AN: The end of my Emily Story Arc begins here. Because of that, I'm going to make every attempt to make this my finest work yet. And I can promice that everyone is going to be in this story. So, here's the first instalment. Enjoy it.

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Mark shuffled out of the Loft, closing the sliding metal door behind him, the sounds of low moaning, guttural growls, and squeaking bed springs echoing in the Loft, and in his head. There was no way he was going to get any sleep with those two going on like that. It was time to cash in on the long-standing offer of Emily, the Bohemian photographer he’d been officially dating for two months now. Mark slowly made his way down the dark staircase, trying not to loose his footing, while contemplating how the stairs had seen much better days. The wood was certainly getting very brittle, that was for sure. He could always feel it shifting under his weight every time he used them. Casting those thoughts aside, he reached Emily’s door and knocked. After a long wait, the door opened, and a sleepy-looking Emily looked back at him, in her two-piece pajama set that featured a baseball pattern.

“Hi, Emily.” Mark smiled sheepishly. “Really sorry to come by so late, but… they’re at it again.”

“Again?” Emily gaped incredulously; turning her eyes to the part of the ceiling she knew was below Roger and Mimi’s room. “Man, those two are insatiable, aren’t they? Okay, then. Just give me a moment to get you a pillow and blanket.” Emily moved to a wooden trunk positioned by the window, and took out a heavy comforter and a small foam pillow. Almost routinely, she arranged them on her sofa, making a makeshift bed. Mark knew from experience he shouldn’t offer help. Emily liked taking care of people. It was part of her nature.

“I’m really sorry about this, Emily.” Mark apologized.

“Don’t worry about it.” Emily waved off the apology. “It’s not your fault. You just get yourself some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” Clutching her cane, Emily began to return to her bed. Mark, however, took hold of her arm as she passed to stop her, and gave her a quick kiss.

“Really, Emily. Thanks.”

“Anytime, Mark.” Emily replied, kissing him in return before continuing to her bed. “I’ll make you some Mickey Mouse pancakes tomorrow. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds great, thanks.” Mark grinned, getting into his makeshift bed on Emily’s sofa, sleep coming to him soon afterwards.

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The first thing Mimi felt as her body eased out of sleep was the warmth of the sun on her skin. Keeping her eyes closed, she contented herself to just lie there for a bit. Stretching out her legs slightly made her aware of the familiar soreness in her muscles, particularly in the lower regions. The memory of what had occurred last night to cause that pleasant type of pain brought a smile to her face. Mere moments after her thoughts turned to him, she felt a feather-light touch run across her face, as fingers stroked some of her hair out of her face, and tucked it behind her ear. At the touch, Mimi finally decided to open her eyes, which brought a bare chest into focus. Smiling wider, she brought her eyes upward to take in the passionate green eyes and loving smile that was currently directed at her.

“Morning, Baby.” Roger spoke in a voice made husky by sleep, bending down and placing a warm, heavy kiss on her lips.

“Mmm. How long have you been up?”

“Not too long. You just looked so peaceful; I didn’t have the heart to wake you up.” Roger continued to place a series of kisses on Mimi’s bare shoulder and collarbone. “You’re so beautiful.”

“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?” Mimi smirked, curling up against him, fully enjoying the feel of his skin on hers as his strong arms pulled her closer. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” The lovers began kissing once again, making full use of their teeth and tongues, fully prepared to start another round. However, the moment was spoiled when the sound of a growling stomach filled the room. Mimi pulled back, giggling at the sight of Roger’s embarrassed face.

“Aw, you hungry, Babe?” Mimi grinned.

“Well… yeah.” Roger blushed. Mimi kissed his rough cheek and rolled out of bed, taking the blanket with her to wrap up her naked body.

“Come on. Let’s see if we can find some breakfast.” Roger smiled, and followed his wife into the kitchen, not even bothering to grab his boxers from the floor. “Let’s see.” Mimi scanned through the contents of the cabinet. “We got half empty coffee bags, canned fruit, stale cereal, and…”

“Okay, I can take a hint.” Roger chuckled, hugging her from behind. “We’ll go grocery shopping today.”

“Well, if you insi… Roger! Stop!” Mimi fell into a fit of giggles when Roger’s hands started tickling her sides. Their laughter rang out as Mimi squirmed out of his hold and started running off, with Roger chasing after her, and managing to catch up to her in front of the couch, pulling her to his chest, kissing her neck and shoulder. At that moment, they heard a knock on the door, which slid open immediately afterwards, giving the exposed Roger barely enough time to hide himself behind Mimi. Outside the Loft door stood Emily.

“Oh, you’re up.” Emily noted, eyeing their current situation. “I’m just coming by to tell you two that I have pancakes downstairs. You’re free to join us, if you’d like. As soon as you get dressed, of course.” With that, Emily slid the door closed again, but not before they could catch a glimpse of her amused grin. Roger and Mimi stayed where they were for a bit longer, with Roger resting his chin on Mimi’s shoulder, the couple grinning and laughing quietly. Grocery shopping could wait until after breakfast.