Why would I forget ? | Roger Taylor

37- Finished

4th November 1972

I sat behind the till at work with no thoughts in my head other than Roger. We'd spoken over the phone a couple of times over the past few days, but according to Freddie the four of them were gonna 'waste away' in the studio if they didn't get the album done soon- meaning the drummer was frantic with recording. The hours in the day went by slow when my mind was crowded with memories.

Nothing but replaying images filled my mind. Me and Roger kissing under the dim lit lights whilst rain hit down onto the parent beneath me, me and him crashing down onto my bed, the way his eyes comforted mine when he told me he wanted to be with me. It was almost too much to process at once, but that's because I was still blanketed by a heavy shock. I'd never expected anything to happen when it did- but it was something I'd wanted for a while.

I dropped my head into my hand and let out a deep sigh, wishing the minutes left of my shift would go by quicker than they were. I heard the door open, but didn't think anything of it, so instead kept my head down until I heard a familiar laugh.

"Tired ?" Freddie chuckled. I looked up to see him and Roger both looking down at my figure behind the till, both with small smiles pulling at their lips.

"What's got you two all... happy ?" I asked. They turned to look at each other and laughed, like two little kids that had just done something wrong. "What did you do ?"

"Nothing nothing." Freddie added, nodding as their laughter faded away.

"We fucking finished it. The album. Done." Roger exclaimed, dramatically lifting his arms up. A few customers turned their heads towards the two excited boys stood in-front of the tills I was sat behind, eager to know why they were being so loud. Roger looked down and blushed a little with embarrassment, which was only replaced moments later by a little laugh and smirk.

"Finally oh my god. Well done." I escaped from behind the tills and wrapped Freddie into a big hug. Roger sighed and impatiently tapped his foot against the floor, making his eyes busy as he waited for my arms to wrap round his torso rather than his friend beside him.

"Calm down." I let myself go from Freddie's grasp and gave Roger a tight hug, as well as a very small kiss on his cheek a smile crept at his lips.

"Oh cmon ? I've finished an album... and all I get is a kiss on the cheek." Roger laughed. I rolled my eyes playfully and unwrapped myself from the drummers grasp, only to catch him smirking at me.

"I'm at work and in case you forgot... there's other people in this store." I laughed and shook my head, similarly to Freddie.

"I've just recorded a fucking album... in case you forgot..." He replied, a genuine seriousness in his tone. I chuckled a little as he wrapped his hands round my waist and smirked again, waiting to feel my lips against his. I giggled and kissed him, earning a loud and obvious sigh from Freddie as my hands wrapped further round the drummers neck.

"Oh cmon you two. You're meant to be at work darling." I pulled away from Roger and glanced at the clock, then back at the drummer as he blushed a little.

"I've got twenty minutes left." Roger let out a groan of annoyance and Freddie laughed loudly.

"Well you can drop me back and then come back for Lottie. She's not gonna go anywhere. Don't panic darling." I took my place back behind the till and tried to hide my smile as Freddie instructed the drummer stood beside him.

"Look I'm the one driving you back- do you want to walk ?"

"No not really. Cmon let's go. See you soon darling." Freddie gave me a small wave, similarly to Roger as he followed the singer our of the door.

"Bye Freddie. Well done on the album. Thought you'd never finished it." I laughed.

"I'll be back when your shift ends. Don't miss me too much Peps." Roger smirked and finally let the store door close behind him, but didn't let the butterflies in my stomach have a moment of rest. Every little interaction between the two of us seemed to cause a swarm of flutters in the pit of my stomach, especially when he did that irritating smirk he always did.

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I sat inside the passenger seat of Roger's car, desperately trying to keep my eyes away from him as he drove us both presumably both back to his place. He glanced over to me and smiled, a small red tint apparent over both cheeks as our eyes met.

"So... no more late night recordings in the studio." I laughed.

"Well, until the next album."

"Next ? You've just finished the first one, it's not even been released yet slow down." I chuckled a little, almost in disbelief the boys has intentions of making another album so soon after seeing how tired making the first had made them.

"I know I know. Freddie's the one writing new material, not me. I think this Reid guy is gonna get us a better studio anyway." Roger shrugged. I half nodded in agreement, but I wasn't entirely sure the thought of another album right away was a good one. But it was hard to stop Freddie when he was determined- everyone knew that.

"Well..." Roger paused and glanced at his watch as the two is us pulled to up to his flat. "It's half five in the afternoon, and neither of us have anything to do..."

"What did you have in mind Rog ?" I bit down on my bottom lip, knowing exactly what the drummer beside me was thinking about.

"Well... I think you might have the same idea."

Roger swung the front door open and let it loudly crash against the wall before letting his hand fall back to its position underneath my ass as I wrapped my legs tighter round his torso. He quickly slammed the door behind him, not letting his lips break their bond with mine.

We crashed against the wall opposite, my back against it as my thighs gripped tighter around the drummer and my fingers began unbuttoning his shirt. I flipped off my pair of flats and slid the thin piece of material off of Roger's shoulders, exposing his chest perfectly.

I gasped slightly as his hands moved further up my torso, grasping the material of my t-shirt before he momentarily broke the kiss and pulled it over my head. I felt his lips smirk against mine as he pulled me off the wall and carried me into the bedroom.

Roger fell backwards onto the bed so I was on top of him, slowly moving his hands up and down my torso as he placed a series of kisses against my neck and chest. His lips caught the lace of my bra, to which he responded by unclasping the back of it and tossing it across the room.

The two of us rolled over, Roger unzipping his flies and wriggling off his jeans as I let my tongue dance with his. He pulled my skirt down, and then my underwear not long after before he placed a series of kisses against my chest and stomach. I shuddered a little as his lips placed a soft kiss at the low of my stomach, until he suddenly pulled himself back up to my lips just to kiss them again.

"God you're gorgeous. Fucking gorgeous."

"You're such a flirt." I giggled, wrapping my hands in his long blonde hair as his lips were stolen by that fucking smirk.

An- he is indeed such a flirt.

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