Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Love, Will You Help Me?

 It was almost too perfect. 

Once everything was unpacked you both ran out of the hut, hand in hand, and ran into the water. He stopped at his knees as you continued till you couldn't even touch the bottom. 

"Rog? What's wrong?"

"Um, well I don't know how to swim. I guess I didn't plan this very well. I just thought it as romantic." he said rubbing his face in a frustrated way.

"Roger stop that!" you say quickly swimming to him. You reached him and stood up. His hands wrapped around your waist and your hands went around his neck loosely. 

You wish you could take a picture of you two like this. 

"This is absolutely perfect rog! I couldn't ask for anything more! Come with me! You'll be safe I promise!"

"Ok. But don't drag me too far," he said slowly walking out with you, his hand still grasping your waist. You could feel it tense up more with every step you took. 

Eventually, you got to your shoulders and decided to stop. 

You were kissing him, his lips almost melting into yours. 

You suddenly got a mean idea.

You quickly let your legs go out beneath you and go beneath the water. You couldn't hear anything but the waves crash. It was so peaceful underneath the water. 

You swam parrel to the shore for Roger didn't have to go farther out. You kicked your feet slowly. You could hold your breath for a bit longer but you kept swimming. You opened your eyes slightly to make sure you didn't run into anything. 

Once all your breath was gone you came to the surface. Roger was facing away from you. You could hear him crying out your name. 

You slowly gathered more breath and went under swimming to the shore. You gently got out of the water and went on to the beach walks towards him. 

"Roger what are you still doing out there?" you finally yelled. He quickly jerked his head. 

"Y/N? WHAT THE FUCK!" He said running as fast as he can out of the water. He tripped and fell face first. You ran over to him and he got up. 

When you two meet he picked you up tightly running out to the dock that was close by. 

"Roger what are you doing?" You screamed as he was running with you in his arms to the end of the dock. 

He stopped at the end. It was very deep below the two of you. He kissed you. 

"Being romantic," he said between one kiss.

 He set you down and your feet touched the wood. 

"I thought you were going to throw me or something." you felt a violent force on your shoulders and you lost your balance. 

Your back was met the water with a very hard smack. You winced and quickly swam to the top and heard Roger laugh. 

"Oh fuck you!" you yelled swimming to the dock. 

"Help me up would you?" you asked him. 

"I guess I could do that." He was still laughing.

 When his hands intertwined with yours you pulled him over and into the water. 

You realized you couldn't touch the ground and you started panicking when he didn't come up. 

You dove down and felt his hair against your ankles. You fell down until you found his shoulders and pulled him up by under his arms. 

When you both popped up to the top he didn't do anything. "ROGER? ROGER I'M SO SORRY! ROG? GIVE ME A SIGN I DIDN'T JUST KILL YOU?" you say screaming and shaking him, utterly panicked

"You're my hero Y/N" He used your full name. 

"Are you shitting me?" you say pulling him into a hug and kicking with your legs for the both of you. 

"Please get us out of here though." He said. 

He kicked his legs as you swam together to the shore. 

"Ok promise to not prank each other anymore?"

"Ok promise," he said. "Seal it with a kiss?" you proposed. He kissed you. "Sealed," he said and you repeated it. 

You both walked back to the hut and dried off yourselves on the porch. You opened the french doors and walked inside. "Are you hungry?" he asks looking through the two cabinets that were in there. 

"Sorta. More like in need of a snack." You said as he threw you a bag of crisp. 

You were trying to take off your top and it wouldn't budge.

"Love, will you help me?" you asked. "Oh, just a nice swim and you're comfortable in front of me?" He says sarcastically. 

"Right, well this dang suit is sorta hard to take off. Can you help me?" you ask "sure," he says. 

You reach your arms up and he pulls off the top. "You're right that was extremely hard," he says as he does it with ease. 

"Oh piss off," you say now naked besides the damp bathing suit bottoms you have on. He wrapped his arms around you and started kissing you. You fell back on the bed as he took off the shirt he temporally had one. It felt like a dream for almost all your skin to be touched by all his exposed skin. He was on top of you, kissing you, on your lips, your neck, your chest, anywhere he could. "So what's for dinner?"

"You," he says and counties kissing you.