Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

What Was That?

The sun is shining through the windows. 

You were wrapped in the white covers. 

You could feel Roger's weight spooning you. 

His arm was around your waist. 

You turned your head slightly to see Rogers's beautiful eyes meet yours. 

"Good morning love," he said. His voice was rough, almost gone, but still as "melting" as always. 

"Morning," you say. 

He didn't have soundcheck today but he had a show later tonight which was nice but you had to leave as well which was painful to think about. 

You could feel your eyes tear up. His eyes landed on yours and his eyebrows furrowed, studying your face 

"Love?"

"Sorry, I don't mean- I don't mean to cry," you say 

"Don't apologize. What's wrong?" he says. 

His hand meets your face and caresses it. 

"I'm just gonna miss you a lot." You say 

"I know I'm gonna miss you too. Come here," he says stretching his arm around you. 

You lean your head on his bare chest. It was smooth and familiar. You often liked to fall asleep in this position, your head resting on his chest. It was comforting. His arm would hug you and play with your hair or rub your shoulder. You're legs curled up under the blankets. You could feel the loose outline of underwear on but nothing more. 

"I'm glad you don't have to practice today."

"Me too. The boys are getting on my nerves I swear." He says and you giggle. "Do you promise to call any chance you get?'

"I do?" he says "and do you promise to not leave me for another girl no matter how large her tits and ass is."

"I would never." He says.

"Sure you wouldn't." He gently laughs." Ok, maybe I would in the past but not anymore. I have the most perfect girl in the world."

"I'm nowhere close to perfect rog and I'm ok with that." he starts stroking your hair. 

"You're perfect to me."

"And you're perfect to me," you say. 

"I love you." you gently add 

"what was that?" he asks. "I love you." you say louder "I love you too."

"What should we do today?' he adds after 

"Absolutely nothing but lie here." You say "you sure?" he asks leaving a slight kiss on your head. "Alright. Maybe we can eat breakfast?"

"Sure what do you wanna eat. Since it's Sunday I believe the hotel is holding a buffet thing."

You remember reading a purple sign 'EVERY SUNDAY FREE BREAKFAST FOR ALL PAYING GUESTS!' somewhere in the small lobby. 

It was a nice hotel. 

It had a four-poster bed with no top. The bedding was comfortable but any bed holding Roger Taylor would be comfortable. Even the ground. There was the door with fogged glass across from you. It had a shower, toilet, and sink vanity behind it. To your right was a wall with a huge window overlooking Cleveland. You had a nightstand next to you that held a payphone, a small bible in the drawer, and some jewelry you took off earlier. To the right was the groggy Roger. He had a nightstand with a lamp and three empty bottles of water. The same side had a small table that extended and then the entrance door. 

Brian and Chrissie were on the left side with an identical room just flipped. Freddie was across the hall three rooms down. John and Veronica were on the right side. 

"What's your favorite thing to do on a Saturday?" Roger suddenly said. You had lived together for a couple of months and he would usually ask you random questions like this. 

"Who is your biggest celebrity crush?" He asked last month. "Oh man, he is the hottest man I think that has or ever will exist. I-hmm I can't put my finger on his name." You knew his exact name. His full name in fact. 

"Describe this man." he got quite jealous at these kinds of things "it started with an R."

"R's are the worst letter. I swear ima kill this fucking man!" He sat up, red-faced. "Chill out! Spell your name."

"Uhm ok? R...-" his face went into the funniest contortions you couldn't stop laughing. "Wait, me?"

"Duh! You are so dumb!" He started tickling you, adding to your giggles. "I like hikes I guess. The picnics are nice. Being with you honestly. You?"

"I like practicing my guitar, fixing up my car, songwriting." his arms were wrapped just below your breasts. 

"You're always going on with your car! You wrote a fucking song about it!" you say in a joking way "that was for a friend who loved his car."

"But you still love yours," you say giving him a kiss. 

"What if we go to the pool and hot tub?" He asks. "That sounds wonderful," you say getting up. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Noon," Roger says giving a grin. 

"Noon? Really? What have we been doing? Then I bet the pool is already open." You say and get out of bed. 

You walk over to your dresser and pull out the same blue and white floral print bikini Roger got you for the beach trip. You slip into it then grab your towel, throw on a cover-up, and grab two water bottles. 

Roger threw on his blackboard shorts and was waiting for you by the door. You walked to the elevator, hand in hand with Roger.