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[aveb_feline]

Mimi's hormones are overactive.

She is lurking around the apartment ready to ponce on Roger at a moment's notice.

There is a skimpy negligee involved as well.

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[idiotwithguitar]

Poor Roger is unaware of Mimi's overactive hormones. He is sitting on the table (yes, on the table, because he just likes it better than chairs... or something), playing his guitar and singing something very softly, mostly under his breath.

[aveb_feline]

Mimi stalks him from behind, getting on the table and crawling across to him, nipping at his throat.

"Hey, baby," she murmurs, and reaches down, grabbing his crotch through his pants.

Yup. Hormones.

[idiotwithguitar]

Roger draws a sharp breath at the combination of her nipping his throat and grabbing his crotch.

"Hey," he says softly with a bit of a smile, turning toward her slightly. The song, he supposes, can probably wait.

[aveb_feline]

Mimi kisses him, hard and hot, and pushes him down to the table.

Yeah, the song will have to keep.