the way you make me feel *Roger Taylor*

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"You're bad Roger, you know that?" Brian scoffs.

"Whatever mate, she passed the test anyways, she's a great shag." I smiled.

"Stop treating her like an object darling, or Ill hurt you," Freddie said.

"She's not! She's just-" I stopped.

That's when my eyes wandered to the dance floor where she said she would be, but she wasn't alone. That bloke, Luke or whatever the fuck his name was, dancing with Abby.

Her movements were unnatural, she stumbled as she were about to fall each step she took. Had she planned this? I thought she wanted to give us a try...

I sighed, "Fuck it."

I sighed and took my car home as it carried me in it. I'm done, girls are so hard to understand. Did she lie? Was it planned? What had I done to deserve this?

I guess this is my cue to hop women again, women that fancy over me and would do anything to fulfill my needs and pleads. Abby's too much, and at this point I don't know what she wants anymore.

She's always fucking worried about me hopping to others, when she really just hopped for another guy. I drowned myself in shots as me and Freddie were seeing who could take more. It was him, obviously. He's Freddie fucking Mercury.

As I felt the alcohol sink into my system, everything going out of my control, Abby came back over to us and sat herself on my lap as she stumbled into her place in the booth.

"Not in the mood," I mumbled.

"Why's that?" She pouted.

"You're going off and dancing with that bloke, I saw it. You're worried about me hopping to other women when you just hopped men."

She sat there quiet, the boys looking at us wide eyed. I couldn't care less.

"We were just dancing as friends, Rog." She looked down at her hands and fumbled with them.

I sighed and brought her closer to me, making her feel welcomed into my arms. I whispered quietly in her ear, "You're mine. Stop going off with other men."

I then brought her into my embrace as she leaned in. I pushed my lips onto hers, feeling the stares of the others. I heard a sigh from a table behind us but I didn't care, she's all I want.

She slowly pulled away, smiling and coming closer in my arms. All of the boy's eyes on us, jaws dropped. The sight was quite funny, I hope to see it again soon. I wish I had my camera to get a picture of the funny moment.

"I'm sorry Rog." She frowned in the crook of my neck.

"It's alright love, but like I said, you're all I want and need."

"Let's go to your place."

I nodded and did just so. Although I'm not stupid enough to risk my life an drive, we did a ten minute walk to my flat.

I stripped her of her clothes, to which she giggled to. She ripped my shirt off before I could even try to get it off. I picked her up bridal style and threw her on the bed as I finished unbuckling my pants.

"You really want to? She sat there innocently."

"You're so beautiful, how could I not?" I said as I pounced onto the bed.

You already know what happened for a good portion of our night.