My Mimi | By : pissiMissi Category: Musicals/Plays > RENT Views: 1356 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: My Mimi
By: pissiMissi
Rated: R
Pairing: Mark/Mimi
Disclaimer: Characters © J. Larson, Lolita © V. Nabokov
Summary: Mark gets an idea when Mimi comes home from work.
Author’s Note: Mark strikes me as a guy that knows good literature. The ‘show’ reference is from ‘A Secret Between Us’
He only pretended to read after she had walked in the door. Her dark curls of hair up in two ponytails on the sides of her head, his eyes traveled down just in time to see her flash a bright smile at him. She took small steps into the kitchen area her hips swaying a little the way they always did his eyes glued to them immediately a blue and black plaid skirt just below her hips, it was tight around her ass. The book he held slipped only slightly in his hands, his eyes traveled back up her body a thin white button up shirt clung to her skin he could see her darkened nipples through it easily. He watched every rise and fall of her chest and once again he began the downward spiral, the way her thighs brushed together as she walked around, where her knees began white school girl socks clothed the rest of her legs.
“Another one of your special shows tonight?” Mark asked feeling the color rise in his cheeks. He tightened his grip on the book his fingers slight with sweat and continued ‘reading’.
She nodded after pouring herself a cup of tea he made an hour before, “Yeah.” She sighed walking over to join him on the couch. “Another pathetic try for better business.” Mimi tilted her head, “Reading dirty sex books again, huh?” She purred, her lips just inches from his ear, “I must be doing wrong.”
His face was growing hotter but he shrugged it off trying to look focused but in truth it was the fourth time he’d read the same sentence. “Lolita is not a sex book you would know that if you had read it when I gave it to you for your birthday last year.”
She sipped her tea and leaned her head against his shoulder, “Whatever. It’s hard to focus on anything these days much less a book.”
Mark felt her nails caress his neck sending shivers down his spine. She was great at that. He sucked in a breath as her teeth bit into his shoulder. Then something struck him, an idea, she was always the one in control of what they did he offered it up of course. He liked being controlled and especially by her, Mimi always knew what to do. But tonight would be his turn to show her just how much she belonged to him and besides she wanted to dress up like a schoolgirl, fine, just as long as he was the only one she would ever truly look the part for. His very own Lolita. “Stop,” Mark said setting the book down on the arm of the couch. He smiled, “I have an idea.”
She grinned her brown eyes wide with mischief, “Really? Want me to get some toys?”
He smiled and shook his head, “Get soap, a glass of water and a new razor from the bathroom.”
Mimi stared blankly at for a several seconds, “What?”
“Then,” he continued, “I want you to take off these clothes except this...” he grabbed his scarf from off the back of the couch and wrapped it around her neck. Mark always loved the way she looked in his scarf the way she pulled on it when she was about to come with him, beautiful.... “except this, and lay down on the floor next to the bed.” He knew it sounded crazy, “Trust me.”
She didn’t understand but obeyed and slid off the couch, put her cup in the sink and did as he told her. Her hands shook with excitement and confusion, she put a blanket on the floor where she was to lay down and positioned herself on her back, in nothing but the scarf. Her hair was out of the ponytails now, long and curly against her shoulders surrounding her face. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath trying to relax.
Mark took a pair of scissors from the drawer in the kitchen area, mentally couching himself for what he was about to do.
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She trembled beneath him her legs bent at her knees spread out of his way, her usual caramel colored cheeks were crimson with embarrassment and shock as Mark cut away her dark curls, the down hair tickled her inner thighs as they fell. Her breathing was shaky feeling his cool breath on her skin, brushing away the hair he continued cutting until it was short enough for the razor.
Mimi chewed on her bottom lip, “M-Mark, don’t cut me.” She whimpered.
Setting the scissors down he took up the razor, lathering his fingers up with it he massaged it into the fuzz that was left between her legs. Mark closed his eyes as he dipped the clean blade into the water. His free hand gripped onto where her thigh and torso met she let out a whimper as the hot blade moved across her skin removing the hair. Mark, satisfied with the clean shave, fought off all desire to stroke the bald spot. He would not allow himself to touch her until he was finished.
“I won’t. Relax.”
He watched as she shivered, small chill bumps lifted her caramel skin, pinching the folds of skin, Mark moved them out of the way. He groaned his pants suddenly becoming way too tight, shifting his weight uncomfortably above her, Mark continued the task at hand.
Mimi lifted her hips pathetically as he pulled the blade away dipping it into the water to clean it off.
Mark bit his lip the wrinkle of concentration formed on his forehead. He looked at her the way an artist looks at his painting, his eyes ever watchful for any beads of blood, carrying her illness.
Her chest was heaving, her skin was on fire like nothing she had ever felt. This was strange but erotic at the same time, only Mark could master something like shaving and make it hot. His blue eyes sparkled behind his glasses. His cool breath on her skin made her shiver with need.
“Done.” He set the razor down in the water glass. His fingers brushed over her velvety flesh, her warm folds of skin protecting her sweet spot. Perfection. Mark pressed his lips against her baby soft skin.
She moaned feeling his hot tongue drag over her tender skin. Her head swam in the ecstasy of his soft strokes the way it separated the skin. Once he pulled away, breathless Mimi lifted herself up on her elbows she looked down at herself. She blushed, “Oh god....I-I look like a little kid.”
Mark wiped the fog off of his glasses with his shirt, “That’s the idea.” His face was burning now along with his loins.
Mimi grinned, “You dirty little fucker.”
“You know you like it.”
The image of her beneath him her cheeks rosy as ever, her eyes glazed over with want. She was his forever. His little girl. His Mimi.
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