Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

A Proper Date

Next thing you know you were in a foreign bed with nothing but your underwear on. You jumped up. You were alone. 

Oh, shit what happened? What did you do? 

There was a mirror next to you, you could see your naked self. You grabbed the covers and covered yourself up. 

You heard a creak and looked to the opposite side of the room where you heard it from. "Hello," Roger says. "Uhm hi."

"I really, really like you Y/N." He says walking slowly towards you.

"I like you." You responded. "Good," he said. "And you wouldn't mind if I kissed you right?" He asks. "Well I appreciate your asking of consent now but you kissed me quite a bit last night."

"I'm truly sorry." He said sitting on his bed. "It's ok." You say. "But, that's when you were drunk, now you're just hungover and well you haven't even known me 24 hours." You say. 

"I understand. Would you like to stay with me and know me for more than 24 hours?" He said leaning his head on your blanket-covered lap. 

You moved the strand of hair out of his face. "And when am I allowed to kiss you?" He says blinking slowly. 

"Hmm, I'm not sure. I guess time will tell." He groaned at your answer. 

"Is there a problem Mr. Taylor?" You said. "I guess not," he says. He looked up worried, "Rog what's wrong?" You say. "Did you hear that? There's something in the kitchen. Come on!" He said urgently. 

You stand up and run out. "There's nothing-" you looked back at him. 

You instantly closed the bedroom door. "ROGER!" You yelled and you could hear his muffled laughs. 

"Crap," you whispered. You saw a blanket on the couch. You grabbed it and wrapped it around yourself. 

Just in time cause Rogers's bedroom door went bursting open. 

"Hah!" you say teasing him. "Oh fuck you!" he says. He runs over and hugs you from behind. 

"I'm gonna take you on a proper date." He lets you go and spins you around. "oh really? and wear will this first day be?" you say giggling. "do you like the park?" he asks

"I guess I will if the park holds Roger Taylor in it?" you say and he tickles you near your waist. 

"oh! am I that imposing?" he says. "I guess you have a pretty big impact on people," you say getting more serious. 

he kisses you. you lean in. pressing against him and bring your hands to his face. your blanket slips right above your breasts. 

he slightly hums as he presses harder in, deepening the kiss. his hands come around your waist. 

"shall we move someplace better?" he asks. you start kissing him more. 

"love are you gonna answer or just keep kissing me?" he says. "option B," you say. you sigh. 

"let's go to the couch shall we?" you say. 

you push him down on the couch and leave a small kiss on his cheek. 

"don't move." you say putting your hand on his bare chest. "ok?" he says confused. 

You walk into his bedroom. You pick out the most comfortable shirt you can. it's oversized on you but it's an orange vintage car shirt. Guess he likes cars. 

You walk out in just the shirt and underwear. "oh are you shitting me?" he says realizing what you did. "oh what are you trying to do when we haven't even been on the first date?" you say giggling as he comes up to bring you to the couch. 

"and didn't I tell you not to move?" you say his turn to put you down on the couch on your back. 

He comes on top of you, swinging his leg over you. "my god rog how much do you weigh?" you say feeling compressed by him. 

"excuse me?" he says. "you heard me," you say. he kisses you. 

After what feels like hours and you wish it was, "y/n?" he asks. 

"Mmmmm..." you say. " could-i-eat-I'm-really-hungry-" he says. you kiss him in between each word. 

"well, I guess so. I haven't been eaten for a while now," you say. 

"love, like actual food. as much as I wonder how good you taste, I would like to eat real food and now you're here I can eat something cause I'm now even sure how to boil an egg," he says. 

you blush, feeling very embarrassed. "oh now you have a girl wrapped around your finger, you just need a toy, cook, and maid?" you say, you hope he knows your joking. 

"is that what you think I am?" he asks. fuck. "it was a joke, love." you say pushing him very lightly and mocking him. "

are you mocking me?" he goes and you start into a laughing spell. he kisses you. "did you forget me telling you I'm hungry?" he repeats. 

"what do you want?" you ask. 

he clears his throat "two ham and cheese crapes, some waffles, a bowl of fresh fruit, and a tall glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice." he says, trailing his finger from your chest to your waist. 

"Your wish is my command," you say as he gets off you and you stand up. 

The shirt just barely covers your ass. 

He watches you closely over the back of the couch as you wash your hands and turn around to the counter that faces him. "what?"

"wow, I never thought I would see my three favorite things altogether?"

"what are there two other girls in this house?" you ask.

"no you, cars, the shirt I mean by cars, and food."

"I'm on the same level as cars and food?" you say sarcastically. 

"oh love, that's a compliment. food, no one can live without food just like now I couldn't live without you. and cars, they are just the most beautiful and interesting things ."

"ok then, what would you like for breakfast?" you say. "didn't I already tell you what I crave?" he says. "realistically."

"oh, I was quite realistic. but if you aren't skilled enough, I'll make some toast and jam and some orange juice Mary gave to me in the fridge," he says. 

"and who's this mary chick?" you ask. "Mary Austin? Freddie's girlfriend?"

"right," you say grabbing the bread from his bread box. You pop it in his toaster. 

He walks over after his juice has been poured and his toast, which was covered in a red gooey jam was toasted. 

He pulled out the stool and sat down as you slid the stuff over and made yourself some scrambled eggs. 

As he bit down in the crunchy toast. "beautiful." he says. "oh thank you but it's just toast and almost everyone could do that."

"I guess that almost is because I can't?" he says and you walk behind him and reach your arms around his neck. he kisses your forearm. 

"ok stop choking me, love for I can eat," he says and you kiss the top of his head unwrapping your arms.