Name: nycRENTgirl

Title: Let's Go Dancing (sucky title, I know, but I couldn't think of anything else)

Disclaimer: I soooooo wish I owned these characters! Then my life would be perfect! But I don't...sigh... well, at least I can write about them!

Notes:This was originally going to be a oneshot, but I'm thinking of continuing it...what do you think? Leave comments,ideas, feedback in general! This is my first fic ever...hope you guys like it!

Let's Go Dancing

"Hey, baby? Let's go dancing," Mimi proposed to Roger after an uneventful afternoon on her one day off, Wednesday. "I feel like wearing sexy clothes and going dancing."

"This doesn't have anything to do with the way we usually end up fucking after you decide you want to wear sexy clothes and go out dancing, does it?" asked Roger sarcastically.

"Of course not!" Mimi winked at him. "We can bring the whole gang! I do sometimes just want to go have fun and dance without being on a stage and entertaining people."

"And not wearing clothes?"

"That too."

"Ok, fine. But I don't want to have to change."

"Hon, you look awful. I love you, but you have to at least change your shirt."

"Why?"

"Because it's old and stained and it smells…. Although that might just be you."

Roger pulled off his shirt and threw it at her. Mimi ducked, but it hit her lightly in the side of the head anyway before dropping to the floor.

"Hey!" Mimi cried involuntarily. She jumped up and tried to tackle him to "get him back," but Roger held her off easily with one hand while he put his guitar to the side, safely out of the way. The moment he let go of her, Mimi jumped on him, trying to wrestle him down to a prone position, or at least pin his arms to his sides. Roger easily resisted, and finally just pinned her on his lap with his arms tightly around her and kissed her. She relaxed into it, but the moment he stopped and let go of her, she jumped up and ran to the kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

"You'll see," Mimi said, with a mischievous tone in her voice. Roger knew this could mean nothing good, but he decided he'd just let her do whatever she was doing—it couldn't be that bad. He went back to playing his guitar.

Mimi snuck up behind him with a playfully malicious smile and put her hands on his neck—her hands that she had just had in the freezer.

"OW!" Roger yelled, dropping the guitar next to him on the couch, swiveling around towards Mimi and trying to pull away from her hands.

"Ah, sweet revenge," Mimi sighed mischievously, leaving one hand on Roger's neck and sliding the other down his still-shirtless chest.

"Ah!" he cried again, although not quite as loudly as before. "Why would you do that! It's cold!"

Mimi giggled. "I know," she raised one eyebrow archly. "And if you don't go take a shower and change your clothes and then come dancing with me, I'll keep doing this."

"What if I made you stop?"

"You'd have to let go of me sometime. Besides, I don't want to have sex with you when you smell that bad."

"Ok, fine, you've convinced me. But…at least shower with me?" Roger pouted a little, aware that he was still shirtless and that he looked cute when he pouted.

"No way, because 1, I want to go out sometime this century, 2, we'll only end up fucking if I take a shower with you, 3, I want to have some energy to dance, and 4, because you won't actually clean yourself if I shower with you, and you really do smell." Mimi ticked off each item on her fingers, with one hip stuck out and her eyebrows raised.

"Fine. Do I at least get sex later?"

"As a prize for good behavior," Mimi nodded, mock-seriously.

Roger grinned mischievously. "Define 'good.'"

Confusedly, Mimi said, "ummm, I don't know…" then changed her tone to flirtatious, "we'll have to see."

Roger grinned wider. "Oh, ok then…" he winked at her as he began heading towards the bathroom.