Thank God For The Moon

(PostRENT) RogerMimi fluff. Mimi wants to dance, but Roger is reluctant to join her.

Disclaimer: I don't own RENT.


Roger and Mimi were lying on the old couch in the loft, just snuggling and listening to the rain falling steadily outside. It was late, and Mark was already sleeping in his room. Mimi yawned and sat up, and Roger smiled at her.

"Ready for bed?"

"No. Do you want to dance?" Roger groaned and rolled over.

"Hell no. It's late. I'm tired and I want to sleep."

"Party pooper. Fine. I'll dance without you." She stuck out her tongue and started to twirl about the loft. "Roggy, please dance with me?" She said in a sing-song voice.

"If I dance with you, can we go to bed soon?"

"Sure, just dance!"

Roger got up and walked to where Mimi was standing. She giggled, and he scratched his head. "Mimi, I don't know how to like... dance dance. Club dancing with loud music, sure. But other than that..."

"Okay. Here- you put your hands here and here." She took his hands and placed them on her shoulder and her waist. "Now we move- like this." She started to move slowly, in a sort of waltz. Roger got it after a few minutes, and Mimi leaned her head on his shoulder.

"This is actually kind of fun." Roger stated as they danced around the room.

"See? And you wanted to go to bed!"

The lights suddenly flickered and went out. Mimi squeaked in surprise.

"You okay, Meems?"

"It's dark... Thank god for the moon."

"Maybe it's not the moon at all..." Roger started to sing softly.

"Shut up Roger. Let's go to bed."