Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Ready For A New Day

You lay there, practically naked, next to each other. 

You barely slept as you wished to capture this moment in your head perfectly for years and years to come. 

Also, your body was very awake. 

Your plan of "Sex All Night!" wasn't ideal as Roger was already really tired. 

You were huddled against him in his chest, spooning him. 

It was always fun being the little spoon. 

His hand had rested right against your still naked tits. 

His body caressed you the way you had been yearning for the past week. 

You could feel his soft breathe pass right over you as he exhaled each time. 

You could feel his soft skin against yours and it warmed your body even more. 

Your knees were slightly bent and he fit his knees perfectly into the nook of yours. 

He mimicked every curve and bending of your body to be able to touch as much of you at once. 

You watched as the lights went out around town as it fell asleep for a few hours. Only to be wakened up again soon. 

You watched as the moon slowly disappeared along the horizon, moving to a new part of the world to shine on. 

And you watched the bright sun come up, ready for a new day. 

A day full of adventure, making love, and quite frankly nothingness. 

You watched your clock as it ticked away, minute by minute, hour by hour until it finally buzzed 8:03. 

You hadn't realized that you had fallen asleep for most of the night. 

You remember the finally dark city around 3:49 and nothing after that until now. 

You felt well-rested, to say the least. 

Finally, Roger was back. 

Back home and back with you. 

He groaned and planted a small kiss on the top of your head, signally his awakening. 

You rolled over, his hand staying put on your torso. 

You faced him and immediately kissed him. 

"Morning Rog," You whispered and snuggled into his chest as he hugged you even tighter. 

"Y/N I can't do this anymore." His words made you sit up, the blanket falling away as your cover. 

What the fuck did he mean by that?

"Do what Roger? Do you not love me anymore?" You asked, scared of his response to it.

"No I love you more than anything in the world, just I'm sitting here in purgatory and I can't do it anymore. I have to marry you." He said as you sank back down next to him, relieved.

"Purgatory?" You asked. 

The place between heaven and hell? How the heck was he hypothetically there.

"Just being engaged. Stuck between marriage and just boyfriend and girlfriend. I have to move on from here."

"Well then let's start planning. There's nothing holding us back."

"They're a huge thing holding us back Y/N." He said seriously.

"What?" You asked looking up at him. 

His gentle face with his bright blue eyes. 

He met your gaze and gave you a soft yet sad grin. 

He moved a strand of hair out of your face. 

"Money." He sighed. 

God, you forgot how poor you both were. 

You, making minimum wage at your boutique, and Roger, not making anything till their new album next month.

"Oh yeah, that thing."

"Where are we gonna get thousands of dollars to string together a ceremony? Food, a venue, for some many people? We both don't have just a shit ton of money lying around." He went on.

"But I can't be stuck as finances anymore." He added.

"Let's elope." You said.

"Excuse me?" He said.

"You heard me. Let's elope."

"but our families and friends?"

"Then we'll have a ceremony next month when you release your album. We'll have at least a bit of money then and we'll hold a celebration. That way we'll be married. It's not about them, it's about us" You explained. 

He kissed you. A deep and meaningful kiss.

"God I love you." He said, finally pulling away. You grinned.

"Looks like we are getting married?" You said and kissed him.

"But we can't tell anyone until we do it." He said. You agreed.

"Hey, Freddie how are you?" Roger asked into the phone. 

You heard Freddie's muffled voice through the receiver.

"Look I know this is really last minute and bad timing but me Y/N and I are leaving for a vacation tomorrow." You heard yelling as Roger put the phone away from his ear till it was over. 

You heard a different voice. A disapproving voice. 

Probably Brian.

"I know, I know, I was gone for a week but we have to do this. It will only be three days."

"Oh, only three fucking days? Come on we are up to our head in debt, this album still needs drums and we are nearing our time limit." You heard a voice yelling very loudly.

"I get your busting your arses off to get this done. I understand but you have to understand where I'm coming from."

"Surely a three-day vacation could wait!" The voice yelled back.

"WE ARE FUCKING ELOPING OK!" Roger yelled, losing his impatience. You sighed as he mouthed "sorry" to you as he noticed your disappointment.

"Darling why didn't you say anything! Take all the time you need." Freddie cut in. 

"Fred, no we can't-" Brian abjected.

"Thanks, Freddie." He said and hung the phone back on its back. 

"Now-" He said turning to you, as you leaned against the couch in an oversized Roger shirt. He gave you a lustful grin.

"Another round?" he smirked as you giggled walking back into the bedroom.