A N G E L (Roger Daltrey)

Nineteen

Janice's POV

My time in Chicago passed all too quickly.

We squeezed every drop of fun out of the trip that we possibly could. My favorite part of all, though, was probably the art museum.

Walking hand in hand through a maze of Degas, Cassatt, Mondrian, and Kahlo—it was magical.

We were standing in front of Seurat's A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte, which is huge by the way, when I was overcome with emotion.

"What's wrong, darling?" Roger asked, pushing my hair out of my face.

"I-I don't know. It's just, the painting is so beautiful, and you're so beautiful, and we're leaving soon, and, like, man, I don't know." The tiny dots making up the painting blurred into smooth blobs of color as the tears welled up in my eyes.

Roger put his arm around my shoulders, leaning his head against mine.

"Don't worry about leaving yet, Jan. We'll deal with that bit when it comes, no sooner."

"Yeah." I sniffled.

"That's my girl!" He smiled and squeezed my shoulder.

I sighed, getting lost in the painting for a second.

"Are you about ready to go back to the hotel?" He asked, pulling me from the pointillist piece.

"Oh. Yeah, I'm ready. I wish we were allowed to take pictures, this has been way cool. Thanks for bringing me." I smiled up at him.

"Of course. If we come again, we ought'a bring John. He loves art, even does a little himself. He's got this weird cartoony style. It's like nothin' I've ever seen, but I think it's alright. We've been trying to convince him to do an album cover for us." Roger shrugged.

I gaped a bit at the prospect of taking another trip with the man of my (and everyone else's) dreams, but I found my cool again as fast as I could.

"Huh. That's cool. Do you think he'd draw me if I asked?" I questioned as we walked out of the building.

"Yeh, maybe. He might have you buy him lunch in return or something, but I think he'd draw ya."

"Great!" I smiled.

When we got back to the hotel, I decided to completely unpack and repack both my suitcase and my purse, just to neaten things up a little and make leaving a smoother process.

In the bottom of my purse was the lingerie Nancy had made for me. I jumped a little when I saw it, not believing I had almost forgotten about it. I wadded everything up in my hand and pranced to the bathroom to put it on.

I stripped out of my clothes and tossed them in a pile in the floor. Then I pulled on the iridescent g-string, scrutinizing myself in the mirror. It was still the tiniest one I'd ever seen. I was almost disappointed that it hadn't magically grown a little during its time in my purse. Somehow, it seemed more lewd than being naked entirely! I remembered the way Nancy had flipped it at me like a rubber band when she gave it to me.

Next, I stepped into the satin shorts, admiring the butterflies Nance had lovingly embroidered on them. Finally, I put on the delicate little bra, adjusting it so the matching butterflies covered my nipples.

Roger knocked at the door then.

"Are you decent?" He asked. "Not that it matters, I guess. I'm coming in!"

Before I could say anything, the door swung open.

"Ho-ly fuck." He marveled.

I stood there like a deer in headlights. I hadn't planned for this, I was going to walk out on my own time and make some big show of it, but apparently that was not supposed to happen.

"Baby, baby, baby," he repeated, reaching out and putting his hands on my waist, "I am going to wreck you."

I giggled. "Nancy said to tell you you're welcome. She made the set."

"It's beautiful." He held me at arm's length to get a good look. "You look absolutely edible."

I blushed, a nervous sweat breaking out over my body.

Ah. There's the sweat. I was wondering when it would happen.

I buried my head in Roger's chest. Why this time felt so different, I didn't know. I liked the way the hot waves of adrenaline and anxiety washed over me though.

"Take me to bed, pretty boy." I said quietly.

"You don't hafta ask me twice." He grinned and scooped me up bridal style, carrying me out of the bathroom and then throwing me down onto the bed.

I shrieked as I bounced on the mattress, nearly knocking my brains out on the headboard.

"Way to go, you almost concussed me!" I playfully glowered.

"It was 'sposta to be unexpected and sexy," Roger peeled his tight t-shirt off and threw it into the great beyond somewhere, "so shut up."

"Yeah, yeah. Make me." I rolled over on to my stomach and planted my face into a pillow.

The bed dipped as he crawled on top of me, trapping my legs between his knees. His hands came down on either side of my body, and his long curls brushed over my mostly bare skin as he leaned down to whisper in my ear,

"Don't threaten me with a good time, little girl."

I shivered, and he let out a quiet chuckle.

I felt him sit back on his knees, which were still holding my legs in place, before scooping my hips up into the air and pressing himself into my barely-covered rear. I heard him undo his pants and then the sensation of clothed dick was replaced by flesh on flesh.

What a state I'd found myself in, face down ass up in a Chicago hotel with a famous musician. I kept my head hidden in the pillows and tried not to get existential about it.

I shifted to get a breath in, and Roger took this as his cue to grab a handful of my long hair and yank my head back. Shocked, I let out a squeal that morphed into a moan.

"I just wanna fuck you already." He growled.

He let go of me, and I collapsed into the bed, breathing in shaky breaths as he completely removed his pants and underwear and let them fall to the floor. He climbed back onto the mattress and flipped me over.

I stared at him in wide-eyed, lusty disbelief. My eyes traveled from his baby blues to his cross necklace and down his chiseled body until they landed on his cock, which twitched tantalizingly. Call me crazy, but it almost seemed like a halo-like aura surrounded him.

"You're gorgeous." I finally mustered.

"You too." He returned smoothly.

He grabbed my hands and pulled me up, both of us sitting on our knees staring at each other for a moment. Then we leaned in, and he swept me away into some other universe with a heartfelt kiss.

My butterfly bra and shorts came off, and so did the thong. The next blissful moments were filled with wandering hands and mouths until he laid me down and slid himself into me.

Afterwards, he held me gently and combed the tangles out of my hair with his fingers, sweetly telling me how beautiful I looked below him and praising me for doing so well. A swarm of butterflies like the ones on my lingerie had set up camp in my stomach at his words.

I reached out my hands and began to separate his own tousled hair, reshaping individual curls around my index finger, memorizing how soft they were and how they bounced back when I tugged them straight.

"Hey Jan?" Roger asked as I was about to fall asleep.

"What?" I blinked at him slowly.

"You mean the world to me. I just wanted you to know that. And I want you to know how much I'm dreading putting you on that plane tomorrow, 'coz I'll miss you terribly."

His words hung in the air for a second. I wasn't sure what to say. I just shimmied closer and pressed our foreheads together, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

"I'm gonna miss you too."

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Hey kids, we're back. Sorry I died. I'm gonna do my best to finish something for once! Now that it's summer I have some free time so hopefully more chapters will be coming soon :) much love