AN: The main story begins here. It might be a good idea to review my earlier story, Her Saving Grace, since that story takes place almost immediatly before the events in this one. But it's not really necessary. So, read on and enjoy.

Mimi was shoved against the closed metal door that led into the Loft. Her legs and arms were wrapped around Roger's body, which was pressed tightly against her. So tightly that Roger was slightly worried about crushing her. The two were just returning home after their Big Date and just couldn't seem to get enough of each other. Their tongues were completely entwined, enabling them both to taste the remnants of the Chicken Alfredo they'd shared at the restaurant.

After what seemed like an eternity, Roger came up for air, lightly pulling on Mimi's lower lip with his teeth.

"Say it again," he ordered softly. Mimi's smile widened as she rested her forehead against Roger's.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Yes, what?" Roger urged, starting to tickle her waist. Biting back a fit of giggles, Mimi submitted to his wish.

"Yes, Roger Davis. I will marry you." Hearing those words gave Roger a fresh desire to kiss her even deeper then he had earlier. A low moan rumbled in Mimi's throat as she wrapped her arms and legs tighter around him. A few seconds later, Roger pulled back abruptly and ran his darkening eyes over Mimi's face.

"Come on," he spoke in an extremely rough voice. "Let's go in." Mimi couldn't hold back a sudden shiver, seeing in his face how hot and bothered he was. Reluctantly, Mimi untangled her legs from around Roger's waist and slid the metal door open. With a mixture of urgency and gentleness, Roger pushed her back into the Loft, kissing her once again.

"It's you and me, tonight, Meems. Tonight and every second after that," Roger whispered softly, burying his face into her hair. "Just you and me…" Roger trailed off as he glanced up at the couch. "Oh. And they make four." Mimi followed Roger's eyes to the couch and laughed softly. Mark and Emily were both sitting on the couch, slightly slouched and leaning against each other. They were both sound asleep. The television was flickering with the snow pattern, casting its faint light on the sleeping pair's faces.

"Looks like they were watching a movie," Mimi realized, seeing the cassette tape sticking out of the VCR. Careful not to wake her friends, she draped a threadbare blanket over them before casting a teasing glance back at Roger. "You know, we really shouldn't risk waking them up," she smirked, walking up to him flirtatiously. "It might be a good idea to just go to sleep."

"Oh, no you don't, Mimi Marquez," Roger grabbed her waist and pulled her to him, a devious smile on his face. "You cannot lead me along, getting me all excited, and then just drop me, you know."

"So what do you think we should do then?" Mimi asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You know it would be rude waking up Mark and Emily with our fun."

"Well it is a warm night," Roger's voice lowered to a seductive tone. "And it'll be clear skies, so there would be a perfect view of the moon up on the roof."

"You can't be serious," Mimi let out a combination of a gasp and a laugh.

"Hey, why should dinner be the only thing that can be enjoyed al fresco?" Roger raised an eyebrow. "Besides, aren't you the one who is always saying 'no day but today'?" Mimi bit her lip, her brown eyes glinting mischievously, before standing on tiptoe to kiss her future husband passionately, running her hands through his long dirty blonde hair. Roger responded by stroking her back, his hands slowly migrating downward.

"I love you," Mimi whispered once they'd pulled apart.

"I love you, too," Roger replied with a tender kiss on the tip of her nose. Without further hesitation, they started their journey up to the roof.

It was nearly ten in the morning before Roger and Mimi came down from the roof. When they returned to the Loft, Mark was awake and drinking coffee. Collins was also there, paying a visit and slouched on the couch, puffing away on a joint.

"Hey, look who's finally decided to make an appearance," Collins grinned the moment they entered. "Don't tell me you're just coming home."

"Well, if you must know, we spent the night up on the roof," Roger explained, choosing to ignore Collins' wolf whistle.

"Why'd you spend the whole night up there, anyway?" Mark asked in confusion.

"We didn't want to wake you and Emily," Mimi explained, pouring out some coffee for her and Roger.

"Wait a minute," Collins looked up with blatant interest. "You mean Emily was here last night?"

"Oh, yeah," Roger's face broke out in a teasing smirk. "She and Marky were looking pretty cozy on that couch when Mimi and I came home."

"Really?" Collins turned to Mark with a large grin on his face.

"Nothing happened!" Mark exclaimed insistently. "We were just watching a movie and fell asleep!"

"Oh, sure. Of course," Collins nodded before taunting him with mock kissing noises.

"Collins, I mean it! Nothing happened!"

"Aw, come on Mark. I know that. I'm just playing with you." Mark just shook his head and turned his attention back to his coffee and the latest issue of The Village Voice.

"Where is Emily, anyway?" Mimi looked around.

"She left a while ago to pick up Penny from her friend's slumber party," Mark explained. "She'll be back later on."

At that moment, a familiar voice shouted out from the street.

"Hey, Mark, Roger, Mimi!" Maureen's voice called out. "Will one of you send down the key?"

"Why doesn't she just use the payphone across the street like Collins does?" Mimi wondered out loud as Mark went out onto the fire escape to throw down the key to Maureen and Joanne, who were waiting below.

"Why bother?" Roger jibed. "Her voice is loud enough." Mimi rolled her eyes and lightly smacked Roger's arm. "Hey, come on, Meems. Didn't you bruise me enough last night?" he joked.

"Hey, everyone!" Maureen belted out as she and Joanne entered the Loft. "What's up with everyone today?"

"Well…" Mimi grinned widely up at Roger, who wrapped an arm around her waist. "We actually have some interesting news."

"What is it, Mimi?" Joanne asked.

"Here's a hint," Mimi smirked, holding out her left hand in such a way that the sunlight glinted off the round diamond. Seconds later, Maureen let out an excited squeal.

"Are you serious!?" She shrieked, launching herself at the couple and puling them both into a squeezing hug.

"Congratulations, you two!" Joanne added, following her lover's example.

"So, the ol' pretty boy frontman's finally decided to tie himself down, huh?" Collins teased, shoving Roger's shoulder, who responded with the finger.

"Oh, this is so exciting!" Maureen was practically bouncing as she grabbed Mimi's arm and started leading her out of the Loft with Joanne following. "Well, come on then! We got so much to do! We gotta pick out dresses, and color schemes, and buy shoes, and…" Within seconds, the girls were out the door.

"Think Mimi'll be able to survive Maureen when she's this excited?" Collins wondered.

"Sure," Roger nodded. "Mimi's strong. If she can survive withdrawal, she can survive anything."

"Well, congrats once again, Rog," Collins beamed. "Wish I could stay longer, but I have a class today. I'll stop by later."

"Yeah, come to think about it," Mark spoke up. "I noticed that you and Mimi were getting low on AZT. I'm heading down to the clinic to pick up some more for you. Would you like to come, Roger?"

"Nah. You go ahead, Mark," Roger declined. "I got things to do myself today."

"Sure. You know, maybe you could think up something for you to play at the wedding. I think Mimi would like that. You know she likes hearing you play that fender of yours. Just as long as it's not anything like Musetta's Waltz."

"Oh, right," Roger nodded after a brief pause. "Yeah. Thanks for the idea."

Once Mark had left, however, Roger cast an eye over to the fender's case that was propped up in the corner of the room, trying to hold back a groan. If only his friends knew why him playing the fender at the wedding would be impossible.