Epilogue! Since so many people requested it… I really wanted this to be done with, so here it is… And yes, I was listening to the NYTW when I wrote this… hence my urgent desire for the Maureen/Joanne crap… Ohh, and the song belongs to Barry White…

AVAVAVAVAVAVAVA

-TWO MONTHS LATER-

Mark and Roger sat on the couch in their loft, Mark leaning against Rogers legs. Everyone else was in the loft. Maureen and Joanne occupying the arm chair that seemed to be falling in, even without the added weight, Collins sitting on a stool with Angel sitting on the counter, and Mimi, reluctantly, sitting on the floor at Maureen's feet.

Mimi and Roger had pretty much worked out all the problems they had, and could now survive as friends, but she still had to be pushed to hang out with everyone. It seemed to be getting easier to for to see Mark and Roger together though.

Roger ran his fingers over Marks shoulders, looking out the window blankly. All was quiet in the loft, very out of the normal.

Maureen scoffed. "You know, it's gotten really boring here since you two got together."

Roger smiled at her. "That's cause when you were here you were always too occupied flirting with Mark to be bored."

This time, Joanne scoffed at Mark blushed. "Well then thank god for you Roger."

"Ohh come on Pookie! I wasn't flirting! I was being nice! Mark was so alone."

Mark rolled his eyes. "Ohh thanks Maureen. There's an ego booster."

Joanne shifted in the chair a bit. "I don't know why you bother defending yourself. It's not like you've ever been good at being discrete."

Maureen lifted herself up so that she was sitting on the arm of the chair. "What are you saying?" She didn't sound mad, more like she was pouting. "Do I have to keep telling you how much I love you?" Okay, now she was a bit mad. "I'm getting really sick of this shit Joanne."

"Well if you're so fed up with everything about me, leave!"

"Not everything." Maureen put her hand under Joanne's chin. "I adore your eyes."

Joanne's face fumed as she stood up. "Not this shit again!" She grabbed her coat and stormed out of the loft.

Maureen yelled after her. "Pookie! Come on!" She grabbed her own jacket as she made her way to the door, throwing a smile at the rest of the group. "She'll get over it." She walked out, sliding the door shut behind her.

Angel looked after them and slid off the counter and onto Collins lap, whispering something to him, making his laugh softly. Her smile got wider, and Collins blushed, nodding, before they both stood up at the same time, and grasped hands. "See you boys later."

"Ya. We have some… stuff to do." Angel giggled and waved a goodbye as they walked out the door.

"Ahh, they are as discrete as ever, huh?"

Mimi looked from her spot on the floor to Roger, to Mark, and back to Roger, before standing slowly. "You know, I'm gonna get going too. I have work in a few hours, and I should, like, get some laundry done or something."

Roger stood up and put his arms around Mimi, hugging her before she left. "I am sorry Mimi. I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just…"

Mimi shook her head to silence him. "You can't help who you love Roger." She smiled at Mark, winking before turning on her heels to the door. "Have fun."

Once they were again alone in the Loft, Roger took Marks hand and pulled him up. "You know, this could have been very awkward, but it's not." Mark leaned against Rogers chest, one arm around Rogers neck, the other hand holding Rogers, in a very waltz fashion, as they swayed slightly. "Maureen and Joanne are still fighting, Angel and Collins are still, doing what they do all the time, and Mimi is still… Mimi."

"How different did you think everything was gonna be?"

"I don't know. I just didn't think everything would be exactly the same."

"It's not exactly the same." Mark tilted his chin up toward Roger, kissing him softly. They were quite prepared to ignore the phone that was now ringing, but when the answering machine picked up, both boys stopped dancing and looked to the machine.

"Mark? Are you there? Please don't tell me you're still screening your calls! I wanted to ask you if…"

Mark picked up the phone and plopped down onto couch with the phone, as Roger went into the room they now shared. "Hey mom… No I'm fine… Dancing actually… Yes with Roger. Who else would I dance with?... No, that was Joanne… She's Maureen's girlfriend… Ya, I know, she's really missing out. You said you wanted to ask me something?… I'll ask him…"

Mark cupped his hand over the phone and yelled to Roger. "Hey Rog? My mom wants to know if you want to go to her house for dinner this weekend." The idea didn't appal Mark the way it did just a few months before. His mom had been totally cool about her and Roger. Of course, she still brought up Maureen and nice Jewish girls every so often, but aside from that, she was cool.

Roger came out of their room with a vinyl record and record player, which he set on the counter. "Sure…. Wait, is Cindy gonna be there? With all the kids?"

"Why?"

Roger rolled his eyes. "Cause your sisters so hot Mark."

Mark glared at him. "It's cause you like playing with the blocks isn't it?"

Roger smiled innocently. "They have yet to build a tower taller than mine!"

Mark lifted the phone back to his ear. "Ya mom, we'll be there… Okay, I love you too… bye."

He hung up the phone and walked over to Roger, just as the record started playing. Mark laughed at the song, but took Rogers hand and pulled him to the center of the loft. "Dance with me."

Roger had not problem complying. They danced, or what dancing they could do with their tongues in each others mouths. It was mainly their hips that continued to sway with the music.

I see so many ways that I can love you
'Till the day I die...
You're my reality yet I'm lost in a dream
You're the first, my last, my everything