One Shots (english)

Rogerique

  -Stop the drama.- said Dominique while rolling her eyes.

  -It's not drama!- answered Roger holding his elbow. -You don't know how it hurts.

  -Rog, I birthed your child. I know what pain is.

  -Yeah, but didn't we take care of you after? I need you to take care of me now.

   Dominique sighed. -Alright, come here.- she said placing a kiss in her boyfriend's cheek.

   She knew Roger was a drama queen, and she was already used to it, but that didn't stop her from making fun of him because of that with the Queen boys and Crystal. She also knew that he didn't make drama, quite the opposite, with things that realy mattered. Like his childhood. But she also knew he wouldn't like to be judged by that, that's why she never talked about it, even if it bothered her.

  -I think I need a band-aid.- said Roger with his best lost puppy eyes.

  -So let's buy one, mon amour.- she answered, giving him another kiss, but this time on the top of his hand covering his bruise.

   They were on vacation, visiting Dominique's birth city, a small french town. Few people knew that the blond with the deep blue eyes was The Roger Taylor, drummer of the Great band Queen. Just like few people knew him there, he also knew little of there, as he only visited the city a couple times before. Not used with how things worked there, he tried to cross the street when he saw no car, but he didn't expect the bikes.

   The blond had been hit by a man in a bike the moment his feet left the sidewalk, what made him fall and hurt his arm. The man tried to apologise but only Dominique understood him, what made Roger, a tiny ball of anger, get even more mad. Sometimes only Dominique could calm Roger down, and considering he would do pretty much anything for her, he always calmed down. And after cleaning the bruise in a street faucet, they started to look for a pharmacy.

  -There, there's one.- said the brunette, leading the way and guiding the blond by the hand.

   He observed her talking to the pharmacist in french. Roger loved when she talked in french. He could listen to her all day, even tho he didn't understand anything. And he was pretty sure every man loved his girlfriend's accent. But he didn't mind, cause it was for him she would go back to every night. Dominique also knew that every woman would melt only by looking at Roger. But she also didn't mind, for the same reason.

  -Here, chéri.- said Dominique, taking Roger out of his reverie, while opening the band-aid box, all covered in animals and fruits figures.

  -But, Dom, these are children's.

  -Oh, my bad, I should've bought the baby's ones for you.

  -You love to bully me don't you?- asked Roger with a playfull tone.

  -It's the highlight of my life.- she answered between giggles, while placing the band-aid in the right spot and placing a gentle kiss on top of it. She didn't have to justify to him or to say sorry. He knew he was loved by her.

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