Author's Notes: "Dirait On" is French for "So they say". Yes, I know this pairing is unheard of, but it suddenly became extremely hot to me as I thought about it. Let me know what you think. Don't read if you don't like smut, mmkay? Thanks. Haven't written in a while and I miss it.

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"Oh really?"

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into Roger."

Slowly, he walked up to her, embracing her tall-heeled frame as she leaned her own body into his. Grabbing her behind hungrily, Roger took this creature, this person who he'd only have the right or pleasure to say a quick hello too and placed his lips onto hers slipping his tongue into her mouth. Moaning quietly, she placed her hands onto his face deepening their kiss. Involuntarily, the two began backing up until the back of Roger's legs hit the bed.

Breaking the kiss, Roger sat himself on the bed pulling Angel onto him, motioning her to straddle him. She did so moving the hair from her wig out of her perfectly painted face, before finally reuniting their lips once again. Angel lifted the front of her skirt, getting herself free so that she could grind Roger as he caressed her firm backside. Rock hard, Roger could feel her own erection graze against his as she moved her hips expertly in a circular motion.

Freeing his hands from underneath her skirt, Roger placed his chilly hands up Angel's back causing her to wince at the temperature change. As he caressed her back, he brought his fingers to her nipples playing with them slightly as she moaned, biting her lower lip slightly. Lifting her blouse, Roger flicked each nipple eagerly with his tongue making sure to fondle her ass again, as her moaning was turning him on. "Mmmm…" She moaned as he licked and kissed her chest. Her hands grasping his arms as each shock of pleasure took her body.

He wanted nothing to do but touch her, he was fascinated as they all were with Angel, but more than everyone else he wanted to experience what Collins experienced, he wanted to taste what Collins' tasted. Since the day the sauntered into the loft handing Mark and himself a wade of money, he was quietly infatuated with her, often eyeing her every move. He genuinely lusted after her, a sensation that hadn't hit him since April. Who was Angel really? Why had she come to them? What was the point of his obsession? So many questions had run through Roger's head as he helped Angel pull her panties down to her ankles.

Using Roger's shoulder for balance, Angel took off her jade green panties off of her stiletto and dropped them to the floor. Following her lead, Roger stood up removing his jeans as he watched Angel bend down to dig through her purse, watching her find a tiny bottle of lube and palming it into her hand. The rocker groaned as he eyed her soft brown behind underneath her short skirt, his erection becoming unbearable. Sitting himself, back on the bed, Roger waited as patiently as he could for her to come back.

"Do you know what to do sweetie?"

Roger began to stutter a little bit, nervous about not knowing what to do.

"No." He said simply.

Smiling, Angel opened the bottle of lube and poured some into her hand smoothing it onto to Roger's hard member. Closing his eyes, Roger began to concentrate on Angel's delicate hand moving up and down his shaft, surrounding himself in the scent of the lubricant.

"Here sweetie, take this."

Roger quickly opened his eyes, opening his hand to her. She poured some onto his right hand and took the rocker's hand to her backside motioning him to spread her butt cheeks.

"Just put your fingers inside me." She breathily moaned as she anxiously waited the penetration to come to her.

Roger did so, making sure to treat her body gently as she adjusted to his fingers. "Fuck." Angel said as she began to grind Roger's fingers as he went as deep as he could inside of her. Taking them out, Roger wiped the remainder of the lube on the entrance to her, teasing her.

When the two had decided that they were ready, Angel passionately kissed Roger as she moved into position over him, her heels digging into his thighs. Roger's large member caused the drag queen to recoil at the pain, taking her time to get her body used to someone that wasn't Collins. "Oh God…" She cried out as she finally got her body where it needed to be and all pain ceased to exist.

Bucking slowly, Angel lifted her body in and up and down motion, listening to the slap of her body against Roger's own. Wordless, the rocker buried his face into her chest, cupping underneath her to give her more of a bounce as they fucked. Forgetting about her skirt that was soaked in lubricant and sweat, Angel rammed herself onto Roger's penis, her orgasm not far away.

Roger's mind was a blank, this is what it feels like, and this is what it feels like to experience Angel. If they were going to fuck, he was going to make it a good fuck for her because it was already a done deal for him. Taking her hips, Roger helped the drag queen to ram himself inside her, feeling her tense around him as they quickened their pace.

"Fuck…me….!" Angel screamed feeling her wig bounce on top of her head, tickling her ear. "Roger…fuck…me…"

Fuck her he did.

She came, all over his stomach, her seed warm and sticky as she came down. Her moans didn't stop, and they wouldn't stop as she began to feel another orgasm as large as her first be possible for her. The two's pace quickened even faster as they rammed one another, Roger's voice springing out in "fucks" and "shits".

Coming, Roger sprayed himself deep inside of Angel as she continued to fuck him as her second orgasm came to her. Yelping out, Angel completely slumped onto Roger's body as he gasped for air. Giggling, Angel laid her head on Roger's chest, kissing it occasionally. "I told you Davis, I told you that you didn't know what you were getting yourself into."

Roger laughed out loud, his chest rising and falling quickly, "Yeah right…who said I didn't?"