenderly before sliding his body down so his face hovered over her navel. Bending down, he took hold of the waistband of her panties in his teeth, also curling two of his fingers around the material, just above her thighs. With very slow progression, Roger deftly slid the article down Mimi's tanned legs, allowing his fingers to skim over the soft skin in the process. When that final piece of Mimi's clothing fell to the floor, Roger glanced back up at Mimi's face, taking in her slender form and perfect curves. Sh-t, she was just too beautiful. More than once, he'd find himself wondering how he'd ever managed to have ended up with someone like her.
Getting up from the bed, he stood to full height to shed himself of his own clothing, using all his self-control to not just tear them off. He might not be as professional as Mimi was in that area, but he still wanted to return the favor for the private dance she'd performed for him. It was rather difficult, due to how uncomfortably restricted that certain space in his jeans had become, yet he somehow managed to handle the task reasonably well. Returning to the bed, he pulled himself up to place another kiss on Mimi's lips, drinking her in hungrily. Returning the kiss with just as much passion, Mimi's fingers weaved themselves through Roger's hair. But when she arched her hips into his and moved her legs to wrap them around his waist, Roger pulled back, fixing her with that piercing stare again.
"Flip over," he ordered. Without giving her a second to respond, he took her waist in his hands and physically rolled her over so she was face down on the bed. In an instant, his body was resting atop hers. "Don't move," Roger spoke directly into her ear. "Don't even budge." As if to finalize his command, he softly sank his teeth into her shoulder in an erotic nibble, an act that forced a pleasured gasp to slip from Mimi's throat. But her arousal turned to slight confusion when she felt him get off of the bed. Immediately, her back felt a slight chill without the warmth from Roger's body heat that had currently been radiating into her skin. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him head over to the corner, where a metal saucepan was sitting atop the hotplate that usually was kept upstairs in the Loft. The second she saw the hotplate, Mimi couldn't help but feel a sudden sensual shiver pass through her body at the realization that he'd actually planned this all out from the start.
When Roger had removed the saucepan from the hotplate, he made his way back to the bed, moving around to the foot of the bed so he'd be out of Mimi's peripheral vision. Although, while she couldn't see him, she could still feel the mattress shifting from his weight when he crawled back onto it. For a time, Roger was unmoving, as if he was going for a dramatic pause in his actions, but then Mimi felt his hands running over her back, covering it with something warm and slick. As Roger worked, a heavy sweet scent filled the air, making it possible for Mimi to identify what was being spread over her entire back and rear. It was melted chocolate.
From the moment Roger informed her that she'd come home late, the Latina dancer had suffered from an intense need for him, but when he began to set his focus on the melted chocolate that he'd coated her skin with, she felt herself grow weak with want. Pleasured, purr-like moans passed from her lips as Roger went about slowly removing the layer of chocolate with kisses and strokes from his tongue, even using his lower teeth to scrape some of the chocolate away, starting from the base of her neck and ever-so-slowly migrating downwards. A few low groans managed to slip from his throat as well as he allowed himself to enjoy the sweet taste of the chocolate, mixed perfectly with the unique taste of Mimi.
As Roger lapped away the chocolate, he allowed his hands to skim their way to Mimi's front, his fingers dancing across her soft body with the same precision they used on the strings of his battered old guitar. When they reached her breasts, they rested there for a moment, allowing him to take in how good her silky skin felt underneath his hands, worn from the years of playing the guitar. It was no wonder why she was among the more popular girls who danced at that sh-tty club, and he couldn't help but feel a fresh wave of satisfaction that he was the one who got to share a bed with her. Although, that wasn't the only thing he wanted her for. Sure, he fully enjoyed being with her like this, but everything in-between was just as enjoyable as well.
For now, however, Roger knew he had to push all those thoughts aside. He could easily tell from the sounds Mimi was making that she was growing just as needy as he was, and the increasing heat radiating from her skin was further proof. Furrowing his brow, he fought back the intense urge to just plunge right in, giving them both what they wanted. Mimi spent all her time at the club being the dominating one, never surrendering to anyone. This time, however, he was determined to turn the tables, and make her the one who submitted for once. By the time he was done, he wanted to hear her beg for him.
With the hands that still resided atop her breasts, he took hold of her hardened nipples, lightly squeezing and rolling them between his fingers. In an instant reaction, Mimi let out a sudden cry, instinctively arching her back so her rear pressed against his groin, hoping he'd get the message of how badly she wanted him inside her at that point. However, she was met only with a firm but gentle cuff to her rear. Seconds later, Roger was at Mimi's ear again.
"I told you before, Meems," he hissed. "Do not move. If you do that again, I will make sure you won't again." The moment after this threat had been delivered, another gasp escaped Mimi's mouth when Roger slid his tongue into her ear, trailing it over the cartilage before finishing with an erotic nibble on the lobe. "Besides," Roger continued. "I wasn't finished yet."
For a short time, Mimi could only feel Roger's warm breath on her back, but then a sudden whimper erupted from her mouth when she felt his teeth scrape over the skin on her rear, where some of the melted chocolate still remained. Once again, Mimi couldn't prevent her body from squirming in response. Like before, she was rewarded by a swipe to her hip.
"I warned you," Roger growled, pulling away and leaving the bed for a moment. "Now, I need to make sure you can't move." Seconds later, Roger returned to the bed, pinning Mimi down while taking hold of her wrists. Within moments, he'd bound them to the bedposts with his belt. Once he was sure Mimi's wrists were secure, he returned his focus to her rear, bracing her hips in place firmly with his hands before he continued stroking it with his lips and tongue.
Straining against the belt with clenched fists, Mimi gave off another groaning moan. He had some nerve, turning the tables on her like this. But still, she couldn't deny that she was fully enjoying having someone dominate her for once, especially seeing how it was Roger, the first guy she'd met in a long time that she wanted to be with for longer then just a one-night stand. When she thought about it, he was probably the first guy she'd known period whose kisses and touches could make all thoughts of coherent speech vanish from her mind. And she loved every moment of it.
After the last of the chocolate had been licked away, Roger leaned up to Mimi's ear once again.
"You should know something," he whispered softly.
"And what is that?" Mimi questioned, slightly surprised how clear her voice sounded since Roger's foreplay had effectively left her weak and breathless. Before replying, Roger coasted a hand over Mimi's rear, stroking and pressing as it went.
"You really do have a great as-."
"And don't you forget it, either," Mimi teased, shaking it in emphasis.
"Meems," Roger breathed slowly. "If I could forget it, do you really think I'd be able to do this?" With that, Roger took firm hold of Mimi's hips again and positioned it at the right angle to rub himself against her damp opening. That action effectively put an end to the clarity of mind Mimi barely had time to regain. Once again, she could only let out cries of pleasure and want. But her shout was unrewarded when Roger only drew back again. A needy whimper rumbled in Mimi's throat. She ached for him, and she knew he was fully aware of that fact.
"Sh-t, Roger," Mimi managed to gasp out. "Don't torture me."
"Now, how am I doing that?" Roger smirked, starting to circle her opening with his fingers, moving just far enough inside her to tease her.
"Rog-er!" Mimi lurched her hips against his touch, nearing the limits of her patience. He was just too evil. "Please, Roger!"
"You know what I want to hear, Meems," Roger playfully taunted, grazing ever-so-lightly over her clitoris. In response, Mimi bit her lower lip, her eyes squeezing shut against the overwhelming pleasure his touches were sending through her body. "Say it, Meems. You know what you need to say." As if intending to further entice her, he pressed his face against her sensitive skin, softly blowing onto it. That was all she could take.
"I want you, Roger!" Mimi nearly shouted. "Take me, now!" Satisfied with the spoken permission, Roger braced her hips before thrusting into her. The feeling of his firm organ filling the open area within her body forced Mimi's muscles to involuntary tighten, and she buried her face into the pillow in a futile attempt at muffling her cry. The intense pleasure induced from the walls of her sweet passageway, deliciously warm and damp, throbbing and pulsating around him as if it had a heartbeat of its own, had its proper effect on Roger as well. Unable to hold back anymore, he quickly took up a fast, almost violent pace, forcing them both to release primitive groans from the physical exertion.
Trying to combat with the growing strain within his body, Roger pressed his face snug against the back of Mimi's neck, his face contorting from the effort to keep going. It had been so long since anyone had made him feel like this. Pressure and tightness, warmth and wetness. His entire body was aching to meet its release, but at the same time, he never wanted this to end, and to be able to thrust, churn and plunge into sweet, beautiful, vivacious Mimi until that last breath escaped him. Who could have ever imagined that someone else who carried death in their veins could make him feel this alive again?
With each of Roger's forceful thrusts, Mimi felt her pleasure reach new heights, and the explosion was coming along fast as Roger came closer and closer to hitting her center. Writhing and moaning, she arched her back, wanting more and more of this. If she was able to think clearly, she would be worried that the people outside would hear the primitive noises she and Roger were now making, or that their voices would somehow make it upstairs to the Loft, waking up Mark, but all those thoughts never managed to enter her mind. She was too far gone in this moment, with her and Roger moving against each other like waves crashing upon a sandy beach, skin slapping against skin with enough force to leave bruises.
Finally, after one final, turbulent thrust of Roger plunging into her from behind, Mimi was able to feel her innermost point being hit dead-on. Her entire body grew ridged as the spasm moved over her, accompanied by a loud cry of Roger's name escaping her lips. Mere seconds later, Roger reached his own peak, and he allowed himself to collapse his full weight over Mimi, completely worn out from the physical exertion. It was almost three minutes before he'd regained enough energy to free her wrists from his belt and roll himself off her. The moment he did so, Mimi immediately turned on her side to curl up against him, running a smooth hand over his bare chest, looking straight into his eyes. Even in the darkness, Roger could see that sparkling light that always shone in her brown eyes, that light he just couldn't seem to get enough of.
"If that's the kind of greeting I'm going to get," Mimi spoke with a nearly breathless voice full of satisfaction, "I should come home late more often."
"Hmm, just as long as you don't come back too late, Meems," Roger replied, running his hand up and down her spine, taking in the feel of the thin film of sweat that resided there under his feather-light touch. "I might not be able to perform as well if I'm already stressed from worrying that you'll come home at all." Mimi's reply came as a laugh, with a playful slap to his shoulder.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," she winked. "You'll find that this feline has a way of relieving stress."
"Is that right?" Roger arched an eyebrow, his fingers quickly going to work in tickling her sides. Mimi's delightful giggles immediately filled the room, bringing a large, genuine smile to Roger's face.
The moon was just starting to shine through the window, casting its light over Mimi's form, causing her damp skin to practically glisten and shine. That added light seemed to maximize her beauty, if that was even possible, and Roger found himself enthralled at what he saw, his mind going back to the night when he'd first met Mimi, and how the moon had been highlighting her beauty then as well. With that precious memory came another, of what she'd said during their second encounter. 'No day but today', she had said. Well, if that was true, he'd be perfectly happy to have this be the only day he ever had, to have this one moment last forever.
As the two managed to settle down, with Mimi turning Roger's chest into an improvised pillow, her arms wrapped snuggly around his middle, Roger lay awake, softly playing with the ends of Mimi's long hair. The physical high from their love making had died down, but he still could feel his heart hammering against his chest. It had been a long time since he'd felt quite like this. Not since her. It was almost impossible to believe that he was even able to feel like this again, but that didn't stop his heart from beating quite like this. He was almost surprised Mimi couldn't hear it, seeing how her ear was positioned right above it. Then again, she probably could hear it and just wasn't saying anything. What was it about having her this close to him that made his body react like this?
Before sleep was able to claim Roger, one final thought ran through his mind.
Could this really be……