Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

You Know Our Stuff?

The sun is slowly starting to set and you were still on the picnic date. 

Roger suddenly gets up and walks towards a nearby oak tree. 

"Rog?" you ask. He comes back with a guitar in his hand. "You play?" you ask him studying the acoustic guitar.

"Not that good. If you prefer guitarist I recommend my mate Brian but I'm trying to learn," he says. 

"Well lucky for you, I prefer the world's greatest drummers.

"Well lucky for you," he says mocking you, "you're dating the world's greatest drummer," he says with a slight laugh. 

"You mean the world's most modest drummer?" you say and he tickles you as you fall back laughing.

"Better get used to it. Between me and Freddie, we have the biggest ego's on earth."

"So are we couple now?" you ask changing the subject. 

"Do you wanna be?" he asks you politely. 

"Let me see?" you kiss him, you lean back and kiss him again. 

"Hmmm..." you say thinking but you already know the answer. 

"I guess I would like that." You say and he has the biggest smile. 

"I was hoping you would say that." 

He sat next to you with his guitar in his hand. You start humming Keep Yourself Alive and he immediately looks at you. "You know our stuff?"

"Obviously? Why wouldn't I have been to your concert?" you say and he laughs. 

"Oh yeah," he says, almost sad. A breeze comes through and you shiver. "Love are you cold?"

"I'm fine, just I forgot my jacket." You say as a slight shiver runs over your body.

He puts his guitar aside and stands up. He reaches into the basket and pulls out a black lump of a jacket. He opens it and wraps it around you. Almost instantly you warm up. He leaves a small and soft kiss on top of your head. He pulls your braid over the jacket and sits back down and picks up his guitar. 

"And what would you like?" He asks. "How about...something new. Something not heard in the public."

"You know I can't do that Y/N." He says. "Not even for me?" you say, giving him a pout. "Oh, you little-, I guess I could never say no to that face." He says. 

He gently strums. He pulls out a piece of paper from his pant pockets. "Sing this," he says as you open up the paper square. "It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays that bored you to rages of tears, the unending pleadings, to waste all your good times" you sing as he strums. "It's beautiful rog."

"Thank you. I decided to go for a softer song this time. I wrote it and it sort of came out American? It won't be on our up-and-coming album since that's all I have but I hope to finish and put it on the one after." He says. 

"Well, what's it called?" You ask. "I believe I want to call it Drowse but I'm not sure.."

"It's really amazing so far." You ask "Thanks," He says and you notice his blush."Well, then Mr. Taylor I must say I'm impressed." You say. "You sing one!"

"Ok-" he thinks in his head. He started to play the guitar, "Oh give me a good guitar, and you can say that my hair's a disgrace, just find me an open car I'll make the speed of light outta this place" He says and stops. 

"Oh, I remember that one on your newest album, Sheer Heart Attack ."

"Yeah. We have a very exciting song coming out on A Night At The Opera- fuck I wasn't supposed to tell you the name, please don't mention anything about it"

"I'm excited to hear it, and I won't say a peep," you say. "I'm excited for you to hear it. You're welcome at our studio now that we are boyfriend and girlfriend, you'll be able to hear all our bickering as well."

"Oh, I can't wait." You say as he leans down in your lap looking up at you. You lean back and play with his hair gently. You talk about stories of your childhoods, of his band, of your friends, and of college. 

"I studied dentistry."

"Glad you failed with that." You say laughing. 

"I never failed for your information. I simply dropped out, being a drummer was cooler."

"Oh sure." You laugh. 

"How do you make your voice go so high like on My Fairy King. It is absolutely the most incredible thing. I want to listen to it for hours."

"I'm not sure how I do it. I guess I just do. I did it at the concert as well." He says. 

"Do you like it or do I sound like a little girl screaming?" He asks. "I love it, your soft singing voice is so attractive yet peaceful at the same time." You say. 

Before you both know it, the sun is almost completely gone. "Shit, I don't wanna be in the woods at night."

"What are you scared?" You ask and raise an eyebrow. "N-no just don't like it." He says. 

You help him pack up the stuff and head out holding hands. 

"When will I be getting that car shirt back?" You realized you never returned it. 

"Oh I'm really sorry, I'll bring it next time."

"No need. You look amazing in it. And besides, that gives an excuse to see you again. Would you like to go home or stay the night?" He asks as you blush at his words. 

"Why not, I'll stay with you. But you have to drive me to the college tomorrow." You say. 

"Imperial college for fashion design." You add. 

"Wow. Fred did that before Queen." He says. 

"But otherwise deal," he adds. 

You make it to his car. He puts the basket in the back and you get in the passenger seat as he opens the door for you. 

The whole ride he keeps his hand on your thigh. 

You watch all the streets of London lighting up in all their glory. It's absolutely beautiful.