Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Under The Covers

"So what happened what did she say?" Roger asked as you met up with him in the waiting room. 

"Well, she says I have something called Arrhythmia." You explained it to him. "So pills for a year and that's it?" You started walking out of the hospital. 

"Yeah. Well, there's one but to it." You say. 

You asked some questions after with the doctor. "What is that?"

"I can't get pregnant, oh and I have to avoid "stressful" situations whatever the fuck that means."

"Oh," he said. He seemed disappointed. "Maybe that's a good thing? The pregnancy thing?" He said as you both got in the van.

"Yeah, I guess so." He sighed. "Does the "stressful" situation thing" He made the quotes with his fingers. "Include like" he then started fidgeting with his fingers. "Marriage." he simply said. 

You inhaled, not ever thinking about how stressful marriage, planning, parties, honeymoons, money, guests, food, oh my fucking god it's already stressful.

"Roger I-"

"It's ok. I completely understand. Maybe it's good we wait a year you know."

"Oh well I was gonna say I think what's stressing me out is not marrying you." he smiled. 

"I was hoping you would say something like that."

"Oh really?" you ask. You are both sitting in the van. His beloved van. He had two cars. This one and his fancy car some fancy model of an Aston Martin, you forgot the exact model. 

"Come here." He said climbing in the back. 

He took off his clothes. Quickly and gently. 

He then reached his hands to you. Slipping your shirt over your head, then your bra, then pants and underwear. 

Oh, it felt so good you couldn't stop. 

His mouth roaming your body, his hands roaming. 

Everything everywhere and oh fucking lord did it feel good. 

Of course, it always felt amazing to have sex with Roger but it was always, almost every time felt even more incredible than the last. You lost track of how many times you've done it with him honestly. 

A knock disrupted your blissful and long love session. 

"Who the fuck is it?" Roger said rolling next to you. 

Your brains had melted. Just a gooey sexy mess. 

His hand was helping pull a blanket over your body. 

"Oh god damn Rog," you whispered. 

"Hey!" You heard a familiar voice yell. 

Roger peaked through the curtain over the back window where the knock was. 

"What the?"

"HEY!" You heard muffled. 

Roger slid on his shirt and tossed you yours. You threw it on. Roger opened the back door. 

You saw your reflection in the glass. Oh, you looked like a fucking mess but you didn't care. 

You saw Freddie peek in as Roger sat back on his knees. 

"What are you? How?"

"Well, I saw your van since everyone was looking at it."

"Why were they looking at it?" You asked.

"You know these walls aren't that thin darling?" he said. 

Your eyes widened. 

"There's even a couple doctors out here. You're friend-the girl you're gonna get some lunch she's over there"

"What exactly did you-?"

"Hear?" Freddie Finished.

"Oh, all of it! It was like porn! We heard your funny little moans your screams to Roger telling him to go deeper. Roger's grunts. Oh yeah, it was great!" 

You felt like you were gonna vomit. 

You slid on your underwear under the covers. 

"Freddie get in here right now." Roger looked at you confused as you said so. So did Freddie which was quite unusual for him. 

"Uhm no thanks. I really don't want to sit where you just had sex." You looked at him. 

He jumped in. "Roger fucking drive." You told him.

"I don't have pants on!" he said. 

"DRIVE!" you and Freddie yelled at him. 

"God!" He said putting on his underwear. 

He climbed in the front of the van, started the engine, and drove away. 

You watched the people "WOAH LOOK IT'S ROGER TAYLOR!" 

You could almost see their lips move. 

Wait. 

You could CLEARLY see their lips moving. 

"I can see!" You yelled. 

"What?!" Roger said, looking back at you. 

"I CAN SEE!"