Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

We Are Still Coming

You and Leah had finally made it out of school. It's the night before the concert. Leah came over to your apartment at the time. You moved shortly after it. She carried a huge duffel bag of clothes for the two of you.

"Love, I must choose my outfit! what do I wear?" Leah said holding up the outfits to her body in the mirror you had slumped against the wall.

"Whatever you want L!" You say. "You always look beautiful!" You smirk, boosting her confidence. " But this is a very important night to prove to people I'm normal," she says rolling her eyes and holding up a different dress
"Why wouldn't you be normal?" You ask her confused.

"Ok my options are this, this, this, this, or this." She say ignoring you.

All the options were beautiful.

The first option is a small spaghetti strap dress with ties on the side, and a black mesh long sleeve that goes underneath the dress. Not very Leah though.

The second was a neon light green long sleeve with a cut out on the chest leaving a small strip of matching fabric around her neck like a choker.

And the third was a black latex short dress with wiring around the breasts, almost like a built in corset.

The fourth was a short black dress that had a bust that went to a belt that wrapped around the waist tightly. The bottom was tight and had a slight up one leg.

And the last one was a red velvet short dress with a square cut and the sides were cut open with ties cinching them back up.

"Wow Leah. Where did you get these. They are all very nice and all very hot but I would have to say the first one."

"Are you positive? I love them all. I can't choose but is that the right choice?"

"I think it's perfect," you say sitting in the piles of clothes she threw on the bed.

She stood up and took off her shirt. "bra or braless?" she asks. "whatever makes you feel more comfortable." you say.

she unclips it anyway. She takes off her pants revealing her lace black thong. she puts on the dress.

"Do I look bloated?" she asks. "no and even if you did, you would still look beautiful. size doesn't matter." you tell her.

She nods throwing on the mesh top after pulling down the front of the dress so it's underneath.

"Ok now, should I go with high heels? Which ones? the black or red?" she asks. "black for sure." you say.

"I guess you were right. I feel really good about this. ok, I'm going to take it off now. actually wanna take some photos?"

            "Leah it's late. it's almost one in the morning. let's take some after we wake up?" you say.

"Tomorrow i'll use some tit tape to you know push them up and together a bit." She almost winked.

"Tit tape? What the fuck is that?" You say looking at her in confusion.

"You know tape for your tits." She said, explaining the obvious.

She starts to undress as you do the same. She puts on her satin crop top and her matching shorts. You both slip into your full-size bed. a little close.

Your in a long Rolling Stones tee shirt that reaches half way to your thighs and booty shorts.

You start talk about school and finals before finally getting too tired to even open your mouth at 2 am and falling asleep.

The phone rings. Your clock read 10:28 "mhmm...." you both groan. "hello?" You say walking over to the retro phone on your desk. Of course it wasn't retro to you in this time. "Where are you?"

"What? Savi it's 10 in the morning!" you say

"well you get here at 3 pm and I wanted to make sure you were still coming." They are that kind of friend. You hang up.

"Who was that?" Leah asks. "Savi. They wanted to make sure we are still coming," you say and get back into bed.

You sleep until noon.

Leah woke up at 11 am, made coffee, and did a workout.

It's around 2 pm and you start packing. "Ok! What are you wearing?" Leah asks.

    "This." You say holding up her latex dress. "Not bad but Love, latex is not a thing! And you find any cute guys, it's kind of hard to do anything with latex." She says in a snotty way. "But I don't dress for a guy who will shag me. I dress to express myself."

    "Then what's the point of even wearing clothes," Leah says. You shake your head and laugh.

You, Leah, and Savi are all together. Elton John is playing Your song gently on Savanna's yellow stereo. "Leah, do you even know Queen or are you just trying to get into Roger Taylor's pants?" Savanna asks. "Both." She responded as you all laugh. "And you Y/N?"

    "Who knows." You say. "Excuse me?" Leah says. You laugh and her brows furrow down. "I'm joking gosh!" You say, asking yourself if you really are joking.

Suddenly Savanna's door swings open. "Jeez, do you knock!" Savi says. "Yeah jeez!" you say as her mom stands there with her bellbottoms hanging below her boney feet. "What are you doing?"

    "Nothing, just talking mom! God." They say. "Leah, can you tell her please to watch her attitude." the mom says and slams the door. "You didn't tell her, did you." you ask savi. "people don't understand pronouns or gay and lesbian, let alone non-binary and shit like this." savi says.