I was bored, so my mind went to work and I came out with his.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Rent though that'd rock so hard.

Mimi's POV

I had just woken up, a pretty nice fall day. Clear sky's, little breeze all around and I could hear people talking in other lofts and someone somewere is mowing their grass or so it sounded, I don't know.. I woke up, looking at Roger's amazing body as he slept. He was naked after we celebrated our 6 month anniversary. He took me out to eat, saw a movie then headed home for our alone time which took up most of the afternoon besides dinner. The man was a well oiled machine! The sunlight hit his body just right, all of the curves and turns and folds in his skin and his well toned chest and abs. I was flabergasted. How could there be such an amazing guy and he was mine. Was.. thats a horrible word.

That day, that horrible day that scared me for life. It killed me, nearly. But lets not go to far ahead, let me take you to were it had all began.

I had just gotten out of the shower, Roger was already dressed with a ACDC shirt and a pare of black jeans with a slit on one side, I did that. I went into our bedroom, shutting the door and going to my body length mirror and sitting in front of it on a stool, the lime green towel wrapped neatly around my body. I untied my hair, the long delicate curls falling on my shoulders. Roger come in, a smirk across his lucious soft lips. I looked at him through the mirror as he walked over to me wrapping his arms around me.

"I love you, you know that right?" he whispered in my ear. I nearly melted at his warm breath hitting my neck. It was a sweet smell, indescribeable.

I nodded. "Yeah, baby." I said and he moved some of the hair from my neck and kissed it softly, my skin began tingling at the touch of his lips at my sweat spot. He always knew how to get me, but I got him more. "Nice to see you happy, last night do you good, papi?" I asked with my latina accent. He loved when I did that, sometimes I could feel him getting hard just from a genlte touch of my soft hands.

"Very good. That's definetly in the top 10." he said and laughed a little. I giggled and turned facing him and shaking my head. Roger was such an amazing guy, who couldn't love him?

I stood up and let my towel drop, flashing him a wink as I walked by and went to my dresser. I pulled out a black lace bra and the matching black laced panties with some red. My favorite and Rogers as well. I watched his blue eyes traveling up and down my slender body like if he wanted to grab me and pin me to wall right then and there. He walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pushing me into the wall behind me. I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck dropping the white shirt I had in my hand saying I love NYC with a big heart instead of 'love'.

"Last night wasn't enough?" I questioned cutely.

He shook his head and placed a small kiss on my lips making me lick them when he looked at him. "Not exactly." he said.

"Well, we have shopping to do. We promised to help Jo set up a suprise party for Maureen getting a promotion." I said. He frowned playfully and kissed me again, soft and quick like if he blew onto them. But he nodded and I pulled him forward kissing him softly and passionatly, his hands traveling down to my hips and holding me as if I'd float away. Sometimes I thought I would..

We continued with our kisses, our lips parting and reconnecting with small kisses and big kisses. When he pulled and went to speak I pulling into a deep kiss, sliding my tounge over his lip until he opened his mouth letting my tounge in. I ran my tounge against his, entwineing them and swallowing whatever came into my own mouth. He was my boyfriend so what. Our heated tounge kiss continued for about 3 more minutes until I slowly parted when there was a major need for air.

Both of us licked out lips looking into eachothers eyes getting lost, the world melting away around us. He licked his lips again while I leaned up and licked his tounge. He raised an eyebrow with a amused yet pleased look to him. he stuck out his tounge and with a wide smile I began to slide my tounge around his, licking it and around his mouth but not kissing, just tounge kissing I guess. It finally ended in him laughing and closing his mouth. I wiped off around his mouth with my thumb and smiled shyly, it was always fun doing new things to him and visa versa.

"Wow, Meems. Your always full of suprises." he said. I beamed and looked at the time then kissed his cheek and moved from his grasp picking up my shirt quickly and pulling it on then getting a short black skirt with glitter around the bottom.

"C'mon, baby we gotta go." I said and he opened his mouth to say somthing but I put a finger to his lips shushing him. "Roggy, please? Then I'll reward you when we get home." I said with a wink. That caught his attention. He walked to the closet and slipped on some shoes real quick then came to me with a wide smile.

Fifteen minutes later I had my hair finished, my teeth brushed and my make-up on. We interlocked fingers and walked out of the loft and down to the stripmall.

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We arrived at Boscovs and Roger had already been whining about wanting to go and how the store was too girly. Men..

"Meems, c'mon. We can get her a purse of somthing. How about you and Angel go? This store smells funny." he said. I looked at him and gave him a small pinch to his arm. He let out a small whimper and looked at me. "What the fuck was that for?" he asked rubbing his arm like I'd punched him, and he knew what that felt like.

"I get my perfume from here and you always say its sexy." I said and crossed my arms, rolled my eyes and walked off. He groaned and fallowed with his hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket. I took Roger's suggestion into consideration and went to the purse section, loving the suprised look on his face finding out there was a small section for purses in here. He liked this one joint were it was purses, bags and shoes for men and women.

"I like this one.." I said holding up a black and white gucci bag. He made a face and I rolled his eyes and I hit him with it. It was the 7th purse I showed him and he only liked this ugly white fuzzy one that looked like someone killed a bunch of furbies and attatched their balls to a leather purse.

"Well you have weird taste, I'm stickin with this." he said holding the testicle purse. I rolled my eyes and took the gucci one to the counter and waited for someone to come, and here comes Roger running his mouth. "See, this is why I hate shopping with girls. You can't comprimise Mimi! Its our money, lets agree on something." he said.

"Our money? I"m the one who goes to work everyday for 9 to 10 hours, I'm the one who busts my ass and kills my feet everyday making a.. slut out of myself dancing in a strip joint." I said, my face contorted in anger.

"Mimi I-" he started but I cut him off.

"You? Your the one who sits at home all day trying to write fuckin songs, that are good, but damn. Your the one who begs me everyday for 15 dollars to go here and there with Collins and Mark then you come home hoping to fuck me then go to sleep." I said. Roger's jaw dropped and he was speechless I could see it and the clerk was standing there shocked as well. "So how 'bout this, buy your fuckin wierd purse with my money but be sure to tell them who bought the ugly thing you asshole." I said and walked away.

Tears fled down my cheaks, I blew up for no real reason. Well, Roger was the only person who could melt me in his hands but he was also the only person who could get in so little but hit me so deep that I just exploded! I felt bad for exploding on him like that, but in a sence maybe he deserved it. I was in the parking lot trying to get a cab when he grabbed my arm and spun me around.

"Meems, whats wrong with you? Its just a purse, are you feeling alright?" he asked me. I nodded and looked up at him.

"You get so pissed about the littlest things, Roger. Well this is my money so if I don't like somthing, accept it." I said.

"You don't gotta be mean about my opinion on a god damn purse."

"I'm not."

"Yeah you are?"

"Shut the fuck up.

"See? Exactly my point."

"What?"

"You get mad over everything. Your not the same, somthing's changing about you." he said. I raised an eyebrow.

"How so?" I questioned.

"You've turned into a bitch kinda. Are you back on drugs?" he asked in a suprisingly soft tone. My jaw dropped, how the hell can he call me a bitch and accuse me of drugs. I scrunched up my nose in anger then slapped him, hard to were he turned then looked back at me with his hand to his now red cheek. He opened his mouth to apologize, but I ignored and him and walked off.

"Mimi wait!" he called out.

I turned around and looked at him shaking my head. "Roger Davis. Go fuck yourself." I said and watched his mouth drop again and I turned walking away quickly down the street then turning down the block.

Roger stood there and put his hand in his pocket playing with the small box with soft purple leather type material..