Roger Taylor Smut

missed you

It's been a long time since you and Roger saw each other, let alone hooked up.

You two have dated since the beginning when Queen first started blowing up. You were both lovesick and very much needy for each other. 

As Queen went on tour more and more often, it became harder and harder to see each other often enough, so things were ended, "a break" as you guys called it. That break ended up lasting four years. 

You pretty much forgot about Roger, except when you've heard his name mentioned by others, or even seen articles in the paper. But other than that, you didn't think of him often. You were over him, per se.

It wasn't until you saw him across the bar that all those memories came rushing back. You never thought you'd see Roger Taylor ever again. Boy were you wrong.

You had actually noticed him first but didn't say anything, afraid he wouldn't remember you or not want anything to do with you. But once his eyes caught your gaze, he couldn't stop thinking about you. 

Finally, he plucked up enough courage to get up from his seat with the rest of the guys and up to you at the bar. 

"Y/N," He practically whispered as he came up to you.

"Hi, Roger." You said, looking deeply into his ocean-coloured eyes. 

He quickly scrambled onto the barstool next to you, eagerly wanting to know what you've been up to the past four years. "H-how've you been?" He stuttered, still shocked by your presence. 

"I've been alright. How about you?" You asked.

"I've been good..." He trailed off. "They boys have been asking about you. They miss you." He said after a brief moment of silence. "They've been wondering what happened between us." He said almost as a whisper. 

"I miss you too, you know." He said looking back into your eyes. 

"I missed you too. For a while, I thought we'd get back together...after a bit, I just lost hope." You said, avoiding his persistant gaze. Roger's faced dropped knowing you gave up on him. But then he realized it was kind of his fault. He should've called you.

"M-maybe...maybe we can try again?" He asked softly, but he sounded desperate as well. He so badly wanted to call you his again, hold you in his arms and kiss you just like he used to: with love and passion.

You looked back up at him, your brows furrowed together. "I don't know, Roger..." You trailed off. You haven't really found anyone that cared for you the way Roger had done all those years ago. You really wanted to accept his offer. 

He looked at you, begging with his eyes, wanting so badly to have you again. 

"We can try." You said finally. Roger's face lit up. "Just...I don't want to lose you again." 

"You won't!" He said quickly. "I promise." He took your hands in his, placing a kiss upon your knuckles, "I really want to make things work this time." He mumbled.

He let go of your hands, letting his own drop down to your thigh, slowly sliding up towards your center. You sucked in a sharp breath, shakily letting it out. 

"You want to come back to my place?" He offered. The wetness in your panties already answered that question. With just a mere nod of your head, Roger pulled you to your feet and brought you outside.

The cool air nipped at your skin and you shivered. Roger put an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him. 

"It's not too far of a walk." He assured you as you continued to walk along the empty sidewalks, hearing the odd car horn in the distance.