Hey guys!
This marks 10! Only 90 left to go! Woo! I already know ControlledChaos is going to love me after these 2. :) Enjoy and Happy New Year!
Dru
95. New Year
The bubbles from the champagne tickled Mimi's nose and she felt exhilarated and alive bouncing around with her friends down the crowded street.
"I can't believe it's the New Year already," Mark commented as they pushed their way through a crowd of over-stimulated people, anxious to ring in the New Year.
"I'm glad," Mimi hiccupped. "A fresh slate. A chance to start over." Roger squeezed her hand and she stared into his deep eyes. It was a glance the two had been sharing more often these days. The both of them were back on regular doses of AZT. Roger with minimal complaining, the side effects rarely bothered him like they bothered Mimi.
Anemia was usually the one that attacked the worst, leaving her weak and achy. But Roger was there. He always made sure she took the pills. Some nights were harder then others. Some nights Mimi would cry and beg, hang off of Roger and grow hysteric in his arms. Sometimes Roger would consider giving in.
But he never did.
Even if he had to use small amounts of force to get the pills where they needed to be. Usually he would gently pin Mimi up against the side of the bed. If it even got that far, which it rarely did, Mimi would usually stop fighting. But there had been that night a few weeks ago. The night Roger had to tilt her head back and ease the pills into her mouth. When she continued to struggle he massaged her neck and blew softly into her nose so she would be forced to swallow. The middle of the night doses were a thing of the past. But Mimi still had a tendency to tense up at the last dosage of the day, coming at 9:00.
"I agree with Mimi," Angel said, tonight dressed to impress. "Who doesn't want a chance to do just a little bit better then last time?"
"Amen," Collins piped in. Mimi could tell Maureen was giving Mark a headache. The champagne had made her a bit tipsy and the time that wasn't spent hanging off of Joanne, was spent babbling nonsense at Mark.
"Ready for the count down?" Collins pointed inside the electronics store. A big '10' flashed up on the multiple TV screens. People began to crowd around the window. Roger grabbed Mimi, Collins Angel, and Joanne Maureen. Mark somehow managed to wedge himself in the gap between Collins and Mimi.
"5…4…3…2…1….Happy New Year!" The crowd shouted in unison. Champagne corks blew off of bottles, fireworks exploded overhead, and strands of confetti were soon tangled in Mimi's hair. Mimi and Roger engulfed themselves in a kiss. Pulling away, their faces still inches apart, Mimi put her hands on either side of Roger's neck. He did the same thing, also resting his forehead against hers.
"Happy New Year baby," she purred softly. He smiled and kissed her forehead.
"Happy New Year my Mimi." Turning back towards their friends it was obvious someone had been left out of a kiss.
"Aw Marky!" Mimi tugged her neglected friend towards her and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Happy New Year buddy." Mark blushed slightly, clearing his throat a few times to hide it.
"Happy New Year Mimi girl."
38. Touch
Roger's favorite part of the day by far had to be the time at night when Mimi was sound asleep next to him or curled into his arms. He felt cliché for even thinking it but she looked like an angel. It was the time he would gently graze his hand down her side and clumsily braid tiny wisps of her hair, knowing she was too asleep to know he was doing it. But secretly, Mimi knew.
She knew he would coax her to bed after their last doses of AZT so she'd fall asleep and he could go about his routine. One night, Mimi pretended to be asleep. Roger gently into the back of her neck and she had to muffle a giggle as goose bumps rose on her skin. He lay with his arm propped up on his elbow, lying small kisses on her bare shoulder and gently stroking her hair.
She lay perfectly still as Roger's hands gently grazed over her body, whispering sweet things into her ear every so often.
"You're so beautiful," he cooed gently. "I love you Mimi." Mimi couldn't take the teasing anymore. She gripped Roger's wrist just as his hand gently began to stroke over her again. She rolled over and stared him in the face.
"I love you too." Roger froze, completely embarrassed.
"How long have you been awake?" he whispered.
"I never fell asleep," she giggled truthfully. "But it's okay. Please don't stop." Roger smiled weakly; happy the dark hid the blush steadily creeping up his neck. Mimi was afraid she had ruined the little routine he had going on. She rubbed his cheek and smiled.
"It's nice to be reminded I'm loved now and then." Roger touched her collarbone, settling down next to her, knowing tomorrow he'd have to be much more careful. Mimi gently rubbed his hand and he smiled. It was amazing how just a simple touch made him feel alive. A soft touch. A sweet touch.
Mimi's touch.
OK fun fact if no one cares! I thought to do the last one off of when Mimi sings that Roger's hands are big like her fathers. :-) This may be the last 2 for a while. 2 more may be up tomorrow but it'sback to hell (uh...I mean school) on Tuesday >