Why would I forget ? | Roger Taylor

35- Smitten

1st November 1972

I woke up to the sound of cars rushing past and the sunlight poking through my blinds before I turned to my left to find Roger's frame next to mine, still fast asleep. His hair was tumbled around his face, and his lips were slightly cracked open. He looked so strangely beautiful in the mornings. I laid beside him analysing his figure for only a few more seconds until I decided to get myself out of bed.

The suddenness of everything was almost scary. I was confused- but mainly by myself. Last night, I seemed to finally let the reality sink in, finally cough up the truth about Roger I'd been trying to swallow. Despite the fact I'd asked him to specifically be my friend those few weeks ago, I knew how I felt about him, and last night felt like everything has simply clicked into place.

I peeled the duvet off myself and carefully got up, making sure I didn't wake up the blonde next to me. I looked down and laughed, remembering that I was in fact still naked after the events of last night. My eyes scanned the room, and eventually found Roger's shirt. I quickly grabbed it and slid it over my shoulders before doing up far more buttons than Roger would if he was wearing it.

I was still having trouble processing the fact me and Roger had slept together. I'd spent so long being a scared of the chance he might of just forgotten about me after fucking me, but last night everything felt different. I think I realised that he actually did want to be with me- he noticed all those little things, those tiny details.

I padded into the kitchen and glanced at the clock, noticing it'd only just past eleven. I fell onto the sofa and let out a deep sigh, but I soon felt my lips turn upwards and my cheeks red as I thought of last night. I bit down on Roger shirt sleeve and giggled a little- still in disbelief I'd spent Halloween night fucking the drummer.

I got up off the sofa and put on the kettle before grabbing myself a mug and plonking a tea bag in it. I rested hopped up onto the kitchen counter and tapped my nails against the side I was on as I waited for the water to boil.

My attentions was soon grasped by a blonde mop wearing my dressing gown who'd managed to creep his way into the living room without me hearing. I turned to face him and laughed a little as he tiredly rubbed his eyes and gave me a small half smile.

"Morning." I chuckled. "Nice dressing gown. Red suits you." He shook his head a little and made his way over to my frame propped up against the kitchen counter. He looked me up and down before placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"And that's a nice shirt. Looks better when you undo these buttons hear look." He undid the top two buttons, perfectly exposing my chest. I giggled and playfully pushed him away, doing up only one of the two buttons he'd undone. He smirked at me and placed both hands on my waist, looking down at my hazel eyes that were fixed on his.

"I can't believe I slept with you." I said, smiling a little as his face leaned closer to mine. He raised his eyebrows a little and clicked his tongue.

"Is that a bad thing... ?" I shook my head the second Roger let the words leave his lips.

"No. I've wanted to for a pretty long time." I replied, blushing with the images of last night.

"So why didn't we ? Why did you wanna be friends Peps ?" He asked. I jumped off the kitchen counter and slid from underneath his figure towards the kettle that had just boiled.

"Because I was scared." I grabbed another mug and tossed a tea bag into it, this time adding specifically one and three sevenths sugars before making both me and the drummer a cup of tea. Roger stood behind me, curious as to what I had been so terrified of.

"Of what... ?" I passed him his mug and he took a very small sip, smiling when he realised I somehow remembered exactly how he liked his tea.

"You just sleeping with me and forgetting about it like it would mean nothing. Like those other girls. I didn't want that." I sighed a little.