Light my candle
Mimi:
It was technically Christmas day when Roger and I finally got together. I guess he wasn't really sure how to go about loving someone again, so I played carefully. We sat up late that night, talking in my apartment. He laughed the way someone does when they've forgotten how to, softly, cautiously, beautifully.
I remember a few hours before hand; we were outside in the snow. I was trying so hard to convince him that he should trust me, give me a chance. He took me hand briefly and squeezed it tight. In that one gesture I'd felt all the warmth that is possible, all the good things that you can feel. I smiled at him and he returned it, hesitantly, but he returned it. "I'd forgotten how to do this" he said "until your candle burnt my skin".
I brought this up again later on and kissed me. "There are many things I'd forgotten until today" he said, "like what it was like to have something to live for"
I wasn't expecting that response from him, not just yet. It made me think; maybe he had seen me those nights at the cat scratch. Maybe it was me that he was smiling for. Maybe we did feel the same about each other. Roger's voice pulled me away from my thoughts. He held out his hand to me, "how about that dance?" he asked pulling me into him.
I took it cautiously, scared to break his resolve. I want him to trust me, to love me. The way I love him. He pulls me in close and we keep in time with the music coming in from the apartment below. He put his free hand on my waist and I tensed, waiting for him to pull way. He doesn't. Instead he pulled me in closer to him and kisses me. He held me tight, as though he never wanted to let go. And I never wanted him to. His kiss is like a drug... no better. If there were no drugs left in the world I'd survive withdrawal on his kiss.
Before long desire took over, destroying any traces of rational thought. Roger moved with surprising speed. Within seconds my clothing was on the floor beneath my feet. I pushed him back onto the couch, allowing him to pull me down on top of him. We kissed again, timidly at first, but then with the most passion I've ever felt in a kiss. After a while I sensed hesitation again and pulled away "what's wrong"
He smiled "nothing" I wasn't fooled, and gave him a sceptical look.
Roger sighed "I'm scared, that's all" he said, running his hand over my naked back.
I kissed him softly "you can't hurt me"
"I can't hurt you" he agreed "and I promise I won't"
He kissed me again and allowed me to pull off his shirt. I was amazed at how wonderful his chest felt, for someone who was still coming out of drug withdrawal.
It wasn't long before the rest of his clothing accompanied mine. It felt so good to feel his bare skin against mine for the first time. Roger's kisses became more insistent, needier. I knew exactly what he wanted. I moved my leg around his waist and grinded against him, revelling in the sounds of pleasure I received. "Mimi!" He moaned as I took him in my hands "I need you"
I nodded and slowly lowered myself onto him. I'd never felt anything like the pleasure Roger gave me.
He put his hands on my hips and guided me whilst I regained my composure. I needed to wrap my arms around him tightly as we sped up, wanting to feel every part of him against me.
Roger changed our position quickly, never breaking our connection. He thrust on top of me, slowly at first but gradually building up until we back at our previous pace.
I must have woken up the entire building as I cried out in release. Luckily his calling out my name was just as loud. He thrust faster, until he was completely spent, then collapsed against my chest, still inside me. I pulled him closer to me. He kissed me again and in that moment he didn't need to say it. I knew he loved me the same way I loved him.