Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Giggling Like A Teenage Girl

"What the fuck do you want now?" You answered as soon as you heard and recognized the voice. 

The unmistakable dark voice of a man you had sadly come to know.

"And a hello to you too." Dr. Powell said.

"Get on with it what do you want?" You said and noticed the concern in Roger's face as he immediately dropped the spoon and came over to see what was happening.

"Not much for small talk I guess. Well, I wanted to inform you that you have been added to my visitation list. And so this Sunday, you will be coming to visit me."

"And what if I don't want to visit you?" You said. Roger asked for the phone to help but you declined. You could fight your own battles.

"Then you'll be fined for not showing and taking a spot that another inmate could've filled."

"What no that is not ok? I'm not getting charged."

"Great. you're coming." He said with a malicious and devious tone.

"No. I'm not."

"Oh, but don't you wanna know the story of how your drinks didn't get you drunk on November 24th? Or how I joked you were pregnant because now you can't conceive with your little husband?"

Your jaw dropped to the ground. Well, it would've if that was physically possible. How did he-did he- what the fuck was actually going on.

"What time." You said and could see his smirk through the phone. 

Not a happy Freddie smirk but a grimace of a smile smirk. A horrible smirk if you were with a child and saw it you would run away.

"Noon." He said and you heard the dial tone.

You simply walked back to the kitchen where Roger was patiently waiting to hear what was happening. Holy fuck so many things were running through your mind. 

You didn't know him the night of the concert. Did he do something to your drinks? How did it connect to him becoming your doctor? Did he know something about your lack of fertility at the time? Did he cause your lack of infertility? What the fuck was happening?

"Love are you alright?" Roger said as you realized you were blankly starring at him.

"Hmm oh yeah." You said and continued stirring the pot of potatoes until they were ready. 

You mashed them, severed them among the sausage and cooked carrots, and ate them alongside Roger who you hadn't said a word to in the past two minutes. 

What were you supposed to say? 

After dinner, you washed your plates and sat on the couch. 

Not two minutes after you sat down you rolled over to kiss Roger. 

You were happy you were with him and he was there. He understood you didn't want to talk about it now, he was learning you weren't always so open and he was becoming more patient. 

His hands wrapped around your body as yours did the same, signally this should be moved elsewhere. 

You quickly stood up along with him and ran to the bedroom, giggling like a teenage girl.

You slid out of the long skirt you were wearing and the turtle neck covering your bare chest that clearly showed your nipples through it. 

You were left in nothing but a thin pair of lace underwear. 

His mouth wrapped around yours as his tongue fought with yours. 

You could taste the alcohol on his breath you drank with dinner. 

You flicked the light switch off and he threw you on the bed, gently of course to then come on top of you. 

His shirt was ripped off and his jeans leaving him in a pair of boxers. 

Your legs wrapped around his upper legs as he pressed his face harder, snogging the crap out of you. 

His hands came to your waist tightly as his mouth moved down to your neck. 

[Smut warning ;)]

He left harsh kisses on the sides of your neck and down your chest that would surely bruise. 

You threw your head back in pleasure as he continued down your body. 

He finally took off your underwear and your moans filled the cold air of your shared flat. 

Quickly, the phone call with that dick of a doctor left your head as you quickly released and moaned again in pleasure. 

After his thrusts became sloppy and tired he pulled out and rolled over next to you. 

His mouth came up to yours as you wrapped your lips between his. 

You stayed there kissing him, his body slowly inched on top of yours but never fully made it. 

You cupped his jaw and head, kissing him as deep and pleasurably as you could. 

He pulled away and you were left in confusion. 

"Stay here, promise me." He said leaving a kiss on your forehead. 

You nodded and gave him a lustful smile. 

He slid into his underwear and got up. 

As he left the room, you could see the sun was almost set and your nightstand clock read 9:23. 

Holy crap, you finished dinner around 8 and it was already this late. 

What were you up to? Oh yeah, fucking. 

Roger came back with a camera wrapped around his smooth and bare chest. 

"What the hell are you doing?" You said with a smirk. 

He walked up to you then climbed onto the bed, straddling his legs over yours under the covers. 

The white covers were pulled up to just barely cover your nipples. Your hair was a mess and lipstick smeared on your face. 

He held the Polaroid camera up to his face, looking through it with a squinted eye. 

It clicked and the flash blinded you. 

He put the film as it spit out on his nightstand as he pulled off the camera and set it next to the film that was slowly developing. 

He went back to snogging you. 

A few minutes later he picked up his head and turned over to the nightstand. 

He laughed and showed you the Polaroid picture. 

Your hair was sprawled out on the bedsheets and your lipstick staining your lips and smeared around. 

Your tits almost looked like they were being pushed up but half of them were above the covers of the comforter. 

You looked up at him where he was sitting up next to you. 

You sat up, bringing the blankets up to cover your naked body, and leaned your head on his shoulder starring at the photo until eventually, you fell asleep.