Disclaimer: I don't own the genius that is RENT. That's all thanks to Jon Larson.
Warnings: Mentions of sex and contains foul language. It's RENT, whatcha expect?
Heyyy, kiddies. I know I haven't touched this fic in a while. But, I'm hoping my old readers will return and some new ones as well.
This one explores Roger's lustful life. Oh, this should be fun. (;
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There's something about sex that is intoxicating. When you find someone that you love being with every move, every silence in between breathing seems like a drug. Sex becomes a legal drug.
Your mother tells you it's human to want to have sex. Your father tells you not to do it at all.
But somehow, you discover sex. It pulls you in, seeps into your mind makes your soul yearn for more. Acceptance and need are all wrapped into one package when you find someone who agrees to have sex with you.
What happens though, when you find someone that you actually love? When you both decide to make that commitment to one another, what does it mean? What does it feel like?
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"Oh, wow baby. That was…I can't even…" Roger slips his hand up to his girlfriend's face, slick with sweat, and brings her face to his. "I love you." His eyes shine along with his words.
A small giggle escapes from the petite Latina. "I love you too honey. You were amazing." She runs her fingers through her long wet hair and sits up in the bed. The sheet she had wrapped around her slips from her form. Roger's eyes wander immediately and Mimi fixes her covering from the cold.
Roger sits up. He wraps his arms around his lover and pulls her body into his. His fingertips run down her arms as he breathes in her coconut shampoo from the top of her head. "I really can't believe how much better this is now that we've said 'I love you', you know? I mean, it's deeper," he blushes at the pun—something Mimi loves dearly, "more of a connection than we've ever had before."
Mimi turns her front to his, still wrapped in his arms. She kisses his left arm. "I know what you mean. It's like I can feel any words you might have said to me. I can feel that you love me, literally, with all that you are."
"I really do you know." Roger locks his eyes with hers, drowning in their beauty.
"I know you do my love." She strokes the side of his face, running her thumb over his rough unshaven cheek. "And I love you more than I could ever say in words alone."
Roger tickled her sides. "Is that why we keep doing this?" Mimi giggles. "Practice until you can speak?"
Mimi's stretches wider across her face as she escapes his tickling grasp. "No! Well, I mean it is practice." Roger's confused face urges her to continue. "You know, it's said that children are born adorable if the parents have good sex. So, therefore it's practice so we can have gorgeous children!"
Roger's face twists in a held laugh. A snort escapes him. "Baby, that's the silliest thing I've ever heard. We'd already have gorgeous children. Look at us!" Roger turns them both to the distant mirror on the far wall of his room.
Mimi snuggles into her rocker, watching their reflection and smiling. They really were a pretty good looking couple. The young woman bites her lip with a sudden thought. She catches Roger's eye in the mirror. "Wanna get some more practice?"
Roger winks in the mirror. "Gotta keep those babies gorgeous!"
Human lust.
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Ha-ha. That was fun. I love Roger and Mimi. Well, even if I did take that from life. So what?
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Love always,
saygnightx