hehe. Mimi/Roger fluff has once again taken over. In the 1st fic Roger gets a little, um, touchy --wink,wink-- w/ Mimi. It is by no means T worthy but just FYI! The 2nd oneis friendship fluff w/ the Mimi/Roger/Mark-ness (I know there's fans out there don't even try to deny it!) Enjoy!

Dru

PS. Upon suggestion by Elizabeth Thersea one of the next two will include a Joanne/Maureen fluff ;-)

...go read now!

33. Too Much

Roger and Mimi were sitting on the couch one night in complete silence. Mark had already gone to bed and they were now just waiting for the last flames in the tin trash can to flicker out before heading to bed as well. Mimi had her head in Roger's lap and was absentmindedly playing with his fingers. Roger couldn't stop yawning.

"I wish we could just hibernate in the winter," he commented, his voice thick and gruff, definitely ready for some hardcore sweat/drool sleep. Mimi smiled.

"That would work." Once Mimi let go of his hand Roger ran his fingers through her hair before trailing them lazily down her arm and on to her belly.

"Would you hibernate with me?" he murmured, lightly tracing his fingers along the hem of her shirt. He heard her gasp a little.

"Your fingers are soooo cold!" she moaned as they found bare skin where her shirt had ridden up a bit.

"Sorry babe," Roger kissed her head, continuing the pattern of gentle stroking underneath her shirt.

"Of course I would," Mimi giggled and had to grab Roger's hand again before he got a little too carried away.

"You're too much for me Mimi girl," he nuzzled her cheek gently with his cold nose.

"How do you figure?" she playfully raised an eyebrow at him.

"I dunno…I just love you too much. You make it easy for me to love you," he whispered, yawning again.

"Aww. Thank you baby," she brought his hand up to her cheek. "So you want to go hibernate then my teddy bear?"

"You do something for me first?" Mimi rolled her eyes.

"We took AZT already Rog."

"Not that! Give me a kiss and tell me you love me." Mimi crossed her arms and looked up at him stubbornly.

"And what if I don't?" Roger pretended to think.

"Then…I'll have to hold you against your will and kiss you all over. I know what's too much for you to handle." Mimi laughed as he cradled her into his arms and gently nibbled at her neck.

"Fiiine." She kissed him lightly on the lips. "I love you Roger Davis."

"Why thank you," he teased, standing up with her still in his arms and taking her into their bedroom.

Too much was definitely better then not enough.

72. Fixed

Mark wasn't sure of what had happened. All he knew was that one minute he was on his bike, on the way home from the café and the next minute he was lying on his bed, extremely sore with an awful headache. He took a deep breath and started coughing immediately when a familiar, vanilla-smelling, intoxicating perfume filled his lungs. Mimi lifted her head from his chest and yawned.

"You're awake," she smiled and sat up, her hair sticking to the side of her cheek that had been pressed up against him. "Roger! He's awake!" Mark listened as Roger padded into the bedroom and went over to the bed.

"Hey. How you feeling?" he asked, setting a glass of water on the nightstand. Mark started to shrug but stopped as a pain shot down his spine.

"What the hell happened?" he asked, squeezing his eyes shut as the light only added to the pounding in his head. He could feel Mimi's cold hand begin to gently stroke his cheek.

"You fell," she whispered. "Off your bike."

"I did?" Mark asked.

"Just outside the café." The bed dipped as Roger sat down, bringing his legs up to rest in between Mark's and Mimi's. "Pretty much knocked yourself out." Mark groaned. He felt like an idiot.

"Yeah, your front tire must have hit some ice," Mimi yawned again, scooting over to sit with Roger at the edge of the bed.

"Collins found you. Well actually a guy that recognized you called Collins and he brought you home," Roger explained. "I went out to get some antiseptic from Joanne and when I came back you were still out of it and Mimi was asleep too."

"We still have to wash out your cut," Mimi lifted Mark's arm in front of his face to show him the long cut etched into his skin.

"Other then some bruises too you seem to be okay," Roger ruffled his hair and helped him into a sitting position, tossing Mimi the antiseptic spray.

"Now," Mimi said, bringing Mark's arm away from his face and running the tip of her finger over the cut. He winced. Roger left for a minute and came back with a wet washcloth which Mimi rubbed over the cut. "If you're good, then I'll give you a lollipop but if you're bad then you don't get anything."

"Oh joy," Mark rolled his eyes.

"Hey! There's still room on you for more bruises," Mimi warned. She sprayed some of the antiseptic on Mark's cut and he let it absorb before moaning.

"It stings," he complained.

"Well duh," Roger took the washcloth and spray from Mimi and set them in the bathroom.

"K all fixed!" Mimi said, extremely proud of herself.

"Thanks Meems," Mark lay down with caution, careful not to jostle his sore back too much.

"Your such a big baby," Roger teased him, leaning up against the doorframe. "C'mon Mimi, bedtime." He switched off the light in Mark's room. She turned to him and gave him a hug, Mark taking notice to how careful she was being.

"Night Mark," she whispered near his ear before pulling away, hopping off the bed and going over to Roger. She blew him a kiss and left.

"Night Mark," Roger smiled and closed his door. Mark let out a content sigh and fell into an easy sleep.

Happy he wasn't alone.