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RENT Fic: His Lips

Posted by gold_digger_967 on 2006.03.18 at 10:24
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Title: His Lips
Author: Lindsey
Prompt: 31. Lips
Pairing: Roger/Mimi
Feedback: much appreciated
Word Count: 357
Summary: Mimi thinks about Roger’s lips.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: written for 50rentedsmiles
Warnings: no f-bombs!!! That’s a first! Although there are still “bad” words in this story
Disclaimer: only in my dreams...



His lips are all she can think about, now. Every second of the day and every day of the week, she thinks about them. His lips can’t escape her mind.

She remembers how they would crush onto hers after Roger had watched her perform at the Cat Scratch Club. His pale, pink lips felt good upon her dark skin and she couldn’t get enough of them.

Whenever his lips made contact with her body, she would moan with pleasure, never wanting them to breakaway. His kisses always made her feel safe and warm; when he kissed her with those beautiful lips, she felt loved.

Benny’s lips never had this kind of affect on her, not even once. Benny’s lips were rough and dry; when he kissed her, she wanted to get as far away from his lips as possible. His lips made her feel like the whore she was.

But Roger’s lips…Roger’s lips made her feel like she was the most perfect woman on the entire earth, just because she got to kiss his lips.

If she was going to miss anything about Roger it was going to be his lips. His hair was amazing, her hands loved to run through his long locks, and his eyes always seemed mysterious. But his lips just seemed so much better than his blonde hair or his green eyes. They always seemed to put her into a better mood, though sometimes his lips could be very cruel to her.

His lips would sometimes shout mean and hurtful things to her and call her things like slut, bimbo, and tramp.

Sometimes Mimi didn’t even notice what Roger said to her; her mind only noticing his lips moving up and down in a lovely formation.

Even when she did hear his cruel words, she let them slide. Hoping, just hoping that his lips would say, “I’m sorry,” and come bearing down on hers.

Whenever Mimi thought about his lips, she felt an unusual feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Maybe Mimi Marquez was falling in love with his lips. Or maybe, just maybe, she was falling in love with Roger Davis.



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