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Pairing: Maureen/Joanne, Mark/Roger
Rating: PG-13
Summary:
"What? Are you completely…you've got to be…I need a drink," Maureen fainted dramatically onto the couch in Joanne's and her apartment.
"I'm telling you, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought Meems was using again," Joanne chuckled to herself as she tidied her desk.
"Are you sure?" Maureen said, opening her eyes and sitting up, looking over at her girlfriend.
Joanne nodded, a smile creeping onto her lips. "That's what I asked Mimi. She claims she caught them twice. Once making out on their couch, the second time in bed, having sex! So I went over to their apartment to talk to Mark."
"My little pookie, my Marky, my angel pie," Maureen said, hand clasped over her heart.
Joanne rolled her eyes, "Anyway, I got there and I knock. There's a bunch of muffled swearing and some shuffling around and there's Mark: clothes rumpled, glasses askew, hair messed up. I tell him what Mimi told me and he gets this panicked look in his eyes-"
"His eyes go big like blue dinner plates and his mouth opens and closes like a dying fish? Last time I saw that look in his eyes I had just brought out the handcuffs and the whip-"
"Thank you for the mental images that will haunt me for years. Do you want to pay my therapy bill? Anyway, he starts to panic and then I hear Roger laughing in the background. He tells Mark to open the door and Mark turns into the apartment and asks, 'Are you sure?' Roger must have nodded or something, because Mark looks at me, apologizes and opens the door. And there's Roger, standing there in his boxers with his shirt half undone. I blink at him, then at Mark and repeat what Mimi said. Mark starts to blush and stutter an explanation. Roger claps a hand over Mark's mouth and tells him to stop making excuses. Then he kisses him, full on the lips. I don't mean quick kiss either, actually I left before they stopped, they're probably still going at it," Joanne finished her story with a grin.
Maureen tilted her head in thought, "Mark must want to thank me!"
Joanne dropped a folder, "Thank you? For what?"
Maureen sighed as if it were obvious, "For leaving him and making him question his, and I use this word loosely, masculinity. He must have realized he was gay and that he was in love with Roger. He probably held it in afraid of scaring Roger away, until that fateful day when Roger leaned over and kissed him. They both enjoyed it, but it probably took them a while to admit that. Then confessions of love were uttered, they bought condoms and did it in Mark's bed, happily ever after."
Joanne stared at her girlfriend and blink once…twice, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Maureen stood up and walked to Joanne, wrapping her arms around her lover's waist, "Darling, that's what every fanfic writer writes. Some variation on that general plot. Now let's forget about Mark and Roger and go to bed."
Joanne looked at her watch, "It's only 5:36 in the evening."
"I said go to bed, I didn't say anything about sleeping," Maureen grinned, kissing Joanne.