Thank you all for your awesome reviews! These two are for ControlledChaos...I hope you like the Mimi/Roger/Mark-ness of the first one and the Mimi/Roger fluff in the 2nd one! Both these are pretty much fluff. Enjoy!

Dru

PS. I'll try to include everyone else in the next two! I just seem to like to write Roger/Mimi ;-)

31. Sunrise

Roger could feel an extremely hard pounding in his head and he couldn't help but let out an audible groan. He had been up all night with Mimi. And not in the way he would have liked. She had some sort of flu bug and hadn't been able to keep anything down since the afternoon time. Roger scrunched his brow slightly, trying to decide whether or not to open his eyes. The pain was intense.

He felt around next to him, expecting to only land on empty space. But with a gentle thud his wrist landed on Mimi's back.

"Ow," she grumbled irritably, rolling over and letting out a muffled cough.

"Sorry," Roger opened his eyes, relieved to know Mimi wasn't hunched over the toilet again.

"You hit me," Mimi gently whined.

"I didn't hit you," Roger insisted nuzzling the side of her head and laying a kiss on the bridge of her nose. Mimi closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. "Are you feeling sick?"

"No," Mimi said softly, opening her eyes again. They locked into Roger's and for a minute she felt warm. She lifted her hand up to stroke the side of his face. "What time is it?"

"5:30 maybe," Roger guessed by the shades of soft purple light that now lit up the walls of the little bedroom. Mimi sat up.

"We can go watch the sunrise," she suggested, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"The sunrise huh?" Roger sat up too, steadying a hand on Mimi's back. She gave him her soft puppy dog eyes and he couldn't help but laugh. He playfully rolled his eyes before cradling her into his arms. Mimi's arms fell into place around Roger's neck, her head resting on his chest. A wave of cool air greeted them as Roger opened the door to the balcony.

Everything was bathed in that soft purple glow. Roger had left his jacket hanging on the balcony's rail from the night before. He had left Mark with Mimi for a while so he could clear his head. He sat Mimi in the lawn chair in the corner of the balcony while he retrieved the jacket and placed it around her shoulders.

"Mmmm. I haven't seen the sunrise in forever," she commented, tightening the added warmth around her. It had that strong 'Roger smell' and she loved it.

"Yeah, been a while for me too," Roger smiled and leaned over to kiss Mimi's forehead.

"Is this a private party?" Mark poked his head out of the door, somehow managing to balance three mugs and his camera in his arms.

"Hey Mark," Roger laughed and took a mug of coffee from him.

"And for you Ms. Mimi 'sicka-poo' Marquez," Mark handed her a mug.

"Hot water," she whined.

"I don't know about you but I'd much prefer if you had to puke up something, it'd be water instead of coffee," Mark held his camera towards the sun just peeking above the horizon of buildings.

"Gee thanks," Mimi took a slow sip from her water.

"Your welcome," Mark wound his film then started shooting. Roger took Mimi and sat her down in his lap as he sat down in the lawn chair.

"So you two," Mark pointed his camera over at Mimi and Roger. The scene couldn't have been more perfect. The two of them were now blanketed in bright orange light. The way the sun was rising caught the mischievous glint in Mimi's soft brown eyes. If you were watching closely enough you could tell Roger was massaging her neck and back, his eyes never leaving hers even as she looked into the lens of Mark's camera. She giggled and waved.

"Some sunrise huh?" Mark positioned it back to the now fully risen sun.

"Yeah. Some sunrise," Roger agreed his eyes still on Mimi.

"Some sunrise," Mimi breathed, feeling Roger's gaze on her neck and surprising him with a kiss.

It was a sunrise the three definitely wouldn't forget anytime soon.

47. Heart

Roger was lying on the floor of the living room, Mimi cuddled under his chin. Both were fully out of breath, tired from wrestling. It was a rare time that they were completely alone. Mimi had her ear pressed against Roger's chest and was listening to the soft pitter-patter of his heart.

"Your hearts' talking to me," Mimi murmured.

"Really?" Roger panted, getting his fingers caught in Mimi's hair. "What's it saying?"

"Hmmm," Mimi lifted her head to look at him then rested it on his chest again. "It's saying, I love Mimi, I love Mimi, I love Mimi." Mimi emphasized her words and gently patted Roger's chest as she said them.

"Wow," Roger said. "I should really listen to my heart more often."

"Duh!" Mimi got off of him and sat with her legs tucked underneath her. "What's mine saying?" She pulled Roger to a sitting position.

"Hmmm," Roger pressed his ear against the skin underneath Mimi's collarbone. "I see." He pulled away. "Are you sure you wanna know?"

"Yes!"

"Well it's saying 'You could do waaay better then Roger'."

"What? It is not!" Mimi insisted.

"I dunno Mimi. The heart doesn't lie."

"Mine does!" Mimi tackled Roger back over onto the floor. She kissed him then pulled up. "I love you!"

"You do?" Roger asked, running his hands down her sides and resting them on her hips.

"Yes! And my heart does too."

"I probably just heard it wrong," he laughed. "Lemme hear again." Mimi let him rest his head under her chin again.

"Oh. There it goes. I love Roger, I love Roger, I love Roger. I hear it now."

"That's what I thought," Mimi kissed Roger's nose. She placed his hand over her heart and rested her hand over his.

"The heart doesn't lie."