Authors Note : I think this is more fluff than the other chapter was. I'm not sure about the ending. . I don't know if it makes sense :wink: I never really wrote one of those kinds of things before.
Disclaimer : I own nothing, I rent.
Chapter Nine : Night Owls In Love
It's been a few weeks since the heart-to-heart that cleared so much air between them. Since then it's been Roger and Mimi, Mimi and Roger nothing more holding hands like old times, finding places to go out at night, seeing movies and feeling young again in that sense.
"These gloves are totally rad," she daintily hung her hand out in front of Roger with the imagination that it was covered with a glove. Her smile was radiant, their laughter echoed throughout the entire hallways and stairwells of the apartment. She was more charming than annoying. Her tiny, thin fingers rested gently on the doorknob, leaning her slender figure against the door, only to be pulled away for a "good night" kiss from Roger, although they were both headed to the same place afterwards. They had been drinking but Mimi was trashed after spending hours out, "I bet I'm waking the neighbors!"
Roger kissed Mimi to quiet her down, but that was no such luck. After the brief kiss, they stood in front of each other as she backed up into the hall and stood for a few moments in the quiet hall, they liked it, he looked at the door wide open by Mimi and laughed, eyeing the door he asked her, "Shall we?"
"We shall" She nodded, her arm slipping down until her hand met his and she led him inside.
Once inside he shut the door behind them still quietly, as she led him to the living room with one hand still being held by "glove" hand and got him to draw himself closer to her. She was eyeing an open notebook next to Roger's guitar, he wanted to quick get her attention away from it, "H-Hey. ."
Her hand brushed the notebook as she tucked it back underneath the other and looked back to him, "Hey, you been writing lately?" She questioned walking cross-armed closer to him.
"Well. . yeah." He told her nervously.
She touched his arm sweetly, "..Will you play one for me?"
"It's not finished. . " He told her quickly.
"Babeeee." She pled.
Roger smirked at her, "Besides. . it's nothing right now it's the first thing I've written in years I don't even know if it's ready for performance."
"O-oh.." She was taken back, stuttering was not ordinary coming from Mimi. Of course she didn't mind, but she loved his voice and loved he was writing, support was all she wanted to give.
He sighed, "I just want it to be a surprise. . so no peeking - okay?"
"Alright," she sighed, turned around and strolled over to the couch taking a seat and patting on the cushion for him to join her.
Roger sat close to her wrapping one arm around her bringing her closer as he closed his eyes remaining awake, "I had fun tonight."
She leaned in taking in his scent, "It was nice."
"Just nice? That's what I get for totally spoiling you AND carrying you home?"
"Fine, amazing. It was amazing."
He lightly laughed re-opening his blue green eyes, noticing just how close she was. "It was." he answered her quietly.
Her finger traced the figure on his shirt, she opened her mouth to speak almost whispering, "I've never been this happy. This whole content with everything kinda thing, you bring me peace. I like that."
"I'm happy I make you happy." He leaned even closer when gave her a light peck on the cheek.
Once he pulled away he noticed she still had the light smile on her face as he looked back at his guitar. He debated within himself to actually play some of the instrumental of his most up to date composition, "I actually could play something. ."
Her small smile grew to a large excited grin, "I'd love that," she tossed one leg on top of the other as Roger stood up.
Roger grabbed his guitar, from the couch putting the strap over his shoulder before he began playing. Before he started he laughed lightly, "Tell me how you like it when I'm done - don't lie." Before finally playing he took a deep breath and started. The beginning was quite mellow, and it had a crescendo that almost sounded magical but at the same time real and true. He hadn't lyrics but the melody and sound was amazing from what she heard. When he was done, he looked at Mimi for some type of feedback."Y-y- . . you hate it?" He asked after the long silence.
Mimi stood up, walked towards him and took his hand, she was astonished that he had played it for her. She enjoyed observing him - the way he held his guitar, the way his eyes shone under the soft light and seemed to glisten full of meaning even if he was not on a stage, but merely right in front of her. "Its beautiful."
Roger took her hand in his in response wrapping his arms around her, "You're beautiful." when he told her.
"And you're amazing," She hooked her hands on his arms and swayed like a small anxious child that couldn't stay still.
"Thanks. You're like the only one who thinks so."
"You know that's not true," she looked up at him, her eyes sincere, "Those who know you, its obvious to them - others, strangers, watch you see how smooth you are, how put together you are, especially the girls." Mimi added winking playfully.
He lifted her still holding her tightly spinning her around, "You're crazy."
She laughed letting her arms go freely, "Is that a compliment?"
He shrugged rolling his eyes before teasing flirtatiously, "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Roger brought her closer to him, now on top of her, hugging her tight to his body as she took in his scent of cigarettes, mints and cologne but for some reason, she loved it as her head became buried in his chest as he had toyed with strands of her thick, dark brown wavy hair he loved, "Never cut it."
She laughed lightly at his comment, as she slowly pulled away and faced him as she was in his lap arms draped around him in a picturesque way, like a painting, so close yet so lovely, "I wont, trust me."
He took a piece near the front so when he was looking at her he was still twirling some, it was comforting in a way he couldn't explain. It was this reality he had hoped about, but was so far from the norm and it's happening all at once. He figured he'd get it over with, what he had been holding in for the past few days, he had gotten something else at the pawnshop, after all he did sell a classic car. "Never did I think we'd end up this way and I want to be like that forever, or however long of a time we have with together. I guess I proved me wrong, I thought I'd end up alone - I admit I was afraid of it - but you stopped me from living a life of wasting away because things didn't go the way I wanted 'em to, fate had a different road for me." Roger told her before taking a black box out of his pocket, "Meems. ."
Mimi didn't even see him take out the box. "Like this whole trip has been great, I thought it was going to be awful but I'm so thankful you came, you make this place fun because I know I'd hate to be here by myself, and you were the one person I'd want to be with here. These past few months I wonder what you even bothered, I was so horrible to you. I'm sorry and I- I don't say that a lot a-and it's something I understand if you don't want to but we've come so far from then. . ."
Mimi just looked at him, as he tried to regain his composure. Her tears streaming down her face like rain when she caught wind of what he was doing. No she wasn't sad, she was happy but this made her do so many things inside, and she just got so worked up she started to cry those tears that were in her eyes seeming to be pushing themselves out, "Will you marry me?"
"Yes." She told him giving him a warm hug, which wasn't much of a far stretch away. They remained there in that Polaroid of time, not moving not talking for a few irreplaceable moments in their lives.
Roger pulled away slowly, but stopped midway when he caught glimpse of her eyes. Never had he been this ecstatic, amazed, just everything at once made sense, yet there was nothing in his mind except her. "I love you." He wiped her tear stained cheeks, kissed her forehead, and reached down picking up the ring and gently sliding it on her finger.
"I love you too. . ." Mimi told him after he put on her ring and she admired it, and smiled at him as she looked up at him noticeably keeping and containing her excitement in in a nervous way that she saw he noticed.
"Do you like it?" He admired the smile on her face before he held her close again.
"Love it, it's beautiful." She ran her fingers through his hair, drawing him closer to a kiss, a almost never ending kiss.
The kiss turned into more kisses countless embraces and the beginnings of shedding of clothing it didn't get much further before Roger pulled away for a moment, still semi clothed with his jeans still on lifting Mimi and moving their moment from the living room couch to the bedroom. He spun her around a few times, at which she laughed before they landed softly on the bed.
